Her breath was hot.Again, or lips met. She dropped the spray wand, as we stood and kissed. The water spray caught both of us by surprise. We danced ou... of the way as it flipped around on the concrete pad next to us.I pushed Ashlie up against the bricks of the car wash, out of the way of the errant spray wand.“You’re crazy,” Ashlie said, as I ran my hand up under her dress. “There’s to much light here.”I didn’t care. I had managed a second erection, something that rarely ever happens with me. I. As you reach the top you see a door open and the candles leading up to it, so you glide to the room and enter. Inside you see rose petals all over the bed which is gigantic and also a glass of what could be champagne next to which is another note and a blindfold. You go over and sit on the bed and read the note which says, 'drink the glass of champagne then put on the blindfold and lie down on the bed and relax.' Well relax is definetly something that you can do at this moment because you are. Then there was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat as I quickly checked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black and white spaghetti strap dress, cut just right to show off my perky little tits (with a little help from a strapless Wonderbra), the skirt fell just perfectly mid-thigh and of course my high heeled hooker boots as I call them. I made my way to the door taking a deep breath and closing my eyes as I turn the knob to let my gentleman in. I open my eyes and there he. She told us she still didn’t know that her tit was hanging out and it was only when the receptionist went over and pointed it out to her that she realised that she’d given the guy a good eyeful. Once she’d made her presentable again we went to the steakhouse and had a nice meal. It was the next morning when we were checking out that I saw that the same woman was on duty at the desk and thanked her for the previous night that she came out with a comment that we still laugh about today, five.