12-04-2019, 03:04 PM
Tapestries of Led Zeppelin album covers hung on the walls of the van's interior and another formed a curtain between the rear of the van and the two front seats. Troy was hit by the mingling scents of weed and patchouli permanently infused into the van's interior as he saw that most of the back of the van was taken up by a bed covered with pillows and blankets with imprints of large boxes on them. What Troy admired most was how well-kept everything was. It looked like he'd driven the rolling tribute to a bygone culture from the year 1977 straight to the park. Julie gave a wave to the man at the figurine stand, who nodded and waved back as she led Troy inside.
"That's John," she told Troy. "When I asked for something, he said he had to get it out of the van. I knew anyone who drives a van and sells pewter and crystal figurines at an outdoor flea market; that van's GOTTA be a bitchin' 70's Shaggin'-Waggin', and I was right. He's agreed to let us use it when we need it today, Master. And I need it." Julie slipped out of her dress. Troy turned from admiring the authentic décor to admiring his best friend as she reached up and unhooked her bra.
"Did you pay him, Mistress?" Troy asked as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. "This is, like, an honor and a service. It wouldn't count as giving someone money for a privilege like this, and I wouldn't want you Doing What We Do..." Julie cut him off.
"It's ok. I traded him a big bottle of pills for it."
"Ok, fine, don't tell me," Troy said as he maneuvered his pants down around his erection. She removed her bra and flung it at him. Troy looked away from her for a moment and broke out of the lust haze in his head to notice that the side door was still open. They couldn't be seen from the street, but John at his stand had a decent view of them. His gaze was focused on Julie pulling down and stepping out of her wet panties.
"Well, maybe we should leave him a little tip." She looked over at John as she picked up her panties with one finger and dbangd them over her shoulder as if they were a jacket she'd been carrying. She smiled and made a show of "accidentally" dropping them and shrugging her shoulders as if to say "Oh well, guess they're just lost now."
Troy hadn't removed his underwear yet. He bowed his head and made a gesture of doffing an invisible cap to John. He responded with a salute as Troy closed the door. Julie shoved him onto the bed and pulled his underwear off before jumping on top of him.
"Trust my Math Boy to come up with 'hey, let's go around helping people with their problems' as a fun Saturday activity," Julie said between kisses.
"Trust my Sunflower to come up with 'hey, let's turn it into a sexy hypno game.'" Troy replied.
"What?" Julie asked. "What's wrong with programming each other so after every person we help, we start fantasizing about each other more and more until one of us cracks and needs the other right now?"
"Not a damn thing, Mistress. Just remember that the one who can't take it anymore has to make sure the other cums first."
Troy slid his arms down to her hips to push her down onto him when Julie rolled off.
"No, Master, you're on top today. We're in a 70s van, they only knew about missionary. It's the rules."
* * *
About half an hour later, the van door opened. Troy and Julie emerged dressed again except for Julie's abandoned panties.
"We still haven't settled on a prize, Master," Julie said as she picked up her shopping bag. Troy smiled.
"Winner gets to even the score when we get home?"
"Love it! And you."
The two of them walked back toward the crowd, kissed each other goodbye, and walked away in different directions.
"That's John," she told Troy. "When I asked for something, he said he had to get it out of the van. I knew anyone who drives a van and sells pewter and crystal figurines at an outdoor flea market; that van's GOTTA be a bitchin' 70's Shaggin'-Waggin', and I was right. He's agreed to let us use it when we need it today, Master. And I need it." Julie slipped out of her dress. Troy turned from admiring the authentic décor to admiring his best friend as she reached up and unhooked her bra.
"Did you pay him, Mistress?" Troy asked as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. "This is, like, an honor and a service. It wouldn't count as giving someone money for a privilege like this, and I wouldn't want you Doing What We Do..." Julie cut him off.
"It's ok. I traded him a big bottle of pills for it."
"Ok, fine, don't tell me," Troy said as he maneuvered his pants down around his erection. She removed her bra and flung it at him. Troy looked away from her for a moment and broke out of the lust haze in his head to notice that the side door was still open. They couldn't be seen from the street, but John at his stand had a decent view of them. His gaze was focused on Julie pulling down and stepping out of her wet panties.
"Well, maybe we should leave him a little tip." She looked over at John as she picked up her panties with one finger and dbangd them over her shoulder as if they were a jacket she'd been carrying. She smiled and made a show of "accidentally" dropping them and shrugging her shoulders as if to say "Oh well, guess they're just lost now."
Troy hadn't removed his underwear yet. He bowed his head and made a gesture of doffing an invisible cap to John. He responded with a salute as Troy closed the door. Julie shoved him onto the bed and pulled his underwear off before jumping on top of him.
"Trust my Math Boy to come up with 'hey, let's go around helping people with their problems' as a fun Saturday activity," Julie said between kisses.
"Trust my Sunflower to come up with 'hey, let's turn it into a sexy hypno game.'" Troy replied.
"What?" Julie asked. "What's wrong with programming each other so after every person we help, we start fantasizing about each other more and more until one of us cracks and needs the other right now?"
"Not a damn thing, Mistress. Just remember that the one who can't take it anymore has to make sure the other cums first."
Troy slid his arms down to her hips to push her down onto him when Julie rolled off.
"No, Master, you're on top today. We're in a 70s van, they only knew about missionary. It's the rules."
* * *
About half an hour later, the van door opened. Troy and Julie emerged dressed again except for Julie's abandoned panties.
"We still haven't settled on a prize, Master," Julie said as she picked up her shopping bag. Troy smiled.
"Winner gets to even the score when we get home?"
"Love it! And you."
The two of them walked back toward the crowd, kissed each other goodbye, and walked away in different directions.
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