"Easily taken care of, Mrs. – Beth… if you like them," he unsteadily faltered, his avid dark eyes devouring her.
Damn, she sure had reached him, and in grand style! "Yes… I think I'll take them, if you can do something about that… whatever it is?"
"Of course… yes… well, it won't take a minute," he went on, his handsome face and eyes caught up in an expression of complete confusion. "I-I just have to put it on the workbench I have in back and give it a few taps… Y-You can watch if you like…"
"Just take your time, Stan. We're in no hurry," Jay voiced through a haze of smelly cigar smoke. "I think I want some boots, myself. Hey, where are they? I can be looking while you're fixing that?"
"Th-That row right over there," the shaken store-owner nervously pointed as her big, bearded husband lumbered across toward it.
"This one?"
"Yes, that's it… go right ahead. The sizes are on the box-fronts. H-Have a look at the styles while we give this a tap… W-Would you like to watch, Beth?" he repeated.
"May I?" she questioned, looking him straight in his perplexed, burning dark-eyes.
"O-of course. Come along… it's back here!" he finally got out, his nearly tremoring voice cracking twice. "It shouldn't take a minute, Mr… Jay…"
"That's okay, no hurry. I'll just paw through these boots," Beth heard her husband say, while intensive, if timorous, excitement gripped her as the dividing curtain swept closed behind her and Stan Wilson dropped the shoe onto the little bench, turning to face her.
"T-There's nothing wrong with that shoe!" he hissed, his breathing short and raspy as he stared at her.
"I-I know…" Beth whispered, moving toward him, so tight inside she thought something was surely going to burst! Everything that her middle-aged husband had ever written concerning promiscuous wives made itself available like a sensual reference library in her erotically determined brain! She raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her fingers pressure against his broad shoulders, then mindlessly ease around his neck, while he stood as if immobilized into a helpless numbness. "I-I know…!" she huskily repeated.
"J-Jesus Christ!" he choked, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist and drawing her tightly against him, his handsome mouth hungrily finding her warm, tongue-moistened lips in an ardent soul kiss! She let her own little tongue wetly greet his, her incited brain reeling as she enveloped him with the resilient fullness of her breasts, soft belly and hot thighs, urging the erogenous swell of her yielding fleshy mound against the lengthy bulge of his thickly aroused hardness. The passionate sensation of its solid, masculine feel whipped her breath away!
"Y-You beautiful witch!" he hoarsely panted, smoothing his big hands lustfully over the rounded swell of her buttocks. "Y… you were showing it to me out there… wearing those tiny little panties… Christ! You were, weren't you… weren't you?"
"Y-Yes…! D-Did you like what you saw?"
"Goddamn… I loved it! When… where?" his words were hot, gasping breaths against her face, the heat of his strong, sensitive hands penetrating through the knit of her tiny skirt to the tensed ovals of her rounded buttocks! It'd gone just as she'd conceived it… her bit of lewd exhibitionism… but now, what? God, this was no time to get panicky, or suddenly have second thoughts! Yet…?
"Well…?" he insisted. "When, honey… and where?"
"Oohhh… I-I don't know!" she tremulously whispered. "But… but I want to, darling…!"
"Damn… you mean it, too, don't you?" he croaked, his breathing filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds.
For answer, Beth uncontrollably pressured even tighter to him, almost imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically throbbing penis. A scene from one of Jay's mate-swapping years raced through the archives of her sensually intoxicated mind, and like the young wife in the story who was desperately trying to seduce her reluctant neighbor, she passionately kissed him on the lips, then began to tickle the end of his handsome nose with the tip of her hot, wet little tongue.
"Uummgghh…" he huskily groaned, his heated hands stroking downward to the backs of her nyloned thighs, then up in under her tiny skirt to tease the smooth flesh above her stockings, and finally to caress and cup the rounded fullness of her flimsily covered buttocks! His wetly fevered mouth smothered her own as she sensually returned as much as he gave, eagerly lashing tongues with him, while his finger tips descended, tracing the deep crevice separating the tensed mounds of her ovalled, near-naked buttocks. Then, one outstretched thick finger was worming its way between her trembling, full thighs from behind, the erotic sensation causing her to gasp out! Suddenly, through her panties, she felt its wanted hot pressure against the desire-dampened mouth of her vagina, and an electric current rippled through her as it tried to wriggle inside the moistened, narrow crotchband.
"No… no, darling, not here!" the hotly aroused young wife whispered, locking her strong, full thighs like a fleshy vise over his probing hand to hamper his frantic operation. "Please… it's too dangerous with him right out there!" she insisted, her sultry green eyes searching his while she reached behind her and gently disengaged his lewdly exploring fingers. Then, pressing the hardened tips of her proud young breasts against his chest, she reached beyond him to the little bench, picking up the flat-nosed hammer and banging it three times against the bench top.
"Wh-What the hell are you doing?" her shuddering neighbor rattled with a start.
"Making the necessary sounds… remember, love? You're supposed to be repairing a shoe?"
"Y-Yeah… Christ, yes… I forgot he was even out there! Goddamn! You're something else, girl… blow a man's mind…"
"Please… don't tease me…?"
"Tease you? Holy Christ! Who's teasing whom?" he hotly questioned, trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands against his athletic chest as a buffer. "I-If he wasn't out there, I'd… I'd…"
"You'd what?" she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it.
"Damn it, you know what I'd do!"
"You'd fuck me right here!" the intensively fired Beth lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush lips at that moment. "I-Is that what you were going to say, Stan?"
"Goddamn! You… you luscious creature!" he cawed, his lust-inflamed dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. "When, Beth? Tonight? Can you get out…?"
"Whoa, darling… not so fast," Beth reflexively countered, something in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the decorative handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her lightly tinted lip gloss had left on his mouth. It was a subterfuge, a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. "B-Better not let Sara see this hanky," she said, tucking it back into his pocket.
"What… what about tonight? A friend of mine owns a motel a few miles out of town! There won't be any problems…"
"What about Sara?" she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing herself in the position of his vivacious, raven-haired young wife.
He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right up on the little bench for him! Oohhh… she was really so hot it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate! Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and they certainly never appeared in Jay's themes!