The afternoon dragged on. A few customers came and went but sales were few and far between. I couldn't get the memory of that hand job out of my mind. Several times I caught myself rubbing my cock in anticipation of my next meeting with that couple. I closed the shop and headed home.
Our house is on the edge of the town so I was soon sitting at our kitchen bench talking to my wife. She poured two coffees and leaned across the bench as she told me about her afternoon. She was still dressed in her shop uniform and I struggled to take my eyes off her shirt. I could see that she had put on weight. Gaps appeared between the buttons as her breasts pushed against the material. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but I wasn't really interested. My eyes wandered between the oven clock and those breasts.
I know those breasts so well. Not as firm as they were when we first met, I could see parts of the lacy bra that restrained them.
I wanted her to open that that shirt and show me those nipples pushing through the lace. She has huge nipples that are just meant to be sucked and chewed. On a cold morning you could hang your car keys from those nipples.
I was getting hard just thinking about those nipples when I heard a lawnmower start up in the neighbour's yard. I quickly set aside any thoughts of sex as that sound heralded the start of the weekly mowing. Our house is in the older part of town where the backyards are small. Our neighbour has a teenage son and he mows their lawn, our lawn and the two lawns on either side in one go. He gets a more than a few bucks from each family every week and it means that we don't suffer the noise of mowing during our precious weekends.
I could see the young guy's blonde hair over the fence as he started mowing his parent's lawn. I finished my coffee and told my wife that I was going for my daily run along the beach. I ducked up stairs to change into my jogging outfit. I glanced down at the yard next door and noticed that the kid wasn't wearing a shirt.
About fifteen minutes later I was jogging on the beach. I ran along the firm sand on the tideline and passed a few tourists who were setting up to watch the sunset. I kept going until I reached the rocks at the southern end of the beach. I followed a well-worn path that leads to some very secluded dunes on the edge of the national Park.
I scrambled over a large rock and saw my fuck buddy.
He was lying face down on a large blanket. Beside him his jogging gear was spilling out of his backpack. Like mine, his wife thinks that the hours before dinner are spent running.
I paused to survey the scene as I stood on the rock. My fuck buddy was lying face down on our blanket. His bare feet were far apart. My eyes ran up his long shapely legs. He shaves those legs, supposedly because of the cycle racing that he does, but it's actually so that I can run my hands over those smooth, muscular calves and thighs. I felt my cock stir as I looked at those thighs.
