A sexy afternoon

My SUV needed washing anyways, so I decided that that was a good place to start. By the time Alison had returned from her classes, I had the bucket, sponges and towels set out near the hose.

Alison found me on the front porch, with a beer in my hand, where I'd have a good look at the driveway where she'd be working. She was wearing the jeans and blouse that she left with this morning, but I noticed that two more of the buttons of the blouse were unfastened giving me a peek at the round curves beneath.

“I'm done with my classes, Sir.” There is a flush to her face that makes it pretty clear she has not forgotten the rules our arrangement. “If you need me to do anything for you ...” My screened in porch sits a little above the sidewalk below and the holly bushes offer some privacy from the street, but any passerby who takes the time, can see pretty much everything that happens above waist level. As tempting as it is to pull her into my arms for a long kiss, prudence dictates a more careful approach.

“You said yesterday that you had experience washing cars?” I ask and she nods shyly. “Go change into some old clothes; you can wash my SUV.” It might not be what she thought I would ask for, but when she bites her lower lip between her teeth, I suspect that I'm going to be in for a treat.

I am not disappointed. I didn't even know Alison owned 'Daisy Dukes' and the short denim cut offs combined with a flannel shirt tied under her breasts makes the perfect sexy-but-innocent look for this small-town girl out of Tennessee. I take in every beautiful bit of skin all the way down to her bare feet as she waits nervously before me.

“Is this what you wore when you washed cars for your dad?” I ask as I point her towards the bucket and sponges.

“Of course not.” Alison's giggle tells me everything I need to know even before she answers. “My dad would have a cow if he saw me like this. He always made me wear a baggy set of garage coveralls, even when it was summertime and crazy hot.”

“Well, I'm not your dad, and I like the look.” I give her ass a quick squeeze as I send her off. “Make sure you do a good job with the car.” I wasn't the only one who appreciated the view as my tenant diligently washed and rinsed the car. More than one group of college students stopped to admire the way Alison's wet clothes clung to her body, and I saw my neighbor Keith circle the block three times before he finally pulled into his driveway a few doors down.

I have to admit, it is a nice view from the porch, and a couple times I'm pretty sure Alison is posing for me as she works. She might be a preacher's daughter from a small-town, but all women seem to know how to work their assets, and Alison is no exception.

It takes her over an hour to wash, dry and wax the SUV and when she is back on the porch with me, she is proud of herself in more ways than one. Her clothes are soaked and although I was pretty sure before, it is now obvious that she is not wearing a bra under her shirt.

“Good job.” I tell her, now get out of those wet clothes and come inside. I love the way Alison's doe eyes widen and she looks up and down the street.

“Out here, Mr. P?” This comes close to breaking Rule number two about keeping what is going on between us in the house, but I want to see how far I can push her.

“Yes, out here. I don't want you dripping all over my house.” With a quick check that there weren't any gawkers on the sidewalk, Alison shimmies out of her shorts and panties. When she unties the knot under her breasts she hesitates before pulling off the last bit of clothing.

“What if someone sees me?”

“Then they'll know what a hot slut you are.” I tell her as I admire the entire length of her long teenaged legs. “Well, they kind of know that already after the show you put on.” The blush on Alison's face gets even deeper, but with one final look at the sidewalk she shucks her shirt and is completely naked before me. I relent quickly and let her in. The last thing I need is a police report of indecent exposure getting back to her family.

“Come in,” I open the door and let her slip past me, “you look cold.” It is a little chilly to be standing outside this time of year in Connecticut and whether because of the chill or the excitement of being naked outside, Alison's nipples are puckered into hard little peaks.