Community Involvement Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 14

... the easier than Sails anyway. I don’t think we’ll need to book either, not this time of year.” We finished breakfast chatting intently about the upcoming music and it’s preparations, as well as the tour leader, Clare. However, we both could feel the excitement of our impending full day (and evening) together building. The thought of it, and the thought of having Michelle all to myself, was beyond belief. It made my heart pound hard in my chest just thinking about it. We picked up the plates and cups and shuttled them back into the kitchen. I packed the dishwasher while Michelle tended to the pans; she preferred to hand wash them. As I moved about the kitchen I kept an eager eye on my robed lover. Especially the overlap of the garment that was just starting to gape again. Michelle was fully into getting the frying pans cleaned and had not noticed, or if she had, she was not wanting to adjust it. Briefly, I toyed with the idea of not doing anything more than completing the job at hand. It was a good hours drive to Palm Beach. However, as I glanced at the clock I decided a small delay was not going to cause any harm to our rudimentary plans. “I feel like a banana,” I commented casually. “May I?” “Sure, help yourself.” “Want one?” “Maybe when I finish here,” she said not looking up. “I’m trying to increase my intake of fresh fruit but of late I’ve been naughty and haven’t had any.” “Good on you for at least recognising a dietary deficiency and doing something about it. Not many ...

... guys would do that, especially those in their teens.” I knew she was talking about her son and I empathised about my daughters’ eating habits. I picked up a rather large banana; the skin was yellow with a hint of green still. “ Just the way I like it, ” I thought to myself. “Did you get one?” Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see if I had indeed helped myself. “Wow, that is a big one!” She was still cleaning some cooking utensils that were not dishwasher safe with her hips pressed against the edge of the bench. However, I noticed a sly smile cross her face and a slight rocking in her stance as she moved her feet to about shoulder width apart. I took the bait; hook, line and sinker. My cock had risen to the occasion at the mere thought of what was concealed beneath her robe. I moved in behind my adorable host and gently pressed my length into the crease of her behind. She gasped aloud but continued her work. My left hand slowly slid up her back to her arm pit and, as it made contact with her arm, she moved it away from her body slightly allowing me to proceed forward to her breast. Michelle cooed softly as I cupped her breast through her robe and I slowly undulated my hips against her rounded bottom. I had peeled the banana before moving closer to her body and as my hand slowly massaged her full globe I presented the banana in front of her face which she engulfed with her sensuous lips as if fellating a cock; no teeth. I was envious and wished it was my cock. My rapt eyes ...