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Hi again, posting my most recent Jenny story which is the start of a little 'community service' series, not sure how much I'll do with it but I do have another story in the works for it. Hope you enjoy and feel free to comment.


Chapter 1



“Ah so you must be Jenny Hamilton, here for that new community service program thingie?”



It wasn’t her fault that she managed to lose her panties before having a dress rise and rip in the back, flashing tourists buses on the street. These things just happened to Jenny, but not everyone understood as she received reports that couldn’t be left alone. It was another tally that was added to a record of Jenny’s public exposures that stacked to quite a costly amount of money. Already hurting in cash from replacing her wardrobe and pleading earnestly, they were able to make an arrangement to pay in community service.



It was often saved for younger people and delinquents who were given a chance to improve themselves with work, the buxom woman a popular outlier in the growing program. Her idea of community service came in forms like serving food or cleaning up parks, and figured it would be a light punishment for her accident. Both ideas were much preferable to the harrowing reality she faced when dealt the hand of tending a carwash for the day.



Wash of Oasis was a decent spot themed after deserts, well kept with a fairly spacious lobby and lot, but not that busy. That last point made it boring but a good case for Jenny, until she learned why.

“Unfortunately the main Drive Thru carwash has been down for sometime now, it should be fixed later today but you’ll be working the old-fashioned way,” a middle-aged man explained to Jenny. He was Charles the manager and had doubts about being part of the service program, each one going away once he laid eyes on Jenny.



She wasn’t sure how to prepare so decided to dress in a comfortable pink blouse and light blue knee-length skirt presenting a sample of her hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair had been tied into two pigtails that graced her shoulders with a few waves and strands close to her blue eyes. Her nervousness was hidden behind a weak smile towards the shorter man. He wasn’t very tall and had a natural lean to him, his brown skin showing years of experience many dismissed.



“So just, normal soap and water for cleaning the cars then?”

“That and using some smaller things for car details, yes. You’re my only worker this time of day but it shouldn’t be too much for ya, not much traction after the ol’ girl’s gone kaput. No need to worry about the lobby people, they’re here for rest and such, you just need to worry about the cars,” Charles said, leading Jenny to the break room and met by a small friend.



“Ah this is Foxy, she was brought in some months ago and has become our little mascot. Try to keep her indoors if you can,”

“Aww hello there!” Jenny said, kneeling down to the black and orange calico as his stripes were brushed by the woman’s soft hands.



“We may not be a very busy spot but make sure not to dawdle or slack on customer satisfaction, program may not be happy with poor work. Your work clothes are ready to the side here, we don’t allow ‘social clothes’ so those will be it until you clock out. ” the old codger finished. A seed of dread was put into her gut at the prospect, but at least she’d have something dry to wear home.



She picked up the bag with clothes and changed in the empty break room, stripping down to her standard yellow undergarments and giving her work attire a poor look.

The first was a flowy white t-shirt with the store’s logo tackily printed on seeming decently sized, if not a bit on the small side. The second were small navy blue denim jeans that were a cut above her modesty, fashionably ripped and living up to their title of shorts. Its ragged form was fitting and would surely draw attention for the business. She couldn’t help but faceplant with them before accepting the circumstances.



“It could be worse,” she convinced herself as she began to put them on to an audience of an unbothered cat. The shirt was loose and gave her easy entry as it pronounced her boobs and hung loose and away from her stomach. The oasis logo was stretched across her chest and covered her yellow bra. It was partially visible with a keen eye as she watched it end just above where her shorts would start.



She stepped into and pulled them up just fine until it reached the perfect curve of her ass, sitting to show her pushed up peach with the zipper still open. “This is why I hardly wear anything but sundresses,” she complained to the naughty shorts as the familiar struggle continued, making slow progress as she did a sexy dance in her pink tennis shoes to make them fit. Her display was positively erotic with her yellow side-tie panties quivering every step of the way until they were concealed. A final grunt pushed them over the hurdle with Jenny thinking she heard something already.



She wasn’t sure if she had already stretched a seam or two from that final push, sticking her butt up to the window to see like she was about to twerk for someone. If there was anyone down outside looking up, they would have been blessed to see her shakes in that moment as they did in fact fray slightly to the side and showed a hint of bare cheek. The cover provided was form fitting enough for her ample bottom and nice hips, exceptions lying in tears showing her panties and how they might shift later. She noted to try and not do any wild movements with the lack of a belt.



The outfit made her feel younger than she was like part of a lecherous fantasy, at least it was comfortable and fitting for the hot day ahead of her. The lobby had a pair of college students that took quick notice of the blonde’s beauty. They each waved to each other before she went and waited outside for the day to really begin. Some time passed before the first car rolled in, a woman handing her a ticket with instructions of a thorough wash outside as Jenny went to work.



Clad in business attire and short hair past her ears, the busy woman gave her a quick look over before brushing her off rudely. ‘I don’t care enough to ask,’ was clearly written on her face as she went on her phone. She was left alone with buckets of comically large sponges, soaps, brushes and towels to glide and clean the small gray vehicle. Her body was quickly doused by soap and water when she pulled a hose out to rinse it all away, the effect quickly showing in dampened shorts and a rather wet shirt.



“Should be all done, have a nice day ma'am!" She cheerily smiled at the business woman. She thanked her for the job well done with a skeptical look down at her bust. The flexible shirt easily and quickly showed the makings of her yellow bra as it covered her tits, garnering a light sneer of disapproval as she drove off. Jenny wasn’t exactly surprised to see the impact, but still covered up a bit as it was still her underwear becoming clear as day, the faux pas was better than nothing after all.



The cycle continued across the next hour as the inelegant washer’s body took much of her handiwork in an impromptu cleaning. People inside often gave her attention as she shook in allure to widely welcome results. She accepted the inevitability but underestimated just how much high density soap and water were getting across her clothes and their slow efforts.



A strange feel across her back was dismissed as a married couple came in with the first day’s request of a detailing with a van. The husband eagerly greeted Jenny with the details while his wife eyed her suspiciously. Her enviable rack with the shirt so soaked gave her a dirty impression, the woman’s shorts hanging lower than usual not helping her case as her matching yellow panties started to appear.



“Hey, make sure you're thorough in there. We don’t want to see a crumb leftover,” she ordered while pushing her husband inside. They both gave different stares as they looked back to her big butt searching through her cleaning bin. She didn’t detest the work so far but hoped that with good behavior the day could end faster than intended with no chance of having to return. And so she cleaned dexterously everywhere she could reach.



Soon enough she reached the conclusion of needing to use a vacuum in a proper sweep of the vehicle as some spots were too stubborn and small otherwise. She brought out the hungry nozzle with a hint of dread, having some unfortunate memories come to mind as she pointed it carefully away from herself. It took all her focus as she controlled the item and shifted her shirt around to escape its suck, another article being neglected and soon to pay the price.



The soap’s effects were in full force now as Jenny put the vacuum to her side and did a much needed stretch, her bra resigning from duty with a surprise twinge at her back. The feeling of her breasts being released was well in the making as Jenny covered them through her shirt, her senses acting too slowly as she noticed the bra fall at her lap and to her side.



It was as if time slowed as she saw a clasp fall towards the nozzle’s range and attempt to inhale the yellow undergarment almost immediately. She shrieked in refusal and gripped the end of it tight, the shifting tugs only giving it an easier time as it beat her grip and consumed her bra whole. She turned it off and strangled the thin item in frustration, not quite topless but one step closer as her breasts shook much more freely.



“Excuse me, but we have to go soon. Are you about done yet?” a woman’s voice asked from behind, confused by her posture. “O-OH, yes sorry. Was just, making the finishing touches haha,” she awkwardly responded while exiting from the trunk.



Back in the clear sunlight, the couple were the first to take notice of how it shone upon Jenny’s wet work shirt. Her bra was already visible before, but its absence left little to the imagination as it clung nice and close to her chest, the valley her ample headlights showcasing the nice oasis from her shirt. A gleeful look overtook the husband’s face while his wife fumed with disdain and second-hand embarrassment. Jenny noticed their eyes a moment late and covered her chest with a sheepish blush, the vacuum in one last stunt tugging at her loose shorts enough to slide them down and reveal her wet panties.



She shot daggers and left with a scowl as she carried her husband away, his eyes remaining on her as long as he could. Various profanities could be heard as their engine started with them driving away in a hurry. Jenny joined with a curse of her own as she brought the shorts up from her knees and put a hand over her animated bust. She wanted to head inside but saw another car pull in for a wash. A man pulled up and handed her the request, leaving to grab a snack and quickly return without her notice.



She scrubbed the driver’s window from bottom to top, the man inside for once glad to have stayed in. Her globes shook from side to side and up and down, the view of them getting clearer as she stretched higher and closer. Her poor shirt had bunched up enough and soon released her tits as they made a satisfying Smack onto each other, soap and water running between and over them enticingly.



In a quick reaction her eyes went wide as she pressed her balloons into the cool window as they replaced the soap with pale, naked skin, believing they were out of view for everyone. Her messy work made it seem like no one was inside, the forgotten man taking the time to record his discovery of heaven. Only when she finished did she correct her top and notice the man inside, being overcome with a blush before stepping back.



Jenny adjusted her look with a tug to press the shirt close against her. “Excuse me miss,” she was called over as the clean window rolled down and the man held out a bill to her.

“T-thank you for the tip,” she said, grateful for the pick-me-up.



“Of course! Only felt fair,” the man said before slowly driving out. She looked down to count the cash as she saw her nipples hard and erect poking through the feeble fabric. The unavoidable wetness worsened the sight, for her at least, as the colors of her areolas were easy to discern: a sunset red to match her face and an adorable pretty pink center. Despite her wishes and the colors hanging above the ground, the day was far from over.





Chapter 2



Earning a break and some privacy, Jenny snacked on some fruit and prepared for the rest of the day. She’d likely only have one more before the day ended, and already she lost a piece of her cover. Only one was a stroke of luck in itself for her, but she wasn’t sure if losing the bra or shirt would’ve been worse. A bright idea flashed in her mind as she dried the shirt to try and make it less see-through, flinging water off it and begrudgingly going around topless for a moment. A knock from Charles nearly had her jump out of her shorts as he requested Jenny to feed Foxy.



“I hope you don’t mind me invading your space like this little guy,” she joked to the calico paying her current fashion little mind, far more interested in the food she was retrieving. A big bag of cat kibble was yawned open into his food tray as he went to town. It was awkward to put back and had a tricky seal as it went back slightly open, a few bits finding their way into her back pockets.



She sighed with a glance at the clock to see her break be over, putting her damp shirt back on and getting an idea. Gathering the lower half of the shirt carefully, Jenny tied it into a solid knot below her chest to keep it more steady. It was well done after her recent proficiency in tying, yet left much of her stomach open and kept her breast up higher than natural, leaving her to wonder if it really helped.



She walked back into the lobby to see the pair from before have three more join, garnering all their attention as if she was a moviestar. Their line of sight made her blush as she covered where her nipples were and moved on, only to fall at the doorway and barely catch herself. She almost accused one of them before noticing them all approach with a helping hand and seeing the real cause.



Her forgotten jean shorts took some revenge and bunched up around her knees, tripping her up and giving her panties some time in the limelight. They were a plain yellow and did surprisingly well at covering her rump, the soap and water making them press against her bits and descend oh so slightly. She got up herself and swung the door wide with them still low on her person, hiking the shorts back to her hips and rezipping them in hopes of staying put.



Her wish remained far from granted over the next hour as the few cars and requests that came in were favored, or disgraced by a small few, to sights from their retreat. She grew quickly annoyed from having to constantly pull them up after feeling them fall to her knees or even shoes time and again, bends or squats never getting old as people saw her booty in indecency. Each movement allowed someone a view of her soaked panties as their color and coverage faded close to her skin and down with little notice.



The cycle grew old for the blonde quickly and was made worse as she had to juggle covering her twins as the shirt became wet once more and bowed to their ample movements. Luckily things slowed to a crawl before another van came through with a detail request.

“H-hi, I hate to ask this but I’m in a bit of a hurry and need to get going soon,” a young man asked while trying to keep eye contact. Her good looks were enough to make him falter but the form fitting slick clothes made it a hard challenge.



“I’ll try to have it done quickly for you,” she weakly smiled and got to work as he stepped inside, someone taking a quick dash outside at the same moment. Not wanting to risk things over once again, Jenny forgoed the vacuum and did all her work by hand and cloth to explore the depths of the van’s interior. And once again, her shorts got in the way and nearly made her fall out of the vehicle.



It was enough for her to handle right then as she made a decision. She was alone, inside the car away from the eyes of others. Doing what everyone wished they could see, Jenny tossed aside the shorts near the trunk for much needed time apart. Throwing them out or even ripping them all together seemed tempting, but she was in no rush to strut around in her panties and left them be.



Her speed and mood increased greatly as Jenny spread herself within the car to clean every nook and cranny she could reach, no troublesome vacuum needed. She paid no thought to the wild and lewd positions she made to get it done with absentminded wiggling along to her own rhythm. Despite the space she still brushed and slid between seats and more, the lucky car not having a voice to express its joy.



She made sure to periodically shoot looks towards the open trunk of the car and keep track of her shorts. Too often would something odd happen to them that others surmised in ‘it must have been the wind!’ or something equally silly to her annoyance. The sound of something entering the car startled the hot blonde as she fell between the passenger seats, only to see her cat friend hop in.



“Aww hi Foxy, here to keep me company?” She asked, sitting up and getting an investigative meow in response. “Well don’t get too comfortable, just about finished here before we go back to waiting. Now I just need to ugh, get out of this-” she said in the awkward middle ground of the car. Foxy mused around the back with its nose as Jenny shifted between the seats in spite of her mobile bosom.



She felt some of the car's rounded hooks and cushion too close for her own comfort, slithering against them by shaking her hips upwards. With a last push she stood tall in the car and gave a final look around the interior, feeling some pride from the now spotless detail.



“Whew, finally. Alright Foxy, it’s time we leav- Foxy?” she inquired at the funny sight of him getting caught in the woman’s shorts. Small bits of kibble were cleaned up by the patterned partner as he pawed the troublesome cloth and started to leave. She adored the cute sight before a sinking feeling overcame her, the woman beginning to approach the feline cautiously.



“Now Foxy, you’ve been great to be around, so how about you let me get my shorts off of you real quickly before AHAH!” she dove with her arms as the cat nimbly dodged her grasp, hightailing it out of the car and around the lot. “Wait no, Foxy!” she called out to the fast fiend with her shorts in tow.



The owner of the car came back at a good time for a progress update to see it spic and span as Jenny barreled on by. His mouth opened for a question and hung agape from the sight of not just Jenny in a wet shirt, but in full sprint with little else on. Her rack jumped with vigor from each stride she made, every bounce undoing her knot leading to proper glimpses of her bare chest and ever pink nipples. He hated that he was late for home and couldn’t chat with her, but more than thankful as it allowed him to see her bounce away for just a moment.



The tricky cat ran all across the lot thankfully devoid of cars, but not customers as the ones within noticed the sexy woman in a hurry. Jenny struggled to keep up but was making ample headway in closing the gap. With her shirt luckily still on she felt confident enough to power on until she cornered the captor just across the building’s windows.



“Caught you, you little scamp,” she mused with a grin. She bent forward to pick up the purring kitty and reclaim her shorts.

“Jenny!” a scruffy voice shouted behind her. She spun around and pressed Foxy down close to see the manager once again with sweat on his brow. “Ah good, I was just wondering where he ran off to. Did you finish the detailing?”

“Y-yes Mr. Charles, and I think he’ll be satisfied like you wanted.”

“Very good, thank you. Be sure to bring Foxy back in before he causes any more trouble. ‘Preciate all your hard work so far, you’ve been one of the best for service by far.”



“Oh, well thank you. I try,” she said bashfully. For whatever reason Foxy was acting antsier than usual and it was making it hard for the woman to focus.

“Mmhmm, well keep it up. I’ll be off site soon for maintenance so just holler if you need me. By the by uh,” he started before his eyes went south. “Ah nevermind, you do as you please. I sure won’t mind the extra company!” he laughed before heading back inside.



She hardly heard what he said and went to put on her shorts once he left. A frisky breeze tickled her bottom and sent a shiver through her as she felt another purr far closer than she thought. She looked down and began to put her shorts back on but froze in shock from the sight.



How long it was the case and how many hints she failed to notice were beyond her as Jenny looked down to see her bare pussy in front of the one she was holding up. She remembered wearing panties, a soft yellow that hung to her and concealed her privates. She remembered having and feeling them cover her well, not a change being noticed until…



“Shit” she cursed, dropping the cat and putting on her shorts hurriedly. The few inside with eyes still on her were well rewarded as they saw the blonde’s bushy wet mound before the shorts did their job. She held them tight as she turned the corner to see the freshly detailed car start backing away.



“WAIT, WAIT!” she yelled and chased in vain to the departing vehicle. Her friend nudged her leg while she despaired and realized all that happened, body shivering with humiliation. The man and people inside got a service beyond their dreams as they beared witness to Jenny’s bottomless run.



She thought her jugs were the only cause of attention those last few moments, but for once they were the least of her worries. Her own drive to succeed clouded her senses as her booty clapped and shook freely, the unintended nudist too used to the feelings of her wobble wagon uncovered. The picturesque view of her bending over with a blink to show off her own precious detailing- maddeningly thick, plump and exposed before using a pussy to hide her pussy.



Her panties were long gone now, and while she stayed in his thoughts vividly, the lucky patron would have a surprise gift to remember her fondly beyond the lifechanging spectacle.





Chapter 3





She tried to keep them high up but no matter what, it was clear for everyone to see the carpets matching the d****s. She cursed herself for not doing a shorter trim as she gave herself another wedgie with the wet shorts, doing more harm than good as her cheeks let them slide deeper in while flaunting a lewd pattern up front. To make matters worse, Foxy’s stunt managed to tire out the upper threads as it was notably looser and spread open like a bag.



“You’re more of a black cat than you think,” she sighed to the now sleepy feline. She had retreated with it to the break room, along the way attracting eyes exactly where she feared. The weak shorts did little to stop her peach’s jiggles and ripples, each step being felt, noticed and appreciated whilst aiding their wished descent. Her closest secrets were so close to being made bare again and again, it would only be a matter of time until her perverted display happened even closer to them. There had to be something she could do. A makeshift belt, spare shorts, even some lingerie, just something.



Her search around the breakroom was fruitless as she checked every cabinet and corner for help. Before she could finish her shorts slipped down to her knees, flashing herself to the empty room with a whine and huff at the state of affairs.

“Jenny?” Charles knocked at the door, making her jump and trip once more with open legs in surprise. “Could you retrieve my toolbox from the shelf when you come out? Need it for a quick fixin.”

“S-sure, yes,” she reluctantly agreed while dusting her bottom clean. Tying the shirt back to a high knot, she took a breath and started her final shift.



She both looked and felt silly as she reentered the decently sized lobby with a hand gripping her shorts to her hip. Eye contact wasn’t needed to know she had most if not everyone’s attention as the other hip exposed her slick pale thigh and much of her lower tummy. Her mammeries had been attracting attention all day, and somehow became the least of her worries. She was utterly tantalizing from head to toe like a Naiad spirit of water from myths.



Her hands swapped carrying duty with a light flash of her upper bush and half her cheeks as she poked around. The box was left at the top above her reach, her frustration audible as she grabbed a stool for height. Still, it laid just out of reach from her position as she stomped the stool. She had everyone’s full attention as they looked with shame and temptation, the natural result too enticing to look away from.



“Oh fine, screw it,” she resolved with a powerful hike to the shorts. She winced at the temporary self-wedgie and how the wet fabric pressed against her secrets. Some silently gasped at the act as it reversed the woman’s fear and exposed most of her cheeks and stray golden hairs from the cameltoe. She leaned in on the stool and could just slide the box closer to grasp it with a precarious balancing act. Just a little further till she could grab the red box, and just a little further until her wiggles put the shorts back in their place.



“There we go, finally got yo- WOAH!” she yelled as the stool began to rock whilst her hands were occupied. A few good people stood ready to catch her if she fell, but Jenny was one step ahead. With panicked reflexes and eyes closed, she jumped off with the toolbox above her head, the sound of her landing pronounced with a room filling-



CLAP!



Her relief on the matter was immediately overshadowed by a look back to see everyone’s eyes to her, or rather her loud, wet cheeks. Their recoiled jiggle was the center of attention as she blushed from the mixed expressions with wide eyes and- hey was that guy recording this on his phone?

She rushed to put the box down and pick up her shorts while heading outside, her plump ass jiggling from the movement and shorts failing to cover it as some burst out in laughter.



She cursed everything in her lonesome outside, wanting to leave but still having some time of service remaining. In her annoyance she decided to put things in order when her eyes laid upon the water hose. Gears turned in the blonde’s head as she realized its surprisingly thin and long wrap. She curiously tested several of them and found one not reacting to the spin of a faucet, her eyes widening as a lightbulb went off.



She felt like a child thinking of and executing the idea, but it was just crazy enough to work. She double checked the tool’s length and began to wrap it through her belt loops, securing it tightly across her waist with a better tie job than the shirt before. She looked over her new green belt and gave it a quick test drive; shaking her butt with wiggles and jumps, even trying to wedgie and pants herself as it hugged her curves. Her small audience was confused by the experiment but had little reason to complain, how could there be when Jenny was jumping around in a wet shirt and shorts?



“Yes!” she said with a self high-five, proud of her innovation against the odds of her terrible luck. She inserted the nose of the hose at the front of her pants for security and figured the deal was done. Ridiculous, certainly, but it would prevent it from somehow unwrapping or getting stolen without her notice this way. Going back inside would be a big problem and she had to keep track of where she walked, problems far more favored than retreating shorts with no panties.



Still without underwear in wet, illicit clothing, but she made a great stride in keeping her remaining modesty intact. Families, couples, friends and more came and went with odd impressions of the woman, yet still satisfied from her work. Although, a few could have done without her cheeky and bubbly personality more than shining through, the gal earning more than a few tips thanks to such.



The sun showed its first signs of setting as she rechecked her new belt with a hefty jostle at her curvy behind, still standing strong. “Man I should’ve learned knotting skills a long time ago!” she mused, still longing for more cover but content with her creativity. Before long a familiar car rolled up once more in quite the mess, pelted in confetti and some food across the doors and windows.



The first woman she attended to that day walked out with her hair and outfit a mess, hiding a pissed off complexion under a relaxed mask. That mask cracked for just a moment as she laid eyes upon Jenny again, seeing her high melons in a weak wet shirt and bare stomach leading down to loose jeans and a clownish belt. She had been fed up with incompetence and jokes for today, Jenny involuntarily holding her last straw and already close to dropping it in her head.



“Listen. I’ve had a long day and I just want to get my car clean and head home. Now please just, do that for me?” she asked tiredly.

“I know the feeling all too well, miss. I’ll have it done in a flash,” The lady held her head as she went inside while Jenny picked the car clean of party leftovers.



Appearances aside, the process went by smoothly once again as Jenny tugged her belt over and around the vehicle, reaching the extent of its reach. She started on the window for what might be her final clean of the day, all until an intrusive touch found her.

“AIEE!” she shrieked from surprise, looking around to see the evening lot empty. The sudden poke at her sex raised her alarms as a cool feeling began to envelop her loins and went down her legs.



Stupefied by the cause, she sent a hand down to recognize the hose had come to life and started to release water once more. Her face went from stunned to a light laugh of relief as her shorts got an impromptu cleaning once again. A shiver went through her body as the sensation continued a moment, close against her in a way that was only shared with a close few in her life.



She noticed her heart beat in a different rhythm before realizing that she’d been standing there and taking advantage of the hose. She shook her head and sent a hand down to fix it, a loud yawn behind her stopping her with a startle. The woman returned from inside and from how she acted before, this little act would probably set her off.



“A-ah, welcome back,” she said with a nervous swing to her hands behind. Her posture became smaller and gave the hose a closer spot as the sound of the water suddenly became clear to the blonde. “Hi…you mind if I stay in my car for the rest of the wash? Could use the quiet space as opposed to inside, electricity acting up as well I think,”

“Oh, of course, I’ll be done very soon!” she regretted saying instantly. Her odd stare didn’t cease as Jenny stood aside for her to enter, sitting just at the last window she had to clean.



The height was perfectly inconvenient to catch most of Jenny’s hourglass figure just a quick look to the side. She tried not to pay the lightly tanned, slightly chubby stomach no mind, but it was rather distracting as it moved with her body in the evening sun. The two kept sending errant glances to each other, Jenny failing in composure and work during it.



She started to bounce her feet off one another, take deep breaths, fan herself off, anything to keep her mind off the splashes at her sex. She absentmindedly scrubbed the same spot at least a dozen times from the endless distraction, building something in her that begged her attention. At last, the bright idea to move aside came to her, looking behind to see several eyes already on her.



The lights inside the building were off as some walked down the steps and sat along the curb, chatting, snacking, or just appreciating Jenny’s craft closer than before. Some snickered together as they saw her streams of water constantly come from inside her shorts, the view begging questions and begging attention. Going inside was a no-go with her ‘belt’, everyone inside was outside, and the car had someone inside to see her every move. Just what was going on??



Charles had a visit from the maintenance man, offering his toolbox to fix the problem with the drive-thru carwash finally. After a bit of elbow grease and hard thinking, the two were able to fix the water problem and bring light back to the station. The fix resulted in a brief lobby outage in exchange for proper water flow throughout the whole car wash, including some of the hoses, and the one Jenny forgot to spin back off.



In line with the ongoing fix, the water flow was improved from before as the current active hose got a light boost to power, giving the blonde another surprise below. She was able to cover her mouth from letting out a sound, turning towards the car to try and block out her audience while giving them a great view. Her buckled knees pronounced her wetly clothed peach as she leaned closer onto the car, and the hose leaned further onto her.



Did one of the watchers let out a whistle or was it just her mind, losing ground fast as the flow went faster like an experienced lover. The vehicle was her lone support now as her job left her mind. The overflow in her shorts dribbled into her vagina, each shift to stop it just making it all the more irresistible. The ones outside all found themselves enchanted by her small rhythmic circles that she wiggled her plentiful bottom in, desires and wishes soon to be fulfilled.



She held herself together as best she could, unable to stop a restrained moan loud enough to get attention across the lot. She hoped no one heard, unaware of her volume and the one person who certainly could.



Her day had been met with inconvenience after inconvenience, snowballing into wasted hours with people that couldn’t do basic requests. She was able to keep it all together up until now. Up until she saw Jenny moan against her car with her taunting tatas looking down at her with full attention. They locked eyes for just one moment, her expression reminding Jenny of her good friend Ashley, worrying her to turn around. The audience had taken her noise as an invitation to get closer, leaving her ample personal space but close enough to see things clearly.



With a poised, angry smile, the woman rolled down her window with a hand to Jenny’s shoulder, the hot blonde only able to see her halfway. “I would have thanked you for the wash and your kindness, but I’m not sure I ended up at a carwash after seeing this. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t see why you’d need a shirt you COW!” the black haired woman yelled as her hand gripped the shirt’s collar. Her face was pure fury as she sped away and left everyone to hear a loud RRIIIPP.



It was a long time coming since she first lost her bra, the customer’s patience well rewarded and soon to be memorialized. Jenny’s breasts, her supple wet troublemakers finally graced the descending sun as they dropped and bounced with a splash against one another. Cheers and raucous comments flared up as her fabric stretching titties were a tease no longer, her face of unwanted ecstasy betraying her feelings of shame.



She fell to her seat with the car gone to lean on, the surrounding view of people looking down at her making her speechless. A select few could tell what was happening to her by following the hose, ending at a different cause as it looked far too lewd to not be intended. The crowd continued to grow in spectators at the bizarre display, even people not there before gathering around to see. It was beyond erotic or simply embarrassing, but down right sl*tty.



She thought to crawl away but the belt tugged and halted her, ass presented to them. Her mind too became awash with thoughts as she was weak with arousal, all these eyes and cameras were here for one reason. They knew it was inevitable and Jenny knew it too: She was going to climax in public. To reveal her flowing pussy in utter shame to match her large tits and bubbly ass.



She was dangerously low on time and knew she had to defy innate desires, each second making it harder as she succumbed to the feeling. She tried to undo the hose’s knotting in vain, her handiwork too skilled for her own good. She bit her lip in pleasure and frustration while hands went to cover what was largely concealed. A hand slid across the crack of her exposed butt before meeting the soaked shorts, one final desperate idea coming to mind.



There was hardly a second of consideration as Jenny made the sudden decision. With the last burst of energy she could muster, she dug into her own ass while gripping the weak fabric as strongly she could. Her nails bore into the cloth with palms gripping her own cheeks, pulling away to each other with her own begging face.



RRIIIIIPPPP!!!



For the first time in her life, Jenny was relieved to hear the terrible sound as she pulled at the shorts. Her reckless tears made her pronounced cheeks spread for brief, intimate glimpses of her deeper sex, the sunlight making the water across it glimmer. Her audience of at least two dozen and counting were in shock and awe, mixed reactions in their faces and bodies at the scene.



Jenny continued the self sabotage at the front until she exposed her overflowing garden to the air once again, finally able to slide the errant hose off her curves. It didn’t dare leave easily however as the tight water snake stayed caught at her broad hips and needed to be pushed down. She did a terribly awkward dance as she jumped and shifted the hose around her snake charmer, giving the fans of her pale knockers a barely needed revival. It was the hardest she ever tried to get something off of her body, water sweat and more being shaken away in the struggle.



Finally, the green hose fell to her feet as Jenny kicked and stomped the troublesome tool as its flowing water became weak shots and sputters. Her victory was short lived as she looked to see herself surrounded on all sides in only pink tennis shoes. She caught her breath and looked down to see her nearly naked state in pure embarrassment, her legs spread from her warranted assault.



She was terribly frustrated not just sexually or at the usual condition, but from the circumstance.

All of her own volition, all by her own hands, she stripped herself of her last real cover and exposed herself in front of too many to count. It was mortifying, scandalizing how far she ended up just to be left in her birthday suit.



She was driven to her edge and was barely holding on, the looks and noise from everyone pushing her closer to the ultimate embarrassment she tried so hard to prevent. She sent a hand to cover her pussy, drenched as could be and felt an immediate surge of pleasure through her. Her facial reaction made it clear to everyone what was soon to happen, the nightmare made manifest of her own doing. She got the last of her energy to retreat back to the building, every squished step bringing a wave to resist.



Her ample troublemakers felt heavy as could be, sloshing and jiggling as her diamond cutter nipples were teased by the wind. Her thighs and bubble butt quaked with each labored step, making ripples and mesmerizing the crowd she left behind. And her pussy, her poor, sopping blonde lips dripped with more than just water as they sent weak waves of arousal. Enough people felt second-hand shame to clear a way out for the lady, not wanting to test her nor take advantage.



Her shameful ecstasy slowed her to careful movements that gave everyone a final time to appreciate her animated assets. One wrong step, one naughty urge out of dozens answered was all it would've taken to send her over the edge of perverted pleasure. She made it inside dripping a trail to the break room where she waited out her last moments of mandatory service. She could finally go home.



Her new fans from today gradually dispersed while Jenny slowly got dressed. “So much…for not getting these wet,” she sighed while putting on her original clothes. She took her sweet time to make sure not to indulge herself purposefully or otherwise, her neglected arousal not leaving anytime soon. Her now damp pink blouse and light blue knee-length skirt covered her body fully, the absence of underwear of little concern now but not unnoticeable.



“Goodbye Foxy, it was still nice to meet you,” she said with a last few pets to the purring kitty. Her steps were awkward and slow as she went to the lobby as the lights flashed back on suddenly.



“Ah Jenny, just got everything fixed up here finally. Heading home?”

“Y-yes, the service is over now. Sorry if some of the things outside are a mess,” she said with masked nerves. “Ah no worries, I got it all from here. Thank you for being a good sport about all this, I’m sure Foxy will miss you plenty haha.”



“Right right, well happy to help. Um, If you need me to pay you back for the work clothes I can try and work something out soon…”

“Ah want to keep em? Go ahead, I should have some extras coming in before long. You looked great in them.”

“That’s not, nevermind. Thank you, take good care of yourself and Foxy!” She waved goodbye to Charles and Wash of Oasis. The drive home and evening following were filled with restless tensions soon to be resolved in a private couples manner.



It had been a few days since the service and Jenny had anything unfortunate happen. Cooped up inside and taking some days off, she wandered out to get the mail when she saw her car had been unfortunately visited by some well fed birds. She sighed and checked her letters to see one from the community service office sent recently, opening it with worry.



“Dear Mrs. Jenny Hamilton

We would like to thank you for your contribution to servicing and clearing the charge given. You were given an overall great review by the manager and patrons that day.

However, we received further reports of you ‘publicly pleasuring and stripping’ yourself and are obliged to inform you of a new charge that must be resolved should you wish to avoid the repeated and increased fee. Please be sure to decide your next act of service soon.

Thank You,

Community Service Division”



She dropped the letter and released a groan of disbelief. Her search through the remaining mail for any good news ended with a final coupon to a familiar location. A sizable discount for a stop at the Wash of Oasis, employees current or former getting a golden detailing completely off.