Dad And Sophie Part 19 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 19

After that fantastic night at Georgios, I struggled through my last college day before returning home for the Easter break. I was a bit out of it even when Colin started asking me when he was next going to fuck Sophie. I could not share the time with Amber with anyone, least of all Colin. I cried off an evening out because I was on an early train on Saturday. Dad dropped me off, also reminding me that Grandad had told me to bring my tuxedo for a party next Saturday.

It was all a bit surreal, from just sex with Sophie for so long to multiple partners and sharing Sophie herself. The thought that I might have more fantastic sex during the holiday did perk me up a bit. You might remember that I had chatted with the waitress, Amy, at my grandparents' party at Christmas. I took her number, and we had a couple of chats and swapped texts. Initial flirting led to us deciding to hook up in my two weeks at home, starting tonight.

Any was a single mum with a three-year-old son. She had it with Rick, a surfer dude and a local legend, although not in a good way. I was looking forward to our date tonight and also had a sense of anxiety. I had to pull this off independently, and Rick was a hard act to follow. I was also feeling a bit of a fraud, hopefully starting a holiday romance with a local girl when I was all sexed up at college. I decided to play it by ear and see where it went.

Grandad picked me up from the station, and we decided I would stay with them, dropping in on Mum ...

... occasionally. They had built a flat over their garage, which they said they would use for a live-in maid later in the year. They were getting older and needed a helping hand. It was a great little flat, and after unpacking, I spent the rest of the day with my mother and Frank. Telling them some things about my life and college, but obviously, not me fucking my father's wife.

I dressed in my best clothes. I had to meet Amy for dinner at one of Grandad's restaurants before going somewhere to dance. Amy was twenty-five but a very waif-like girl, so it didn't seem unusual for us to be together. I bumped into my mates, who teased me in a jealous way about Amy. It was a great night, and when we finally danced, I felt very sexy as she moulded into my arms. She wore a summery dress, not at all short, and her bullet-type nipples showed through it.

She was not wearing a bra, but with her small tits, she didn't need to. We started to make out, and both decided pretty quickly that we needed to find a bed rather than stay dancing and groping in public. As we wandered towards her flat that night, Rick was looking after their son; we made out in several back alleys. That's when my hands wandered, slipping into the slit in her dress. I realised that she was not wearing any underwear at all. A casual swipe revealed she was soaking wet.

The sex that night and the following day was incredible. I focussed on the tips Sophie had drummed into me, the ones to increase the strength of Amy's ...