Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

... not concerned.

We get curious looks as we return to the dining area. There are whispers, but maybe it's not about us. We're done eating and with no other business in the restaurant, we proceed to check out. Stella has to pay for her part, because of course she does. The middle aged woman behind the counter keeps staring at her face decorated with thick white globs of cum, losing track of billing Stella and starting over a couple of times. I sympathize with the troubled woman.

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I want to take Stella places, in the city and out of the city -- but when we finally go somewhere, it's she who takes me out. It is not for lack of trying on my part. Buthe is stubborn as a donkey and he doesn't go anywhere if he does not pay for it.

"I want to go to the beach," she says one day. "I don't get to go out of the city often. But now I've saved for it." This candid confession is unlike her and takes me by surprise. And just how much money does one need to save to go to the beach? It's practically free. "I want you to come with me."

"I'll go."

"I'm warning you. I'm not asking you out or anything. I just think it will be more fun going with a buddy."

"So... a no sex trip?"

"Of course sex, silly. When do boys not have sex?"

"Okay," I say. "Let me make some plans."

"No need to. I've got it all figured out."

I wish I was more assertive, and could be more hands on, but Stella is her own animal, no matter that she likes being someone else's fucktoy. She follows ...

... my lead only when it amuses her. At twenty four and three years older than me, she knows a lot I don't know and appears more mature. Sometimes I think she's smarter, too.

She shares her plans and we pick a day. We'll go to the City by the Sea, or Sunrescia as the place is named on the map.

It's cloudy when we meet in the morning at the train station. The weather service says it's raining lightly at our destination. Stella carries a large, clear plastic bag and a clear plastic umbrella. I have my own, a black fabric one. Neither of us suggests leaving it for another day.

Sunrescia is sixty clicks away as the crow flies, on the other side of the mountain range. The high speed line bores underneath and manages to reach the City by the Sea in just seventy clicks. The trains get there in less than twenty five minutes. We're taking the conventional line, though. It takes one hundred clicks to reach the destination and the fast service is there in eighty minutes. It's cheaper and probably the better option. Most of the line is above ground, so we get to enjoy the sight and smell of the lush, green mountain passes, today extra wet from the rain.

It is raining when we arrive in Sunrescia, and it's pretty heavy. The Grand Terminal is on the mountain side. To reach the sea we take a commuter train, for ten clicks and twenty minutes. It's rather empty at this hour, and by the time it makes it halfway, most of the riders have already gotten off. From there on we share the car ...