Scott could only nod and grunt. Then he felt her kegels playing the scales on his dick. He threw his head back and moaned. If he could have thought in words, he would have thought again that he was a lucky man.
Jazz concentrated. She had to keep the mental image in order to do this. First at the base -- tightened her muscles. Then an inch or so higher up -- another squeeze. Scott hung on, teetering on the edge. Jasmine moved her way up the rungs. Finally she got to the ver-r-r-r-r-r-r-ry tippy-top-p-p-p-p-p ... she held it like a screaming soprano, squeezing as hard as she could-d-d-d-d-d....
Scott erupted like a geyser, shooting straight up inside his wife. His orgasm triggered hers and her body shook and jerked around. She clawed her husband's shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
Drew had his own moment, spattering his cum rather messily around the gatehouse. Dan excused himself and ducked into the men's room. Mitch stuck around for the closing credits.
Bob the worker bee ambled down the neighboring aisle. He thought he heard a faint sound. It sounded like, "oh... oh... oh..." He turned his head, trying to figure out which direction it was coming from. His co-workers were hollering at him to go away, but he couldn't hear them. On one side of the screen they could see Bob, looking around in puzzlement; on the other side, in the next aisle, Scott and Jasmine were hitting the high notes.
Bob's radio crackled. It was Mitch. "Bob, you idiot, goddamn it, don't move!"
Bob was exceedingly puzzled. "What?"
"Stay where you are or you're fired!"
"Well, you don't have to be nasty about it."
He stood still and waited patiently for a few minutes. Then he got back on the horn: "How long...?"
"Shut up!!"
Bob sighed. Good thing he was a Buddhist. He looked at the sky and began a meditation.
Jasmine and Scott heard the radio just a few yards away. Goose bumps jumped out on their arms. Involuntarily her hips jerked again. Scott felt his wife's contractions. He grabbed her and kissed her. She wanted to cling to him, but felt the prudent thing to do was exit the ride. She jumped off his lap and made frantic motions, mouthing, Put that away!
He grinned at her and tucked away the beast. Zipping his fly, he stood up and reached in his left-hand pocket. "These are for you," he offered her the handful of Kleenex. He realized he probably could have used one himself, but what the hell.
"You think of everything, don't you?" Jazz took the tissues and quickly swabbed at her gooey sex. The men stared, transfixed by the intimate gesture. She stuffed the naughty Kleenexes in her purse. She didn't seem to notice that one fell to the ground.
Bob's radio sounded again, "Okay, bay seven, customer needs assistance."
Bob shrugged and headed that way. When he saw the couple, he instantly knew everything. He tried not to smirk. He smiled at the lady and addressed the gentleman. "You folks ready to load up?"
"Yep, all done here." Scott gave him the clipboard. Bob checked it over and began to do his job.
Mitch threw his clipboard into the air and made a dash for the door. Dan was right on his heels. Drew had the presence of mind to lock up the gatehouse before heading to the scene.
The couple found themselves surrounded by eager workers. Mitch grabbed Scott's hand and shook it. "Thank you for your business!" he gabbled. His eye fell on the crumpled tissue that Jasmine had discarded. He knew its sticky secrets and his eyes bugged out. "Please come again!" he resumed. His cheeks flushed at what he said.
Scott remained cool. He let the other men slap him on the back. "Come back any time," they said. Sweetly they smiled at Jasmine, who smiled and blushed a little. She headed for her car. Drew raced ahead and opened the door for her. Dan kissed her hand. "You're welcome here any time, miss," he said.
Scott gave Drew a ride back to the gatehouse. He stopped the car and fished out his wallet. In the rearview mirror, he could see Jazz waiting right behind him. Drew was about to refuse the tip, but then he realized that along with the twenty was a portable USB drive. Their eyes met. The younger man simply nodded.
Quickly he stepped into the gatehouse and dragged and dropped the files. What the hell, the man deserved a copy. Drew leaned out the window and handed back the tiny thumb drive. He spoke so only Scott could hear.
"How'd you get her to do it?"
So much you don't know at nineteen ran through Scott's mind. He looked contented and happy as he told the truth.
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