Rick and Taylor stop by for an awkward conversation

"Which way?" It was a woman's voice, though neither Jake nor Abbie recognized it.

The sound of the voice was close enough to freeze Jake and Abbie in place. The distraction was enough to push Jake further from climaxing, though Abbie didn't release her grip on his cock. She continued idly stroking him, but both of them were newly focused on the woman's voice.

"Back inside?" said a man.

"It's Rick!" hissed Jake.

Abbie laughed a little and sat up straight. She looked past Jake and saw Rick and Taylor walking away from their table, and vaguely back toward the country club -- a path that would take them right by Jake and Abbie.

"What, are you going to call out to them?" Jake asked, immediately regretting the form of the question.

Abbie shrugged. "Okay." Without letting go of Jake's dick under the table, she tilted her head forward. "Hey there!"

Jake groaned in dismay. This was not at all how he thought his hidden handjob with Abbie would go.

Rick and Taylor turned and saw Abbie smiling at them. Taylor waved weakly. Rick stood behind Taylor.

"Hi," said Abbie. "I saw you walking by, thought I'd say hello."

"Uh, hey there. I'm Rick." He awkwardly did not step forward as he introduced himself.

"Taylor," said Taylor, gesturing to herself, tapping her chest. As she did, she felt something on her shirt, and began to fiddle with the buttons. Several of them were undone, perhaps more than would normally be considered appropriate at a country club.

Abbie didn't stop jerking Jake's dick under the table, confident that Rick and Taylor couldn't see. "I'm Abbie. This is Jake. It's nice to meet you."

Jake couldn't quite register the fact that Abbie was holding a completely normal conversation while simultaneously giving him a handjob. And as he watched Taylor try to subtly rebutton her blouse, he had to acknowledge that Rick and Taylor were likely in the middle of something as well. The roleplay with Abbie had begun with the imagination that Taylor was doing something dirty, but maybe it was actually true.

"We're in the --" Taylor gasped mid-sentence, her body jolting forward slightly. "-- in the wedding party."

Abbie smirked. She was sure Rick had just pinched Taylor's butt, which was what made her gasp.

"And," said Rick, "we were just, um ... heading back inside."

Taylor looked at him. "Right, to, um ..."

Abbie was no fool, and recognized the stammering as an unplanned effort to make up a story.

"To talk to Staci," said Taylor.

"... to get more food," said Rick at the same time. They both giggled at each other, realizing the failure of their cover story. Taylor took a few steps back toward the main building.

Abbie saw Rick quickly aim to catch up, and noticed a bit of a bulge in his pants. Rick saw her notice, and blushed a bit. Abbie bit her lip, and winked at Rick, making him blush more. "It was nice to meet you both."

Rick quickly caught up to Taylor and put an arm around her waist. As they moved away swiftly, the last thing Abbie and Jake heard was Rick saying, "Christ, Taylor, I'm still hard, we have to ..."

Abbie watched them disappear from view, and never stopped running her hand up and down on Jake's dick the entire time.

"So that was fun," said Jake dryly.

Abbie laughed. "That was absolutely fun! Do you think they knew what we were doing?"

"Um, yes!" said Jake.

"Well, even if they did," began Abbie, "I think they were in the middle of something too. Did you see her shirt?"

Jake nodded. "I did."

"And did you see his pants?"

"I did not," said Jake.

Abbie smirked at him. "I did." She sighed. "Looked good."

Jake took a deep breath. "So you think they're off to find some new place to finish their business?"

"Absolutely," agreed Abbie.

"How about we do the same? I don't really want to get interrupted again."

"Ooh, good idea." Abbie checked the vicinity. "Where should we go?"