The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky - Chapter 21
Date: 1/1/2024,
Categories:
Fantasy
Cheating
Coercion
Erotica
Exhibitionism
Older Male / Female,
Reluctance
Voyeurism
Author: Piglet838, Source: sexstories.com
... color. I lick it from all sides.
Straightening, I push him back, out of the water spray, near a bench, molded into the shower. Raising my leg up on the bench, I position him against me. With his dick in my hand, I guide him to my anxiously awaiting pussy. He plants his feet apart, lowering his torso to better match my height. Tilting my hips, I take his fat dick, deep inside me again. With one hand on my breast, he begins thrusting, massaging my breast and kissing me, all at the same time. He is a very enthusiastic lover. "Oooh, I can't get over how tight you are, and your warm, velvety softness." He breathes into my ear.
With his words, I feel myself cumming again. My body bucks involuntary, my breath coming in gasps. It just goes on for what must have been a full minute while he strokes in and out of me. When I feel that I can take no more, Lacey's dad shoots another load, deep within me. With a conspiratorial laugh, we uncouple, and rinse off. Grabbing towels, we dry each other off. ...
... Gathering our clothes, we work at trying to put ourselves back together, again.
***
In the car, he places his hand on my thigh. "I guess we haven't even met. What is your name?"
"My name is Tiffany," I reply.
"Tiffany," he repeats as if trying on the name, to see how it feels, spilling out of his mouth. Then he seems to come to himself. "I'm David, but I guess you should probably call me Mr Anderson." he smiles. "Thank you for making an old man, very very happy. Even though we cannot speak of this, I want you to know that I will certainly never forget it." Then he adds, "Tiffany, if you ever want anything from me in the future, please, just ask. I cannot promise that we can do anything like this again, but who knows?"
Coming into my house, my sister asks, "Was that a guy who just dropped you off?" She looks at me quizzically, with her head tilted and one eyebrow raised.
"Please," I answered in mock exasperation. "He's old enough to be my dad. It's Mr Anderson, Lacey's dad."