Wet fun - part I.

Sophie asked me to help wash her new Mercedes. The moment I arrived, water glistened on our skin as we took turns spraying each other. My blonde hair stuck to my cheeks while I ran a soapy sponge across the hood. Sophie laughed, pushed her wet shirt against mine, and pulled me close. Our mouths met, soft at first, then hungry. We peeled off drenched clothes right there in the driveway, kissing harder as our bodies pressed together. Heat rose even while the cold water splashed over us. Every touch slipped slick and easy across bare skin. We touched and tasted each other until the car was forgotten, and only the slick, urgent need between us mattered.