Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... to discuss it with them."

"Leslie, you'll forgive me if I have to get used to the European idea of kissing and telling. That's a new one for me."

"We're girls, Robert. Talking is one of the things we do better than men. You should know that."

I looked at Leslie, "You're no girl, baby doll, you're a grown woman!"

"Robert, I'm closer to their age than yours. I'm twenty-three to their eighteen and you're what? Forty?"

"Thirty-two." I sternly corrected.

"As I said."

In the whole time I'd been with Leslie I'd taken it for granted that she was maybe a little younger than I was. Her bearing was more mature than I expected for twenty-three and I was now adjusting to the notion of being older than she was.

We moved on in the conversation and were about to stop for the night when Leslie and Laurelle took up a hushed conversation in French.

Turning around and putting her hand on my arm, Leslie said, "Laurelle asked me if she could stay in your cabin tonight."

"With me?"

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, "Of course, you silly man! With you!"

I looked over at Laurelle and she had her chin on her knees with her eyes towards me. Her red hair had been brushed out and it flowed over her back and around her shoulders. I realized she'd made herself pretty for me.

"You won't blow a fuse later on?" I asked.

"No. And for the same reasons we already discussed."

"Then if she wants to come with me she can."

Leslie turned to Laurelle and simply ...

... said, "Oui."

Laurelle's expression didn't change much as she got up from the floor and then looked at me. Then I could see the apprehension in her eyes.

"Leslie, make sure she wants to do this."

Leslie got up and the two of them spoke briefly.

"I told Laurelle that if she has any doubts then not to do this. She clearly has doubts but says she still wants to be with you." Leslie hugged Laurelle and then headed off to bed.

I offered my hand to Laurelle and she hesitated for a moment and then put her hand in mine. I led her outside to Galene and then felt my way around the boat ending up in my cabin.

Guiding her to my bed I had her lay down before I joined her.

Starting out slow I caressed her and enjoyed feeling her slight frame. Laurelle was taller and thinner than the other girls and I loved exploring her thin arms and trim legs. Her rack was nice enough but still smaller than Leslie's or Verina's. I generally liked a more sturdy woman but something about Laurelle was captivating to me.

My interest in her grew as I explored her body.

For her part Laurelle sighed as I caressed her but she didn't try to touch me back. I didn't mind.

I touched her face and found her lips and kissed her. It took her a minute or so and then she relaxed and kissed me back. Finally she drifted a delicate hand up my side and I felt her fingertips exploring my skin.

This went on for a while and I did my best to be patient. But then there came that time that I wanted to ...