by Kree

The rest area looked exactly the same as every single one they'd been too for the past four states. Jean thought the ride would never end but they were more than halfway there right now. She walked into the restaurant beside Adam and both searched for a nice empty booth somewhere.

"Right there Jean," Adam pointed to the right and they both headed there, sliding into the seats when they arrived. Music was playing softly and Jean turned her head to find a little jukebox right there at the table.

"Look Adam! I've never seen one like this before."

Adam glanced up nonchalantly then turned his attention back to the menu before answering.

"I have. They used to be in every diner back home Jean."

"Well I haven't and I think it’s so cool!"

Jean took her time looking through the listed songs and peeked at Adam every so often. Even after five years together, he still looked dreamy to her. Jean sighed and turned her attention back to the choice of songs, the stirrings rising in her belly.

Jean dropped in two quarters, made her choices and picked up the menu, waiting.

Three songs later, Jean heard the riff of her first choice and hurriedly pushed the LOUD button on the little juke box.

"I don't want you to be no slave, I don't want you to work all day.
I don't want you to 'cause I'm set for you,
I just wanna make love to you, love to you, love to you."

Jean felt her foot bouncing to the rhythm and peeked up at Adam. Slowly she raised her foot and rubbed the side of his leg, singing part of the song as it played.

"I don't want you to wash my clothes, I don't want you to keep my home
I don't want you to, I don't want you to ....."

"JEAN! Stop that! Not here!"

Jean sighed and pouted but continued to hum and tap her fingers on the table.

The song finally ended and Jean could swear she heard a sigh of relief from Adam but she knew that would be short-lived once her next choice started. She pushed the LOUD button on the jukebox again to make certain Adam heard the song. It didn't matter what he warned, Jean still felt the stirrings only he could give her and once started, there was no stopping it.

The riff began and Bonny Raitt's unmistakable voice began singing.

"People are talkin, talking 'bout people.
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it."

Jean's foot once more slid up the side of Adam's leg.

"They think we're lovers kept under covers.
I just ignore it, but they keep saying."

She continued to rub his leg while she innocently pretended to read her menu.

"JEAN! I'm warning you!"

"We laugh just a little too loud.
We stand just a little too close."

"What?"

Jean finally put down her menu and rested her elbows on the table with her chin in her palms.

"Are you trying to tell me you don't wanna Adam? Give them something to talk about I mean."

"We stare just a little too long.
Maybe they're seeing, something we don't, Darlin'."

"Jean. For the last time. We ARE in public!"

"Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love?"

Jean sighed again and started pouting.

"I don't see the problem Adam," she leaned forward to whisper. "We could hit the restroom and man oh man, they'll be talking about the sounds for months to come! We'll never see any of the people again."

"JEAN! If you know what's good for you, then you'll stop this right now!"

Jean knew the tone of that voice and exactly what it meant. She settled back in her seat and kept looking at the menu, her mind wandering to this morning when they ...

"JEAN! Earth to Jean!"

"Huh? What? I'm sorry Adam."

"I said, what will you have? The waitress would like to get our order in. There are other people here Jean."

Jean glanced up and for the first time, noticed the waitress standing with her pen raised over he pad.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'll have the tuna melt and an iced tea please."

Adam had already given his order and stretched his arms out over his head. That was Jean's undoing. Her foot moved towards his legs and so did her other foot and soon both feet were running up and down the insides of Adam's legs.

Bonny Raitt was still singing, and Jean felt free to join her.

"I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm going under
Thinking 'bout you every day
Dreaming 'bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, Darlin'."

Adam never said a word during Jean's less than perfect performance but instead crossed his arms in front of himself while watching her.

"Come on Adam! We could hit the restroom. So WHAT if people heard us. It'll give them ALL something to talk about. So what do you say? Huh?"

Adam seemed to be mulling something over in his head. Jean thought it wise to help him think by singing with Bonny Raitt again. She began swaying her body and doing the most provocative dance she could muster while sitting in the booth.

"Let's give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out,"

Jean ignored the look on Adam's face and chose instead to close her eyes, the slow moving music a perfect background to her hips grinding back and forth and her shoulders swaying to the rhythm.

"Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?""

Adam just sat there staring at Jean while she sang. Finally he leaned forward on the table.

"Jean?"

"Let's give them something to talk about."

"Jean?" Adam tried a little louder this time.

"Let's give them something to talk about."

"JEAN?"

"Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?"

Jean finally peeked out from the hair that had fallen forward from her grinding dance.

"Yes Adam?"

"Come with me."

Adam didn't bother waiting to see if she would follow. He knew she would. Adam had to turn his face away from the patrons who were now staring at his wife as she followed him. When he reached the restroom door he turned, holding the door open for her to go first and that's when he realized she was provocatively dancing her way down the aisle towards him. His face burnt red from embarrassment.

Jean tickled him under his chin as she passed in front of him through the door and whispered so only he could hear.

"Come here lover boy!"

Adam let the door close behind him and opened the door to the ladies' room, once more letting her go first. Once inside, he turned and slid the bolt on the door. Without a word to his wife, he took her by her arm and he sat on the toilet seat, yanking her over his knee quickly.

"Adam! WHAT are you doing?"

"Why Jean Dear. I'm going to give them something to talk about!"

Without waiting, he raised her dress high over her waist and lowered her panties faster than what was going on could register in her brain. This was NOT what she had in mind!

"ADAM! NOT HERE!"

"Oh yes Jean. RIGHT here." Adam emphasized the place he meant when his hand landed on her naked bottom a few times.

"ADAM! They'll hear you!"

"You should have thought of that BEFORE acting like a horny spoiled brat! That was humiliating Jean! My wife prancing around like some ... some ..." Adam couldn't bring himself to use the word. Jean WAS his wife and it didn't connect with the woman he loved.

Instead, he let his hand bring the message home.

The sound of hand meeting flesh reverberated off the tiled walls, the acoustics resounding to a perfection even he wouldn't have imagined. Over and over, his hand reigned over her bottom, and he watched smiling as his wife bounced around on his lap and struggled not to make a sound.

Jean clamped her hand over her mouth making every attempt to remain silent but the more Adam spanked, the harder that became. When her butt was completely on fire, with no space left untouched, Jean’s hands flew from protecting her mouth to holding on to Adam’s legs and let out a scream Adam was sure everyone at home could hear.

That’s when he stopped and began rubbing her bottom. He held her tightly before turning her to sit on his lap. He smiled when her arms wrapped around his neck and she snuggled there, whimpering and whispering her apologies.

“Shhhhhhhhh Baby. It’s done now. I do forgive but let’s just have a nice quiet lunch from this moment on shall we?”

Jean simply nodded into his neck and continued to hold on tight. Adam held her close, kissing the top of her head and let her finish crying. When he felt she was done, he lifted her to stand before him.

“Why don’t you wash your face and meet me back at the booth? I’m sure our food is ready by now.”

“Yes Adam. And this time, we’ll just eat.” Jean reached down and did her best to smooth the wrinkles out of her skirt.

“There’s my good girl.”

Adam turned towards the door and spotted her panties in a heap on the floor. He bent forward, scooping them up and stuffed them in his pocket without her noticing. He turned, blew her a kiss then left her to herself.

Jean stood staring at the woman in the mirror, her tear streaked face made it quite obvious what had just happened. She washed her face as best she could and turned to leave, the swishing of her skirt against her sore bottom made her realize she hadn’t yet put her panties back on.

Jean began searching the floor and couldn’t find them. She got down on her hands and knees and frantically peeked under everything in sight. Jean’s heart pounded in her chest. What if the next patron found them? Jean wasn’t certain what to do now. She paced back and forth across the tiled floor, finally deciding she’d have to admit to Adam she’d lost them.

She held her head high as she left the ladies’ room, then the rest rooms all together, quickly walking down the aisle towards her booth. She could hear the giggles and snickers but didn’t have the nerve to look up at anyone. Jean slid into the booth and simply began eating her lunch.

Adam did his best to talk about this and that, knowing his wife’s embarrassment and almost felt sorry for her. If she hadn’t brought it on herself, he would have. But he knew without a doubt she’d gotten exactly what she deserved.

After leaving money on the table, they both rose to leave the booth. Jean looked up for the first time and froze. Adam busied himself with searching in his pocket for some ones to leave as a tip.

He practically bumped into Jean as she stood, staring with her mouth gaping open at the coat rack near the door. There on the hook closest to the door, were her panties.

Adam had to practically shove Jean out the door and he held her hand while they walked towards the car. He leaned sideways, tilting his head towards hers.

“Don’t worry Baby. I left them something to talk about.”

 

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