Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 2 of 7

... huggable as the last time I saw them. Next, the secondary connection that linked my reason and full consciousness was opened up.

"FUCK!" I received the greatest shock, and the smoke, which I had not yet released, burned in my throat. The heat and stinging quickly escalated and it felt like I had eaten a cactus stuck in my throat. I had to release it with a proper cough, which I clumsily tried to stifle by shoving it into my arm. Gasping for breath and desperately trying to stop the coughing, I fled with my tail between my legs and back onto the terrace. I threw myself into the chair, quickly put the joint down, and wiped my soaked eyes.

"Hey, you there?" I had barely sat a few minutes before a sweet bright voice called from the hedge. I shifted my attention and it was her. The daughter had crawled halfway through the hedge, and was leaning forward while she looked searchingly up at me. I blinked a few times as I swallowed the large lump in my throat.

"I'm here . . . just come in”, I tried to sound calm, but my voice cracked halfway through my sentence. I coughed out the last of it, and could feel my heart waking up energetically.

“FUCK! I'm screwed now, yes I'm so screwed now, what the hell am I going to do?!”

"Thank you," she replied kindly. To think that she could seem so relaxed and calm in front of a stranger who had just belittled and taken away her private freedom, and even for the second time in a row. It was guaranteed to be just a facade, which would ...

... quickly turn upside down on a plate before long. She came walking in her flip-flops, and the cobalt blue knickers, which fit exactly as before.

I did a quick elevator glance.

"Wait what?" I said to myself as my gaze fell on the exposed and squishy breasts that bounced a little with every step she took.

"Why the hell didn't she have her divine meat pillow covered?" My brain was on overtime, trying hard to put the many threads together into a logical explanation, but the conclusion was the same. It made absolutely no sense to me that she would come in half-naked to her neighbor.

"Why aren't you wearing a bra?" it came out of me in a soft deep voice when she finally came up to the terrace. She looked down at her precious gold bars, then back up at me.

“Isn't that how you like it best? I know you've been watching me,” she replied coolly, with a big buttery smile. I went into shock.

"I don't know what you're talking about", I coughed embarrassedly, trying to hide the fact that she had put me in a checkmate position.

"Sure," was her response, knowing full well that I was full of lies. She looked at me while standing a few meters away, and alternately moved her gaze down to her breasts and to me. I hadn't seen it coming, but she was undoubtedly a devilish creature, because in the middle of it all, she began deliberately swinging her upper body from side to side. This, of course, caused the terrific tits to jump and dance a seductive dance. A dance that my gaze ...