Wet fun - part II.

Sophie texted me to come help her wash her new Mercedes. I grabbed the invite fast. Water hose in hand, we soaked each other until our shirts stuck to our skin and the soap ran in slick trails down our legs. She laughed, pulled my wet top off, and pressed her bare tits to mine. Our mouths met, tongues tasting chlorine and sun. I sank to my knees on the wet concrete and peeled her shorts down; she spread for me, hot and shaved, and I licked her while the hose still hissed. Sophie grabbed the stream, aimed it between my thighs, and made me gasp when the hard jet hit my clit. She pushed me onto the hood, climbed up, and straddled my face so I could tongue her while warm piss trickled out of her and ran down my chest, mixing with the soap. I drank what I could, fingers buried inside her, until she came shaking and laughing, legs trembling against the shiny paint. Then she flipped me, spread my cheeks, and returned the favor—her tongue and the hose working together until I soaked the windshield with a long, hot release of my own. We stayed there, dripping and grinning, two girls turned inside out by water, tongues, and the slick heat between us.