Rick and Taylor go on a hunt for privacy

"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.

"Stay quiet and maybe they won't look at us," warned Jake.

"Maybe now would be a good time for me to duck under the table and blow you," suggested Abbie with a wink.

"No!" whispered Jake.

Abbie squeezed his dick and jerked it a little harder. She licked her lips and looked at him. "Too bad," she pouted.

Taylor was a little bit ahead of Rick. They looked like teenagers, flirting and chasing each other. Taylor spun around once or twice to look back at Rick, bouncing up and down a little as she moved.

To both Abbie and Jake, it definitely appeared that the two of them were engaged in something playful, energetic, and intimate. The way they looked at one another -- it wasn't an aura of general friendship, and it wasn't two people who were a couple. It was quick, electric, and most definitely taboo.

Taylor's shirt was partially unbuttoned. As she danced across the lawn, the front of the blouse fluttered open a bit, and Abbie caught a glimpse of Taylor's bra -- a glimpse likely unintended amidst typical country club company.

Rick moved more slowly in pursuit. Jake wondered if it was because he was less interested than Taylor -- he had a wife, after all. Abbie noticed that Rick's shirt was untucked, which drew her attention to the front of his pants, where she saw a prominent bulge.

"He's still hard," she whispered to Jake. "They were definitely doing something back there."

Jake chuckled. "Just like us," he said.

"Just like us!" piped Abbie.

Taylor skipped a little further ahead, but something she saw (perhaps that she was getting close to the club again) made her stop short. She looked down at her shirt, and quickly adjusted the buttons.

"Come on," she said, extending her hand toward Rick.

He caught up to her, and pushed down on his pants, probably in an effort to mask his erection. Just before disappearing from Jake and Abbie's earshot, he said, "Christ, Taylor, I'm still hard, we have to ..."

"You think they're heading for the pantry?" said Abbie.

"The pantry?" said Jake, oblivious. "Why?"

"I mean it metaphorically. The pantry."

It took Jake one more beat before he realized what she meant. "Oh, of course. And yes, I think they're heading for the pantry. Or whatever, some place they can use as a, you know, pantry."

Abbie laughed and squeezed Jake's cock again. "We could go after them," she said. "We've had good luck in the pantry before."

Jake sighed and shook his head. "That was like an hour ago. Fuck, Abbie, that was literally like an hour ago." He gazed at her in a combination of disbelief and awe.

"If you didn't turn me on so much, I wouldn't need you all the time."

When she said that, Jake felt his dick stiffen further. He took a quick and deep breath.

"Ooh, I like the feeling of that," said Abbie.

"We should find a good place to continue what we have going on here," said Jake. "But not here. I don't really want to get interrupted."

"Good idea." Abbie checked the vicinity. "Where should we go?"