It felt good to stretch with the sun hot on my back, the heat soothing away the last of the ache where I’d been bent over my books all morning. As I dropped the sponge in the bucket one last time, I put my hands in the small of my back and arched my back, feeling everything untangle. Then I picked up the bucket and moved around to the other side of the car.
I glanced over the roof at Rod, and saw that the bulge in his crotch was a lot bigger and straighter than I’d seen earlier.
Oh god.
And I’d been talking to Baby Doll again, not even consciously realising it until now. Rod had got hard watching me make love to his car. I ducked my head and focused very hard on the patch of roof just in front of me, trying not to think about the bulge in my own shorts. Baby Doll was between me and her daddy, so at least he couldn’t see how turned on I suddenly was.
It didn’t help. Every time I stretched, I was aware of the way my body moved. Every time I bent down to rinse the sponge, I felt my cock shift, rubbing against my shorts. I badly wanted to rub it against something else, anything that would give me a bit more pressure. But best of all would be the matching hardness in Rod’s shorts.
I didn’t look up at Rod until I had to move down to work on Baby Doll’s bonnet. And Rod wasn’t in the chair any more.
“Go on,” he said from behind me, “Fuck her. Just make sure you don’t scratch her paint work.”
It felt good to stretch with the sun hot on my back, the heat soothing away the last of the ache where I’d been bent over my books all morning. As I dropped the sponge in the bucket one last time, I put my hands in the small of my back and arched my back, feeling everything untangle. Then I picked up the bucket and moved around to the other side of the car.
I glanced over the roof at Rod, and saw that the bulge in his crotch was a lot bigger and straighter than I’d seen earlier.
Oh god.
And I’d been talking to Baby Doll again, not even consciously realising it until now. Rod had got hard watching me make love to his car. I ducked my head and focused very hard on the patch of roof just in front of me, trying not to think about the bulge in my own shorts. Baby Doll was between me and her daddy, so at least he couldn’t see how turned on I suddenly was.
It didn’t help. Every time I stretched, I was aware of the way my body moved. Every time I bent down to rinse the sponge, I felt my cock shift, rubbing against my shorts. I badly wanted to rub it against something else, anything that would give me a bit more pressure. But best of all would be the matching hardness in Rod’s shorts.
I didn’t look up at Rod until I had to move down to work on Baby Doll’s bonnet. And Rod wasn’t in the chair any more.
“Go on,” he said from behind me, “Fuck her. Just make sure you don’t scratch her paint work.”