Of course, Robin was into gardening, and that's what brought us together...but she was into floral arranging, using dried flowers. She was good at it, so she sold arrangements at a couple different craft shows around the area.
That's where Darin and I (and her son Chris) came into the picture, because she needed help hauling things and setting up her booth. The Craft Show was being held at the grade school where both her kids attended.
When she first asked us, we both rolled our eyes, but Darin was quick to use an upcoming test as an excuse. At which point, I looked at him with some doubt and called him a "Weasel."
He grinned, happily announcing, "It's a very important test...20% of the grade."
I responded, grinning, "Fine...but I think I'd rather take the test."
Then it got a little muddier when she informed me that Brad, her ex-husband, would be there with his coffee truck. I got along with him okay, but being the new guy, there was always a little bit of tension between us.
He and his wife had a coffee truck as a side business, and of course, that was the first thing I noticed when we drove in. The truck was parked right by the door.
Nearly finished with the booth, we got Chris set up with a cash box and headed out for the last load. We went past the coffee truck, but Brad wasn't there. Robin and the new wife exchanged pleasantries, and she informed us that he was on his way with pastries they planned to sell.
I said, "That sounds good, we'll be back after we get everything setup and running."
We went out to grab the last couple boxes, when I grinned, "You look hot in that skirt...and sweatshirt."
She smiled, "And you look hot in those jeans...but you always do." She sat her box down, "I want you to know, how happy I am with you...and not somebody else."
Of course, I knew who she was referring to, and she rambled on, "Every time I see Gina, I feel sorry for her, but she made that choice, and they seem okay...I don't know?"
"But I do know you deserve a little kiss, for being so sweet and helping me out today...but you're gonna have to sit that box down."
I sat the box on the pavement, and we melted into a steamy, passionate kiss. I put my hands on her waist, and pressed my lips into hers, pushing her back against the Jeep.
Then she moaned into my lips and started to loosen my belt. When we came up for air, she had a sexy grin, "I know we didn't have time this morning, but maybe just a quickie, in the jeep?" With her pawing my crotch and her tongue dancing over my tongue, she had my brain scrambled...and we were about to screw in the parking lot, at a fucking Craft Show. We were at the very back of the lot, with little risk of being caught, but it was still crazy shit...right?
I could barely think, but managed to speak, "There, let's go behind that...that bus garage. It'll be more private."
Looking around, I didn't see anyone, but we took off, leaving our boxes behind Jeep.
The minute we got behind the garage, she got my pants down and dropped to her knees. I moaned, "Fuckkkk...Robin...ahhhh Robin...yeah...yeah...keep that up."
She wildly licked all over the shaft, driving it into her throat, as I moaned, "Oh yeah...fuckkkkkk...yeah...yeah...mmmm...fucccckkkkkk!"
Her pillowy lips bobbed up and down the shaft, each time reaching for the base. When I took over, pumping my pubes into her face, I grunted, "Yeah...yeah...take it all...yeah...yeah, just...just like that.
After face-fucking I leaned her over a bench, surrounded by cigarette butts...a little disgusting but it didn't matter, we were both getting what we both needed.
Eagerly flipping her skirt up, and pushing her panties aside, I started pumping my cock inside. Rock-hard and covered with spit, it slipped effortlessly into her arousal, and welcomed with pleasured moans, "Ohhhh...god yeah...oh yeah...Robbbbbb!"
I pumped sensuously slow, savoring every inch of her tight-gripping pussy. Quickly glancing left and right to see if we were alone, the fear of getting caught completely evaporated as I watched my cock go balls deep, and I felt that hot little ass pressing against me.
She gasped as I pumped into her, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...fuck Rob!"
Grinding my cock as deep as she could as she rocked back to meet me, she couldn't hold back her pleasured moans.
I groaned, "Ohhhh yeah...Robin...yeah...yeah...fuck me back...drive that cock deep...yeah...yeah...yeah, fuck yourself on it...fucccckkkkk yourself!"
That went on for a quick minute before she started rubbing herself, and begging, "Mmmm...Rob...Rob, fuck me...oh god...fuck me...fuck meeeee!"
She stood with her legs spread wide, giving me room, and I started slamming her wet pussy, grunting with manly need, as she begged, "Yeah...yeah...yeah...finish me off...fuck meeeee!"
She was rubbing furiously, as her body lurched forward with my thrusts, "Oh Rob...yessss...yesssss...yessss...ohhhh...fuuuucccckkkkk...fuuuuucccckkkk...mmmmeeeeeeee!"
"Fuccckkkkk...mmmmmeeeeeee!"
Hungering for pleasure, she moaned louder, Oh goddddd...keeeep fuckin meeeee...yesssssss...yesssssssss!"
Feeling her flex around my dick, had me throbbing closer and closer. She was still shuddering in the aftermath, but I was yearning for release and thrusting harder.
I propped her leg up on the bench, spreading her even wider, while she was gripping the bench and hanging on.
I could feel it building, and my body shuddered, ready to finish...I slammed forward, grinding as deep as I could, and feeling each aching release painting her steamy insides.
Gripping her thighs tight, I rode out the ecstasy and filled her pussy. When it subsided, I could feel the fertile warmth enveloping my rock-hard shaft, still throbbing in her core.
I remember her moaning, "Mmmm...thank you sweetie...that's so hot...so perfect!"
