He lifted his head, his face covered in her juices and gave a little laugh. "Gawd, that was fantastic, Diane, I could do that all night." He pushed his elbows into the seat, lifting himself further off of her. The wet air swept across her sweat covered belly and breasts, adding to her arousal. She was almost tempted to take him up on it, but it was getting late and she already had to figure out a story for her mom.
Shifting her hands up, she pushed his legs apart, giving his knees more space to rest on the seat back, hopefully hinting she needed him off of her. He got it, bending up, reluctantly pulling his limp member from her mouth, (she didn't let it go without a small tug), and he backed off of the seat, falling onto the seat behind her.
He admired the view, her face flushed, her body drenched in sweat. Her breasts were gorgeous, pink now from their exertions. His eyes traveled down to her crotch, her blonde bush dark with sweat and her cum, her legs splayed open. The car was filled with an animal musk, their sweat, his cum drifting up from her face, her cum permeating everything, the humid night air. He bent over and kissed her, upside down, wanting her to taste what he was tasting.
She had never tasted herself before. She didn't want to with Harrison, but she was basking in the afterglow and felt different tonight with Johnno. As his face came down, she opened her lips to him, so that he could taste himself. Swirling their tongues together, she pushed residue of his semen into his mouth, while feeling his wet face smearing her juices on her cheeks. His kiss was gentle and baiting, his tongue darting softly between her lips, wrestling with hers and then receding. It felt like he was stroking her between her legs even as he played with the roof of her mouth. She moaned into him, but she knew she had to cut it short.
"Johnno," she said firmly, pulling away, "I've got to get back home. Mom'll be really wondering what it was that you had to show me." He sat back, smiling, thinking about how much fun the past 30 minutes had been. He had to do it again, soon.
She pulled the seat back up, feeling the sweat drip down from between her breasts into her navel. She bent over and pulled on her clothes; staring at the images of her and Harrison in the forest and the beach. As she put her hair together the best she could and tried to wipe her face clean with her shirt, she was busy fabricating a likely story for her mom. She looked up when Johhno left the car, giggling at the sight of his penis waving in the headlamps and then watched distractedly as he put his boxers and jeans back on.
"I've got to have a shower when I get back," she mentioned, tying her tennies.
"Not, me," he countered, "I want to sleep with your smell on me all night long. I'll probably be hard again before I get home."
"Will you jack off?" She asked with a giggle.
"Probably. I'll probably just think about your wet velvety pussy, smell you, and I'll cream in my shorts."
"Oh, please. That sounds really gross." She collected the photographs and slid them back into the envelopes. "What should I do with these?"
"They're yours." He turned the A/C back on and pulled on his seat belt.
"Hmmm...I wonder what my Mom would say"
"Whaat?" He snapped around to see her smiling.
"Gotcha. Seriously, what am I going to tell her?"
He reached between the seats and handed her a bunch of manila envelopes. "There's more. You guys really went at it. I figure at least once a day for 3 months. How'd you find the time, and what stories did you make up then?"
She took the envelopes and blushed again, realizing that he'd been studying her, had seen her at her most intimate moments with the guy she'd lost her cherry to.
"Those bottom ones, the ones with the blue stars on the seals? Those are star shots I took from the Service's data. Some of them are pretty cool. If she asks, you can say we were star gazing and lost track of time."
She shifted the starred envelopes to the top, thinking that wouldn't make a great alibi, but it would have to do.
She was a mess when he dropped her off, and she hoped her mom wasn't in a curious mood. The sound of his tires crunching on the gravel mixed with the screen door closing as she walked in.
"I'm back!" She shouted as she headed upstairs. "Man, it's hot! I'm going to take a cool bath and have some dessert."
"Okay, honey, I have some fresh ice cream when you're ready."
Phew
. She exhaled.
I'm home free
. She closed the door to her bedroom, thinking about where to stash the 'evidence' and stripped off her clothes. Even these would be a dead giveaway if she put them in the laundry. Better to rinse them off first and let them dry before throwing them down the chute.
Naked, but no cooler, she headed to her bathroom, smelling her sex and his cum with every move. "He's going to come again," she mused out loud, smiling at the silly pun. "Wonder what I'm doing tomorrow?"
Sliding into the lukewarm bath water, she thought about what he was doing right now. The idea that he would be masturbating because of her excited and disturbed her. As the water lapped at her breasts, her hands moved down between her legs where the memory of his mouth stirred her. She casually twisted a long pubic hair and then lightly ran her finger between her lips, feeling for her clit with her fingertip. Her 'button', as she liked to think of it, was quiet, but she knew with a little attention it would wake up.
What had she done? Two days ago, she and Harrison were tight; really tight based on those pictures, and now, she was really confused. She could tell Johnno
really
liked her; he liked her in a way that was really different from Harrison. She could see it in his eyes. Lust, for sure, his tongue made that clear, but infatuation too, a romantic longing that she never got from Harrison. She felt like he, Harrison, was using her, where with Johnno, he was trying to save her...and fuck her for sure. The thought of his cock penetrating her leaped into her mind, and with it a flicker of excitement from her clit. She rubbed it through the hood of skin, her motions sending small waves against her nipples.
Something he said tugged at her mind, even as her body distracted her. Something about the whole thing didn't seem right; she felt like there was more to the story than it seemed. As her thoughts swirled, she kept glimpsing the thing, but couldn't put her finger on it, even as her finger was on something else more interesting. The tug of war between arousal and relaxation was coming to an end.
"He'll come again," she mused, and laughed again at the stupid joke. "He said as much, when he told me he could do that all night." He might have his chance, she realized with a start. Her folks were planning a trip up north this week and she couldn't go 'cause of work. The thought of getting together with him worked its magic and within minutes she had her second orgasm of the evening thinking of him jerking his cock thinking of her.
* - * - * - *
He thought back to the day he first saw the pictures and knew immediately he had to have her. When he clearly saw Harrison's face he froze. The guy was coming up for election in a few months. What a dumb shit.
Everyone in town seemed to think he was a stand-up guy: always said the right things, had a nice wife and two young kids. But a month ago, when Johnno discovered the first photographs he realized he'd discovered something potentially dangerous. Harrison hadn't gotten where he was without a healthy dose of cunning. Johnno figured with his connections, he'd make life miserable for Di and for
him
if either of them were stupid enough to confront him. At the same time it pissed him off. Di was almost family, and it was obvious Harrison was just using her: In spite of the near constant sex she was having with him, he still found time to screw other girls around town. Johnno had secreted away hundreds of photographs; far more than he'd shown Di. What he couldn't figure out is why Harrison was clearly trying to get caught. It was self-destructive -- a behavior Johnno had never understood.
He needed to put a stop to it. Di wasn't showing much judgment to begin with, and even after last night he could tell she wasn't ready to call it off. No doubt the attraction to power (as puissant as Harrison was) and that he had taken her virginity, kept her fixated on him. She talked a good game about not being attached to him, but Johnno could see she wouldn't separate on her own. He wondered how Harrison did it. Did he let them all down easy? Was he just hoping it would naturally go away when she left for college? Maybe that was his usual approach: only screw around with young women heading out (or back) to college. That was still months away and Johnno didn't want to see her hurt.
It was a fluke he'd run across the two of them together almost immediately. As it turned out there were at least three other women Harrison was seeing. Johnno couldn't figure out how he could fit them all in, what with his family life and the demands of his job. But when he saw him with Di, right after a set with somebody else, he knew he had to do something. He went back through the photographs late one evening to find the best one - a clear shot with the other woman, his cock deep inside her, the date burned into the image. It all fell into place at that moment: get Di's attention with her photos and then wait for the right opportunity to reveal what an asshole Harrison was. And then another idea occurred to him and he went back through the stack to find just the right picture.
If that doesn't scare him straight, nothing will.
"Diane?" She felt a jolt at hearing his voice.
"Hey, Johnno! Wow. It's been...like, what, a whole 15 hours." But she was giggling. Flattered. Worried. "Wassup?"
"Hah! Yeah. So, you got time for some lunch today? I..." He hesitated. As much as he'd rehearsed, he couldn't find the right thing to say.
"Today? Hold on."
He slowly exhaled, thankful she'd interrupted him.
"Sure! I've only got 30 minutes -- would Mickey's be okay?"
"Absolutely. I'll be out doing rounds. I'll meet you there. Grab a booth if you get there before me."
Mickey's was crowded by the time she got there. She waded her way through the line to see Johnno in one of the back booths. He looked so...
governmental
...in his uniform. She smiled and slipped into the booth.
"Hey! I've told them we're in a little bit of a hurry. You know what you want?"
After they ordered, he shifted uncomfortably, looking at her. He'd kept an eye on the room the entire time, making sure they could talk without being overheard. He pulled a manila envelope onto the table and slid it over to her without any fuss.
She stopped sipping on her soda and looked up at him, wide-eyed, and then around the room. "What's that?" She whispered, not reaching for it, but not wanting it to just sit there. "Johnno...?"
Is he some kind of pervert?
She shook her head, confused.
