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Car Wash [1/1]	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Car Was [1/1]
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Simon's POV

She is washing her car when I pull up in her driveway.

I squint, studying her petite frame as it bends over, retrieving a hose.

The tiny bikini she is sporting shows off the firm muscles in her lithe, tan legs, which flex when she returns to standing position and begins to rinse her car.

Her back is to me, she has no idea I am here.

And I kinda like it that way.

She has music blaring, some type of horrific dance mix.

I quietly put my car in park and switch it off.

I watch her for a moment longer, taking in every bit of her as long as I can before she turns around and discovers I’m here.

It is only as I sit here that I realize how odd it is that she is washing her car.

Why not let her assistants do it? God knows she has plenty of them.

Or take it somewhere. There are tons of service stations here in Los Angeles.

She bends down to rinse a sponge in a bucket and stands again, leaning way over across the hood as she washes it meticulously.

Up, down, up, down, around in circles, her body and hips sway with the movements her arms make, and suddenly I realize my pants are becoming awfully tight.

I look down, able to see my hard on’s shape blatantly on my left thigh.

I certainly can’t let her see me like this.

How embarrassing.

I crank the car again, intending to leave, and when I do, Paula whirls around to face me.

"Simon!" she exclaims.

Bloody fuck.

Maybe I can just stay in the car. Maybe I won’t have to get out.

It’s bad enough that I’ve wanted her for four years and never had her.

It’s bad enough that both Randy and Ryan know the extent of my need for her, and tease me about it every single time she isn’t around.

It’s bad enough that when I’m sleeping with Terri, I sometimes call out Paula’s name.

But for her to find out?

I’ve always been able to turn it around on her, make it look like she’s the one who wants me.

She could definitely use my obvious arousal against me now.

"Simon!" she exclaims again, motioning for me to get out of my car. "What are you doing here?"

"I actually have to go," I say.

"What?" she asks, cupping a soapy hand over her ear.

I roll down the window.

"I said, I have to go," I repeat.

"But you just got here," she replies, wiping the sweat that was beading on her brow.

"Yeah."

"What, are you afraid I’m going to put you to work?" she smirks, leaning down to pick up the hose again, rinsing her feet, and in doing so, giving me a full view of her luscious cleavage.

I smirk at her. "No, but I did wonder why you’re the one doing that and not some of your servants."

"Servants?" she asks, eyebrow raised. "They’re not my servants! They’re my assistants!"

I laughed, waving the subject away with a flick of my wrist. "Servants, assistants. Whatever."

"Come on, you don’t have anywhere to go, get out," she demands.

"No."

"Yes!" she insists.

"I can’t."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Oh, there’s a good reason" she retorts sarcastically.

"It is, isn’t it?"

"No. Get out."

"No."

"Get out!" she exclaims.

I cross my arms over my chest defiantly "No."

"Get out," she begins, "or I’ll have to call in some reinforcement."

"And what would that be?"

She holds the hose up, thumb wrapped daringly around the squirt nozzle.

"You wouldn’t," I admonish.

"Oh, I would," she replies deviously. "Get out."

"No!" I laugh.

She pulls the handle on the nozzle gently, causing it to squirt right in front of my car.

"Get out."

"Nope."

"Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you," she replies, pulling the handle full force, drenching me and the inside of my car.

"Pawwwla!" I exclaim as the cold water soaks me.

I wipe the moisture from my face, completely forgetting about my arousal as I jump out of the car and chase after her.

She screams when she sees me coming towards her and drops the hose which causes it to squirt again, effectively soaking me to the bone.

She turns around to face me, walking backwards in order to keep her distance from me.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you that wet," she apologizes insincerely, the beguilement completely obvious in her wild eyes.

"Are you?" I ask, amused, as she backs into the front of her car.

"Yeah, I really didn’t mean to soak you."

"Somehow I don’t believe that," I said, stopping right where she dropped the hose.

"Actually," I continue, "I think a little payback is in order."

Quickly I bend down and retrieve the hose, squeezing the nozzle with all of my might and aiming it at her, making sure I effectively douse her with the cold water.

She screams and puts her hands up, trying to block the water, but to no avail.

I laugh as I continue to soak her and she yelps through her laughter.

"Stoooop," she begs. "Stop! It’s cold!"

"You think I don’t know that?" I ask rhetorically as I finally release the nozzle.

However, this plan backfired on me, apparently.

Big time.

Now she’s drenched, her nipples hard and poking through the thin material of her bathing suit.

The water is dripping off of her, dribbling down her smooth skin, almost causing it to shimmer.

I gulp as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, smoothing the wet hair back from her face.

And, if it’s possible, I am getting even harder.

She opens her eyes and when she does, I see her focus on my member.

Shit.

So I do the only thing I can think to do to distract her.

I squirt her again.

"Siiiimon!" she yelps as the water cascades over her once more.

She blindly pushes her way towards me, and I continue to drench her relentlessly.

"Quit!" she begs. "Stop it!"

She makes her way towards where I am and I hold the hose over her head, now effectively re-soaking myself again as well.

"Quit!" she screams.

"Make me!" I reply.

And she does.

She reaches up and wraps her hand around my neck, pulling me into a full-on snog.

Her tongue pushes its way past my lips and I drop the hose, allowing it to fall to my side with a clang.

I moan as she grasps my soaked t-shirt, pulling me closer.

Her full breasts press against me, hard nipples rubbing sensually against my chest through our drenched clothing.

My hands immediately grasp her ass, and I cup both cheeks roughly, pressing her hips into mine.

Her skin is slick and slippery and my hands work their way beneath her bathing suit bottoms, grasping the firm flesh found there.

I lift a knee and wedge it between her legs and she rocks against it, thrusting and riding it as I gently press upwards, applying pressure where she wants it.

She groans and I walk her to the hood of her car where she lays back on it, spreading her legs wide for me.

I feel like I’m in one of my warped fantasies I make up during a dreary day of auditions instead of reality and I almost pinch myself to make sure it’s real.

Her eyes are closed and her hand is wandering down between her legs, slipping underneath her bathing suit bottoms and toying with her clit.

She groans as she pleasures herself and I groan just watching her.

She’s panting and she opens her lidded eyes halfway to stare at me.

"Are you going to help me or do I have to do this all by myself?" she asks.

Sitting up, she reaches for me and I happily oblige, allowing her to pull me close.

She wraps her legs around my thighs, holding me in place as she quickly unfastens the button on my trousers and pushes them off my hips.

I almost offer a word of thanks to the heavens when she releases my throbbing erection.

She makes a fist around it, rubbing it slowly up and down and I moan, my hips bucking in response.

"Now, refresh my memory," she coos, not stopping her movements. "Who wants who?"

I groan.

"You…" I pant, "want me."

"I want you?" she asks dramatically. "And you don’t want me?"

"No," I lie.

"So you’re just hard like this all the time then, I assume."

"That’s right," I breathe, barely able to force a smirk.

"Hmm," she moans, releasing my erection from her hand. "That’s gotta suck."

I whimper when she releases my cock and I reach blindly for her hand, needing the contact again, but she resists, locking her elbow and keeping her hand at her side.

I stare at her for a moment before I push my fingers underneath her bathing suit bottoms, happy to discover how drenched her lips are.

"You sure are wet for someone who isn’t turned on," I say as I remove my finger from her folds, holding it up in front of her. The moisture glistens off my hand and I bring it to my lips, my tongue snaking out to taste her juices.

"Tangy," I comment.

"I never said I wasn’t turned on," she breathes, her voice an octave lower than usual as she makes eye contact.

My penis practically jumps in response.

Her dark chocolate eyes are practically swirling with arousal.

I can’t take it anymore.

I slam my body down on top of hers, devouring her mouth hungrily.

She yelps in reply, moaning as I press my erection against her.

My hands make their way to her breasts and I hastily push the material aside, fingering her hard nipples, flicking them and twisting them.

She arches her back and she screams out, wrapping her legs around my waist as she pulls me closer.

She gyrates her hips in circle after circle and it’s nearly driving me mad, my desire and arousal increasing by the second.

The friction, the motions, I’m already about to explode and I’m not even inside her yet.

She reaches down, desperately trying to remove the bottoms of her bathing suit, and I help her, yanking them down and off her right leg, leaving them dangling around her left ankle.

I allow my hand to travel back up her inner thighs, tickling them with my feather light touch.

She writhes above me as I trace my index finger up her inner right thigh, over her pelvis, and back down her inner left thigh, purposefully avoiding her center.

She whimpers and I relent, running my fingers between her soaked folds, pinching her clit with my middle finger and thumb, using my forefinger to make tiny half-circles around the top portion of it.

She cries out and she digs her nails into the flesh of my biceps.

My throbbing cock is pressing painfully into her thigh and I can’t put it off any longer, I need to be inside her.

I reposition myself between her legs and she spreads them farther for me, anticipating what I am about to do.

Wrapping my hands around the backs of her knees for support I push myself inside of her and we both gasp together, the sensation even better than I had expected.

She’s tight, oh god she’s so tight and I barely give her time to adjust to my size before I begin impaling my cock into her.

She feels so fucking good around me.

The hood of the car is slippery and her ass slides with each of my penetrations, increasing the friction between us.

I’m slamming into her over and over and again, her screams growing louder with each penetration, and again, I have to resist pinching myself.

This is too perfect not to be a fantasy.

This is too perfect not to be porn, I decide and I almost laugh, considering the amount of money we could make if only we were being filmed.

I mean, for god’s sake, we’re doing it on the hood of a car!

The only thing that’s missing is the cheesy music.

And whipped cream.

She slings her head back, revealing the tender skin on her neck and I can’t resist.

I lean down and bite the tender flesh.

She yelps.

I smooth the area over with my tongue before I bite down again.

Bite, smooth, bite, smooth, I build the regimen in perfect sync with my thrusts in and out of her.

Her moans are getting even louder now, and I can feel her vaginal walls clenching me tightly every time I slam into her again.

Skin slapping against skin, moans of pleasure, I begin to pray paparazzi don’t hang around her house.

The last thing she needs after the Corey sex scandal is pictures of us fucking on the hood of her Mercedes.

The bucking of her hips is picking up speed now, and I know (just from the many times I’ve imagined this scenario) it won’t be long before she comes.

Which is good, because I’m not sure I can hold on much longer either.

I push her legs upwards so that they’re now slung over my shoulders in order to penetrate deeper inside of her.

Not holding back any more, I push myself fully in before I pull out again.

And in.

And out.

And in.

And out.

And in.

And out.

Finally she clenches around me and screams out with ecstasy, her body convulsing beneath mine as all four of her limbs, which were now wrapped around me, tremble.

She’s gasping and moaning and I’m still slamming into her, unable to stop, unable to hold back, needing to release.

And then it happens.

I come, louder and harder than I have in so long, with more intensity and stamina than I even fantasized having with her.

I collapse on top of her, our bodies soaked and sticky, covered in bubbles and the juices of our sex as my limp cock finally pulls out of her.

My face is pressed against her breasts and I lift my head, placing tiny kisses into her lush cleavage.

"See, washing your car isn’t such a bad thing after all, is it?" she asks through heaved breaths.

"No," I laugh. "If I’d known this was the kind of work you were going to put me to, I would have gotten out of the car a whole lot sooner."

She giggles.

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