WEST COAST 18+

12.

W E S T C O A S T

It was a warm day in LA, hot and sticky even as the night came along.

Enrique was driving around with the roof off his Impala, enjoying the light breeze that LA had to offer. He was focused on the road, but his mind floated to Daniela. She was all up in his mind. Daniela clouded his thoughts, and as of right now, he'd kill to have her cloud his space.

She was different. A different type of pretty. A different type of woman. Top tier. There was this flirty vibe between them all the time, and it induced him passionately. He wanted his hands on her, listening to her soft whimpers and feeling the way her lips moved against his. She was just... Daniela took his mind to far places. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Driving through the block of his mom's house and getting closer to where Daniela stayed, Enrique did a double take. First was the smoothness of her legs that made him realize it was her, but he recognized that sweetheart tattoo on the back of her leg from anywhere, Daniela leaning over the trunk of the car and wiping the window clean with a cloth in her hand.

"Holy shit," Enrique muttered, braking before he could hit the car in front of him. Her skin was glistening in body oil and shimmer, the exposure of her skin making any man drool. Her shorts were so short that her ass cheeks were exposed, and he could tell because he leaned over to get a better look while cruising in his Impala.

He damn near broke his neck just to look at her. She wasn't aware of him and the accident she almost caused, busy getting this car to shine. She needed it to go to this pool party an hour out with her DJ equipment, and she made a deal with her aunt: clean the bird crap off, and the car was hers for the night.

Daniela took it, figuring she could clean up a few more stains along the way.

Hearing this whistling, Daniela lifted her gaze. It wasn't the first of the night, but Enrique had a whistle that sounded sharp.

"Ay mami," Enrique called out, exiting his car and making his way to her.

He got her attention quickly, Daniela lifting up and locking eyes with him. "You talking to me?"

He pulls the toothpick from his mouth, gaze filled with lust as it skimmed her frame. She got finer every day. "Yeah I'm talking to you." Daniela smiled, happy to see him. "This ya ride?"

She answers, "My aunts. She's letting me borrow it tonight in exchange for a wash." He didn't even recognize it; that's how fucked up she had him.

With a cheeky smile, Enrique says, "Come wash me like that."

Daniela brightens with her response, "before or after I paralyze you?"

"Depends on how you plan on paralyzing me." And just off that grin, she knew he was thinking of her crushing him.

Daniela felt herself becoming shy once fully acknowledging he was here, deciding to grab the sponge off the car and finish the last window. She walked towards him, the tightness of her bikini top bringing more emphasis in each bounce as her boobs spilled out of her shirt. As she rounded the front of the car, Enrique's eyes shot down, stars in his eyes as each cheek jumped up and down in her jean shorts. She was moisturized like a glazed donut, Enrique needing to take a bite of that.

His eyes followed her, Daniela crouching down to get more soap and water out of the bucket. She knew what she was doing by slowly standing back up. Teasing him and earning that energy of his, sensing his need for her. It lit a fire under her ass. She craved it, craved him ogling her.

"You're just gonna watch me? At least make it discreet," she suggests, smearing the soap suds over the front window.

Enrique asks, "then how else would you be annoyed with me?" Daniela flicked water off her fingertips at him, Enrique not fazed. "It was very hot anyway."