The Secrets of Mrs Jean Pettigrew - Chapter 4

Dave Green was 56 and a retired policeman.  He had taken a job as a security advisor in the local supermarket just to keep himself busy.  His wife had left him over 10 years previously, when it finally became clear to her that she would always be second choice to his career!  It didn’t particularly bother him.  He was comfortable in his small-town life, with a typical bachelor flat, nice car and a subscription to several adult cable channels for when he got horny. 

It may have been a part time job, but he took it seriously.  He had been hired to try and stop an increasing trend in vandalism and theft in the store’s warehouse and car park.  Persuading the company that they needed better CCTV surveillance had not been easy in the face of recent budget cuts, but he got his way, and the cameras were duly installed.  Some in obvious places, to deter offenders, and some carefully hidden to catch those who were not to be deterred so easily!

The first few days after installation brought nothing of interest, so when Dave sat down that evening to review the day’s recordings, he didn’t expect much.  There had been no reports of anything unusual by the day shift, so he skimmed through the morning recordings and started from around 2pm.  After a couple of hours viewing and several strong cups of coffee to stay awake, he did notice something a bit odd which he decided to follow up.  A car parked outside the store, suddenly moved to the other side of the car park and stopped near the old loading dock.  It just so happened that there had been an attempted break in there the previous month, so one of the cameras was facing the dock. Dave replayed the video and watched as a slim, elegant woman in her 40’s placed a bag of shopping in her car. She got into the driver’s seat and moved the car several hundred yards across the car park to the space right outside the old loading dock.  Dave was now intrigued.  Why would a middle-aged woman, who had already done her shopping, move her car to the furthest away parking spot? To an experienced ex copper there was only one answer.  She didn’t want to be seen.  Unluckily for her, the camera had a fairly good view through the front and passenger side windows from about 20 yards away.

Dave noticed her look back in the direction of the store to make sure she hadn’t been followed.  She definitely had something to hide! What happened next nearly caused him to cum in his pants! She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. Leaving her tits completely exposed, she began to caress and pinch her nipples. Dave could only watch open mouthed as she raised her hips, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her knickers.  A dark bush was revealed as she spread her legs as wide as the car would allow. He noticed her take another quick look around as she reached over and took something out of her shopping bag.  Her hands then moved the object between her legs, and Dave sat mesmerized as he watched her fuck herself hard and fast, twisting and turning to fill every bit of her cunt.  This was too much. He was alone in the office and the store was closed, so he had no hesitation in getting his cock out and wanking himself silly over the glorious sight on the screen in front of him.  He watched the woman frig her clit as she reached her climax, with her head thrown back in ecstasy, and as he neared his own orgasm, he still had the presence of mind to cover his slippery cock with a handkerchief to stop himself exploding over the valuable electronics.

He watched her rearrange her clothing and drive off before stopping the video and cleaning himself up. As he calmed down, he began to think more about what he had just witnessed.  In his time in the force, he had seen plenty of strippers, tarts and drunk, partially naked, women but this was very different.  He ran the video back again and got a close up of her coming out of the store.  Smart business dress, moderate heels but not excessive, hold up stockings (he surmised because she hadn’t rolled down any tights before her knickers, good detective work Dave!)  So, who was this mysterious woman who needed to masturbate in her car in public, well almost. Luckily, as an ex-copper, he had plenty of friends still in the force, so he called one for a favour.  Keeping to himself the reason for the call, Dave gave his mate the car registration number and waited patiently as Jean Pettigrew’s details were given to him.  He would research her more the next day.

He certainly didn’t need his adult cable channels that night.  He had his own personal porno to watch over again as his cock twitched at the thought of it.  Later, as he watched the video in bed, he pressed the freeze frame button to stop the video, just as she lifted her pelvis off the seat as she came and threw her head back in obvious rapture.  His cock was already slippery with pre-cum, and he pulled back the foreskin and strummed that oh so sensitive spot where it joined the glans.  This time he let his full load spurt all over himself and then enjoyed that sticky sated feeling as he drifted off to sleep.