Chapter 4: The Scene

Damon helped Wendy into his car then strode around to the driver’s door. He started the car and then carefully backed out of the driveway as he clipped his seat belt.

“Do you think they bought it?” asked Wendy.

“I did. I almost asked if you really needed to go home because of the migraine.”

Wendy smiled. “Not a chance. When you suggested this I knew I could sell it.”

Damon reached across the seat divider and took Wendy’s hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze, then let go and moved his hand into Wendy’s lap. She obliged and spread her legs the best she could in the contoured chair. Damon rubbed her crotch through her pants while Wendy reached under her shirt and messaged a breast.

“Oh, you better hurry or I don’t know if I’ll make it to house before I cum,” said Wendy between rapid breaths.

“OK by me,” said Damon as he doubled his efforts on stimulating Wendy through her pants.

Wendy slid her butt to the edge of the chair and popped the top of her pants. She pushed her hand down her pants and rubbed herself hard. Damon found it difficult to watch the road as Wendy’s scream echoed throughout the car.

Wide-eyed from her recent exertion, Wendy leaned over and unbuckled Damon’s pants. She lowered her head into his lap as she worked his hard member out of its constraint. In the dark she could smell his musk and took a deep breath before she licked the pre-cum that started to ooze out of the head.

“Ahh,” moaned Damon.

They were less than two minutes from their destination when Damon gently tugged at Wendy’s shoulder. She leaned back in her chair and tried to adjust her shirt and refasten her pants.

“No need,” said Damon, “I’ll use the garage.”

Damon turned into a driveway and pushed the button on a remote hanging from the visor. The garage door slid open and Damon maneuvered his sports car into the open bay.

“Here we are,” he said.

They exited the car as Damon fished in his pocket for a key attached to a flashlight.

When they entered the kitchen Wendy looked around. “This is nice. I haven’t been here since the house warming. Terry really did an excellent job in decorating.”

“Yeah, she took a couple weeks off to work full-time on getting the house settled. She wanted it to be just right before our parents came to town.”

“Mission accomplished,” said Wendy.

Damon went to the fridge and opened it to find the wine he placed there earlier in the day nicely chilled.

“A glass of zinfandel?” he asked.

“Of course,” was the immediate reply.

Damon poured to glasses and they clinked them together before taking a large gulp.

“To us,” said Damon.

“To us fucking,” said Wendy. She pulled off her shirt and bra, leaving them on the kitchen floor. Her sandals were left in the living room, the pants at the bottom of the steps, and her panties hanging off the top banister of the stairwell.