In the back room of the concrete building, more coffee spilled and more cameras panned. Mitch let out a yelp that brought his partner running.
"What's wrong?"
Mitch pointed and said, "Watch this!" Quickly he took over a spare monitor and tapped out commands. The digital recording rolled back. Jasmine's skirt flew up and her bare bottom waved hello to her husband, and to them, too. Dan just about fell out of his chair. "Holy shit! Where are they now?"
Eagerly they trained every cam they had on finding and tracking the adventurous pair. Thieves could have broken in and robbed the place blind and nobody would have noticed. Breathlessly they hoped the show would go on.
* * *
Scott had cornered his wife and was kissing her. His hands pinned her shoulders to a wall of brick. His tongue slid into her mouth and she drank him, swallowing. He slipped one knee between her legs and lifted it, higher, until he could feel her damp heat through the twill of his jeans. He let go one shoulder and slid his hand onto her chest. Three men hung on every move. One unzipped his pants.
Jasmine broke away from his kiss. "That's enough," she announced. There was a twinkle in her eye.
"I don't think so," Scott worked to regain his position.
She turned her face away and lifted her eyebrows. "No pussy for you until I get a patio."
"Oh!" he said in mock outrage. "I had to marry a demanding woman!"
Smiling teasingly, she pushed at his chest. He could have held her easily, of course, but delighted in the game.
She took him by the hand and kept their bodies apart. "What's next on the list?" She made him work the chores and hoped he didn't accidentally buy a ton of lime. Occasionally she brushed against him, teasing and cruel.
Then they headed toward the last item -- the sand. It was in a different aisle. Little did she know, the hopeful staff still followed their every move, hoping for another glimpse.
Halfway there, Scott feigned interest in a stack of 2x4s. He gestured at them. "Look here, Jazz. Don't you think these would make a nice deck?"
She stood in front of him and looked up, admiring the wood. The security camera admired her face. As before, her husband wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her in. Then he slipped his right hand into her skirt pocket. His hand kept going. "OH!" she gasped. She felt her nipples jerk to life.
"Beautiful material," Scott said in her neck. "Gorgeous." He played with her curls and rubbed his middle finger on her clit. Jasmine squirmed. She had been dying for this for days. She was in no mood to resist.
Scott slid his fingers around in his wife's wet cunny. Lovingly he adored the tender folds and ridges of her flesh. He probed and explored. His erection pressed at her backside. He had been hungry, too. He meant to be sated very soon. He rather felt he would.
Mitch and Dan were pointing and yelling at the screen. "Holy shit! Look at that!" It was pretty clear what was happening. The man's arm was in his wife's skirt pocket up to the elbow. Her face was contorted in ecstasy. They could see the motion under the front of her skirt. "Go for it, man!" they cheered on their brother. "Get her!!"
Drew was fingering his cock, watching the show. He kept his hand action slow. He didn't want to cum until they did. He fervently hoped he would see the finale. He planned to download the whole movie. What a blog this would make!
To his annoyance, a customer pulled up at the gate. Drew grabbed a state map for an apron. He wasn't quite fast enough. The customer looked disgusted. Drew rushed the fellow through, not caring, just wanting to get back to the entertainment. "You may get a treat, buddy," he thought. He waved the car through.
Jasmine felt naughty, thinking that any minute someone else might be shopping for sand. She swiveled her hips, trying to draw his fingers deeper in. The possibility of getting caught aroused her. She whined for more. "Don't stop," she whispered. Scott knew his plan was working. This was what he had hoped would happen. Now he was just a few steps from taking the hill.
"Jazz-z-z-z-z-z-..." he breathed in her ear. He knew she loved that, knew his hot wet breath in her ear made her sparkle. "Darling, please show me your tits," he murmured.
"Oh... I don't know..."
"Please," he pleaded.
She twisted her frame to meet his eyes. He was looking at her so intently, with so much heat. A muscle moved in her cheek. She felt a warmth all through her body.
Scott's back tensed and his hardness got harder. She was going to do it.
Slowly Jasmine slipped a hand into her décolletage. Equally slowly she scooped out one beautiful breast. Far from her senses, men shouted at the view. She looked in her lover's eyes with a blazing passion. Softly she asked, "Is this what you wanted?"
Her husband nodded, drinking in the sight. He nearly lost it right then and there. Words fell from his lips: "...suck it for me...please..."
Jasmine closed her eyes and lifted the tit to her mouth. She rolled her tongue in broad strokes around the aureole, then suckled deeply. He could see her cheeks pull in with the suction. She took her lips away and bared her teeth. Making sure he could see, she bit the tender pink nub.
Mitch creamed his jeans with a crying moan. Drew almost fainted. Dan, being a bit older, managed to hang on for the ride.
Suddenly the couple heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel. They froze. Jazz felt the cool, light breeze on her newly-wet skin. She looked in her husband's eyes as the footsteps came closer. The spell broke. Hastily Jasmine tucked her boob back into its cup. She let out a sudden breath. "Oh," she said. Color flooded her already rosy cheeks.
"Sand."
"Sand," she agreed. "There it is over there." His gaze followed the direction of her pointing finger. Suddenly he knew there was a God. For there beside the piles of bags of sand was a display of a patio furniture.
Scott managed to walk forward with his pants all tented up. Rapidly he scanned the bar code on the nearest bag and entered the quantity. He jotted the corresponding note in scrawl that would have pissed off a doctor. Mostly he just dragged the end of the pen across the page.
Then he approached that happiest of objects, the chaise. He settled back in it and made himself comfortable. Somehow he managed to string together a sentence to his wife, wouldn't she like some nice new furniture to go on that patio?
Jasmine eyed the bulge in his pants. "Yes...I think it would be shame not to."
Scott patted his thigh. "Come here, little girl. Sit on Santa's lap."
Smiling, taking her time to tease him some more, his lover sauntered over. She stood by his side. She indicated his flagstaff with her chin and said quietly, "You gonna keep that thing locked up all day?"
Scott unzipped his pants. He'd gone commando in hopes of this very moment. He gripped his wood and waved it at her. "SHIT!" yelled the men behind the cams. "Here it comes!!"
Jazz flipped her skirt around. Slowly, carefully, she sat sideways and mounted her husband. He leaned his head back and groaned an expletive. She felt his power rising up through the core of her being. She shuddered and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Hang on," she told him. She stretched out her legs full length and crossed her ankles. Then she squeezed her thighs tightly together, provoking another moan from her man. "Thought you'd like that," she said with satisfaction.
He lifted his hips, swelling her body upward, as if she were riding the crest of a wave. Then he bounced her up and down. Jasmine shuddered and squeaked. She felt her butt slapping on her husband's thigh. Her juices pooled at the base of his shaft.
Bouncey, bouncey, bouncey. Scott grinned at the sight of her jiggling boobs. He reached out and gave them a happy squeeze. Finally he slowed to a rest.
"My turn," she purred. "Are you ready for the final insult?"
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