It was one of those quiet moments. Both of us were lost in thought as the hypnotic thrum of the tyres lulled us into an introspective world. We were now comfortable enough with each other that silences weren’t unnerving but actually comforting. Things had progressed surprisingly slowly considering our tumultuous beginning.
Once the dust had settled, we came to the understanding that we did have genuine feelings for each other beyond lust, although the lust was, and still is, incredibly strong. I was spending so much time at Sarah and Neil’s place that it became silly to be paying rent on my unused flat. So, with a little trepidation, we made it official and I moved in.
The relationship between Neil and I had surprisingly really grown and I consider him to be a good friend now and not just my brother. It surprised me how little I knew about him previously. Our parents probably had the toughest time of it. They’ve had a lot to deal with in all of this and the day it all came out was difficult for everyone.
The relationship Sarah and I have is confusing for them and dealing with Neil coming out at the same time was a lot for them to process. They are still talking to us all, which is more than I expected, to be honest.
Needless to say, things had calmed down with our sex life as well as the partying: more through exhaustion and a need to return to our normal working lives than anything else. The seasons had turned and it was now Autumn, so that’s cooler nights and less time spent in the spa. I’m sure the neighbour over the back was sorely disappointed but we never heard or saw much of him.
Our other neighbour though, Mrs Murphy, had taken quite a shine to me. I tried to convince myself that it had nothing to do with the little show I inadvertently put on for her and that it’s all about my nice personality. But every time she needs something done at her place ,it’s me she seeks out. She always stammers and blushes when she asks for help and she loves to watch me as I work on whatever she needs doing.
I’m a little embarrassed that she clearly was aroused by what Sarah and I were doing but, at the same time, knowing I turned someone on by my exhibitionism is quite a kick and a definite boost to the ego.
In fact that is very much why we were in the car. You see, although it’s not a tiny town we live in, it is very much a country area and, as such, there are certain things that just aren’t available around here that are in the cities. We had decided to take a weekend away to play before it got too cold. What better opportunity to explore our exhibitionist sides than this? We had a few things in mind but we mostly wanted to play it by ear and see what happened.
It was one of those typical autumn days. Cool in the morning with lots of dew on the grass and the sun shining through it like a million million crystals. Not a cloud in the sky and barely a hint of a breeze. It was obviously going to be a beautiful day but first thing in the morning it was quite cool. Sarah was dressed accordingly in a button up shirt and a short skirt but she also wore a cardigan. I had the heater on in the car but only high enough to take off the chill.
It was fairly early so there wasn’t a lot of traffic, mainly transport trucks and the occasional tourist bus. After about half hour of driving Sarah suggested we get some coffee and breakfast. Up ahead was one of those servos that had a McDonald’s and a KFC.
I parked the car and followed Sarah in. I followed because let’s face it, Sarah has the most amazing ass and legs and I’m a chronic pervert that would never pass up an opportunity like that. So I drooled as Sarah casually strolled in and pretended not to notice what I was doing. We ordered our breakfast and coffee from the very enthusiastic teenage boy at the counter and went and sat in a booth to wait.
“He was pretty keen to serve you,” I said with a smile. Sarah, who had that knowing smile she gets when she has a ‘puppet on a string’ chuckled.
“Perhaps I should make his day.”
I just love it when she does that. That cheeky look that all but screams she’s up to no good.
She stood and strolled back to the counter. She said something to him, then moved on over to the toilets. She wasn’t in there all that long but, when she emerged, the changes were instantly recognisable to me. Her cardigan was unbuttoned as were the top two buttons of her shirt. I could tell by the delicious movement of her breasts that she had also removed her bra. I was willing to bet that her panties were alongside her bra in her handbag.
She strutted back to me and sat down. I was hard as a nail and unless the guy serving was gay or a corpse he would have been the same. She glanced back towards the young guy at the counter. She saw him looking at her and swivelled her leg out of the booth. As she did, her skirt rode up her thigh revealing her delicious pussy to him.
His jaw nearly hit the floor. I think it was his rapidly rising cock that bounced it back up and closed again. He was blushing madly and trying not to be too obvious but failing terribly. Sarah wasn’t content with just teasing the poor bugger, though. She waved to him and beckoned him over. I was trying not to laugh as he adjusted what had to have been a very uncomfortable hard-on. He took a deep breath and walked over to us.
At a glance, anyone in the building would have been able to see how turned on he was. As he approached Sarah turned to meet him, spreading her legs even further. If I could see from this angle and if Sarah was as wet as I suspected, then I believe her lips would have been parted; allowing him to see deep into her pussy.
He cleared his throat twice before anything would come out.
“Can I help you, Ma’am?”
“You sure can… big boy.”
The last she said as she looked directly at his crotch.
“My coffee seems to have gone cold. Any chance you could be a sweetie and heat it up for me?”
“Certainly, Ma’am.”
The poor guy was trying so hard to keep eye contact with Sarah but he desperately wanted a closer look at her pussy. After an extended awkward silence he turned and scurried back to the counter.
“You’re so bad. I love it.”
“He loves it too. So do I. I’m so fucking wet right now.”
“Fuck, I want you.”
Sarah just smiled at me. Oh how her smile melts me every time.
I’m not sure what store policy is on cold coffee replacement but he made her a new one from scratch rather than reheating it. He carefully carried it and handed it to Sarah with shaking hands. She took it from him and her finger lingered on his hand. She took a sip and a dribble escaped her lips.
“Oops. I’m dribbling.”
Instead of taking the paper napkin he had hurried to grab, she pulled her panties out of her handbag and wiped her chin. She then wiped her pussy with them, saying, “I’m just dribbling everywhere at the moment.”
She then handed her moist panties to him. At first he wasn’t sure how to handle this but he got over it and stuffed them into his pocket. He staggered back to his counter with a glazed look on his face. I was desperately trying not to laugh but I had to feel a little sorry for him at the same time. He was going to be mighty uncomfortable until he could take matters into his own hands, so to speak.
We finished our coffee and headed back to the car. Sarah just had to give the guy one final show. She stood up turned around and under the guise of rummaging through her handbag, she bent over and presented her perfect ass and wet pussy to him. Although I was facing away from him I still heard him groan. Sarah smiled her sultry smile and waved to him as we walked out the door.
“Well. You seem to be having a good time.”
“Honey it’s not even seven in the morning yet but already I have cum running down my thighs. This is going to be a good weekend.”
“Yes, it is babe. Yes it is.”
