Chapter 64: Chapter 64
She liked to scratch, which is why he called her his little wild cat.
It was harder to scratch him when he encased her hands in mittens that looked like feline paws.
She liked to hiss, which is also why he called her his little wild cat.
It was harder to hiss with a gag in her mouth, one with whiskers sprouting from the strap. The gag went so well with the headband bearing spotted-felt cat’s ears.
If she couldn’t scratch or hiss, then she couldn’t complain when he buckled a collar around her neck.
“Of course,” he said, “I also have to bell my cat.” He dangled the shiny silver clamps in front of her, and she batted at them, making the little bells chime. He laughed, then tugged on her rosy nipples until they
pouted, and tightened the clamps around them.
She growled, deep in her throat, when he lubed her ass and slipped in a butt plug—one with a curling cat tail attached. He tickled her inner thighs with the end of the tail, just to watch her writhe.
He flipped the switch. The plug began to vibrate.
That’s when his little wild cat arched her back and began to purr.
AT THE CAR WASH
arriet considered her outfit carefully. She needed access, and she needed it fast. Also, she had
to be able to hide what she was doing; she wanted a cheap, exciting thrill, not a warrant for her arrest and a restraining order.
After some deliberation, she chose a formfitting black top that never failed to make her feel sexy, and a loose, floaty, knee-length skirt, also in black. Granted, she’d put together a dark-colored outfit that would absorb heat to wear on one of the hottest days of the year, but she’d be fine; thankfully, she had air-conditioning in the car. Plus, the very idea of what she was about to do was already making her feel all hot and bothered, so it wouldn’t make much difference.
What really mattered, after all, was what they would
be wearing. Or, more accurately, what they wouldn’t be wearing. Harriet had deliberately not cleaned her car for ages then chosen a day with record temperatures to take it to the hand car wash. Why?
Because she lived for danger and naughty sexual esca- pades. A visit to the hand car wash where several shirt- less, muscular men would clean her car while she sat inside with her hand down her knickers was definitely in order. It had been on her dirty bucket list for some time and having already ticked off several other items, it was time for her to give the filthy car wash fantasy a try.
Harriet dressed carefully, then tied her hair up into a high ponytail and applied a fresh coat of makeup. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, but the more attractive she felt, the more likely she’d be to come before she got caught.
Then, grabbing her purse and car keys, she headed out to her car and got in. She started the engine and pulled on her seat belt. Just before reversing off the drive, though, she looked around, noting the position of her seat in relation to all the windows. Harriet figured that the only way they’d be able to see what she was doing—and even then they probably wouldn’t believe it—was if they were looking through the passenger-side window. She was so close to the driver’s-side window that the angle was all wrong.
Nodding to herself, Harriet put the car in gear, released the handbrake and maneuvred down the drive on the way to her illicit adventure. The hand car wash
was only a five-minute drive away, but she was already so excited that she could barely wait to get there. As a result, she broke out in a light sweat and a wash of heat rose up her cheeks and gathered between her legs. Huffing, Harriet switched on the air-conditioning then grinned. If she was already feeling this agitated and horny, she’d probably end up coming before they’d even given her car a preliminary once-over with the jet spray. She might even manage two orgasms!
Harriet shook her head as she pulled into the hand car wash. She knew that wasn’t possible, really. There’d be no time for thinking, for hesitation. And, due to the lack of any other patrons—she’d picked her arrival time carefully and it had paid off—her time was now. Right. Fucking. Now.
Beaming as the topless guy approached her car, Harriet rolled down the window and told him she just wanted the outside of the car cleaned. Truthfully, the inside could have done with it too, but there was no way she was going to fling the door open and get out having just masturbated in her car while they washed it. It was unlikely her legs would hold her up, in any case.
No, she’d stay safely ensconced in her little motor— Her thought process was interrupted by much waving from the several men standing a couple of dozen feet away. They were ready and were beckoning her into position. All except one were shirtless, and he wore a tank top so she still had a delicious view of his arms,
which were definitely worth looking at.
After rolling the window back up, she inched closer until one man held up a hand indicating she should stop. Harriet did so immediately, and simultaneously slipped a hand up her skirt, shoved her barely there thong to one side and stroked her fingers through her folds. Her pussy was already damp, and as she gazed out of the window at the half-naked men surrounding her car, she began to play. Cautiously, at first, but as the spray of the jet wash caused her car to rock and vibrate—not to mention obscuring the windows—Harriet grew braver and more enthusiastic.
Knowing the additional movement she was causing inside the car would go unnoticed, Harriet rubbed her clit vigorously, occasionally dipping down between her pussy lips for more juices to slick over her swollen nub. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, but she didn’t. Instead, her gaze flicked from the windscreen, to the side mirrors and windows, to the rearview mirror in turn, checking out the flexing muscles that were alternately spraying, rubbing and buffing her car. Each and every one of them was a sight to behold, and had one pulled her out of the car and bent her over it, she wouldn’t have resisted. Not even if they’d passed her round like the last cigarette.
Boy, was it hot. As Harriet’s right hand continued to stroke and pinch at her clit, her left flicked the air-condi- tioning switch, lowering the temperature even further before she was in danger of spontaneously combusting. A fresh blast of cold air was a blessing over her heated
skin, making her aware of the fact that a fresh blast of cold water was being aimed over her car. They’d almost finished washing, she’d soon have to move the car around the corner to the area where they dried and polished exteriors and cleaned the windows.
Harriet had literally seconds to go. Milliseconds, perhaps. Concentrating fully on the pleasant rock and rumble of her car, and the damp fingers manipulating her clit, Harriet bit her lip as she felt the welcome wave of orgasm wash over her. She couldn’t help it—her eyes squeezed closed and she let out an involuntary squeak as her legs clamped together over her hand. Her pussy clenched forcefully, the strength of the climax taking Harriet’s breath away and leaving her feeling like a mass of quivering jelly. Thank god she was sitting down.
A bang brought her back to earth with a bump. The guy in the tank top had tapped on the hood of her car, bringing her attention to the guys waving madly and indicating she should move on. Snatching her hand from her crotch and yanking her skirt down, she put the car in gear and drove around to the drying area. Her heart thudded in her chest. That had been seriously fucking close.
Not to mention seriously fucking good. A grin spread across Harriet’s face as it dawned on her that she’d done it. She’d crossed another item off her dirty bucket list. A cheeky wank in a hand car wash without getting caught.
As the muscular men surrounded her car once more,
buffing and spraying various chemicals on the windows, tires, trims and paintwork, Harriet adopted a happy, relaxed expression. She’d have plenty of time to leap around and congratulate herself when she got home, but she’d just have to keep her excitement at her dirty little secret under wraps for a little longer.
Finally, when her car was shining and sparkly clean and she handed over the cash to pay, she caught the eye of one of the other guys. He was watching her with an expression akin to hunger, then when he realized she was looking back at him, his face broke into a knowing grin and he gave her a lusty wink.
Taking her change with a hasty word of thanks, Harriet rolled up the window and drove out of the hand car wash as fast as was safely possible.
Perhaps her dirty little secret hadn’t been so secret after all…
Nevertheless, it had been worth it.