“Spooky dark.” The moon was new, and clouds cloaked the stars. At three in the morning, even the occasional light from the nearby summer homes was sucked into the shadows. Jan sipped her heavily iced cranberry and vodka, sharing the porch swing with her fiancé.
“Spooky quiet,” Ellis said between swigs from his long-neck bottle. The background humming of the neighborhood air conditioners and the ocean waves gently lapping against the sand were the night’s only sounds. The bars had long since closed, and everyone, the tourists at the shore and the townies, had found their way home. Half of the people there owned their summer homes, and the other half, like Jan and Ellis and their friends, rented by the week.
Jan lifted her head from his shoulder. Her silky lips came close to brushing his, and she shushed him with her tart breath—shhh. Their lips touched, pressed, and kissed, and she sighed. Before she could rest, Ellis lifted her chin, and they kissed again, long and lovingly.
“I like how you taste when you’re drinking beer.”
“I like how you taste,” Ellis said into her neck and shoulder.
“Stop,” she said, shivering and giggling. “We’re in public.”
“Nobody can see us.” He slipped his hand under her tank top, and he kissed her again, fondling her breast and pinching her stiff nipple. She returned the kiss, and they necked with increasing passion.
“Elly—enough. We fooled around earlier.”
“So?”
They settled back again, silently enjoying each other’s company. The insignificant ocean breeze did little to cool them that hot August, very early morning. The beach had been crowded the day before and promised to be more so when it opened again. Neither of them was ready for bed, but Ellis asked Jan anyway.
“Not really. Let’s go for a walk.”
“Sure. Head for the beach?”
“Nuh-uh. I don’t want to work that hard in the sand. Let’s stick to the sidewalks.”
Ellis set aside his empty bottle. “Let’s go, then.”
“Like this? Tank tops and shorts?”
“Why not?”
“I’m not wearing underwear,” she whispered.
“It’s okay. Neither am I. Let’s just go.”
There were a lot of sidewalks in this beach hamlet—block after block of homes which were only a few intersections away from the main drag of touristy shops and attractions. They pointed out the houses they would buy if they won the lottery. As it was, it took them and two other couples to pool enough money to rent their house.
“Don’t let go of my hand,” Jan said. “I don’t want to have to play Marco Polo in the dark.”
Alone in the world, they strolled around the corner convenience store and past the too-convenient liquor store, and the first of many ice cream shoppes. They walked in respectful silence, even hushed tones seemed too loud, which made the clanging of metal on concrete all the more jarring when Ellis kicked something in their path.
“What was that?” Jan asked, nabbing Ellis’ arm.
“It’s a golf club. A putter, probably from the ‘Putter’s Haven’ here.” Ellis picked it up and hopped onto the surrounding short wall.
“Elly, what are you doing?”
“Putting it next to the shack. The gate’s probably locked.”
“What if you get caught?”
“What of it?” He tramped through the greenery and jogged to the shack. “Hey!”
“Shh!”
“I found a ball. Let’s play a round.” He took her by the hand, ignoring her protests all the way up to the first hole. “Look, nobody can see us. You can’t even see where the hole is.”
“If we get caught, I’m telling the police that you’re holding my family hostage.”
Ellis wrapped his arms around her from behind. “If you don’t want to play a round, want to play around?”
“Put your putter away. I’ll go first.”
“It’s a driver, not a putter.”
“Shhh!” She gave the ball a tap and struggled to see where it went. “This isn’t going to work.”
“Sure it is. Let’s make it interesting—strip mini golf.”
“No. Besides, we only have four pieces of clothing between us.”
“Naked mini golf, then.”
Jan giggled. “Right. You go first. Oh, my god, you’re serious.” Ellis ripped his tank over his head and tossed it in the air. “Don’t—you’ll never find it. Wait, are you getting hard?” She reached between his legs and teased the chubby tenting his shorts. “This is turning you on.”
“Think about it.” He flipped his flip-flops off and pulled his shorts down, exposing his bobbing, lifting cock. “It’s dark. Nobody can see us. But what if they could?”
Jan looked around but found it hard not to return to his erection. “I’d call the cops if I was them.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You’d watch,” Ellis said, caressing her hips. “You’d wonder what he’d do next.” He gripped the bottom of Jan’s tank, but she placed her hands on his before he could lift it. “What would he do? What would the beautiful, sexy woman with him do?”
Jan slowly raised her hands up and let him lift off her top. She swallowed hard and crossed her arms, hiding her breasts but not her smile. “You’re bad. Everybody says you’re bad for me.”
“Show them off,” he urged, guiding her hands behind her back. “You have a beautiful body.” She allowed herself to be left on display for only a moment before shyly spinning herself into his chest. “Babe, I can feel your heartbeat. Your nipples…” He sucked on one, then took her tit into his mouth. “You like this as much as I do.”
Jan let herself be trapped in the moment. “Undress me.”
“This is wild,” Ellis said, insistently stroking her between her legs. Her muted moans made his steely rod ache even more, and he was afraid he’d pop at the slightest touch. He didn’t—he didn’t know how he hadn’t—when she crushed and tugged his throbbing cock in her fist.
“I said, undress me.” Jan wanted to sound demanding, even annoyed, and her voice quivered with want. Ellis slipped his hands under her waistband and teased her backside and legs all the way to the ground. She almost let his roving fingers enter her but snatched his hand away and snapped her knees and ankles together.
“Don’t,” she said, firmly hanging on to both of his hands.
Ellis held her grip and softly touched his exposed manhood against her mound. “Why not?” He stepped back with two arms’ length of night between them. “All those people hiding behind their curtains looking at us—shouldn’t we?”
He didn’t wait for an answer and swung their arms over her head, spun her around, and humped her from behind. “What’s he doing now?” they’re asking. “Is he fucking her?”
Jan placed Ellis’ hand to cover her pussy and slipped his finger inside with hers. “No one is out there.”
“Lots of people. Dozens. Guys are pulling their peckers, girls are pretending not to look, afraid to look away.”
“No,” she panted. The percussive squishing of their entangled fingers dominated the still night. “It’s just you and me.”
“And them.”
Jan moaned at that. “Are they really there?”
“Yes. Close your eyes, Babe, they’re everywhere, watching us.” Ellis looked up and around, hoping they were, hoping that the second-story light that flashed on and off meant that someone was there.
He slid his cock from behind against her slippery pussy. “Yes, no, oh, yes,” Jan droned, bathing and smearing his cock with her slick arousal before pushing it inside. “Fuck me,” she sighed and writhed.
Standing as tall and proud as his cock, Ellis thrust hard into Jan, bent over with her hands on her knees. She pushed back, giving as good as she got, fucking lovers for all. Ellis pulled her hair to make her stand and trapped her arms between their sweaty bodies. “Let ‘em see all of you. God, you’re beautiful.”
Ellis’ cock popped out as they fought to regain their rhythm. Jan frustratedly popped it back in again and kept her hand over her pussy, humping her clit against it. She gasped at the sudden orgasm, helplessly unable to double over.
Jan spun into Ellis’ arms and impaled herself again. “Don’t stop.” He fucked her faster, catching the leg she threw up onto his hip. “A big one is buried. Fuck me.”
“Say it again,” Ellis huffed, cheek-to-cheek and so very close.
She growled it. “Fuck me!”
“Louder.”
“Dammit!” she shouted. “Fuck. Me! Oh, fuck!”
Ellis caught her when her legs gave out, grunting with every hot spurt until he emptied himself deep inside.
After they parted, panting, a distant, solitary voice echoed in the dark silence. “Woo! Nice one!”
“Oh my god!”
Ellis scooped up their clothing. “Run!”
“Wait,” Jan loudly whispered as if it mattered. “I need my clothes!”
“No time!”
Their feet slapped the sidewalk as they dashed naked through the dark and intermittent street lights. Ellis’ cum squeezed out of Jan’s pussy and his cock waved at the cottages with their every stride.
“Stop! Gimme my clothes!” she demanded, only a few steps behind.
“Come and get ‘em,” he said, turning the corner toward home.
“I mean it!” Jan laughed through her anger when Ellis sped up just as she reached out.
He dropped the bundle and they embraced when she joined him on the porch.
“That was so hot,” she said between kisses.
“You’re so hot.”
“Fuck me again.” Jan took his heavy cock into her mouth and twisted her hand around it. She ordered him onto the floor when it was hard enough and climbed on top. She slapped his hands away when he played with her breasts. “You like to watch me, don’t you?” She lifted her hair and let it cascade slowly down her back. “That’s why you like to fuck when I’m on top.”
Jan shushed his feeble objections and slammed down on his cock, over and over, until they had finished each other. They snuggled on the porch swing the way had before their walk in the night.
“We should go inside before we fall asleep out here,” Ellis said as he pulled her closer.
“Hm-hmm,” Jan said, right before she fell asleep.
~~~
Ellis opened his eyes first, mocked by the morning sun, and stretched his cramped arm. “Hey.” He kissed Jan’s head and gently shook her. “We need to get dressed before the others wake up.”
“Okay, Elly,” she said, struggling to wake up. “Where did you put our clothes?”
“Right there.”
“Where?”
“Shit.” Ellis looked over his shoulder through the big picture window. Their friends were drinking coffee in the house, and one of them caught him and smiled. “They took ‘em.”
“Who? Are you kidding?”
Their favorite people in the world pretended not to be looking out the window. They hadn’t even left them a sandy towel. Jan’s wide eyes lowered down into sparkling, mischievous slits when Ellis arose and put himself on display. She took his hand then and stood by her man. “Try not to show how much you’re enjoying this, Elly.”
Step, together, step, together, they strolled past their hooting and applauding audience into their bedroom.
“Show’s over,” Jan said and clicked the door shut.
And clicked the door open.
