Chapter 5
The next day was July 6, a Friday in Waynesboro. Amy was serving tables at El Camino Bravo, the heavy heat slowly wearing on her fair, freckled complexion. She wove through an obstacle course of patrons, purses, and high chairs as she brought a drink to a table in the eastern room of the restaurant. As she approached, she noticed a familiar face on the far side - John Mathis, the object of her daydreams a day before.
"Hey John." said Amy.
"Hey Amy. Hot day, huh?"
"Yeh, no kiddin. You eatin all by yourself?"
"Yeh, just on my lunch break from work."
"Well, my break is coming up shortly. Would you like to stick around a little longer and hang out?"
John considered the question. He had guessed in the past that Amy had the hots for him, a suspicion that the rumor mill had somewhat confirmed. He wasn't in any hurry to get back to work, and the day was far too hot to be in the back of the store he helped manage. In fact, in his mind, days this hot were only good for one thing.
"Yeh, sure. Sounds like a plan. Where will we be hanging out?"
Amy glaced around, then at the clock, and leaned in closer. "Meet me on the south end of the parking lot in ten minutes." she said, before quickly scurrying off.
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A short disance across town, Jill was lounging naked in the backyard of the small house she and Amy shared, soaking in the warm rays of sunlight that everyone else seemed to deem unbearable. She was half-asleep, dozing comfortably on a fold-out lawn chair, imagining she was sleeping naked on a beach under a palm rather than in middle Georgia under a magnolia. She daydreamt that a cute waitress was coming over to were she lay, wearing a coconut bra, see-thru sarong and a smile. Just as the dream Jill was about to dare to pull the coconuts down, a faint noise from the neighbor's yard woke the Jill in Georgia and ruined the daydream. Jill glaced over in the direction of the neighboring yard, looking up to the tower in the corner of the old three-story.
There above her, faint but visible through her sunglasses, was a skinny boy in his late teens looking down on hr naked form. She thought about the situation momentarily, realizing that her audience had probably been watching her for some time. She calmly stared as his arm dropped below view and began making rythmic motions just below the windowsill.
Well, she thought, if the boy wants a show, who am I to argue?
With a light chuckle inwardly at herself, she reached out for the bottle of tanning lotion. She began to slowly and sensuosly rub the lotion all over her lithe, naked form, going even slower we she reached her nipples. She worked her way around them, gettin them rock hard before tweaking them, causing a twinge that sent a moan to her lips. She gladly let it out, knowing the boy above her could see, if not necessarily hear.
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At the south end of El Camino Bravo's parking lot, Amy was standing in the utility shed. There were some old tables in here, and she already had one set up in the barn-like building, pushing toward the center of the room and dusting it off.
If my ass is going to sit on that, it's at least going to be mostly clean.
She then stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly and piling them over to one side. She left her black heels on, along with her jewelry, thinking to herself again.
Nothing wrong with a little gift wrapping.
Amy was looking down and examining her bald pussy, critically wondering if she should have shaved last night, when there was a soft knock on the old wood-and-tin door. She opened the door, hiding behind it as she had the previous night when harassing the poor pizza girl. John was on the other side, tryin to peek into the building.
"Yes? May I help you sir?"
"Funny. Let me in."
"Nope. No clothes allowed."
"Oh, so I have to strip out here in the parking lot?"
"Looks that way. Let me know when you're done." she said, slamming the door and giggling.
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Jill's fingers were now buried within her pussy, groping her folds, caressing her lips. Her other hand was twisting and pulling on a nipple, making it aroused and angry, a red welt on a tan field. Her fingers flexed inside her, pushing her further and further toward the painful pleasure of orgasm, the release which she yearned for most deeply. Fingers of both hands now slid into her cunt, pumping it hard as she grunted with the effort. She began to curl her shoulders up for more leverage, thrusting eight fingers into herself, getting herself off in the backyard for anyone who was watching to see.
However, the only person watching as she came with a series of short grunts and a guttural "FUCK!" was Jeremy, standing in the upstairs bathroom once more. He was stroking his cock quietly and staring at the sight of Jill down below him when there was a soft knock at the door. He froze momentarily, waiting to see who the intruder was.
Rosalita sauntered through the door, removing her shirt as she walked through the door, leaving her jeans on.
"Jeremy, you naughty boy, up to your old tricks again? And just what were you staring at out of the window?"
She glided up to the door in time to see Jill get up off the chair and head back into her own house, naked and flushed from masturbation. She turned back to Jeremy, glaring and looking very serious.
"Jeremy, you have done a very bad thing. I want you to come with me right now, young man. Leave your pants off, you can carry them with you."
The house was empty except for the two of them, but that did nothing to help Jerem's embarrassment as his housekeeper led him to her room. She removed her belt and seated herself on the bed.
"Now Jeremy, I told you I wanted you to ask me for a condom before you jcked off again. Since you didn't, I am going to punish you. Get across my lap so I can spank you."