Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... women dressed in just brown shirts every day.

They had gone native and as a red-blooded thirty-two year old American man I can assure you that I didn't mind.

If they had to get out in the sun they'd put on uniform pants but otherwise they stuck to just wearing the shirts. Of course on the ladies the shirts were really a short dress. Short enough that I didn't mind getting treated to seeing pretty legs every day.

It was the middle of February when one night Leslie was in my cabin drinking with me and acting a bit silly. It wasn't just the drink.

"I had a fiancé, you know." she says to me.

"Oh, I didn't know that. Do tell."

"We were supposed to get married when I got back to France but that was supposed to be back in July."

"We'll get you back to France, it's just going to be a while is all. Don't worry."

She stretched out a bare leg and I could see all the way to her hip. "You've seen more of me than he has, Bob."

I sipped my whiskey. "I suppose I have at that."

She fingered the top button on her shirt. "Would you want to see more?"

"Don't play with me, Leslie. I'm trying my best to be honorable here and I don't normally do that kind of thing."

"What? Try to see more of a girl?" she teased.

"No, I usually don't try to be honorable."

She laughed at the joke and then stood up and undid her buttons and let the shirt fall open before it fell to the floor. She was beautiful and the dim light of the kerosene lamp made her look even more ...

... beautiful.

All I had on were shorts and I stood up and let them go.

When we finally kissed it was clear to me that she had been building up some strong feelings for me. I held her close and enjoyed feeling her smooth skin. There was a nice curve to her ass and her tits were nice too.

Neither of us was interested in wasting any more time and we ended up in a clinch on my bed. We rolled around a bit kissing and feeling each other and then I got her onto her back. Her mouth opened and she had a bit of a shocked look on her face as I poked into her. "Gently...please" she whispered.

"You've never done this before?"

"No. Never." she replied.

I did my best to slow down but soon enough I was deep inside of her and we were making love.

"Oh, you make me feel so good!" she whispered.

I kept at it and soon she had her legs up allowing me to get as deep as I could.

Her breath got ragged and she started moaning and making little cries. She finally tensed and held me tight and then she relaxed.

"Tu es ma joie de vivre!" she exclaimed. I had no idea what this meant but it sounded good.

I didn't last much longer and then I was shoving my cock deep into her and spurting my cream. Can't even begin to say how satisfying this was.

It was time to put out the light so a little puff at the lamp and my cabin went dark.

Sometime during the night I woke up and was momentarily confused feeling Leslie next to me. Then I remembered what had happened and my cock was ...