Car wash cutie

The afternoon heat presses close. Mili knows real salons still wash by hand, so she grabs a bucket and sponge and steps out to the car. Warm water splashes over metal, then over her skin. When the car gleams she is soaked through, bikini plastered to every curve. She peels it off without a second thought, stands bare under the sun, and slips her fingers straight between her thighs. Nothing left to hide, nothing left to wait for. Her breath quickens as she works herself right there, blonde hair dripping, body glistening beside the clean, wet car.