Page 46 of Stitch
“Stitch, someone might see us.”
He sucked lightly on my clit, like he wanted to test how sensitive it was and my gasp, which evolved into a low moan, told him all he needed to know. He lifted his mouth as he slid his fingers deep again.
“If anyone peers in, just give them a thumbs up, wife. They can’t see anything down here, because I’m all up in your business right now.”
Twenty-Five
Camille suddenly tensed upunder my mouth, but it wasn’t an orgasm. She gasped, and started slapping at my shoulder.
“Someone’s out there. I heard a car.”
I chuckled, and curled my fingers inside her, teasing her g-spot, and stealing her voice.
“Doesn’t matter, wife. Just enjoy my mouth. Ride my beard like a good girl.”
She let out a yelp and slapped my shoulder again.
“No! There’s… oh god…”
Someone tapped on the window, and I lifted my head, careful to hide Camille’s dignity with my body as I turned to look at the intruder. A man was watching us with both hands pressed against the window. He lifted one in a thumbs up and licked the glass.
“Fuck her good, man…”
“Oh god! Stop, I don’t like it.” Camille got her way, as I let her move away from my fingers to sit properly in her seat, smoothing her dress down immediately. She was embarrassed, and that was the last thing I’d wanted. I sat up and waved at the guy to get lost.
“Come on, man. Get your dick in her. I came for the show.” His voice was loud enough that we could hear it just fine, and Camille was hiding her face, and… the fuck… was she crying?
“Camille, are you okay?”
“I’m so humiliated! Make him go away, Stitch.”
What the lady wants, she gets. I straightened my cut, and sucked briefly on my fingers as I pushed the door open, making the man back up.
“Do I get a go now, man? She’s fucking hot. I’d want her naked though.”
Fucker. I lurched out of the camper, and grabbed the guy, turning to slam him against the door, closing it with his body.
“Come on, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Show’s over, you sick fuck!”
He struggled, and then grunted when I landed a fist right in his soft gut.
“I said, the show’s over. Nobody fucking invited you to watch, yeah?” I backed up and he doubled over, wheezing slowly.
“You park somewhere like this to do that stuff, you’re gonna get a crowd. Get my point, man?”
I grabbed his throat, and slammed the back of his head against the camper, while he clawed at my hand with both of his.
“I have nothing against people dogging, but we told you to get lost. You staying is a problem. That’s my new wife in there, and she’s upset now, and it’s completely your fault. So, you see, now you have me wondering.”
“What?” His response was choked out against my tightening hand.
“Whether or not to let you go, or let the next doggers find your corpse in your car.”
“Jesus, man.” He pulled even more frantically at my hand, and I eventually let him go, shoving him away from the vehicle.
“Forget you ever saw us, asshole. If I ever see your face, or hear of this online anywhere, I’ll find you, and make you scream before you die. Understood?”
