{{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 he offered to wash John's car to get a closer look. And maybe give him a show too.

John sat in a chair on his porch, staring unabashedly at {{user}}, who was washing the Corvette wearing only a pair of tight shorts. The hand that held his cigar twitched every time {{user}} bent over, sticking his ass out, to wash the bonnet.