Couples of South Pointe Lake

18. Restroom Carl

Eve Mortimer sat in the backseat of an Uber vehicle, taking her down a rugged stretch of a road that leads from Cumberland toward the next county, where the railway tracks crossed a bridge over South Pointe Lake.  Eve hadn’t been down this road in a long time.  The road had as many portholes in it, and the encroaching bush on either side looked like it wanted to lay claim to the macadam any day now.  Beyond the bushes to her left were miles of grassy swampland, beyond that was the lake.  Eve sat nestled with her hands resting on her thigh; she was all about what her mission entailed today.

  Carl had sent her off on this mission, giving her a white envelope to take in her handbag.  Eve didn’t need to look inside to know that it contained money, presumed to be in the region of thousands.  Carl gave her the address and told her to keep him abreast of how their meeting goes.  Eve knew what he meant as he knew she did, too; he didn’t need to explain further.

The road stretched ahead with no seeming end in sight.  Minutes later, the taxi arrived at a T junction, then took a left.  The road ended at a rusty-looking open gate.  The taxi drove into a large courtyard and stopped in front of an old concrete building that looked disrepute.  The paintwork was peeling in places, revealing cracks and crumbling parts of the structure.  There was a warehouse building structure to the main building’s distant left.  Eve made out  a line of trucks parked there with several men loading bags of bottled water into each one. 

The building bore its company name about the entrance—CRYSTAL CLEAR INC.

Eve settled her fare before slinging her handbag across her shoulder and entered the building doorway while the taxi returned to Cumberland.

The downstairs looked like something that survived the aftermath of a tornado.  There was no furniture or sign of occupancy anywhere.  Like the building outlook, here, the decrepit façade was evident.  Eve went up the raggedy stairs, careful not to make bodily contact with the wall that was grimy with soot.  The top floor was a step-up compared to the ground floor.  The walls were paints, the floors waxed, and not a sight that resembled the ground floor’s mess.  Eve strolled past a large room that resembled a cafeteria, and caught a glimpse inside of several people milling about on a long table, looking like they were on a permanent lunch break.  She called out to one of them and inquired about the person she was here to meet.  The man indicated at the door at the end of the corridor.  Eve went in that direction and knocked.  A voice told her to come in, which she did.

Olu Shango smiled from behind his desk when Eve entered his office.  The room was large and served as office, and what appeared to be a large bed occupying one corner of the room beside a row of windows that looked toward the side of the building.    

“Eve darling,” Olu came over and hugged her.  “How are you?”

“I’m doing good, Master,” she allowed him to kiss her cheek.  “Never did I expect you would be here.”

“It wasn’t hard for you to locate, was it?”

“No, but I haven’t been this way in years.  I knew about the factory here, but it closed down decades ago.”

“I know.  It serves as an ideal location for me to start my empire,” he led her to a chair.  “I haven’t made my mind yet on how long I’ll need it.  That’s why the ground floor is the way it is.  How is that cuck husband of yours?”

“Carl is doing great, sir.  He gave me something to give to you.”  She handed him the envelope from her handbag.  “He’s anxious for when you’ll coming by again.”

“That’s something to look forward to.”  He dropped the envelope on his desk.  “I’ve been busy supplying the forthcoming batch of water bottles.  We’ve been getting higher demands since.  Very outstanding progress.”

“That’s good.  Do you live here?”

“f**k no,” Olu laughed.  “I’ve got a pad I’m still getting set up.  Once it’s cleaned up, you both will come by.”

“Thank you.  I don’t know what it is you put in that bottled water of yours, but I cannot stop drinking it.”

“That’s what it’s about, Eve.”

“Does it contain anything special?” she inquired earnestly.  “It feels like you put something inside it.”

“You’re so correct on that,” I said.  “Every bottle of Crystal Clear carried an addictive solution no other bottled water contains.  Think of it like nicotine, except it’s addictively harmless.”

“Sounds like a huge secret.  Can you tell me more?” 

“It won’t be a secret once you find out,” he said.  “But enough of that.  How about you let me get a good look at you.”

Eve dropped her handbag then came to her feet.  Olu Shango pulled her toward him and applied both hands to squeeze her butt while kissing her.  He lifted her skirt to cop a feel of her pantyhose.  Eve wrapped her arms around his shoulder while pressing her knee against his groin, feeling him come alive immediately.  

After a lengthy kiss, Eve slid to her knees while still grasping his hard-on inside his pants.  She unzipped his fly and reached inside its crevice to whip out his c**k into the light.  Eve licked her lips to get them adequately wet before applying them to his foreskin.  She didn’t get to enjoy giving him a satisfying blowjob before Olu grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.  He propped her against his desk and lifted her skirt past her buttock. 

“One minute, sir, please.”  Eve got her cell phone out of her handbag.  “I need to call Carl, to let him know what we’re about.  If you don’t mind.”

“Sure, why not?  Give the white boy a ring.”

Eve hit the dial button while Olu took his time to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down his legs.  Carl’s voice came on seconds later.

“Hiya, honey,” he asked.  “How’s everything going?”

“I’m great.  I’m here with Master Olu,” Eve glanced behind her as Olu returned to prop her leg onto his desk, making her lean forward while raising her skirt over her waist.  His hands caressed her butt as he slid her panties to the side.  Eve took down her leg and slid her panties down her ankles before kicking it off.  She was gasping with excitement; even Carl heard her loud and clear on the phone and knew something was about to go down.

“What’s going on there, hon?” he said.

“Master Shango is about to f**k me,” Eve said as she again leaned over his desk with her knee resting on top.  Olu grabbed her hips and stroked his p***s against her buttock, squirting pre-c*m on her ass cheek.  “Ahh, he’s getting ready to f**k me, Carl,” she cried.

“That’s great.  You gave him our tribute, right?”

“Yes, yes, I did.  Hold on a second . . . AAHHHH!”

Eve clutched her phone to her ear while her other reached across to grab the desk’s edge to quell the sharp pain his c**k stretching her p***y walls.  Her face contorted into a grimace, and she let off a string of panting cries as Olu Shango tore into her.  She put her phone on speaker and left it on the desk, knowing her husband would be listening.  

Carl had his phone glued to his ear, not wanting to miss a beat.  Remembering where he was in his feedstore, and knowing he wasn’t the only one around, he scrambled out of the office and went to lock himself inside a stall in the restroom.  The s*x hadn’t let off in his phone; Eve’s cries might as well be coming from the next stall.  Carl grunted as he struggled to undo the buttons of his jeans with one hand, then dug his hand past his pair of briefs to grab at his semi-hard p***s.  It was a struggle for him, but he eventually succeeded in freeing his p***s to begin jerking off to Eve’s guttural cries echoing out of his phone.  He pictured Olu Shango ripping off her panties and f*****g her like he had done the other day at their home.  His hurtful regret was that this time he wasn’t there to watch how the action was going.

Carl rested his shoulder against the wall and was breathing through his mouth as he m*********d steadily to his wife’s compelling moans.  He experienced some discomfort standing there, as the stall was small, and his elbow kept brushing against the wall while his hand kept up its work.  To an outsider, it would have looked as if Carl was wrestling with himself.  Beads of sweat poured down his face the longer he remained there.  It never occurred to him that someone might suddenly enter the restroom to surprise him.  Carl was undaunted as he kept on with his masturbatory effort, feeling his jerking trigger inching closer to the firing pin.  He kicked up the toilet seat and managed to aim his p***s into the bowl.  He gritted his teeth as his moment arrived, and gasped as he then let loose spurts of semen that splattered inside the toilet bowl.  Carl went on ejaculating wasn’t until his p***s grew limp and he could breathe better.  Too late, he realized the call had ended but had no idea if it was his fault or whether Eve had disconnected the call.

Carl waited for nearly a minute for his nerves to settle before peering out of the stall to make sure he was still alone.  So far, so good.  He returned his phone into his pocket and set about putting himself back in order.  He came out and washed his hands and face in the sink.  He returned to his office and was glad that nobody had missed him.  He set about with his day as though no interruptions had occurred, knowing he was going to enjoy cleaning Eve up once he got home.