“Where’s the clown,” he asked, eyebrows going up to make his big eyes even bigger.
“I’m looking at him,” I replied, looking over my shoulders and making a funny face.
“I hope that face on it is a good as the one you re wearing.
I yanked the clown out of my back pack and held it up to Tony’s face and said, “Methinks thou art most beautiful.”
He blushed. “No, no… Kathy… I’ve got to admit you’re the most beautiful.
We gotta have a name for this guy.”
I jingled the bells on the fool’s cap.
“How about Tony? His nose is bigger and redder but not much.”
Tony touched his nose, a little hurt coming into those innocent eyes. Then a twinkle replaced the hurt. “How about Jack-In-the-Box?”
I caught his drift immediately. “As long as it’s in this box.” I touched the as yet undecorated prop.
“Oh.” He looked infinitely sad for a few moments and then grabbed the clown, a long tube of coiled wire with the head and fools cap on top. He held it down between his legs, the stupid smile and eyes appearing over the edge of the table. “How about Jack Mehoff?”
I’d heard that one before. Guys seemed to play with themselves as much as girls did. Or at least I did. My fingers were itching to get at my cunt, but we had to finish stuffing Jack Mehoff into the box.
“Let’s get to work, then we can discuss the name.”
“Or the action.”
It took us about an hour and a half to make the damned thing pop out right.
Then we had to cover the box with artificial leather and glue on the gold braid and imitation jewels.
All the time, we kept up the jokes. Kept them up until I was certain there was more to them than just jokes. Tony was very close. I could smell his concentration as well as his after shave. Both spicy.
Finally Jack whatever his last name was to be, was finished. Midnight? I never stay up this late. And it was cold.
“Want me to walk you home,” Tony offered. Girls are always afraid of somebody jumping out of the bushes at us. I guess it’s just part of our nature and the meanness of some guys.
“That would be nice.” I slipped into my new coat, which he admired. He was putting his jacket on, stretching to get into the sleeves when I looked down.
Wow. He had a hard-on. We’d been working next to each other for hours and I never noticed it. Of course, his black jeans may have been part of the reason.
I stared at the bulge. My fingers itched. Not that I wanted to get fucked. That was a little advanced for this country girl, but I wouldn’t have minded a little mutual, well Jack Mehoff I guess.
He watched me staring at his crotch and casually put his thumbs in his pockets, long fingers pointing to his basket.
“So, you think Jack Mehoff is too crude a name for our little friend?”
“Well with that red nose and long tail, I guess it looks like a guy’s thing.”
“You guess?”
I must have blushed. I flounced my head, my pony tail flapped across my back, making a swishing noise.
“I got one, want to see?”
I blushed again, but didn’t say anything. Tony took his thumbs out of his pockets and grabbed the top button of his jeans and his waistband. He popped it open.
I couldn’t say anything. I was stunned and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what was going to jump out of the bushes at me. Should I run? Cover my eyes? Scream?
I did none of those things, I just watched as Tony grabbed his zipper tab and pulled down. He wasn’t wearing shorts or anything like that. Seemed to have a jock on. My brothers used to embarrass me at home leaving those around. This one was full of man, though. And from looks of the mesh his dick was up and hard. I watched him spread the flaps, then push up his shirt so I could see his hairy belly.
Well, two could play that game. I popped the Velcro on the front of my coat and unzipped it. Then my jeans button and zipper opened. I wasn’t wearing a jock, but tan panties… cotton… brief. Sheer. You could see my pussy hairs through the weave. I stared into Tony’s eyes. They flicked up and down.
Tony spoke first, a kind of sexy smirk on his face. “So, what do you want to do, play show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”
“We’ve already got a name for it.”
“Ah. Well then, why don’t you show your good intentions and come over here and give me a couple of strokes.”
That was plain enough. My legs were trembling, my cunt puffing up. I could feel the first hints of juices flowing inside my inner lips. Again my fingers itched. I satisfied my itch by stepping toward Tony and reaching for the bulge m his mesh. Wow, I never knew what they meant by a hard-on. Now I was feeling one. It was wonderful. So powerful… throbbing with life. I drew my fingers down the stalk and felt the soft pouch at the bottom. I pinched and came up against his balls. They were as hard as crab apples in August. I squeezed but not to hard Tony moaned. I took my hand away, afraid I’d hurt him.
“Don’t take your hand away. That didn’t hurt. I was just enjoying it.”
“I’ve done my part.”
He looked at me then looked down. We both did. His long fingers spanned the gap between us. I thought he was just going to rub my cunt through my panties. They were going to pick up some wet, I knew.
But instead, he pulled my panties forward and pushed his warm hand down into my bush, his middle finger plowing between my cunt lips, picking up my juice. He crooked his finger as he got to the bottom of my slit and wedged it up in.
This new finger wasn’t at all like my own, but thicker and longer with less finger nail. He kind of crooked it as he kept descending. His other four fingers touched my legs as he flicked up into me.
That felt so good. It’s just difficult to describe. I became bold too now. I used my left hand to pull his jock forward and my right to close around his cock. It was surprisingly thick. And my whole fist closed around it with room to spare at the top and the bottom. I looked down. His dick was redder than the nose on our clown and wet at the tip too. I thought that maybe it was all over.
“Oh, you’ve… cum?
His finger dug deep into me and twisted. My turn to moan. He began to push into and pull out of my cunt in an easy motion. The speed felt familiar but different! matched him stroke for stroke. We just stood there, jacking each other, our beads thrown back.
I could smell us both now. His maleness mingling with my own odors.
“You want to do more than jack it,” he asked.
“This is fine for the moment.”
“You got a nice pussy. My finger moves in and out so easily.”
“You’re my first cock,” I replied.
His dick stiffened in my hand, This is it, the famous orgasm. Nothing happened.
His thumb came up and found my cut. He massaged it until he had two sticky fingers then. I rotated my hand so that my thumb could stroke the oozing hole in the end of his cock. Then I moved my thumb and played with the soft part under the head.
“You want to finish off, or play some more?”
I closed my eyes and thought while I continued to match his rhythm. A cock in the hand didn’t feel half bad. I, didn’t know if I wanted it up my snatch or not. I just went with the feelings. His free hand grabbed my wrist, holding my jacking hand still.
“Don’t want to paint your nice coat.”
“Left pocket.”
“Huh?”
“Tissues.”
He misunderstood and reached to my right pocket with his left hand.
My voice sounded tight to me and I knew why. His thumb was working one trigger and his long middle finger another. I felt my eyes cloud over. My whole body began to shake. He massaged harder and faster.
I forgot about his cock entirely at that moment. I was just intent on getting off myself. And I did. A double whammy within seconds of each other. I came and came, my whole body on fire with it. He slowed down.