Wet T-Shirt Contest
My family is away for the weekend so I invited Jay over for the night. He refused, knowing that my place isn't air-conditioned so he invited me to his place to overnight instead.
For lunch I made some food and he managed to drop by my place before heading for his freelance work in the afternoon. After that, he came over again to have a quick shower. I wanted to join him in the bathroom but he didn't want to play.
Hungry. Let's go eat.
His stomach demands more than his crotch. The highly sex-driven guy in me just have to wait.
As we were leaving the compound of my home, I noticed that the sun is still shining and I remembered him telling that he wanted to get his car washed.
Hey, wanna wash the car here?
The pipe is ready. The water hose is long enough. The rags and bottle of car foam ready. And then we washed his car.
Halfway through the wash, Jay shouted to me from the rear end of the car while I was cleaning the wind shields in front.
Can I remove my shirt?
Sure. But then I'll have to take off mine too. The neighbours will see.
And then gossip. After all, the residents here are not very far different from the residents of Wisteria Lane.
Oh yeah, the water bill might be slightly more this time and I might need to replace that bottle of car foam for dad immediately...
...but wet white tees outlining the pecs and hard nips and perhaps the four pack abs on a hot afternoon on two bodies with raging testosterones- total hotness.Labels: Naughty, Our Lives
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