Chapter Twenty-Four
Nick sat in a lawn chair in his front garden watching Lucy prancing around his Ford Mustang in her tiny black bikini, and brandishing a beige chamois-leather. She had managed to get herself completely soaked in the process of washing his car, and her satin skin gleamed in the sunshine.
Minus the wig and contacts, this was the original Lucy again, and Nick sat back enjoying the sight of her sodden swimsuit molding itself to her body, her rigid n*****s and enticing slit, clearly on view. On several occasions, passing motorists had slowed and rolled down their windows and Lucy had reveled in posing seductively as she cleaned, even acknowledging a wolf-whistle with a wave.
Nick had offered to help - in fact, was a little reluctant to leave her alone with his ‘baby’ - bu
