The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17m: The Batting Order Ch. 13
Jenny.
We walked into the main room of the pavilion after placing the plants and coconut in my car.
The room was full of people taking sandwiches and cups of tea from the bar. It was like an oven in there. Hot bodies too close together. I couldn't see Lynda and Ian. Perhaps they had sneaked off as well.
"Paul? Mary asked, as we pushed through the crush. "What did you take Jenny away for? You knew we would be busy."
Paul spluttered. I had better get my defence in first.
"I shouldn't have gone, I know." I said sadly. "But Paul wanted to see the stalls."
"He'll never grow up."
"Can you pass those sandwiches along?" Paul asked.
"Don't you think you should wash your hands first." Mary said, catching sight of them. "They are covered in dirt."
I looked at them. I hoped he hadn't had them inside me like that.
Paul looked crestfallen for a second then looked to where Shirley was standing with her back to us washing cup, saucers and plates in the sink. I saw him contemplating washing them in there but he caught his mother's eye and pushed off in the direction of the changing room. I followed him.
"Need to go." I said to Mary.
I got there first from behind the bar and waited for him. He looked at me, then at the crowd he had had to push through.
"Come on." I said. "You guard while I wee."
He opened the door and looked inside. Satisfied it was empty he led the way inside and closed the door behind us. There were hooks for clothing on three of the walls and a large frosted glass window in the forth. In the far corner there was a door leading to the toilets and showers. We crossed the room quickly and he opened the door. There were two urinals, two toilet cubicles and two showers with plastic curtains, one of which was drawn. Paul had his prick out and was pointing it at the urinal. I stopped and watched as his stream of liquid splashed against the enamel.
Oh. I needed to go and entered the first cubical. It smelt clean in there. Paul's mother must have visited with the air freshener. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my panties down past my knees as I sat down.
I broke wind as my cheeks touched the seat. It was immediately followed by an emptying from both holes. Ah. I gasped out loud. That was better. I pulled off some paper and wiped my anus. Then some more paper for my fanny. I dabbed at it gingerly. It was a bit sore. I don't suppose I should be surprised at that. Paul had had me three times already today and Lynda had given me a long fingering on the way down. Another piece of paper for my anus and I was done. I'd half expected Paul to climb onto the seat in the next cubicle to try and watch me but he hadn't. Perhaps he was taking my refusals to heart and wasn't interested anymore. I hoped not.
The tap was running. He was washing his hands.
I stood up and flushed the toilet, pulling up my jeans and panties. Pulling up the zip and buttoning the top I stepped out. I walked to the sinks and washed my hands, drying them on the long towel.
"Alright." I said, rubbing my hands on the backside of my jeans. "Shall we go?"
"Okay." Paul said, opening the door.
He raised a finger to his lips and closed the door with a thud.
I looked at him. He pressed his finger tight against my lips.
"Do you think they've gone?" I could hear Lynda's voice from the shower cubicle.
"Sure." Came Ian's voice panted in reply. "Don't worry."
Lynda gave the little moan she gave whenever I touched her clit.
"Oh yes."
"Yes." Came Ian's reply. "Help me get it in. Turn around woman."
I imagined Lynda turning away from Ian and, bending from the waist, resting her head on her hands against the wall of the shower.
"Open your legs." Ian urged.
I glanced across at Paul. He was watching me. Gauging my reaction. I should drag him from there. It wasn't right to listen to my best friend being fucked. Despite its soreness I could feel my fanny begin to moisten as I listen to the grunts and groans from behind the shower curtain. I wanted to touch myself.
"Ah." Lynda stifled a cry of pleasure.
I had to rub my pubic mound to relieve the pressure building inside me. Paul was coming closer. His hand was on my waist. His other hand was fumbling with my zip, pulling it down. His hand was inside my panties searching for my clit. It was throbbing. It was sore. It was great.
It was my turn to gasp out loud as he flicked it from side to side. I could hear Ian panting and Lynda's sighs. They were both becoming more urgent. Paul's finger was moving faster.
I threw back my head as I came.
I could hear Ian and Lynda. From their sounds they were nearly there. Paul removed his hand and opened the door. We tiptoed into the dressing room as Lynda cried out in orgasm.
The door to the main room opened and Mary showed her head around the edge.
"Ah. You've finished have you?" She said, stepping into the room. "Take over from me please, Jenny. Will you stand guard, Paul? I need to go."
