“Oh my god,” Jetta moaned.
Jax continued thrusting his fingers into her pussy and licking her clit as her hips jerked and twitched. Orgasm contractions gripped his fingers tightly. He loved knowing he gave her pleasure.
“Enough. Enough,” she said scooting back from his fingers and tongue.
He stood up next to the bed as she sat up. Jetta leaned towards Jax, as he started to get onto the bed; planting a kiss on his lips, she tasted herself. Grabbing his hard cock, “This,” shaking his cock, “will have to wait until we get back from the hardware store.”
“We need to get going,” Jetta said sliding off the bed.
Two hours later and Jetta was ready to go back home and hide under the covers. Next time she promised herself, blow him before going to the hardware store; a solid hour of non-stop puns and jokes.
“Babe. Babe,” Jax shouted from the other end of the aisle, “look, I got HARD wood.”
She looked knowing what she would see…and, yes, he was holding up another plank of wood. Jetta shook her head in silent laughter. A quick trip to pick up supplies for the summer and the deck, that was the plan, unfortunately, for her, Jax was in a mood. She turned to shout at him, but he disappeared again, like a kid in a candy store.
Jetta heard a cart with squeaky wheels approaching, she whirled ready for another of Jax’s puns and to give him a small piece of her mind. The old man pushing the cart stopped, a shocked look flashed across his face. The heat of embarrassment washed over Jetta’s face.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, “I thought you were someone else.”
“I am glad I am not that person,” Old Man Jenkins replied.
“Really, I am sorry. It’s been a long shopping trip.”
“What are you here for?” Jenkins asked.
“Summer outdoor supplies and some stuff to fix the deck. What are you here for?”
Jenkins hesitated for a moment, pretending to clean off his glasses, “Um…I have a special project. I..uh…am finishing up my basement. Making the room I have always wanted,” he said in a rush.
“That sounds interesting,” Jetta replied.
“Wanna screw,” Jax said from behind her holding the largest screw she had ever seen in front of her face.
Old Man Jenkins laughed. His laughing got Jetta to laugh. Jetta grabbed the screw out of his hand and looked over her shoulder at Jax with her best, “not right now look.” Jax smiled like nothing had happened.
“He thought it was funny,” Jax said of Jenkins who was still laughing.
“This is my better half, Jax,” Jetta said.
“Hello,” Jax said, “I see you have hard wood too?”
All three of the giggled and snorted.
“I think I found what we are looking for a couple of aisles over,” Jax said to Jetta.
“Have you seen rope?” Jenkins asked Jax.
Jax thought for a moment, a mischievous look on his face, “Two aisle over next to the blue balls.”
Jetta nudged Jax in the ribs and gave him “the look” again.
“What?” Jax started, “There is a bin of blue balls. You know for kids.”
“Thank you,” Jenkins replied shaking his head and laughing, “It was nice meeting you both. Maybe our paths will cross again.”
“Nice meeting you,” Jetta said.
Old Man Jenkins went one way and Jax and Jetta went another way.