Bring subtle compliments

Things were just starting to reach their peak. Your soft hand was pistoning up and down the limber shaft it held, recognising every bump and vein it passed over. Above, Trev's kiss was full of the passion of a young man approaching climax; that driving, unhinged press of a mouth against yours that always seemed very much the victory lap for an amateur sexual athlete such as yourself. This was the crest of the wave that you wished to ride for as long as possible. The golden minute where every slightest movement clearly sent ricochets rivuleting up your current partner's spine. You didn’t like to think of yourself as a tease… but when you had someone in such a state, it was just too fun to balance them on the edge of their vulnerabilities.

Of course… there were risks to such games. Not least when you happened to be playing them in quite a public place. Neither you nor Trev had any notion that the two new arrivals were approaching… until the very moment they bustled in through the sheeting torrent!

Fortunately, they seemed to be sufficiently buried inside their pulled tight hoods and distracted by the unpleasantness of it all… to not notice what had been happening inside the shelter they hurried towards. Quickly, you managed to slip the front of Trev's giant hoody over his exposed genitalia. Pulling your arms in too, so you were now wearing more of a floppy poncho and could keep all evidence of indecent exposure hugged close to your own body.

"Oh! Hello dears…" Offered one of the newcomers, clearly as surprised to find you there when she lifted her sodden hood out the way as you were. The face that was revealed was grey and wrinkled, but friendly. Traits that were all equally shared by her companion. They each spent several moments shaking of the vast amount of excess water they had brought with them. You and Trev remained effectively paralysed by the predicament you were caught in. All too aware that you were now holding his naked penis in a two-handed grip of fear, hidden only by that ill-fitting garment he had thrown over you.

"Ah, we've caught a pair of young lovers!" Exclaimed the other old lady, having finally taken stock of you. "Are you in the middle of eloping, sweeties?"

"N-no we're… we're just friends!" You blurted out, before realising that the closeness at which you and Trev were standing together… Not to mention his hands upon your backside… Made such a claim even more complicated and likely to draw closer looks.

"Pfft. Don't tease them, Mabel!" Snorted the first lady. "I remember you walking out with a few close 'friends' yourself… back in the day. Though were never half so pretty as this young lady!"

You blushed furiously at that, still caught up in the embarrassment of your slip up… not to mention the twitching phallus between your palms. You even caught yourself jacking it off again a little, just from subconscious nervous energy. Trev gave you a worried glance.

The old women were still chiding each other though: poking in the way only long, long time companions could. "Only the ones you had already got your claws in and thrown back, Ethel dear. Though I agree… She is twice the looker of either of us in our heyday. You'll have to tell us your secrets, Lovely."

All these compliments were sending you into a whirl. It still made you quite giddy whenever anyone told you how beautiful a woman you made. The only problem was, such elation drove you further into the horny madness that remained from holding Trev at the point of orgasm just minutes before. You couldn’t stop yourself from continuing to build him back up to that point; right under the noses of these two kind, old biddies.

All you could do was mutter shy noncommittal replies to their nattering… while trying to shield the movements beneath the hoody with your body.

"This really came quite suddenly…" Blurted out 'Mabel', having moved on to discussing the weather. "Hardly any build up at all."

"Ah, but sometimes He does that… Just pours out all over us, without warning." Replied Ethel, pointing toward the heavens above.

"I suppose we shouldn't complain… it does no harm to get a little wet, now and then."

"It's a blessing, in fact… a splash've Heaven. A girl should be happy to get so dampened…"

It was all getting a bit too much for Trev. He hadn’t spoken a word since your elderly guests had arrived, yet you could hear the rasping increases in his breathing. Feel the throbbing twitches between your interlaced fingers. With a just-about-restrained grunt… you felt him topple over the edge he'd been so cruelly kept dancing on. A warm, viscous shower of your own splashed out onto the midsection of your dress… sticking it against your belly beneath somewhat. Spurt after spurt after spurt… it just kept pouring out onto you, as practiced hands could not help but wring out every drop that they could. All you could offer was a manic, beaming grin up at him while both of you tried to maintain the pretence that nothing untoward was happening. Yet, you squeezed and tugged upon his fleshy shaft… milking it for every drop it was worth.

"Oh! There's our bus!" Called out one of the old ladies, buried in the background of your mind.

"Well, lovely to meet you both!" Said the other, as a hiss of brakes and splash of a puddle indicated the vehicle was indeed, here.

"Be good to one another!" They called out in unison, cackling as their voices faded. Followed by further splashes and the growl of a large engine.

Then you and Trev were alone again… and fell on each other at once. The squelch of his jizz between your embracing bodies, both horrendous… and wonderful.