A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 04 Ch. 04

"You do like to hang your trophies, don't you?" Gwen giggled as she watched the lacy white fabric swing back and forth while his hand returned to between her thighs.

"Maybe I can hang them next to that spot in the shop office where my fish is going."

"I didn't know—oh!—" she squeaked as his finger circled her clit—"that we had agreed it was going there. " Gwen wasn't sure she liked the idea of that fish looking down on her while she worked, but the underwear might be an interesting conversation piece...'oh, those? Those are from the night we announced the expansion.'

"Just an idea. You're really wet," he announced as his finger slid lower. "I didn't know business dinners got you all hot and bothered."

"That's from you wanting to play, that's your fault," she breathed, watching the lights of the oncoming traffic, imagining what they would think if they knew what was going on in this truck. "I was perfectly fine with waiting until we got home. We do have the house all to ourselves this weekend," she reminded him. Cricket was in her office all weekend helping with an audit.

"I know," he chuckled, "but I guess I got an urge to screw one of my business partners."

The Lady again warned against driver distraction even as Gwen reached for the bulge in his slacks. "Then I guess that should be me," she sighed theatrically. "Naughty boy. You promise you'll want me once we get home?"

His finger slid up inside her as Gwen tilted her hips to allow him access. "You know I will. Why wouldn't I?"

"You'll see. Pull over."

"Here?"

Wherever you think it's safe."

Tim thought quickly, is cock urging him on. He knew there was an out-of-business auto parts place up ahead, both storefront and parking lot dark in the night, and turned the truck into its entrance. There was no great place to hide the vehicle from those who might wonder why it was there, but the promise of what Gwen might be offering made it worth the risk and he flicked off the headlights while rolling to a stop.

"Push your seat back," Gwen ordered, unbuckling her seatbelt. Tim hurried to remove his own and did as he was told even as Gwen scooted towards him to unbuckle his belt. Her lips were around his length as soon as it appeared, the trapped heat from between his legs carrying the intoxicating aroma of soap, sweat, male musk and sex up to her nose. Tim's hand continued to play at the pussy she had conveniently positioned in reach, stroking the bud at the top of her slit before sliding down along the lips into her opening. His other hand, now freed from the responsibility of driving, gently guided her head.

"Oh, you do that so good..." His eyes briefly closed in bliss before snapping open at the light reflecting from the mirror brightly enough to penetrate his eyelids. He tried to focus on the source of the rotating blue lights pulling up behind the truck, triggering his brain to hurriedly form a to-do list and order it in importance; his first task was to get the lips on his cock off it without seeming rude.

Gwen felt her husband's body stiffen and knew something was wrong before he was able to offend. Her eyes flew open as well, the cab of the truck bathed with headlights and a pulsing blue strobe, and her own mind began to form an urgent to-do list. She sat upright in an almost violent fashion, continuing on to reach to the floor in search of her skirt. Tim was thankful for the chance to reach for his zipper while his mind searched for plausible explanations as to why they were parked in front of an out-of-business storefront in the middle of the night.

Officer Robert Quinn saw the silhouette of a head pop up from the driver's side. Coptus interruptus, he thought with a smile, or as some of his buddies called it, cop-blocking. Sorry, man. This had happened more times than he could count—pulling up on a parked car to find the occupants in various states of undress performing various physical acts. Sometimes it was kids that couldn't find a better place to get their freak on, sometimes it was a hooker, sometimes it was payment for a drug deal. Sometimes his arrival was not noticed and he had shone his flashlight into the back seat of a car more than once only to be greeted by the vertical smile of a naked ass hard at work. The best he could hope for in those cases was a girl's ass... Tonight he hoped it was just kids; a lot less danger and paperwork that way. Make sure they both wanted to be there, they were both of the age of consent, tell them to move along. Hell, if they seemed like nice kids and didn't give him shit he might even let 'em finish up.

He approached the driver's side window as he always did, quickly enough to not give them enough time to hide any paraphernalia that might incriminate them, but still moving with caution. The window rolled down as he reached it. His senses were on high alert, looking, listening and...smelling. His nose was attuned to the scents of drugs and alcohol, clues as to whether further caution or inspection might be necessary. The smell that wafted out of this truck was also quickly recognizable—the smell of sex. The face staring back at him was not a kid's.

"Good evening, folks," he drawled while his flashlight flitted through the truck in a well-practiced pattern, the underwear hanging from the rearview clearly highlighted before moving on the passenger's face before slowly moving down. Her skirt was laid across her legs like a blanket, leaving glimpses of bare thigh where it couldn't cover. Tim saw the beam of light stop on his panic-stricken wife, then move on to the space behind the seats. "Everything okay here?"

"Oh—yeah—we're good, I just, uhh, had to send a text—" he reached for his phone sitting on the console as if to prove his story—"didn't want to be driving distracted, you know?"

"We appreciate that," the officer drawled, noting the seat was pushed back far enough to make reaching the pedals impossible. It did mean more room for his passenger to fit her head or ass without bumping it on the steering wheel, though..."well, just to be official, if I can see your license and registration, please, so I can say I was doing my job if anybody asks." The officer glanced at the information and looked up again. "Thank you, Mr. Nelson. And this is...?"

"This is my wife, Gwen, Gwen Nelson" he quickly explained.

Officer Quinn's flashlight returned to her, and he touched the tip of his ball cap. "Ma'am."

"H'lo," she mumbled.

He focused the light elsewhere to return some of her dignity and moved his hand away from his holster. "If I could uhh, see your license, too, ma'am, just to make sure you're who Mr. Nelson says you are."

She hurriedly reached for her purse while struggling to maintain control of her skirt, unable to avoid revealing the curve of her bare hip and ass, confirming the panties on the mirror were hers, while shaking hands opened her wallet. "Let me go check these out and I'll be right back," the officer said with a smile.

"Oh my God," she wailed, using Officer Quinn's absence to hurriedly sort out her skirt and put it on, "we are in so much trouble!"

"We're not in trouble," Tim reassured her while trying to appear calm.

"He knows what we were doing!"

"Maybe. But he didn't see anything—not really, anyways—so he'll probably just tell us we shouldn't be here and tell us to move on."

"You don't know that!"

"That's what the cop did the last time I got caught..."

"You've been caught before? When? With who?"

"Before I met you and I'll tell you later," Tim replied, looking in the mirror. "He's coming back."

Officer Quinn reappeared at the window, handing back the registration and licenses. "You're all set. You can, uhh, finish sending that text if you want. Just do me a favor and move on before I come back, probably in an hour or so, just so I don't have to stop again...plenty of time to send a text, right?" He again tipped the bill of his cap to Gwen and smiled at her, then Tim in turn. "Enjoy your evening, folks."

"Thanks officer, stay safe." Tim rolled up the window as the cop ambled back to his SUV, then smiled at Gwen. "Told ya."

The fear --inspired adrenaline racing through her mixed with the sense of relief she felt and produced a rush of exhilaration. "I can't believe we got caught," she breathed, resisting the urge to giggle.

"And nothing happened," Tim replied, his own adrenaline giving way and then refreshing the lust that had been put on hold. "Cops are regular people, too—they know what it's like to get an urge with a pretty girl. As long as you're not making a scene, they got more important things to do." He offered her the panties he had taken down from the mirror. "Want these back?"

"Not yet," she replied to his surprise, looking back over her shoulder to ensure the patrol car had indeed moved on before hanging them back on the rearview. Her hand continued on to his crotch, feeling around for what lay beneath the fabric. Her arousal might have been a little slower to recover than her husband's but it was resurgent nonetheless, and the feeling was making her positively reckless.

"What are you doing?" Tim asked, not daring to hope that she wanted to resume their activities after the scare.

"Just checking to see if you lost any of your, umm, enthusiasm while you were busy making up stories for the officer."

"Maybe a little," Tim admitted with a chuckle, "for a little bit. But that usually happens when I'm distracted. Now that everything's good again I think it's making a comeback."

"Apparently so," she agreed, gentling petting the length as it grew. "I'm always amazed at how fast it comes to life."

"You, uhh, wanna pick up where we left off?" he suggested, his voice hopeful.

Gwen smiled and reached for his belt. "We've only got an hour before the officer comes back. Think you can be done by then?"

Tim laughed. "I'll probably be done a second time by then."

"Save the second time for the house," Gwen replied, dipping to take the newly freed and freshly potent length between her lips.

"Might be easier for both of us if you took your skirt off again..."

"That's for your second time, too," she said after she let his length bob free of her mouth.

"If you say so..." Both hands came to rest on her head as she recaptured his shaft, bobbing deeply enough to nearly make her gag, retreating enough to tickle the head with her tongue before taking him deep again. He was done well before the hour was up, gripping her head firmly but not painfully with strong hands while Gwen wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and allowed him to fuck her mouth.

He came, each pulse matched to a soft grunt. Tim loosened his hold of her, and she swallowed, then rose to kiss him. "Home, please," she asked, sliding back over to her seat and delicately wiping the remains of his orgasm from any place their kiss might have missed.

"You were going to tell me about the first time you got caught?" Gwen asked once they were back on the road again.

"It was the summer after my senior year in high school."

"With who?"

"You remember Karen Horne, KD's English teacher her Sophomore year? I told you we went to high school together?" he replied slowly.

She did, a fireplug of a woman, albeit a fireplug with curves and a massive pair of breasts. "Oh my God, she was one of your girlfriends? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"She wasn't exactly my girlfriend and I didn't think you'd want to hear about it then. You sure you want to now?"

"I do."

Tim weighed her reaction carefully. Rather than being upset, Gwen sounded truly interested...

"She was Karen Calaveras back then and like I said, she wasn't my girlfriend, we were just at the same party and we ended up...together...just that one night."

"Were you two friends?"

"We just knew each other from school...we didn't hang out together, though."

"So you just asked her to have sex and she said yes?"

Tim laughed. "I didn't ask her, she asked me. Charlie was worried I wasn't getting enough even back then so he kinda told her I was good in bed, and after a couple of wine coolers she wanted to find out how good."

"Charlie really does look out for you," she laughed. "And how did you get caught?"

"Kinda like we did tonight," Tim admitted. "The party was out in a field over on Atkinson Road, we snuck back to where I parked the car, and the cops showed up to shut the party down. I think they were just there to their beer supply with the stuff they took from us. And then they went around checking cars... "

"So there were other people there?"

"At the party? Yeah, but that's what the cars were for—most guys took the girls out to their car if they wanted a little privacy, although sometimes people would just go at it right there in the field. You didn't want to make it obvious you were going out to your car, though, because then people might come over for a free show, just to give you shit. That's what I thought it was at first, one of my buddies shining a flashlight in the backseat, but turns out it wasn't."

Gwen giggled. "And what were you doing in the backseat?"

"Well, you know...we were doing it."

"You mean like what we were just doing or...sex?"

"Full-on humping. Neither one of us had our pants on, I was on top of her, she had one foot on the top of the backseat and the other on the driver seat headrest. You get the picture."

"Gwen giggled. "I do. And is that how the police found you?"

"Yup. I had just finished, which I don't think Karen was too happy about, and was lyin' there enjoying the moment when the backseat lit up. Like I said, I thought it was somebody from the party giving us shit, maybe even Charlie checking in on me, but when the cop knocked on the window and said 'police', man that changed my tune fast. Christ, that cop must've been laughing his ass off. I'm trying to get off her, find my pants and roll down the window at the same time, she was trying to get me off of her to find her jeans. Even after we got untangled we kept slamming into each other trying to get dressed. "

"And what did the officer do?"

"He was really cool about it, made sure she wanted to be there and was old enough, and that I wasn't too drunk to drive, and sent us on our way." Tim left out the cop's parting words, said loud enough for Karen to hear—'next time get her shirt off too, son, never miss a chance to play with a pair of titties like that.'

"And that was the only time you two did it?"

"The only time. I don't think I lived up to what Charlie told her to expect and we were definitely both too embarrassed to talk about it after. Besides, she wasn't really my type. It did make that parent-teacher conference kinda awkward, though."

Gwen laughed. "I'll bet." The string streetlights had ended, the cab of the truck now only lit by the occasional car going in the other direction.

Tim was lost in his post-orgasmic glow and was slow to notice his passenger unbuttoning her blouse, catching Gwen out of the corner of his leaning forward in her seat and slipping the shirt off her shoulders and back. "Eyes on the road, mister," she warned while reaching for the clasp of her bra. "Or I'll put it back on."

"Yes ma'am, sorry" he said with a grin, still managing to catch a glance of her skirt again coming off. "I never get tired of looking at your spectacular titties."

"You can look all you want later, but you seem to be doing a good job of keeping us on the road, so..." His right wrist was firmly grasped, pulling his hand from the wheel and placing it on her breast. He was allowed to play off and on for the next ten minutes, Gwen moving his hand down to her sex then back up to her tits whenever she drew close to losing control from his touch before moving it back when her gathering climax had subsided.

"Home," he announced as his hand reluctantly left her wetness to help make the turn into the driveway.

"Home," she agreed, sliding from the truck before his hand could return, leaving her clothes behind and walking on to the deck, waiting for Tim to unlock the door. There was no doubt for either where their next stop was once inside the house, and Gwen was only on the bed a moment before he joined her. She pushed him on his back as soon as he lay down, swinging a leg over his midsection and grabbing his cock to line it up before sinking down on it.

"Ohhh, yessss," she hissed as he bottomed out. "That's nice. Thank you for being hard for me so quickly."

Tim grinned and reached for her breasts. "Any time. It was easy."

Her eyes closed as her hips began to rock back and forth on the cock she was impaled upon. "We got caught tonight!"

He chuckled. "Mm-hmmm...guess it wasn't too bad for you after all?"

"No, I guess not...it was a little exciting!"

"Just a little?"

"Very..."

"What would you have done if he had caught us?"

Her eyes opened slightly. "You mean more than he did?"

"Yeah, what if your head was still in my lap?"

Gwen fell forward, her clit grinding into Tim's pubic bone while she buried her face in his neck. She remembered his hands on the back of her head as she had sucked him. "Would you have let me up?"

He grinned at the thought as his hands roughly grabbed her asscheeks. "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I would've have held you right there and made you finish me before I let you up."

Gwen's hips ground against him, and he could hear her ragged breathing in his ear. "Really? You would have let him watch you finish?"

"Oh, yeah. He's a guy. I bet he would have liked to see that."

"And you would have let him see me without my skirt on?"

"Uh-huh. I would have let him watch you come, too."

"Ohhh..." She ground into him even more furiously, a whimper escaping her throat.

Tim could sense from her increased urgency that the fantasy triggered something in her, and decided to push his luck—how much dirty talk was too much? "Maybe he would have whipped his cock out and jacked off right there watching you? Maybe he's got a big one..."

The hastily produced visual and the hardness pressed against her clit sent her over the edge. "Oh-mmm--mmm—" Gwen fought to keep from crying out, but could not hide the fact she had stopped breathing.

"Jacking off, wishing it was his cock instead of my finger..." Tim continued, his hands now caressing her back. Gwen shuddered and stiffened, then relaxed, her body lying heavily on the man beneath her. He waited a moment to allow her to revel in her bliss before deftly rolling her over, smiling down at her as she smiled back with half-open eyes. "All good?"

"Very good..." his thrust began slow and measured as he bent to kiss her but soon picked up in intensity, eventually getting small gasps with each one as he drew close. His final stroke was delivered with all the leverage he could manage, and then it was his turn to bury his face in her neck and recover.

"Well, this has been a most interesting evening," Gwen said with a smile after she returned from the bathroom and lay down next to him.

"Good interesting, or bad interesting?" he asked cautiously.

"Good," she replied thoughtfully. "Very good."

"All of it? You didn't mind me talking dirty?"

"It was so dirty," she admitted with a giggle. "I liked that. You're always so polite in public."

"And how about getting caught for real tonight? Did you like that, too?"

"Almost caught," she corrected. "And once I knew we weren't going to jail, it was exciting, like I got away with doing something bad. I never used to try and get away with doing bad things."

"And you like doing bad things?"

"Sometimes, if it's the right bad thing, and I'm with the right people." She kissed him.

"You alright knowing about me and Karen Horne?"

"Of course. That happened before you knew me and honestly, I would have been surprised if you hadn't said yes to a girl who offered herself to you. I don't know how as a healthy young man with needs you stayed with me back then. I wonder if things would have been different if you had hadn't been so polite and just taken what you wanted."