As Jimmy sat in the coffee shop he decided that the next time that he and Katie were together, he would finally be satisfied. Totally satisfied. He remembered how close he had come to fucking her. They were on the back porch of the apartment building. He had pushed his pants below his ass, his penis was out. He cool feel the cool air over his balls.
As he remembered this, his right hand went below the booth's table and began to stroke his penis. He didn't care if anyone saw this. Slowly. Firmly. Cupping it in his hand, his thumb on the knob and his fingers on his balls. He began to clinch and unclench his hand. He looked to see if the waitress had seen him. She hadn't. He continued. His penis responded by becoming more and more erect. He remembered that her blouse was open and her skirt was pulled up. She was on her back, legs open, her pussy throbbing and welcome for him. He breasts swelled with each passing second. Jimmy's penis throbbed at the thought. He could feel her beneath him. She guided him in...
He leaned back in the booth and unzipped his jeans. He looked again for the waitress. She was not visible. He had to touch himself. He had to free his pulsing erect penis. He reached into his pants and pulled it out. He didn't stop. He pulled on the knob. God he liked this. His precum formed on the tip. He didn't hear the waitress approaching.
And then noise that startled her and stopped him. They had quickly rearranged their clothes, walked down the apartment corridor and felt the smirk of the old man as he stared at Katie's clothes, still in disarray and sniffed the ardor of the lovers. They had not continued the game. Katie was spooked. She was no longer in the mood. "That was not fun, Jimmy," she told him. "We could never see each other if my parents found out what we were doing."
"Is there anything more I can do for you?" she asked with a smile on her slightly flushed face. Startled, he pushed his penis back into his pants but did not zip them. He wondered how long she had watched him.
He really wanted to pull out his penis and say, "You can help me cum." But he was unsure of himself and couldn't do this. He simply said, "A little more coffee, please." And she poured from the coffee pot that she was carrying. Jimmy wondered how much she had seen. As she walked away he stared at her orange cotton uniform dress that seemed to cling to her ass cheeks. "Gawd, I would like a piece of that he thought. He zipped himself in, his dick tenting his jeans.
He remembered that he walked Katie home, kissed her gently, grabbed her full ass cheeks, and said goodbye.
Jimmy paid his check with a generous tip and walked to Katie's house. He was planning their next encounter. A trip to the cemetery woods today, he thought.
They often had played in the woods of a nearby cemetery. The cemetery had acres of undeveloped land surrounding it and it was a beautiful, quiet, reserve. No graves were visible from the woods. Trees were everywhere. It was undeveloped, undisturbed and absolutely gorgeous.
Katie had joined Jimmy there before. A stream cut through the cemetery winding its way to the lake several miles distant. Along the stream bed there was a thick grove of bushes which curled over the top and provided natural cover. One could enter this bush cave from two different points. Once inside the sun filtered through the top leaves, the sounds of the world outside could still be heard, but who was inside was nearly invisible.
Jimmy knew this because, when he was younger, he had played numerous games of hide and seek with his buddies and this cave provided him with many a victory. Now he intended for it to provide him natural cover for a sexual escapade.
