The Broken Drum part6
by Hot Milfs Blog
I moved the car out of the parking lot, to the edge of the
highway, where I stopped, and checked carefully before pulling
out onto the deserted road, thinking traffic was awfully light
to be only 11:15.
Concentrating around the edges of a light buzz from the booze, I
drove five miles or so, and then turned off onto the airport
bypass. Keeping my mind on the road was getting difficult. Not
only had the booze reached over from the back seat and mugged me,
but Candice wasn’t helping a bit. She was sitting right beside
him; spraddle-legged. Sometime or another, she had unbuttoned my
rain coat, and was running her hands over her barely covered
breasts.
Like I said. I don’t know exactly when she’d done it. But, in
the ‘tur-let’ I guess, she’d ditched the knit dress, and changed
into my raincoat. And then some place between the time I’d
turned out onto the highway, and when I’d made the turn toward
the airport, but regardless - she’d unbuttoned it, and all that
prevented the bounty of her upper body from swinging free was a
light, lacy, almost transparent bra. And below the waist….
All I could see in the shadows was an equally lacy garter belt,
pressing into, and looping around those porno-image-producing
hips of hers.
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Leon’s eyes followed the couple as they made their way from
the bar into the parking lot. He’d moved to the window, and
watched with interest as Eric helped her into the car. Then, he
carefully followed them when they pulled away from “The Broken
Drum.”
Every time he saw the sub-title to the joint’s name he had
to laugh… “The Broken Drum” (You can’t Beat it)… Somehow,
even as corny as it was, the damn thing cracked him up.
When Eric’s car started to make the turn onto the Airport
Bypass, Leon pulled to the side of the road, and clicked on his
emergency flashers. He climbed out, and watched the tail lights
until he saw them flare briefly, and then turn into the police
pistol range.
As he waited to be sure Eric was not using the dirt road as
a convenient turnaround, he opened the trunk of his car, and
pulled out a battered leather case. Bodo had often asked him to
work surveillance on somebody, discreetly following and recording
their activities; so using the camera to make a record of Eric
and Candice’s activities of the evening was almost second nature.
He spun the rewind knob. Happily there was no resistance
indicating the camera was loaded. He popped the back open, and
loaded it with industrial grade, high speed infrared film. After
re-latching the camera, he double-checked the data recording
back, and smiled as he noted both the time and date were correct.
He took his time, sure that Eric would be able to entertain
himself for a while, as he attached a 80-270mm zoom lens, and
mounted the strobe that was already equipped with a heavy dark
red filter.
Leon smiled to himself, as climbed back into the car and
drove a hundred yards past the pistol range road. Then he pulled
in under some trees, and began silently threading his way through
the dense undergrowth that shielded the range from the road and
vice versa.
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When I pulled the car to a stop, I have to say, I was both
shocked and amazed by Candice’s reaction. She left no question
in my mind as to just what was expected of me in these
circumstance. She’d made it crystal clear during the drive from
the Broken Drum that she had serious sex on her mind.
As soon as we were parked, she climbed out of the car, walked
over to a nearby picnic table, and proceeded to shrug off the
raincoat that had only covered her arms and shoulders, and then
unclipped the tiny fastener that held the two sides of her filmy
bra together.
Candice’s spectacular, firm breasts were free, and I approached
her, and reached for them. Knowing what she liked, she quickly
turned around, pressing her sleek ass into my already hard
crotch. Since Mama didn’t raise any dummies, I reached around
and took a tit in each hand.
Candice groaned with pleasure, when my hands grasped those tender
globes, and then she purred, “Pinch my nipples.. PLEASE!”
I was used to following orders, so her request didn’t cause me
any undue concern. Almost eagerly I complied, and gripped her
already engorged nipples firmly between his thumb and
forefingers.
“Harder, damn you!”
I increased the pressure, and she moaned, pressing her ass even
harder against my now fully aroused cock, as she writhed. To add
to her arousal, I firmly tugged and twisted her nipples, and she
went wild…
“Oh, God!, Oh God, Yesss,” she hissed. “This’ll teach him.
Oh, yesss, do it, Do it!”
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Leon could hear them as he made his way through the brush
that surrounded the pistol range, and he hoped that he would not
be too late to capture whatever they we doing on film. He
thought having something on film to use against that fucking
detective might be good insurance.
Besides, from the racket she was making, he might get some
shots that would keep him company…. on those nights his sexy
young neighbor got his motor running… which was most nights….
Especially now that he had his telescope.
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Candice shrugged herself free of my clutching hands, and in two
steps was sitting on the picnic table. One foot resting on the
bench seat, and the other planted on the table top. She was
leaning back on her elbows when she said, “Eric…, you never had
dessert.”
She was right. Neither of us had. But, the night was still
young!
I stepped up to the plate (well, the picnic bench really);
prepared to hit a home run (okay, at least a double, then). The
bench of the picnic table was still damp from the rain, but I was
doin’ it for the Gipper…. or at least my best to her gripper.
I leaned forward, and lay the side of my face on her firm
stomach, while my hands were busy locating, and then stroking
their way up her thighs. Her musky scent, signaling her
readiness wafted into my nostrils, and raised my temperature even
higher. She was already shivering, and since the night was warm,
I was sure it wasn’t from the cold.
In a series of coordinated moves I hadn’t used in a while, I used
my fingers to open her petal-like lips, and ran my tongue the
full length of her soaking snatch. She came. Bucking and
gasping, her hips rocked in all directions at once, as they tried
(successfully, I might add) to keep my sucking, licking mouth on
(or at least very close) to her clitoris.
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…End of the part6. To be continued..