Gary and Lil are home but too busy to notice

"Your destination is on the right. Ending route guidance," the sultry navigation voice called Latanya said.

Rashida turned into Hank's driveway, past a screen of bushes at the sidewalk, and up a gentle slope to a broad parking area.

"Looks like Gary and Lil are here," Hank said. Gary's beat-up compact and Lil's little economy car were parked to the side.

"Ooh, guess we'll have to be sneaky," Rashida said.

"Or play it cool till we get behind closed doors," Hank said.

Rashida pulled closer to the house. In the "guest" space was a van with curtained windows lavishly decorated with surfing scenes.

"Your son's a surfer?" Rashida said.

Hank laughed. "More like a slacker," he said. "But he's babysitting Stuart's van while he's catching waves somewhere in the Pacific. Gary told me that Stuart didn't know anyone else he'd trust to take care of it."

"Where do I park?" Rashida asked.

"I'll let you into the garage," Hank said. "Vee's mom and dad are borrowing her car for a road trip, so there's a space free. Pull up to the right side door."

Rashida stopped in front of the right side of Hank and Veevee's attached double garage. Hank got out and tapped a number into the code box on the side of the door. The garage door lifted smoothly and quietly. Hank's sedan, a Japanese luxury model a few years old, was parked on the left side. Hank flagged Rashida into the empty space in front of her.

"You need a plug-in or something?" Hank asked, nodding to Rashida's red electric convertible.

"I'm fine," Rashida said. "Baby Go-Go here has plenty of battery to get me home. So Hank," she said. "Close the door."

Hank pressed the button and the garage door descended and latched closed.

Rashida got out of her car, standing up to her full height. She was taller than her husband Jordan, and nearly as tall as Hank.

"C'mere," Rashida said.

Hank stepped up. Rashida darted a hand inside the waistband of his pants and gripped his penis, still erect from the earlier show Hank had been giving her in the car. Hank sighed.

"Yes, baby," Rashida said, giving Hank another squeeze. "Now you do me."

Awkwardly scrabbling with both hands, Hank pulled up Rashida's sundress and put his hand into the blue, pouch-front shorts that Hank had started the day wearing. Rashida was hot and wet, and raising her dress tickled Hank's nose.

"Yes, Hank," Rashida said. "Touch me."

As Rashida stroked Hank's cock, her hand rubbed against her coral-colored panties that Hank had been wearing since Rashida had made Hank exchange them before lunch.

When Rashida felt Hank's cock throb and buck in her hand, she let him go.

"Okay, Hank, time to be sneaky," Rashida said. "Or innocent. Lead on."

Hank withdrew his hand and let Rashida's dress drop. "Or both," Hank said. "This way."

Hank led Rashida through the inner door into a hallway leading past the pantry to the kitchen. There were cups and dirty dishes on the counter and in the sink, but it wasn't a terrible mess.

"Wait here a sec," Hank said.

Hank looked round the kitchen and living room and back out to the patio and saw nothing of Lil and Gary or their friends.

"Nobody downstairs," Hank said. "I guess they're in their rooms."

Rashida grinned. "I feel extra naughty," she said.

Hank took her hand. She squeezed back tightly as he led her up the carpeted stairs from the living room to the second floor hallway, passing Lil's room first. Hank paused by Lil's door.