Go Back and Wait

You wait around for another moment or two, then slink back to the pavilion with your heart broken. Another seventeen minutes go by, your little cock throbbing beneath your shorts in denied lust. You can't control yourself, and taking a more discreet spot at the empty pavillion you begin to stroke yourself inside your athletic shorts. You cum almost as soon as your hand pumps down the first time, and you can't pull your shorts off fast enough, catching most of your meager load in the crotch of your shorts. They visibly damps now, and you begin to panic, your fear accentuated as soon you see the tall, toned figure of Courtney walking over. Something was odd about her gait, it seemed almost like she was limping, and you realize with sadness that she must've been fucking him in the car after you left. Her booty shorts are clearly inside out, did she even try to pretend that didn't happen you wonder. She seems already flustered and out of breath as she reaches you, with a hint of embarrassment, though it's nothing compared to what you feel.

Flushed she says, “Sorry I’m late anon… there was a a lot of traffic. Have you been waiting long?”

You mutter something under your breath about how you've been waiting a little bit, asking her how her day's been so far, though you already know the answer. Part of you wants to ask her about the car, just to see what she'd say. The other part is scared of what she'd think if she knew you saw her.