Quick! Hide!

Your fear of being caught red-handed by Mrs. Cleft overcomes the trance of pleasure Mr. Wood's tongue has put you in. You push the older man's face away from your slippery slit and you leap to your feet.

"Quick!" You cry, dragging him upright. "We've got to hide!"

The door is already opening. There's no time to worry about the clothes. You grab Mr. Wood by the hand and run for the nearest door. The...linen closet. The two of you barely feet between the racks of fuzzy towels. You can hear Mrs. Cleft's footsteps entering your house as the slatted door closes behind you.

"Hello?" She calls. "I know somebody is here."

You wriggle past Mr. Wood's bulk and push your naked body against the wooden slats of the door. You can just peer out if you press your face against the slats. Behind you, Mr. Wood is breathing heavily. His hands rest on your hips and you can feel his hard cock pressing against your butt.

"No funny business," you whisper to him.

"Joy!?" Mrs. Cleft yells.

Her footsteps are getting closer. You can see her, she's turning towards the linen closet...and moving on...towards the bathroom.

Mr. Wood's hand reaches around and his fingers begin to play with your pussy. You want to yell at him, but you're afraid even turning in the confined space might alert Mrs. Cleft to your presence.

You see the bathroom light going on. She shoves aside the shower curtain and stomps back out of the bathroom. She stands in the doorway, looking around the ground floor of your house. Behind you, Mr. Wood becomes more and more insistent.