Speaker 1: Hello, my loveleees.
Speaker 2: I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to my podcast of erotic
stories for women. Every week I present my favorite erotic
story written by friends or you, my wonderful listeners. These
stories celebrate the lusted desire that is part of all
of us. This week's story is called the car Wash,
and if you've ever been to a fire station car
wash fundraiser and lusted after one of the tompless wet dudes,
you'll have a good idea what this story is about.
Trust me, it's definitely about that. But I should add
that it's the kind of erotic story I love. It
has more than just amazing sex. In fact, it has jealousy, anger,
and all the passions that all too often replace lust.
In this instance, however, those passions lead directly to a
climax that isn't an argument. This story is again from
an anonymous listener, who helpfully comments, I was angry at
my boyfriend and wondered how I'd like him to make
things better. And sometimes it's a lot simpler and easier
than he thinks, and a lot hotter. I like the
world your mind lives in. Anonymous may all arguments send
the way this one does. This week's narrator is the
extremely talented Grace, with assistance from Daniel f. As always,
Lee's note, this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 3: The firehouse where my boyfriend Jack works has a few
car washes during the year to raise money for new equipment.
As the weather has been nice, the first one was
scheduled for today. Now I'm under no illusions as to
why this is so successful. The firemen stripped down to
just their jeans and hand wash a bunch of cars.
They're all fit and well built, even if some of
them aren't really that handsome.
Speaker 1: But I get it.
Speaker 3: My boyfriend is going to be half naked and wet
and washing cars driven in by a bunch of old,
rich women looking for eye candy. I didn't even really
object when they started allowing photos what firemen posing in
front of clean cars with their arms around women trying
to fuel their fantasies. I have no problem with all that,
and I actually applaud it. They make an obscene amount
of money from these events. What I'm not prepared for
is what I see in the morning when I drive
over a bunch of girls in bikinis playing around with
the firemen, including my firemen. I try to be as
calm as I can, but it's tough. As I watch
a girl with big bouncy tits jumping up and down
as she sprays Jack with a hose, He's laughing and
enjoying it just a bit too much. It only lasts
a moment and they go back to washing cars. But
it is Jack, my Jack, half naked and playing with
a half naked girl and a girl with a better
body than mine. I march over. Jack sees me, and
his face lights up in a smile.
Speaker 1: Hey, a babe needs something washed.
Speaker 3: He points the hose at me. What's with the girls?
I nod toward one of them. They don't look like
they work at the fire station.
Speaker 1: It's brilliant, isn't it. It was Dan's idea. We get
so many women coming in, but not a lot of men,
and Dan thought we should be an equal opportunity car wash.
Speaker 3: I glance over, and it's true, but a lot was
packed with cars driven by women and men.
Speaker 1: You didn't tell me.
Speaker 3: He finally understands that he is perhaps in trouble, and
his smile falls away.
Speaker 1: I just forgot, Really, it's not that big of a deal.
Speaker 3: It's a big deal that you were spending all day
with half naked women and you conveniently didn't think.
Speaker 1: To tell me. It's not like that.
Speaker 3: Sure, I point at his bare chest. I thought you'd
trust me enough to trust you. All you really had
to say is you'd be prancing about with half naked
hot girls and I'd laugh and joke about how jealous
they would be of me. But hiding this, I wave
towards some blonde girl whose breasts are covered in bubbles. Really, Jack,
did you really think keeping us from me wo and't
pissed me off? Truthfully, I'm more pissed off that the
girls are pretty than me than that they have been
hitting on him all day, Because of course they have been.
He doesn't need to know that. However, he didn't tell me,
and that's good enough reason to be mad.
Speaker 1: Honestly, I didn't think it was a big deal.
Speaker 3: He makes the mistake of looking to his left to
kind of support his argument that everything around him isn't
a big deal. But as I follow his line of sight,
I watch as a girl bends over to work on
a tire. She could have knelt down, but no, she
is in a thong and she just had to bend
over right in front of my boyfriend. Yeah, this is
totally not a big deal. I storm off. I go
home to cool down. I know I'll get over it,
and I hate being jealous, but I can't help it.
I can't compete with girls with bodies like that. I
go upstairs to study. Jack will be at the car
wash all day and I have labs in the evening,
so we're not even going to see each other until
the next day. It's for the best, I figure. Sometime
after noon, I hear the front door open. I'm not
expecting anyone, so it scares me a bit. Jack.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I'm down here.
Speaker 3: I get up and walk down the steps. Jack is
near the front door, and his jeans and a T
shirt both are wet. His hair is barely tawled dry
and hangs down on his forehead in wet strands.
Speaker 1: I shake my head.
Speaker 3: I'm not interested in hearing anything you have to say
or having lunch with you. He just stares at me.
Why don't you go back and have one of your
barbies feed you grapes? To my surprise, he doesn't apologize
or say anything. He walks over grabs my hands, and
leans toward me.
Speaker 1: I didn't come here for lunch. I've less than ten
minutes and then I have to leave again. I came
here because the only thing those girls have done is
make me want you.
Speaker 3: He starts walking forward, pushing me backward. What are as
my back stops against the wall. He lets go with
his right hand and puts his palm over my lips.
Don't say anything, I don't. He grabs my arms and
pushes them up against the wall next to my head.
He in and starts kissing me. I can feel a
water drop that's falling on my face as his tongue
meets mine. He pulls away, grabs my shoulder, and twirls
me around. He pushes me up against the wall. Before
I know what is happening, he pulls my sweatpants and
panties down around my ankles. I turn to look back
at him, but he is standing again and leans forward,
placing his lips against my ear.
Speaker 1: As he speaks.
Speaker 3: I feel him unbuttoning his jeans.
Speaker 1: Spread your legs.
Speaker 3: I'm dizzy and a mixture of raw desire and confusion.
Am I mad at Jack? Or do I want him
to fuck me against the wall? I awkwardly pull a
leg out of my sweatpants and panties, leaving them wrapped
around the other one. Before I can remove the other leg,
Jack slaps my ass hard.
Speaker 1: I said, spread your legs. Oh yeah.
Speaker 3: At this point, I definitely want him to fuck me
against the wall. My ass stings, but that only makes
it hotter. Jack is lost in animal lust and I'm
sopping wet. I spread my leg. He tugs his pants
down and I feel his hard cock slap against my leg.
I don't think I've ever been this wet, this fast.
I can't think of anything other than wanting Jack to
immediately fuck me. Jack doesn't even ask if I'm ready.
He shoves his cock inside me, and I'm so wet,
and he goes so fast that it's deep inside me
before I realize what he's doing.
Speaker 1: Put your palms against the wall and bend over.
Speaker 3: As he says the words. I swear I'm ready to
orgasm right there. And then I do as he says,
and all I feel from that point onward is his
hands on my hips and his cock thrusting in and
out of me, hard and fast. There's no foreplay, no romance,
no light touches, just a stinging slap on my ass,
me spreading my legs, and then his hard cock pounding me.
He's fucking me so hard and fast that the heat
hits me suddenly. Fuck, don't stop. Yes, yes, yes, fuck
me harder. Jack's cock is pounding me so hard and deep,
his thighes slap against my ass. I start to moan
as Jack's hands squeeze my hips.
Speaker 1: Oh god, fuck, yeah, babe, yes, I'm coming.
Speaker 3: I don't know if we come at the same time.
But just as my legs are going weak from the
waves of orgasmid pleasure, Jack pulls out of me. I
lean against the wall, catching my breath, and before I
can turn around, I hear the front door slam. My
panties and sweatpants are wrapped in a twisted pile around
the bottom of one leg.
Speaker 1: I smile.
Speaker 3: Holy shit, my whole body is weak from total release.
I don't think I've ever been fucked that hard. I
honestly think my knees might give out. I lean my
forehead against the wall and smile. And I wonder if
any of the half naked girls at the car wash
will masturbate about Jack later. It won't surprise me and
that makes me smile even wider. They can dream all
they want. I have the real thing.
Speaker 2: Okay, I think we can all agree that if an
argument ended like that, the world would be a better place.
This is Roxy and I hope you enjoyed this story.
If you want to submit a story by all means too,
just send it to me here. The email address is
Roxy at tenthmuse dot Studio, which is the production company
that produces my podcast, Roxy at Tenthmuse dot Studio. Thanks
so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy Callahan
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