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They began planning their return to Jamaica immediately. The memories of Derek and Liz, the attention of strangers, the wardrobe, and long days hanging out on the nude beach competed with their fantasies about what might happen next. While at home, they remained the buttoned-up couple they had always been, but they could hardly wait to get back to satisfy those urges that lay just beneath the surface. Every night they fucked their way through another memory or another potential scenario.
An unexpected move to a new congregation and an extended medical emergency with Kate’s mom in September put a quick and serious damper on their activity. Mickey’s new assignment was challenging and, despite his best efforts, he and Kate were fully aware that they were quickly slipping back into some old patterns. At first, they did their best to maintain the heat they found on the island. By Thanksgiving, they kahramanmaraş escort were just happy for a satisfying fuck every weekend. When the new year rolled around, their weekly “date” rarely satisfied either of them.
“The resort called today,” Kate told Mickey as he ate another dinner that had turned cold waiting for him. “It’s time for the final payment”
He nodded as he swallowed his last bite. “Let’s confirm the dates with your folks. I am more than ready for some R nearly reaching the base of his shaft.
Mickey followed the example of his neighbor, closing his eyes and enjoying Kate’s talents. She alternated between sucking his shaft and fluttering her tongue on the tip. He felt her going deeper with each return to his cock, and somehow massaging his prick with her tongue at the same time. He was beginning to contemplate what kastamonu escort he might do next when he looked back to his neighbor for some suggestions. He was surprised to see that the other couple had company. A man was standing next to the driver’s door, watching the woman give head.
“Kate, look.” He nudged her as he spoke. “There’s a guy watching them.”
Reluctantly, Kate let go of his dick and began to sit up. She never saw the other man. She never even turned toward the car. All she saw was a stranger standing next to Mickey’s door, watching the two of them.
Her shriek startled Mickey. Only then did he see the man standing inches away from him on the other side of the closed window. She pulled her blouse closed and instinctively turned away from their voyeur. Mickey started the car, dropping it into gear and accelerating in one jerky kayseri escort movement. Fortunately, other than the voyeur there was no one close to them. He moved the car a few rows forward and parked, killing the lights.
“Oh. man. I’m sorry. I never saw him.” His head was spinning, but he knew they were in no condition to leave the theater. He shoved his rapidly deflating dick into his pants and waited for Kate to button up so that they could leave. Her fingers were shaking.
“Are you OK?” He asked.
“Yeah, I think so.” She smiled. “It was silly to scream. He just startled me.”
“Me, too.” Mickey nodded slowly, his thoughts beginning to form. “Let me ask you something. And please be honest.”
“Okay.” Her answer sounded more like a question.
“If we were in Jamaica right now, would you have screamed?”
“Maybe, if I was startled like that.” She paused for a beat. “But I think I take your point.”
“This is kind of what we’ve talked about, right? Letting someone see.”
Kate turned to look through the back window. Her voyeur had now joined the other at their neighbors’ car. Her pussy twitched at the sight. She nodded, never looking away from the back row of the dark lot.