Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7

... proud of myself. Guess I still had it in me.

“Could I have a glass of water?”

"Of course," I replied kindly and smugly. I staggered to my feet and was reminded of how my age had affected my body. A painful acid flowed through the thighs, while the aching knees complained that the rough and worn terrace tiles were the worst surface to lie on. I brushed off the sand and went inside to get some fresh drinking water. The water from the faucet was lukewarm, even though I had set it to the coldest setting. I thought it was a little strange, and knew that I could not allow serving lukewarm water to the amazing summer babe out on my terrace. A few ice cubes were thrown into the glass before I went out to her again. I was glad that the parasol was out so we could be in the shade because otherwise, I would have sweated a lot more than I did before.

"Here you go," I hummed happily the moment I stepped through the garden door. A strong jolt of disappointment and resentment settled like lightning in my chest when I came out to an empty terrace. She was gone. Completely gone. The fresh piece of delicious flesh was nowhere to be seen.

"Psst, hey! Where are you?" I put the glass down hard on the table and looked around frantically for her. I looked first at one side of the house, then the other, before continuing to look in the garden.

"Darn it!" I snorted angrily as I had looked all over without finding her. I looked down disappointingly at the large bulge in my shorts, ...

... which had been eagerly anticipating its turn for some fun and trouble.

"Oh, hell no!" I squealed, stomping down to the hole at the end of my yard. I recklessly crawled through, setting my falconry search on the highest level, to get hold of the accursed skarn cub. As if she could be allowed to exploit me for her own benefit, and leave me in the lurch without reciprocating the pleasure. I went up to their terrace and checked if the door was open, which it was, thank God. I impulsively stepped into the kitchen-living room and immediately caught sight of her.

"There you are!" I hissed. The young model look-alike had thrown himself down on the sofa, and was completely out of breath and overheated. She panicked when she saw my angry and almost threatening face.

"You can't just come in here!" she squealed in terror, not expecting me to be so cold and indifferent as to move into the house and trespass on their private grounds in this obvious way. I took a step forward, which promptly made her scurry back onto the sofa and to the corner of it. Before I could do more, the front door suddenly opened.

"We´re home!" it was the bright voice of the father. I stiffened, clenching my fists tightly. I was furious. Think that bastard could be so lucky and still get away with this. I bit my lip hard and could feel an inner desire to flay her alive. Only a few meters from me, she lay as a defenseless prey. She had now escaped my clutches and fled home. I was so damn close.

"Fuck you!" ...