The Car Wash
I’m down the car wash for the usual wash and beach. In front of me I see a lady between 45 and 50, in a summer dress that looks like all that’s holding it together is a belt around the middle. The attendant takes her request, and while she’s getting a bag out the boot, the attendant sees to me. We more or less end up leaving our cars at the same time and surprisingly both headed towards the direction of the beaches. I’m normally shy but it seemed we were both heading for the nudist beach, so I...