Sandy

I went to that boat party, after Steven told me that Marie was more then welcome to come. And when we got there, there was a few other kids her age. Which surprised me and Steven, but we rolled with it.

When I spotted him, we had that same look the first time we met: not knowing who should stop staring first! But I dragged and stopped that beating and brought Marie down into the play area. When I came back up the music was blaring, and Jonathan’s friends were dancing at the top. Steven was chatting to a girl, and I decided to explore the boat, but didn’t know Jonathan had the same thing in mind.

“Glad you came”

“Jee … you startled me! Don’t sneak up on a girl like that.”

“How else could I get your attention? You ignoring me … it hurts.”

“Yeah. Well, not wanting to acknowledge that I have a daughter is worse.”

“Come into this room.” We walked in, and I knew it what would happen when I saw the bed.

“Nice ploy.”

“Is that all you think I’m after?”

“What else? I have a daughter, and that makes us incompatible.”

“Let me meet her”

“Why?”

“So, you can see that you’re wrong about me. That you shouldn’t assume me saying I don’t like kids include yours.”

“So, you’ve said it. Now what?” I tried not to flirtingly say this.

Jonathan scratches his head with a cheeky grin, “Well … there’s the bed.”

…

Jonathan relaxed on top; put on protection; lubed; and then entered me from behind and eased himself gently. I didn’t know how to feel. Or what to say during the bouts that he pummelled and tunnelled inside - with the right hands - working the right places on my breast.

It was a lying down doggy style, I could feel his groin digging my own into the bed. We were meshed together in the same pattern that awoke his stamina each time he needed to have a breather. Jonathan kissed me all over my back and stroked my hair until I elevated my neck for him to grip onto.

 

He gripped, and I groaned with delight as his whole body forced me into submission. Stroke-after-stroke, and no stoppage started to occur when he spread his legs apart; held his hands far enough to gain a foundation on the bed and started to really smack and bounce my vagina-hole.

I buried my face into his duvet as I could really feel the gentleness of his fingers. And each time, Jonathan would come to the side of me and apply the slow-grind that had me closing my eyes and holding onto my pillow, so I didn’t make too much noise.

Two of his guest were in the room next door, and by now, me and Jonathan had gone past subtly quiet. I tried. And tried. But I needed to release a moan. “Oh.” And then Jonathan had me up on all fours and his hands gripped the side of my waist, when suddenly, he shook, and I helped him to thrust-galore with one hand on his behind.

We worked to keep his wood alive, but it wasn’t easy. I exchanged roles and let him observe whilst I did the hard work of backing-up into his garage with my buttocks inclined to excite Jonathan. The only thing he had to do was place one hand on my back and feel the force that I brought. Each bump gave him a reason to fiddle with my lady garden from below.

But I shafted his hand away, which turned him on, and continued to reverse, reverse, reverse, reverse - until I had to bury my head and let Jonathan take over. And he probed his woodpecker until we were both pleading for a new law that stated we could go all night. It went on long enough with Jonathan still inside me, but no longer with the energy to roll-with-the-punches.

Neither of us said a word. But I felt him fluctuate and decided to remove myself from that decline. I then turned over and went with an open mouth and ready hands to get more out of Jonathan. He let me, for more than two-minutes. Then stopped. Laid me back down and applied his tongue. My eyes were shut. My hands stayed sweaty because of my nervousness. And my body reacted with twitches and triggers.

Jonathan licked, and I twitched and tried to remain quiet when a tiny flicker of his tongue connected with my clit that erupted and I jolted up and tried to stop him. But he continued to disobey me into a leg-marathon that wouldn’t let up. I was tired as I fought Jonathan for the control of my body. He was winning. “Oh no. You’re going to make me cum!”

The wall knocked. “Jonathan. Quiet down man.” They might’ve thought he was watching porn. But Jon, being the tease that he was, stopped the licking; stroked his own rod; and entered and gave me an encore over-and-over with his hands that caused fingerprints that made me feel like I had the flesh of playdough.

“Are you …” Jonathan couldn’t finish asking me if I was coming. I wasn’t. But he was. The dive went on … the moans reduced. And then his tremors ruptured into a need to see if he was ok? He had collapsed on me, and I stroked the back of his head as he caught up with that heart rate that was competing with my own.

 

Mine returned. But Jonathan’s own went on. And I was glad that he didn’t come off me. We were comfortable and embarked on the aftermath of a new sexual partner, which included chemistry that I had never felt before since my Marie’s father. I valued, when it came to what next?

The fact that Jonathan made no rush to speak or comment on how good he was? Or cockily declare that he had made me cum when he hadn’t. It was just being at ease with it all. And then finding that the next morning, neither of us wanted to leave the bed. But Steven: my best friend in the world, must’ve gotten drunk, and was the one next to me. And I concluded he must’ve drunkenly climbed into my bed when Jonathan had left.

But the truth was there does come a time when a person needs much more than this? And what I meant when me and Steven went off to find him, was that I needed to face my feelings and let him know that I can’t continue seeing him if Marie wasn’t in the picture.

But when I went down to the play area, and saw Jonathan standing over her with a caring smile. I almost couldn’t believe the words that came next, “I had a long think. And I would like to see a lot more of you.” He gets up and approaches me. “And Marie, if that’s ok with you, Sandy?”

I pecked him on the lips. “Try stopping me. Because I know Marie is going to absolutely love you. Because her mother just can’t get enough of you.”