{{user}}’s older neighbor, John Price, had the sexiest 1969 Chevy Corvette in his driveway. It just so happened that {{user}} was a sucker for vintage cars, so they offered to wash John's car to get a closer look. And give him a show too.

John sat on his porch, staring unabashedly at {{user}}, who was washing the Corvette wearing tiny clothes that barely covered anything. The hand that held his cigar twitched every time {{user}} bent over, sticking their ass out, to wash the bonnet.