Cum Help at the Craft Show

Of course, Robin was into gardening, and that's what brought us together... but she was into floral arranging, using dried flowers. She was good at it, so she sold arrangements at a couple different craft shows around the area.

That's where Darin and I (and her son Chris) came into the picture, because she needed help hauling things and setting up her booth. The Craft Show was being held at the grade school where both her kids attended.

When she first asked us, we both rolled our eyes, but Darin was quick to use an upcoming test as an excuse. At which point, I looked at him with some doubt and called him a "Weasel."

He grinned, happily announcing, "It's a very important test...20% of the grade."

I responded, grinning, "Fine... but I think I'd rather take the test."

Then it got a little muddier when she informed me that Brad, her ex-husband, would be there with his coffee truck. I got along with him okay, but being the new guy, there was always a little bit of tension between us.

He and his wife had a coffee truck as a side business, and of course, that was the first thing I noticed when we drove in. The truck was parked right by the door.

Nearly finished with the booth, we got Chris set up with a cash box and headed out for the last load. We went past the coffee truck, but Brad wasn't there. Robin and the new wife exchanged pleasantries, and she informed us that he was on his way with pastries they planned to sell.

I said, "That sounds good, we'll be back after we get everything setup and running."

We went out to grab the last couple boxes, when I grinned, "You look hot in that skirt... and sweatshirt."

She smiled, "And you look hot in those jeans... but you always do." She sat her box down, "I want you to know, how happy I am with you... and not somebody else."

Of course, I knew who she was referring to, and she rambled on, "Every time I see Gina, I feel sorry for her, but she made that choice, and they seem okay... I don't know?"

"But I do know you deserve a little kiss, for being so sweet and helping me out today... but you're gonna have to sit that box down."

I sat the box on the pavement, and we melted into a steamy, passionate kiss. I put my hands on her waist, and pressed my lips into hers, pushing her back against the Jeep.

Then she moaned into my lips and started to loosen my belt. When we came up for air, she had a sexy grin, "I know we didn't have time this morning, but maybe just a quickie, in the jeep?" With her pawing my crotch and her tongue dancing over my tongue, she had my brain scrambled... and we were about to screw in the parking lot, at a fucking Craft Show. We were at the very back of the lot, with little risk of being caught, but it was still crazy shit... right?

I could barely think, but managed to speak, "There, let's go behind that... that bus garage. It'll be more private."

Looking around, I didn't see anyone, but we took off, leaving our boxes behind Jeep.

The minute we got behind the garage, she got my pants down and dropped to her knees. I moaned, "Fuckkkk... Robin... ahhhh Robin... yeah... yeah... keep that up."

She wildly licked all over the shaft, driving it into her throat, as I moaned, "Oh yeah... fuckkkkkk... yeah... yeah... mmmm... fucccckkkkkk!"

Her pillowy lips bobbed up and down the shaft, each time reaching for the base. When I took over, pumping my pubes into her face, I grunted, "Yeah... yeah... take it all... yeah... yeah, just... just like that.

After face-fucking I leaned her over a bench, surrounded by cigarette butts... a little disgusting but it didn't matter, we were both getting what we both needed.

Eagerly flipping her skirt up, and pushing her panties aside, I started pumping my cock inside. Rock-hard and covered with spit, it slipped effortlessly into her arousal, and welcomed with pleasured moans, "Ohhhh... god yeah... oh yeah... Robbbbbb!"

I pumped sensuously slow, savoring every inch of her tight-gripping pussy. Quickly glancing left and right to see if we were alone, the fear of getting caught completely evaporated as I watched my cock go balls deep, and I felt that hot little ass pressing against me.

She gasped as I pumped into her, "Ahhhh... ahhhh... fuck Rob!"

Grinding my cock as deep as she could as she rocked back to meet me, she couldn't hold back her pleasured moans.

I groaned, "Ohhhh yeah... Robin... yeah... yeah... fuck me back... drive that cock deep... yeah... yeah... yeah, fuck yourself on it... fucccckkkkk yourself!"

That went on for a quick minute before she started rubbing herself, and begging, "Mmmm... Rob... Rob, fuck me... oh god... fuck me... fuck meeeee!"

She stood with her legs spread wide, giving me room, and I started slamming her wet pussy, grunting with manly need, as she begged, "Yeah... yeah... yeah... finish me off... fuck meeeee!"

She was rubbing furiously, as her body lurched forward with my thrusts, "Oh Rob... yessss... yesssss... yessss... ohhhh... fuuuucccckkkkk... fuuuuucccckkkk... mmmmeeeeeeee!"

"Fuccckkkkk... mmmmmeeeeeee!"

Hungering for pleasure, she moaned louder, Oh goddddd... keeeep fuckin meeeee... yesssssss... yesssssssss!"

Feeling her flex around my dick, had me throbbing closer and closer. She was still shuddering in the aftermath, but I was yearning for release and thrusting harder.

I propped her leg up on the bench, spreading her even wider, while she was gripping the bench and hanging on.

I could feel it building, and my body shuddered, ready to finish... I slammed forward, grinding as deep as I could, and feeling each aching release painting her steamy insides.

Gripping her thighs tight, I rode out the ecstasy and filled her pussy. When it subsided, I could feel the fertile warmth enveloping my rock-hard shaft, still throbbing in her core.

I remember her moaning, "Mmmm... thank you sweetie... that's so hot... so perfect!"

Then I looked up after fucking the shit out of her and found a guy standing at the very corner of the building. Being a little distracted by Robin, I jumped from being startled, and I'm sure he saw me, but I turned away, "Shitttt!"

"What's wrong?"

I whispered, "Don't look... look straight ahead... you're not going to believe this, but it's Brad... your ex has got his dick out, and he's watching us... and jerking off... successfully, too."

"You are fucking kidding!"

"Nope, there's cum dripping from his hand."

That's where she glanced over at him, "Yup... that's Brad... damn it!"

When I pulled out, I had to show off and assert my claim on his former wife. It was childish, but I decided to stare him down and fuck'r to show him who's boss.

I watched his eyes focus on the cock in my hand. Still rigid as fuck and coated with sex, I slapped her ass with it and shoved back inside, fucking into the creamy aftermath. I humped deep with long, exaggerated strokes, whispering to Robin, "I just wanna show him how to satisfy a woman... you know?"

She recognized the teenage behavior, and giggled, "I guess that shows him who's alpha... mmmm... but it does feel good... really good. I could really go again, but we need to get back before Chris has a meltdown... and I get to deal with Brad."

Now it was clear that he'd been caught, and we were talking about the situation. I doubt he heard much of what was said, but it was like he was frozen, ready to accept the consequences.

Robin straightened her skirt, walking up to him, "Brad, put that away... and how long have you been watching?"

"I'm sorry... it wasn't that long."

"Obviously, it was long enough... but you always were a two-pump-chuck!"

He shook his head, as I was zipping up, "Look, I'm not the one screwing her boyfriend at a fucking Craft Show!"

"Brad, it's just pervy to stand there and watch us!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it... it was like a movie... like a fuckin' movie." Then he nodded, looking at me, "Geeezusss... holy fuckin' shit... dude, you got some meat down there!"

Then he looked back at Robin, grinning, "It's a wonder you're still able to walk!"

"Just stop, Brad... why are you here?"

"Well, I came out looking for you and I saw you headed back here... I just wanted to offer "our son" a summer job in the coffee truck... but I wanted to check with you first, and then this shit happened."

Robin was blushing but still angry, "Did you really need to stand there and jack off... fuck Brad! I guess I don't mind being watched, but it's creepy... you know."

"I know, but I said I was sorry."

"Look this's just one more thing between us that doesn't work; it'll turn into an argument... but I respect how you really try with the kids... Brad... I'm sorry, too... and I got no problem with Chris working a summer job... or after school."

As we walked back up to the car, Brad continued, "Good... it'll be just a couple Saturdays during school, but it might be several days a week this summer, because we've got a couple festivals or carnivals... and a farmer's market or two." Before going back to his truck, he turned, "Look... I am sorry."

Robin nodded, "Thanks Brad."

As he walked away, I lowered my voice and covered my mouth, "Well, you weren't kidding about small. There's nothing wrong with being on the small side of normal, but damn... you'd hardly feel that thing."

She nodded, "That was a problem, but it made him work twice as hard sometimes." She giggled shaking her head, "I don't think you are, but I'm gonna say it anyway. You don't need to worry... because even when he worked hard at it, it never came close to what we just did... and that was behind a damned bus garage!"

I nodded, "Look... I promise you next time... I'm choosing a better location... no smoker's bench and no ex-husband!"

She grinned, "Does that mean you're open to another Craft Show? That's what I'm hearing you say... wow, you're so sweet and generous with your time."

I realized I'd sort-of committed myself and tried to backpedal, laughing, "I was talking about sex... the next time we have sex... not another Craft Show."

She grinned, knowing I'd always help her whenever she needed something, "Maybe that's what you get for working a Craft Show... but maybe we do it before and after... but only if you're good and well-behaved."

It was about twenty or twenty-five minutes after we went to get the last load, before we got back to Chris. He was doing surprisingly well and even sold a few things.

"Why'd it take so long?"

"Well... baby, we just got to talking and things... and ran into your father. Good news... it sounds like he's got a job for you!"

My grin met hers, knowing that it was a stretch to describe what happened as "talking and things," but then a lady was showing interest in a rusted bucket, filled with dried flowers.

I smiled, "Yeah, we got $30 on it... it's a rustic country look," and then joked, "or maybe it's a rusted country look."

She laughed, pulling cash out of her wallet, "I love it... and I'll take it! It's just cute!

After she walked away with the bucket, I looked at Robin, joking, "I think she called me cute."

She shook her head, "You are cute, but nobody's buying you... you're all mine. Remember, less to pack up... if we keep selling."

It was a weird turn on, watching her in-the-zone and selling dried flowers, knowing I'd fucked her brains out and her panties were probably soaked. Of course, I had to go there, whispering in her ear, "Are your panties still wet?"

She shook her head, "Stop... but yes they are... they're just moist, because they've dried some."

I whispered, "Maybe you need to carry a fresh pair when you're working a Craft Show." She was shaking her head, when I added, "I just thought about Darin... you know he's gonna be sorry he missed out on the Craft Show when we tell him!"

"He will be, but its best that he wasn't involved. That would've been a scene... with Brad watching the three of us go at it."

"We've just got less than two hours... and where'd Chris go?

"He walked by about twenty minutes ago with two girls when you had a customer. I heard them commiserating because their parents were making them work, too... or he might be gettin' some at the Craft Show." I grinned, teasing her, "You know that happens sometimes."

She laughed, "You need to stop... and focus on selling."

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Later that evening, after everything that didn't sell was back in her workshop, and we were finishing off a second glass of a dry cab, "We did good today, still made $435, after giving Chris his $30 for helping. I need to cut some more yarrow, strawflowers and statice for the next show... maybe tomorrow... and get them drying."

She shook her head, "Craft show chaos... we made money, but the Brad encounter!" She laughed, "That was nuts... and I'm sorry, your girlfriend comes with some baggage. I feel like I owe you big time... for putting up with things."

I grinned, "Do I get $30, too."

"No... you get something precious... and much more satisfying."

That's where she jumped into my lap, and straddled my legs, starting a wildly heated make out session. I anxiously wrapped her in my arms, mashing my lips into hers. It was hot as fuck, but it wasn't more than two or three minutes before she was buck-naked and riding me.

Guiding me to her wetness, she pushed the head inside her pussy with a lusty groan. Quivering with need, she savored its girth with a tight, gripping flex, moaning as she lowered herself onto my cock.

Anxiously bouncing up and down, "Ahhhh, that's it... that's what I need... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... yeah... that's what I need!"

Her tits bobbed sensuously, and I leaned in to get my lips on a nipple. Sucking while it was within reach, I moaned as she raised herself off my lap and tugged it from my lips, "Mmmm... yeah... you are what I need... your pussy... oh yeah, that pussy... your tits... your whole body!"

She groaned, working her pussy up and down the hard shaft, "Yeah... yeah... ahhhh... ahhhh... so good... ahhhh... feels so... so fucking good!"

Picking up the pace and riding faster, she teased me, "Fuck... yeah... yeah... yeah... I got myself a hot Craft Show Stud!"

I grinned, "and I think I got myself a hot Craft Show Babe!"

She looked into my eyes, with a sexy grin, "Now give me that cock... and your sexy Craft Show Babe might give you a little cash bonus!"

I started humping up into her, driving my dick deep into her pussy. Rolling her hips to meet my thrusts, she squealed with delight, as her pussy lips rippled up and down the shaft. Eagerly taking every last inch, she rode it from tip to base, each time coming to rest in pubes.

I moaned, "Yeah... fuck'n ride it... ride it... yeah, ride it... uhhhh... ahhhh... god damn... yeah... yeah... yeah... ahhhh... ahhhh... fuck... fuck yeah!"

Her perky tits danced up and down, and again I couldn't resist. Pulling her forward, I locked my lips around a nipple, teasing it with my tongue.

She reached between her legs, and fingered herself, "Yeah, gimme that dick... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... fuck me... ahhhh... yeah, gimme that big... that big dickkkkkk!"

She moaned, "Oh God... yeah, don't stop... don't... don't... don't stop!" Then her head nodded forward and her eyes rolled back, as the orgasm overwhelmed her, and I felt her pussy shudder.

Her whole body shuddered as it rippled through her body, "Oh Rob... Rob... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... fuckkkkkk... fucccckkkkkkk... oh god.... fuckkkkkkkk!"

With waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, she moaned, "Oh Rob... don't stop... don't stop... fuck me... yeah, fuck me... don't stop... ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... good... so good!"

Once it passed, she felt limp and relaxed, and I lifted her off my dick, only to have her lean back over me to watch me stroke one out.

Pussy-soaked, cream-flecked and glistening in the warm candlelight, my dick was standing rock-hard and proud. I worked my fist over the shaft, feeling the throbbing warmth and satisfying heft in my hand.

Mesmerized by my cock, she moaned, "Mmmm... give it to me!"

That's where I closed my eyes, stroking and savoring the mounting ecstasy, "Fuckkkk... fuck yeah... yeah... yeah!"

My body tightened as I gripped it with both hands and pumped out thick strands. When it erupted, it splashed over her tits and she squealed, "Yesssss... give it to me... give it to meeeeee!"

I squeezed out every last drop, as she ran her fingers through the manly warmth on her tits, "Mmmm, that's so hot," she whispered. She brought it up to her lips and slurped it into her mouth, hold it on her tongue.

She swallowed and got the sexy Robin-smile, "Mmmm... I taste another Craft Show coming soon."

Then she wrapped her lips around the head, letting it rest on her tongue. My cock was still throbbing, and I felt her moan, "Mmmmmmm!"

I decided to tease her, "I'm sure there will be more Craft Shows in the future... but I wouldn't mind the $30."