We rode in silence for a moment and then Donna said, “There’s a funny story about Ron. He’s relatively new in town. All the other local cops grew up here and most of them were thugs and bullies back in school. I was interested in him when he started coming into the diner for breakfast. He was a new face of eligible age and I gave him the once over. I could tell he was more interested than a once over and he came to the diner every day. He always sat in the wrap-around booth alone and he’d move to the middle so I had to lean way over the table to deliver his order. He’d always look down my shirt. I flirted with him a little at first. He’d always order a coffee and a bunch of napkins. I thought it was kind of weird but I gave him what he ordered. He’d slowly drink his coffee as his eyes followed me everywhere. Then he’d stuff the napkins inside the empty cup and leave. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable under his constant gaze. Then one day I found out what the napkins were for. He was jerking off under the table and cumming into the wad of napkins. Then he’d shove the napkins in the coffee cup. One morning, the napkins wouldn’t just fall into the trash so I had to reach in and pull them out. I was really grossed out when I realized my fingers were covered with his cum. I never let on that I knew what he was doing in that booth and I never touched the napkins again either.” She shuddered and said, “Creepy, huh?”
Donna moves in with Jack and becomes infatuated with Priya – Part 12
I nodded and said, “I guess he was sure wishing he was me behind the wheel, huh?”
Donna shuddered and said, “The thought makes my skin crawl.”
In the garage I got my flaccid dick back in my pants and zipped up before carrying all of Donna’s things inside. I put them on my bed while Donna tried to figure out where to put them. There were two small closets and my clothes were in both of them. I had to prioritize my clothes into one closet with the overflow going upstairs to the spare bedroom closet, displacing Eddie’s clothes which I moved to the bed. The newly emptied closet in my, or rather, our bedroom wouldn’t hold all the clothes that Donna brought, so she had to relegate her summer clothes to the spare bedroom too.
We didn’t get back to finishing what Donna had started in the car, but she more than made up for it that night after she got home from work. She sucked on orgasm out of me and then rode me like a bucking bronco through another one and got herself off three times before she collapsed in my arms gasping for air. I held her tight to me as we both fell off to sleep. I woke only once in the night and she was still lying on top of me with her face on my chest. I smiled when I realized that she was drooling on my chest. I kissed her forehead and she softly moaned and we were back to sleep again.
With dawn brightening the windows, I realized that my morning woody was sticking up like a flagpole between her thighs. There wasn’t anything I could do about it until Donna woke up and rolled off me. I laid there quite a while trying to get my cock to go down but the thought of where my cock was at that moment only made it harder. Then Donna suddenly stirred and slurped in the drool and giggled as she raised her head and said, “Sorry. I guess this face down position caused me to drool on you.” She scooched up higher so we could kiss and she suddenly realized what was between her thighs. She smiled up at me and cooed, “Oooo. Is that for me?” as she lifted her ass up the full length of my shaft and slowly dropped it back down again. She trembled from the sensation.