Jenna’s face went pale. “Oh, God. And my panties are still bunched up my…” Her hands went to her face as if to hide her embarrassment, but something in her eyes said she wasn’t quite as humiliated as she acted.
I hugged her tighter, smiling sympathetically, and when she finally looked up at me again, I was happy to see her smiling too.
Gigi had apparently finished her “business,” and they were now making their way back towards us.
“That should keep her happy til she gets home,” he said, “still got a ways to go so we’re gonna get going.”
Jenna flashed me a conspiratorial look before standing and approaching them.
“Can I say goodbye?” she asked cheerfully, to which he nodded his approval. She again bent to pet the dog, but this time, instead of crouching, she intentionally turned herself so her back was to the man, then bent at the waist.
She stayed in that position for several seconds, rubbing the dog’s ears while cooing, “such a good girl, yes you are!”
Again I watched the man for a reaction. I had no idea exactly what he was seeing, but his eyes widened considerably, his lip twisting upwards in a goofy grin.
His eyes flicked my way and I immediately shifted mine to Jenna and the dog, playing it off as if I hadn’t noticed him looking. Jenna glanced my way and gave me a playful wink.
Ruffling the dog’s fur one last time, she straightened, then casually returned to her seat beside me.
Show over, the man smiled and waved. “You two have a nice night now.”
“You too,” I called after him. “Safe travels.”
Jenna could barely contain her giggles as they drove off. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god…how much do you think he saw?”
“Dunno,” I shrugged. “In this lighting? Hard to say. He may have seen everything, or barely anything really.”
“Oh my god,” Jenna repeated, still twittering with excitement. “I’ve never done anything like that before! Certainly not on purpose! You’re not…you’re not mad, are you?”
I pulled her face closer to mine. “Do I look mad?” I said just before I kissed her.
Our tongues danced playfully, our arousal levels even higher than before.
Jenna’s hand found the crotch of my jeans, and the bulge still struggling beneath. Then she was undoing the button, and tugging at the zipper.
“Jenna, I don’t know…”
“Oh, come on,” she said softly, “live a little.”
Any reservations I had quickly dissipated when her hand slipped inside my pants. Lifting my hips, I helped her slide my jeans and boxers down enough to free my raging erection.
Jenna began stroking it immediately, and now it was I who was fighting to keep quiet. Her hot breath was in my ear as she sucked my earlobe, moaning softly.
I could already feel myself tensing up to cum when she stopped suddenly, releasing her grip from my needy cock and looking me dead in the eye. “Film me,” she purred.
“W,w,what?”
Jenna was already moving down between my legs. “Film me,” she insisted as she took her knees before me.
My hand flailed around til I found her phone, still on the bench beside me. The screen was blank. “It’s…locked.”
Jenna took it from me and unlocked her screen, opened the camera app again and handed it back. I pointed it at her, framing her beautiful and hungry looking face just below my cock as she looked up at me eagerly. I hit record and nodded.
Jenna grinned wickedly then began her blowjob. I struggled to hold the camera steady as her lips engulfed me, her hand at the base of my shaft squeezing and stroking in rhythm with the movement of her mouth.
Her eyes never left the camera, and, as I watched her through the screen, I could see them glowing with lust and passion as her head bobbed continuously up and down, leaving trails of spit along my shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped softly, repeatedly, as her speed and intensity increased. My body trembled uncontrollably, and again I felt the tension deep within my groin signaling imminent release.
Jenna sensed it, but instead of continuing her suck and jerk movements, she instead pulled all but the head of my cock from her mouth.
Her lips formed a tight seal around my glans and I could feel her warm tongue flicking that sensitive underside, her sucking forming a vacuum around the head as her hand now jerked my saliva slicked shaft with lightning speed.
Her free hand reached up and, with a wink, ran her fingernails along my balls, light as a feather, tipping me over the edge.
I let loose a barrage of unintelligible gibberish in my attempt to keep my howls of pleasure from echoing across the parking lot as my balls expelled their content, pulsing stream after hot thick stream into Jenna’s eagerly awaiting mouth. How I managed not to drop the phone, I have no idea.
Jenna didn’t miss a drop, her lips still sealed around my cock as her hand slowed, continuing to milk me dry.
Finally releasing her lips with a wet smack, she opened wide to reveal the gooey mess I’d deposited on her tongue, then swallowed with an exaggerated gulp.
Again she looked directly at the camera. “That was fun,” she laughed, then gave a playful wave. I took her hint and stopped recording.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped in astonishment, adjusting my pants. “That was… fucking amaze-balls.”
Jenna grinned. “Amaze-balls? Is that even a word? Never heard of it.”
“Okay, Millennial,” I quipped.
“Ouch,” Jenna laughed, “and technically, I’m not a Millennial. I’m Gen-Z.”
“Touche,” I chuckled.
Jenna stood, brushing the grass and dirt off her knees, then sat beside me and wiped her face and mouth with a moist towelette she’d produced from her purse. She kept glancing at me with a goofy grin as she reapplied her lip gloss.
“I think we should probably get going,” I said, checking the time. “Still have a bit of a drive left.”
“Not quite yet,” said Jenna, “just one more thing.”
“Now what?”
Jenna batted her eyes at me. “One more caramel mocha latte for the road?”
I wound up getting two.
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“Some of these came out pretty dark, but there’s definitely a few usable ones.” Jenna was scrolling through her phone, checking the pictures I’d taken. While focused on driving, I’d glance at one or two now and then as she showed me. They were better than I expected, really, considering the lighting and the fact that I was certainly no professional photographer.
“You look amazing,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll get a good response. What made you wanna do something that risky though?”
Jenna thought for a moment. “I dunno. I’d like to say it was entirely spontaneous, but I’ve noticed that outdoor, public content tends to get a lot of attention, so it’s been in the back of my mind for a while.”
“You’re not…thinking about posting that video of…us, are you?”
“No,” Jenna said firmly. “Not unless…well, did you want me to?”
I considered for a moment before answering. “I honestly don’t know. Part of me thinks it would be pretty exciting. The other part, though…”
“Wants to keep us private?” Jenna finished. “Yeah, I’ve thought about that, too. Truth is, I could probably make some good money selling more hard-core content, but I just don’t think I’m…ready, or comfortable with that yet.”