“Shh, babe, my pussy will make it all better. Fuck me.” I winked at him. He needed no more encouragement. He sat up and put me into doggy position... (I’ll never understand why men like that position the best.) I felt this tip of his penis prod against my ever-wetter vagina, but then pull away. Now it was my turn to groan. “Shh, I’m going to make it all better.” He promised. He turned his attention to my soaking sex and blew softly on it. I shuddered in response. He wasted no time, delving into. I was thinking of the imagery of something blooming with us as well. I guess that was kind of corny but I had to smile at the thought. Maybe she wouldn't think it was corny.Pulling up to the first bay, a short little greasy fellow limped out of the shadows of the Gas station to complete his fortieth work order of the day. I gave him the details of what I wanted done as my eyes scanned the parking lot for a white Neon. I knew we weren't supposed to meet here, but the car wash, our agreed upon. I had never even been touched by a man, other than when we experimented in my early years.For the next few minutes, he continued to try to persuade me telling me how much I would enjoy it and that men suck much better than women. Although my hard-on was gone, the desire to get off was still there. I thought I was out of town, and no one would know and finally gave in and said yes. We got out of the pool, toweled off and headed to his room while taking one last glance at the hot woman.When we. I don't know what held me back. Was it fearof what Debbie would say or do because I was impatient and got ahead ofthe process? Or was it actually fear of what I would discover foldedthere only inches from my hands? Just as I was about to decide Debbieshowed up all cheery and bright, perky some might say and took the satinand lace confection from my hands.Walking around behind me she held it up to my back, got it positionedjust right and told me to take each side in my hands and attach.