Glamour Shots, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 19

... chocolate. Plus, my idea was anything but a cliché; I’d kind of like to think that I have an original thought occasionally. I drove straight to the Home Depot. Once there I made my way directly to the mower and outdoor tool department, whereupon the clerk told me that pressure washers were in the paint department. Go figure. I found them, and had the help of a very friendly and knowledgeable young man. I told him what I needed, and that it was for the animal shelter, and that it would get very heavy use. He led me to their two top-of-the-line models, both about six hundred bucks, and we compared features and talked dependability and ease of obtaining parts and repairs. I bought the DeWalt, a tool brand I’d always had good luck with in the past. I insisted on the display model, already built, because I wanted to take it straight to Allison at the shelter, not go home and put it together. He acquiesced, even helping me take it out and wiggle it into my trunk; with the handle sticking up out of the trunk it just barely fit - there was absolutely no chance of it falling out unless I rolled my car over - and we tied the open trunk lid to the handle of the washer so that it wouldn’t bang around in the wind. He assured me that, other than a tank of gas and being connected to a hose and spigot, it was fully ready for use. At the shelter I got the help of one of Alli’s volunteers, a strapping young guy named Jason, and he helped me unload it, very excited to see a replacement for ...

... their balky, worn-out, underpowered old unit. I asked him to go send Allison out so I could surprise her – cautioning him not to breathe a word of this to her - and then rolled the new power washer behind my car so she wouldn’t see it immediately. She came out the front door looking a little bit frazzled, dirty and sweaty in a pair of old, shredded blue jeans that fit like a second skin, and through which her flawless skin showed at the numerous tears and rents. She wore green rubber Muck Boots almost up to her knees, and a pale blue t-shirt, plastered to her breasts, her braless nipples poking thorough plainly as she came out into the cool air and an oval-shaped sweat stain in the valley between; she had her thick, dark locks pulled back into a ponytail, a red bandana tied around her head. In other words, she looked incredibly sexy and alluring! She was rubbing the back of her hand across her forehead, leaving behind a streak of dirt, and when she looked up and saw me her face lit up in a dazzling smile; that alone was worth the six hundred bucks! “Hi, sweetheart! What brings you by?” I smiled at her, and we exchanged a brief kiss. “Oh, I just felt a need to see my beautiful girl…is she around here anywhere?” “Ha ha, very funny!” She poked me in the ribs. “Careful, mister, or I’ll put you to work too, suit, tie and all!” I grunted and pulled away, laughing. “Actually, I was just thinking how hot and sexy you look in your boots, torn up pants, and sweaty shirt with those cute ...