Car wash

They left the house at that uncertain hour of Saturday afternoons in the province. When the sky is still clear but the air is already dark and the fog dusts a layer of moisture machines and benches. The gravel of the driveway crunched beneath their shoes, the doors closed with a muffled sound. They stopped to buy a bottle to take as a gift, the violent light and the sudden confusion of the supermarket has lost them. They chose quickly and when they came out the air seemed even more purple. The warmth and semi-darkness of the machine has welcomed them as a refuge. They took the long and straight state road. The service station is one of those old-fashioned with a couple of pumps for petrol and automatic car washes. He got out of the car and approached the side where she sits to open the cap of the reservoir and insert the banknotes. His eyes have fallen on his legs, his knees are pushed together, the skirt has risen a little higher, his flesh emerges milky where the stocking becomes more stretched and the veil is lighter. The rest of its forms disappears swallowed in the fabric more often, in the darkness of the unlit areas of the passenger compartment. A thought creeps into him, without realizing it, and the gesture of putting the fuel pump into the opening of the tank suddenly seems to him allusive. His eyes jam on the edge of his skirt again, as gasoline gurgled into the tank and its toxic smell fills his nostrils. If the look could act, it would raise that piece of cloth. He hangs up the pump at the distributor, approaches the door, closes the flaps of the coat on the legs before opening the door and slipping into the machine with a fluid movement. She turns to him, says nothing, but he puts a hand to her face, caresses her cheek and she inhales the smell of gas that has remained on him.Mette in motion, but instead of taking the exit is combined with the car wash. Lower the window, insert a series of coins and press a button; an automatic voice alerts you to proceed to the barrier, put the machine in neutral and switch off the engine. He performs. He does not look at her but feels the curious look on her. The machine moves of its own will, hooked to the rails of the automatic washing. Then he finally looks at her and gives her a smile. As soon as the first jet of water and foam hits the windshield, he extends his hand and slips it between his legs. She surrounds him with her arms and puts her face to kiss him, he thinks. Instead it touches the mouth and proceeds towards the ear. 'How much time do we have?' Whisper as if someone could hear them. 'Little,' he replies as his hand reaches the hem of his socks and tries to slip inside. She lifts slightly on the seat and he fiddles with the pantyhose, until he can drag them down, along his skin. The machine has a jolt and proceeds forward, while two rollers of brushes surround them to the right and left and a third descends on the windshield. She rises from her seat and eagerly passes the handbrake to sit on top of him. He has bare legs under his skirt and he runs his hands over his skin until he reaches the roundness of his ass. She glances at the service station behind them, a car is coming and a pair of headlights illuminate her face for a moment, before a fourth brush descends on the back glass and submerges them into a dry tide of foam and jets of water. She fumbles with the belt of her pants, the rush makes her clumsy, but every touch of her cold fingers gives him a jolt of pleasure. He raises her skirt even more to allow her to open her legs, to allow her to welcome him. When finally his already erect member is free, he enters her without too many ceremonies. The car has another jolt that unbalances it and rips a moan. She starts to move, while he puts his hands on her hips and helps him, his eyes fixed on the windshield where waves of foam draw doodles sprung here and there by brushes. She moves slowly, because the encounter between their bodies has been a bit 'rough and yet her member gives her more pain than pleasure. He stares at the foam, and finds it very exciting. The machine takes another step forward and she starts to move faster, to gasp in his ear, he sees jets of clean water to replace the foam. Increases the grip in his flesh, while the brushes continue to surround the machine from everywhere, except in front, where already the jet of water is replaced by a jet of air that dries the surface of the car. Her grip has given her a sense of urgency and now she moves faster, she wants to make it enjoy, but at heart she does not rule and now that the foamy atmosphere is replaced by glass