I am fortunate to have a wife that finds flashing her body while in a car a fun thing. Sometimes it's only opening a few buttons to just expose a bit more breast than one would expect to see. Other times she'll raise her skirt hem to show off almost all of her long legs.
This is great, but it's those times that she let's everything out that I enjoy. One of my favorite scenarios is the service station show. We'll go on a road trip and find a service station that provides the old time full service fill up. The fill, check under the hood, windshield wash treatment that is uncommon in today's convenience store/gas up places.
On one occasion we found a perfect location. It was a service station off the main road that looked like it could be dropped back into the 50's and fit right in. It even had the bell that rang when you drove over the line strung across the drive. We pulled up and I got out of the car. The attendant came out momentarily and welcomed me with a big smile.
I glanced back into the car and my wife gave me a quick grin. The show was ready to begin. After getting the fill started he opened the door of the car to get the hood latch. My wife and he exchanged pleasantries for a moment then he went around to the front of the car to attend to his duties under the hood. I saw her shuffle in her seat and then adjust her blouse.
The attendant closed the hood, smiled and advised me that all was well. He got his window washer and proceeded to clean the windshield starting on the drivers side. He moved around to the passenger side and continued. I moved over a step so I could see through the drivers window.
She was sitting with her knees up but close together. Very slowly she parted them, only a few inches perhaps. When he began to remove the fluid with the squeegee she leaned forward and touched the windshield with her finger. Her right knee fell away to the side as she sat back. I could now almost see her pussy from my position. There was no doubt what he could see through the windshield.
He stood straight and walked back around the car. This may be bad I thought. He reached into the wash fluid bucket and got a scrub pad. The passenger side windshield then received what may have been the most thorough cleaning in service station history. When he'd almost finished with the final squeegee, her left knee moved to the side giving him the complete and grand finale. A second or two later she turned in the seat and reached for something in the rear.
Mr. Attendant returned his tools to the wash bucket and finished up the fill. We went inside to settle up and I thanked him for the fantastic service provided. Special mention was given to the glass cleaning. He fought off a smile as he said that it service comes easy when you love your job.
I suppose this is one of those better to have been there than read about it, things, but I thought I'd share it anyway. Sorry about the long read.
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