The anticipation for Saturday night was just about too much for Michael. He was worthless all day on Saturday. He had work to do at home, but he had to go off by himself twice to jerk off just so he could get something done. He went into town and ran into Brad and Kevin. They said there was going to be a big bonfire at Paul's, so everyone had to pitch in something to eat. Michael asked what happened to the poker game. Brad answered that Jake had said something about Paul being gone for the next two weeks, so they decided to have a small party. Turns out that Paul was in the guards and the next two weeks he had to do his service. Michael felt a small panic inside of him. He hoped he would be able to see the couple again tonight.
Lynn was cleaning up the yard while Paul mowed and gathered bonfire material. She noticed how nasty the windows looked, so she decided to clean them. As she went around to the side of the house, she noticed something dried on the screen to Paul's bedroom. She started to wipe it down and, realizing what it was, smiled and chuckled to herself. She saw something on the ground and bent down to pick it up. It was a handkerchief. She studied it. It was blue and white with a horseshoe pattern on it. Then she noticed a boot print in the mud right under the window. That's weird, she thought. The print was definitely made by someone bigger than her, but it certainly wasn't as big as Paul's would have been. She shrugged her shoulders, put the handkerchief in her pocket and looked the boot print over again. She had told Paul she'd help him work on his semi, and they needed to get it finished before the party started, so soon the mystery was forgotten.
It was nearly 7:00 when Michael got to Paul's. Jake and Brad were right in front of him. Kevin and Shelly were behind Michael. Lynn had been helping Paul and they had lost track of time. They put the hood down on the semi and came around to greet their guests. Michael stared at Lynn before he got out of his car. Blue jeans, boots and a white t-shirt, wearing a ponytail, and she had a streak of grease on her cheek. She took his breath away. He heard her apologize to Jake and told Paul she was going to run in and shower. Paul and the others grabbed chairs to sit around the fire and sat a table up for food. Michael had walked into the house to get the paper plates, and he heard Lynn open the door of the bedroom. He also saw Paul heading toward the house. Michael opened up the kitchen closet which was plenty big enough for him to slide into, so he did.
Lynn walked into the kitchen wearing a short robe. Paul walked into the house and startled her a bit. He saw her, closed the door and locked it. Lynn giggled and asked him what he was doing. Paul grabbed her and told her he didn't know when they'd be alone next and two weeks was an awfully long time. He grabbed her and kissed her hard, working the knot of her robe loose.
"Paul," she whispered. "Not here."
"Yes, here," he demanded. "The door is locked. It's my house. If we want it in the kitchen, we'll have it in the kitchen." He picked her up and sat her on the table. Her robe fell open, and Michael had a front row seat. He was instantly hard and starting rubbing himself.
Paul undid his belt and pushed his jeans down to his knees. Again, Michael stared at Paul's cock through the slats of the closet door. It was even bigger in the light, he gulped. It was more impressive than he had originally thought. God, it looked good. Looked good? Why would he think that, he wondered. He was actually disappointed that Lynn didn't start sucking it. But, no. Paul wanted to get right to her pussy. Michael couldn't blame him for that either. He rubbed harder on his jeans, knowing that undoing his belt would be too noisy.
Paul leaned in and kissed her while his cock entered her. She gasped quietly when Michael saw the head disappear. Paul pulled her close and began thrusting; each thrust going further and further into that sweet pussy. Paul held her ass in place. She sat straight up and took as much of his cock as possible. Soon she was clutching his shoulders and biting her lip. He asked if she was going to cum and she nodded with her eyes closed. Paul's cock was covered with her wetness, and the suction sound was almost more than Michael could bear. He grabbed at his balls and rubbed his dick as hard as possible.
Lynn started gasping and saying Paul's name. Paul encouraged her telling her to cum, telling her he loved her, while his cock worked like a piston in and out of her pretty little hole. Harder and harder, faster and faster, Paul was building what Michael hoped would be a load to deliver inside her. Paul picked her up off the table and she landed on her knees on the floor. He grabbed his monster shaft and put it between her tits. Holy shit, he's titty fucking her, thought Michael! Fuck, he needed to cum so bad. Paul pumped four times and let out a low gurgle and a grunt and started spraying her face and neck with a white, creamy load. Lynn laughed lightly and let his cum land wherever he wanted. Paul jacked his cock a couple of times to make sure he expelled every drop, and then gave a satisfying sigh. Michael didn't stop stroking, and soon he knew and he didn't care that he was cumming right there in Paul's kitchen closet—in his pants.
Paul and Lynn ran back to the bedroom to clean up before anyone tried to come into the house. Michael was able to find some paper towel in the closet and cleaned up his own sticky, gooey mess. He stayed in the closet for what seemed like forever. He sat on a bucket and took off his jacket and his hat because if was getting stuffy in there. Finally, the couple came out, unlocked the back door and went outside. Michael turned the bucket over, grabbed his jacket and made a break for the bathroom, forgetting to grab his hat.
There was quite a crowd for the bonfire. Everyone sat around the fire laughing and telling stories. One guy was playing the guitar while others sang along with his music. Michael usually liked to be away from things, but the only place left to sit was right next to Paul and Lynn. When he sat down, Lynn excused herself to get more paper towels out of the house. She opened the closet in the kitchen. There was a hat on the floor. She picked it up and decided she had never seen it before. She shrugged and sat it on the counter. She decided to take the big trash can outside for everyone's use. She looked in it and found a bunch of wadded up paper towels. What the heck, she thought. I just emptied it before everyone got here. She pushed the paper towels down in the bag and her hand touched something cold and sticky. Oh yuck! But she didn't see anything on the paper towels. She smelled her hand. Oh my god...that couldn't be what she thought it was. She washed her hands, grabbed the trash can and the hat and went back out. She put the trash can down and sat the hat on the table.
When she sat back down, she acknowledged him by introducing herself.
"Hi!" she said. "I'm Lynn. And you're Michael, right?"
