Car Wash - Some things never change.

"Look, Cleo, sun's finally out."

The Filipina tugged her shorts down self-consciously. "Who cares," she droned, "I'm still here instead of at the concert, good weather's not gonna change that." She waved her car wash sign dully as the cars whizzed by.

"You're such a downer, C." Her friend was a slender brunette with hair cropped just above her shoulders. She had a sweet, coordinated look to her. "We're doing this for the church, 'member?"

Cleo sulked deeper. "I don't even wanna be here. I'm 18 and still being dragged around by my parents."

"At least you're going to a good college once the summer's over."

"Bridget, so are you!"

"I know," Bridget punched Cleo's shoulder playfully. "I'm reminding you, miss pessimist."

Suddenly a car pulled over. With pleasant surprise the two girls approached the rolled-down window. A middle-aged black haired man was smiling back at them. As they casually began introducing themselves, their backs arched and they jutted out their torsos, dropping their signs to their feet.

"Hi, I'm Cleo," greeted the one on the right. She had on a tight red tube top that showed off her chest tucked into a pair of high-waisted shorts.

"Hi, I'm Bridget," waved the angelic brunette on the left, dressed in a white polo and capris that hugged her hips nicely. She smiled professionally back at him. Both of their boobs pressed against their tops as they pushed them out. The man just nodded, not saying a word.

"I look great naked, by the way," she then turned around and mooned him, sliding her capris over her butt. Then she wiggled her panties-clad behind at his window, looking at him over her shoulder. "See? Better without the clothes, right?"

"You betchya," Cleo giggled, and with a light smack slapped her friend's ass first on one cheek then the other. "Just check out this cute bubble butt!" Bridget continued to wiggle her butt, nodding her head affirmatively while Cleo grabbed a cheek and shook it from behind, "Look at how cute it is. Such a cute butt. It's so cute I just wanna sniff it! I could probably stuff my whole face in there."

And that's exactly what she did. Swinging her head down she plunged it into her friend's buttcrack, digging her nose into her ass-riding panties and making a blubbering noise with her lips, for fun.

"Oh man, you smell just like I thought a pure Christian girl would smell," Cleo laughed after coming back up for air.

"Like petunias?" Bridget jabbed.

"Something like that," Cleo snickered as she pulled her tube top down and showed off her tits. Their audience nodded in approval.

"Do you like them, mister?" she noticed him eyeing her up and pinched her exposed nipples. "I'm pretty hot, aren't I? As the hottest Filipina chick in my former high school I would get hit on by guys all the time. I lost my virginity junior year to some douche who thought all girls were sex objects. He fucked me so hard I didn't finger myself for a week 'cause I didn't want to think about it. Oh," she remembered, "do you want a video of me masturbating myself to sleep? I still have a recording I made for my ex last year, I could send it to you."

"I'm still a virgin," Bridget informed chirpily as she opened the passenger seat and got in, smiling at him, then taking his hand and mushing it against her left breast, "but you can be my first."

"Actually," the man finally spoke, other hand against his chin, "I honestly could use a car wash. Can you ladies show me the way?"

Cleo and Bridget agreed. Cleo offered to drive for them, and french tongued the man as he got out the car and moved to the back. Bridget opened the door and exited her front seat. When she was outside the man noticed she was bottomless. Then she opened the door to the seat next to him, sat down, then began unzipping his pants. With one hand around his base, she gave him another smile, and dropped her face onto his hard dick, tonguing his shaft and tip until he finally came into her mouth.

"Wow," she said after gulping down, "I've never done that before. That was great! I should do that way more often!" She smiled again, peeled off her polo top, then rung her arms behind the man's neck and pulled him into a warm hug. His face was lodged between her D-cup brassiere as Bridget wriggled her bosom against him.

Once she released him, she looked into his face as his eyes flitted to her lips. Then she kissed him longingly and deeply. Cleo looked on with great interest via the rearview mirror. One hand was between her legs as she tried to stay focused on the road, even as the scene behind her was clearly something she should be frigging off to, considering how hot her friend looked, and how downright sexy their third car occupant was.

Finally, Bridget pulled her head back, and asked, "Sorry, forgot to ask you earlier, but what's your name again, mister?"

The man looked at her and with a smile replied, "Chris. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh it's nice to meet you too, Chris," Cleo piped up from the front, taking a turn into a homey street. "And if you like us, you'll love our church group. A lot of hot girls there."

"And in our families, too," Bridget added.

"I'd be happy to meet them," their new friend acknowledged, and he patted Bridget's head.

Do you want to stick around? a voice in his own head suddenly interrupted.

"Yeah, why not," Chris shrugged.

Noted. Do you wish to enable any specific modes, or is this fine as is?

"Fine for now. Go ahead and do it if I say the word, though."

I'll keep that in mind.

Chris sighed pleasantly as Bridget shifted her position to sit on his lap, her upper thigh beginning to press and rub against his still recovering dick. Randomly he found himself succumbing to nostalgia. He still remembered the first time he attained this power. A lot of things have changed since then; a lot of things didn't. He learned some new techniques and ways to increase the scope of his power, and along the way, might have even developed a new kink or two.

He felt himself chuckle as his mind took a trip down memory lane, images of Jaclyn, his first, and Caryn, then huge-titted Charlene, and their friends Melissa and Marilyn, and his old gaming partner Marli, and all the other hot women he had suddenly bending to his subconscious whim flipping through his mind. It was as they say -- college was a hell of a time.

Some things were never the same since then. Like his old innocence, his pep. Or the new hip trends. The new hit shows.

But as he felt Bridget's breasts through her bra and she gladly pushed them into his hands, and Cleo rubbed her crotch through her shorts up front, he was also more than well aware, that some things, well, some things never changed.

So despite his aging self, he couldn't help but look forward to this church fundraising car wash thing.

And honestly, his old Volks did need a washing.