Chapter 217 - 218: Finding Something

Chapter 217: Chapter 218: Finding Something

"Ngn... ahn... ah. What on earth are you planning to do now...?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she looked back at him, deeply curious yet terrified of what else he had in store.

"Remember that little position we talked about? Let’s use it, heh... and look, I think I just spotted someone wandering over this way," Owen whispered playfully, gesturing with his chin toward a middle-aged woman in her mid-50s who was casually strolling through the trees with a leashed dog.

"Ngn... ahn... n-no, don’t make me face that way!"

"I won’t let her see your face, so you better try your absolute best to keep quiet," Owen instructed, shifting his grip to firmly hold Stella’s thighs as he pulled her backward into the thick cover of the bushes, positioning her body tightly against his front.

"Ngn... ahn... what am I even supposed to do?!" she panicked internally, entirely clueless about how she was supposed to pull this off. Was Owen actually insane enough to fuck her right out in the open while hiding inside a roadside bush?

"You already know the drill, so get ready. Hehe, I just hope that dog manages to slip right out of its leash." Owen smiled darkly, rhythmically rubbing the head of his wet, sticky cock against her soaked clit.

"Ngnn... that would be the most insane, catastrophic coincidence in the history of the world," she whimpered, silently praying to every higher power above that the leash would hold firm.

Arf! Arf!

"Oh, sweet goodness... ahnn, ahn... how did that actually happen?!" she gasped in utter shock, her eyes going wide as she watched the dog suddenly yank free and charge straight toward their hiding spot. What a terrifyingly cruel coincidence.

"Good luck, Stella. Try your absolute best to act natural. Don’t you dare let a single shaky, indecent word slip out of your mouth, or she’ll figure us out in a heartbeat."

"Ngn... are you seriously doing this to me right now?!"

"Dead serious. And I’m not stopping for anything, so you better show me your best acting face. Also, pull your clothes back down a bit—we’ll get busted instantly if you leave yourself that exposed." Owen timed his movements perfectly, driving straight into her wet cunt just as the dog reached the edge of the clearing!

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Eutt! Eutt! Eutt!... ahn, ahn... s-stop for a second, Wen... ahn, ahn... no... what am I supposed to do?!" She was caught in the worst possible dilemma imaginable as Owen relentlessly hammered his thick cock deep inside her.

"She’s right there. Time to start your Oscar-winning performance," Owen smirked, not slowing his pace for a single second.

"Ngn, whn, ahbn... no..." Her tongue lolled out, a long string of thick saliva dripping from her lips. It was completely unfair how expertly he used his hips as a piston, keeping her on the absolute edge of madness.

Arf! Arf! Arf!

The dog finally arrived, enthusiastically sniffing the thick foliage of the bushes right as the secret battle unfolded inches away.

"Wait! Where on earth are you running off to, Whitey? Stop right this instant!" an older woman’s voice called out anxiously as she hurried over, her dog having suddenly bolted straight into the underbrush.

Arf! Arf! Arf!

"Oh, goodness... what on earth could you possibly be staring at in there? There’s nothing in those bushes," the woman muttered, stopping in her tracks as her dog continued to bark furiously at the dense green leaves.

"H-Hi... Auntie, so good to see you out here today," Stella forced out in a strained, breathy voice, her expression on the absolute brink of shattering as Owen drove upward without a single hint of mercy.

"Oh, dear Stella? What in the world are you doing hiding out all the way over here?" the neighbor asked, blinking in surprise at finding her in such a secluded spot.

"Yes, it’s just me... ahh, about your little dog... ahn, ahn... he just came over here to play..."

"Ah, yes, I can see the snapped strap of the leash right here in the dirt. But seriously, what on earth are you actually doing deep inside those bushes, dear?" The older woman knew Stella well; she was normally a bubbly, lovable fixture of the neighborhood. Tragically, her husband had passed away quite some time ago in a sudden, devastating accident.

Thankfully, she had managed to hold onto her cheerful spirit, and over the past few days, she seemed to have regained her bright, vibrant energy completely—looking even more radiant and glowing than she had in years.

"Eutt... ahn... I was just trying to find a small item I dropped in the dirt, Auntie... hehe, you know how terribly clumsy I am. Ahn, ahn, my hands are just the worst at holding onto things... eutt..." She frantically gripped the front of her shirt, pulling it downward to keep her heaving breasts from bouncing too wildly with every thrust.

’Ahn, ahn... I’m still not wearing a bra... my nipples are totally visible right through the fabric... ahn, what am I supposed to do... ahnn, ahn... this is absolute madness.’

"Is that so? Then why on earth does your whole body keep swaying like that...? It looks rather strange, dear." The older woman narrowed her eyes, easily spotting the subtle outline of Stella’s erect nipples pressing against her clothes. Being a woman herself, she could tell instantly that Stella wasn’t wearing proper undergarments underneath.

"Ahn, ahnn... I... eutt... eut... I just suddenly got so flustered looking for it... I was terrified it would get lost for good, so I didn’t even bother dressing properly, and it’s just so terribly hot out today..." Stella stammered, glancing downward in a panic to see the neighbor’s dog sitting only a few feet away, staring directly at the frantic, shameless display of pleasure happening right above it.

’Ngn, ahn... even the damn dog is watching me right now... this is the most humiliating moment of my life... ahn, ahn.’

"Hmm... oh, by the way, I heard that dear Arielle’s son finally arrived back in town a few days ago. Have you had a chance to go visit him yet?" the older woman asked curiously, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Rumor had it that the young man had become quite the talk of the village—and perhaps he was a big part of the reason Stella had gotten her lively spark back.

"Ngn, ahn, ahn... yesh... I am actually spending time with him right now... ahh, I mean, I just popped over to visit Arielle’s family not too long ago... eutt, eutt..." Stella gasped as Owen hit a particularly deep spot, struggling desperately to keep her voice steady while the young man relentlessly ravaged her from behind.

"Oh, how sweet! So tell me, how is he doing? Did he grow up to be even more handsome than everyone’s been saying?" The woman chuckled, eager to indulge in a bit of harmless local gossip now that she finally had the chance to chat.

As for the upcoming festival, she was well past her prime and preferred to sit the heavy celebrations out; most of the older villagers planned to stay home to rest, leaving the main square and festivities entirely to the younger generation who needed the space to let loose.

"Yesh... Wen has definitely grown into a remarkably handsome man... ahn, I love him so much more than before... ahn, ahn... even though he’s currently keeping himself very busy right now, of course..."