Trash to Treasure

Sarah Clark waited for the others to arrive. She was sure she had the correct date- April 22nd was Earth Day after all, and it was 1:00pm. And she was sure this was the right spot. The sign just ahead said that Viking Research Corp. took care of highway clean-up here. She grabbed the rubber gloves she'd brought and a plastic bag and decided to get out of the car and get started.

She thought this part of Route 7 would be cleaner since it's so near the park but it was littered with aluminum cans. She began to gather them and suddenly the community service seemed less like a chore. Cleaning wasn't Sarah's thing, that's for sure, but getting positive reinforcement was and she knew a couple of full bags of recycling would garner attention from Roy Strong, the CEO of Viking who'd claimed he'd be the first one down there right after lunch. A least that's what Veronica Almond had said. Well he was wrong for once because Sarah was first and there were no other cars in sight.

Sarah had to pee. She checked her watch. An hour had passed! What the fuck? Where was everybody? There was a house across the street, no car in the driveway. Damn it! She felt like the only person left in society, left with all the garbage. Why hadn't any cars passed? That was just weird.

She crossed the street and approached the house. No doorbell so she knocked. Nothing. She was going to die if she didn't piss-pronto. Sarah walked back to her car and threw the gloves inside. Then she decided to follow the deer trail into the woods to relieve herself. She heard the rustling of squirrels hopping over fallen branches. It was much cooler in the darkness of the thicket. She looked towards the road and felt assured that she wouldn't be seen.

The release came like that scene in Austin Powers when he came out of the deep freeze. She laughed out loud. A handy Kleenex pocketed for allergies tidied her pussy and she zipped up.

It was eerily silent and Sarah became disoriented. Which way to the street? She headed in the direction in which she came- she thought- and found herself in a clearing. And there, right in front of her was Roy Strong. And he was fucking Veronica Almond. She froze. It was like watching a movie. They were completely naked and Veronica's long black hair covered her giant breasts.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Veronica said.

Sarah could see her boss's cock now, all eight inches of the meaty and veiny thing, as he guided it into Veronica's pussy. Oh god, Sarah thought, this was so embarrassing. They'd see her for sure and if she moved they'd hear her. And she was mesmerized by the sight of them.

"Do you like that, Ronnie? Do you like the way I feel inside of you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Sarah wasn't crazy about the Daddy talk. Mr. Strong was mid-forties tops. She watched him hump the hell out of her colleague. His cock rocked in and out as they fucked standing face-to-face. Mr. Strong slid his hands under each of Veronica's thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and moaned like a coyote in heat. He walked towards a giant oak tree and smashed Veronica's ass against it.

"You're on fire, you sexy bitch," he said between huffs and puffs.

Sarah was impressed with his stamina. He was her mentor, a friendly boss who'd hired her even though she'd been fired from her last job, even though she knew nothing about solar research. But she learned a lot under his wing and in the last few years she'd begun to imagine them together. Sure he was married so her dreams had been only that.

Seeing him with Veronica gave her a strange sensation. It was akin to hope. It made no sense, she thought, because he was a cheater. He was fucking Veronica! But Sarah knew that Veronica had a boyfriend and this didn't mean anything to her. This irrational feeling that she could take the other girl's place washed over her and she became aroused. And her arousal felt a lot like earlier when the urgency to piss consumed her.

Tucked into her hiding spot Sarah moved her hand inside her jeans. She loved the way her cunt felt when her fingers rubbed the soft cotton of her white bikini panties.

She suppressed a moan as she continued to softly explore the skin around her labia settling a rhythmic back and forth around her clit. She never liked to touch this part directly because it was too sensitive but this way was just right. Mr. Strong had turned sideways so she could see his face kissing Veronica now. He had a mustache-goatee combo and she wondered if it was soft against Veronica's face. She placed her left hand on her own face gagging herself with it lest she utter a foolish cry.

She thought of his handsome cock and how much like a younger man's it was, how perfect it could be for her. She looked at his legs as he continued to thrust inside Veronica. He had nice legs. She'd never even seen him in shorts before. He didn't seem all that hairy for a dark haired man. Sarah closed her eyes and pushed against the maple tree she was hiding behind.

Her panties were so wet. She moved her fingers inside to inspect her pussy. Oh god, she thought, as she shoved those fingers up into her tight cunt then she shuddered as she felt herself come. She took deep breaths to keep from screaming, removed her fingers from down under and sniffed them. Sarah absolutely loved the smell of her own juice. It was the smell of sex to her and it was her favorite smell, one she hadn't enjoyed since she broke up with Tony Ballister from the marketing department.

Sarah fished her pocket for another tissue and dried her hand. She needed to find a way out of the woods without being seen. She turned around and looked at the lovers. They'd redressed and were about to head in her direction.

She cleared her throat.

"Sarah? Sarah Clark?" Mr. Strong said.

"Yes sir," Sarah replied, "Hi, Mr. Strong. Hi Veronica."

"Come here Sarah," he ordered.

Sarah walked up to her boss. Veronica walked past her and nodded. Apparently she knew her way to the street.

"What are you doing here, Sarah?"

"I'm here for the Earth Day thing. I've already picked up two bags of soda cans. I came in here to...."

"Earth Day?"

She said, "You said to meet after lunch?"

"Sarah," he said, "I don't know what you thought you saw, but I assure you it's not what you think."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean, sir."

He laughed.

Sarah asked, "What's so funny?"

"This is Viking's spot for a reason," Mr. Strong said. "I like to take out the trash here."

Sarah cocked her head to the side and looked at him with a silly puzzled look on her face. Then she realized what he meant.

"Is Veronica the trash, sir?"

He laughed again.

"Am I trash too?"

"No, Sarah," he said. "Unless you want to be."

Startled by his response, Sarah reached up to slap him with her right hand. He grabbed her wrist with her fingers centimeters from his face. He inhaled her sex scented fingers and then gobbled them into his mouth. He sucked on her fingers and looked into her eyes.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. It was an odd sensation because her body was reacting in the wrong way. She wasn't supposed to desire Mr. Strong. Not like this.

He was the one who'd taught her to go with her gut instinct, wasn't he? And her gut told her to kiss him. He released her fingers and she forced her lips onto his. She thought he appeared a little stunned but he accepted her with open arms. They kissed igniting a mutual physical passion. His little beard felt like sable against her skin.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," he said, "I mean I want to. But I can't. You're not- you don't deserve to be treated this way. This is so fucked up."

Sarah didn't respond.

"You must think I'm a giant asshole. Sarah, Carmen left me. This thing with Ronnie didn't mean anything- but you- well, you're special. A treasure more like. I care about you."

He took her hand and together they walked out of the woods. Tony Ballister was leaning against Sarah's blue Camry holding a plastic garbage bag. She could tell what he was thinking but he was wrong. Sarah wasn't trash. Not yet, anyway.