It’s a gorgeous, clear night. I can see the moonlight spill in through the window in my room. I sit up in bed. I have on just a cami that’s loose everywhere except where it stretches over my plump breasts, and my yoga shorts. I slip into my flip flops and head down to the dock. Maybe the rocking will lull me to sleep.
As I approach, I realized there’s a figure already on the dock, lounging back in a deck chair in the moonlight. My footsteps make creaking sounds as I step onto the wooden planks. Mr. Sheppard turns his head and we made eye contact.
“I was hoping that was you, Jackie,” he admits. He’s sipping a glass of bourbon.
“Oh hey, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can head back in…”
“Stay, please,” he quickly rebuts.
Although there are plenty of seats available, I walk around him and sat down on the dock in front of him, my back facing him.
“How come you were hoping it was me?” I pry cheekily. I lean back, wedging myself between his legs. If this is the last few days we’d see each other, I might as well throw myself out there and see what happens. *Who is this bold woman?* I hardly recognize myself. I put on an air of confidence, but my hands are trembling.
He set his drink down and rested his hands on my shoulder, which quickly turned into a shoulder rub. My entire body relaxed into him, I made the right choice.
“I’ve been thinking about you today. You know, you made quite an impression on me in that jet ski ride.”
“Mmmm,” I respond, mostly to his strong fingers digging into my stiff shoulders.
He goes on, “and I think I left one on you too.”
“Mmmhmmm,” I express, both in reaction to the massage and affirming his suspicion. I’m not sure what he’s referring to, but I have an inkling that he may have overheard my moans earlier that day, I hadn’t done a very good job of hiding them.
I lay my head back against his inner thigh and look up at him. We’re sitting more intimately than I’ve ever sat with anyone. My face is inches from his manhood and I’m under the grip of his skilled fingers. We make eye contact and froze.
Without second thought, I place my hand on his and lead it to my chest. I grab his index finger and guide it inside my tank top to my nipple, circling it around. A smirk crosses Mr. Sheppard’s face. He’s flattered, but he isn’t someone else’s play thing. I like to think I’m in control, but deep inside I know I’m so not.
With his other hand and grabs me by my waist, like he’d done earlier that day. He hauls me onto his lap with authority, my legs dangle over the side of the chair. I land face to face with him. We pause for a second to give the other party a chance to resist, but neither of us wants that. The wait, the refrain is over. We give into temptation wholeheartedly.
We sink into a heavy kiss. Our tongues slid together with desperate hunger, we kiss so intently our teeth clacked and his stubble scratched up my soft cheeks. I’m instantly addicted his sweet taste, I’ll forever chase that first high.
I wrap my arms around his neck and spread my legs a little. He knows exactly what I’m asking for. He works his hands up from my knee to my inner thigh. I grind my ass down into his crotch and feel the glorious bulge I couldn’t keep my sight off earlier that day reappear.
“You know your effect on me, don’t you?” he teases with a low laugh, aware that his package is about to poke into my ass cheek through the fabric of his resort-wear linen pants.
“I could say the same to you,” I respond between kisses. I unwrap one arm from around his neck and run my fingers under the waistline of his undergarment, along his lower abdomen. He shivers in reaction.
“Ffff….” He breaths in sharply, stopping himself from saying something.
“What? What were you gonna say? ‘Fuck me?’” I taunt in a provocative voice. I look him in the eyes and change my tone to dead serious and sultry. “Fuck me, Dave. I want you to fuck me senseless.”
He kisses me tenderly for a moment, stands up with me in his arms, and places me back down on the chair alone. He walks into the boathouse and returns a moment later with a yoga mat. He lays it down on the dock next to me.
“Get over here, Jackie,” he whispers in a deep voice.
“Yes, sir,” I gladly obliged.
I crawl out of my chair on my hands and knees over to him, stopping at his feet and looking up. He can see clearly down my tank top. I lift my arms and he takes the cue to take my shirt off, before whipping his off and setting them both aside. He kneels down to meet me at my height and embraces me in his arms. Fuck it feels good to make out with him topless, I’d pictured it so many times. Years of refraining from touching his figure, admiring his physique from a distance all culminate at once.
I run my fingers down his back from his shoulder blades to his ass. He caresses my tits with both hands, handling them like prized jewels. He backs out of the kiss for a moment to admire the luscious curves of my figure reflecting moonlight. He squeezes my breasts them together and brings his mouth to my chest, dancing his tongue over my nipples. I react with a pleased hum, which makes him dive in for more. He feasts on my perky breasts, leaving faint bite marks on the sensitive skin. I never knew I could be so turned on.
He holds me possessively, one arm wrapped around my back and he moves the other back to my upper thigh where he’d last left it. Our mouths find each other again, unable to break apart for too long. By the time he works his hand up to my folds, juices are seeping through my booty shorts. He clasps my pussy through the shorts and I yelp.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Dave practically growls.
“I’ve been wet for you all day,” I confess.
This set him off. He dives into the forbidden territory of my womanhood. I feel his thumb run up my labia and land squarely on my clit, making me practically squeal into his mouth as we make out. I lean into Dave’s grip, and he releases our kiss. I pout as he moved his hand off my slit, but I follow his lead as he lowers me to my back. He crawls over me on all fours, surrounding my little frame with his substantial body. His erection presses against my stomach through his pants unabashedly. I finally have the satisfaction of reaching out and touching it, tracing the enormous appendage through the fabric. I savour every second, years of temptation were finally being fulfilled.
He traces kisses from my jaw down my stomach to my waist. I’m ecstatic, panting and giggling as I overflow with delight. He runs his fingers under the fabric of my shorts and pulls them off in one fell swoop, I let my legs fall open revealing my wet pink pussy to him. Even by moonlight, I know by his facial expressions that he’s just as desperate for my tight young cunt as he is to make me cum. He picks up his kisses where he’d left off, right at my mound. I lay back and stare up at the night sky, the dock rocking under me.
He takes his sweet time, building me up to beg for him. He drags his tongue in lazy licks from my hips to my ass. He switches sides, breathing hot air onto my clit as he passes by but never stopping to give it attention. Nothing could be better when he finally brings his face fully between my legs and tongues my folds. A lifetime of patience paid off. He starts deep and slow, a rhythm of long, limp laps to warm me up. He works me up precisely and expertly, shaking his head from side to side, flicking his tongue across my hot button. I have to bring my palm to my mouth and bite hard to muffle shrieks of pleasure. I respond to his sweet strokes, rolling my hips and moaning for more.
I’d never experienced a man like him before, who didn’t fumble around or tire easily. He pins my legs down under his biceps and slurps up my juices. This is what I’d been craving. No college boy would ever be able to satisfy me again.
He slides a finger in, curling it in me. I writhe under him, reacting in erotic sounds and stirs. Two fingers, he’s stretching me out. My canal tightens around his fingers and he lets out a low laugh, directly into my cunt. The vibrations from the laugh shock me into a new level of bliss.
He drives me to orgasm in minutes, I can hardly handle his intense, expert touch. I quickly climax in a burst, he keeps moaning and laughing to himself with his lips tightly sealed around my clit. Clearly he’s amused by my eagerness and fragility. Lightning bolts of pleasure shoot up my body as I peak. I smother my elated moans with my forearm. Between the jet ski earlier and this treatment, my pussy had never had such an active day. No doubt I’ll be drained in no time.
I lie back, relaxing into the smooth rock of the dock as I recover. Dave leaves my crease quivering and thoroughly soaked. I hear him undress his bottom half and crawl back up to me. I can see flecks of sticky nectar in his beard, reflecting the moonlight as he approaches me, completely naked. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined how appetizing he’d look, how turned on I’d be, how perfect this night would turn out.
He caresses my torso softly with his hand, letting the trail of my slick juices swirl on my stomach off his fingers. I shudder in response, still running high with endorphins as I’m coming down from my climax. I’m catching my breath and he’s watching my breasts rise and fall with each gasp.
I sit up, we’re both propped up by one arm as we face each other, just comfortable enough on the thin mat. I wouldn’t have cared if we were on gravel, I need this man.
I home my attention in on his manhood, seeing it in its full glory for the first time. The mysterious bulge is fully exposed – his hard, hot erection in front of me. My hands are drawn to it like magnets, my eyes pop at its impressive size and beauty. I’ve coveted this piece, I’ve pined to feel every inch of it, in my hands and in my core.
I seize the mast in my hands, feeling its girth in my small grip. Dave watches me, I’m overwhelmed with how to handle this massive appendage and delectable man. I stroke it and looked up at Dave for approval. He senses my apprehension, seeing through the false confidence I paraded in front of him minutes ago.
“Jackie, relax. Trust me, we’ll both end our night satisfied.”
I take a more playful approach, massaging it with the tips of my fingers, tickling and teasing his shaft. My soft touch tantalizes him, he needs more. Before I know it, Dave scoops me in his arm and lays me on my back again. He brings his shaft to my folds, and slides it along the silky juices still lingering in my crevice. My clit tingles as he glides his erection across it, back and forth. I contort my frame under him from the astounding sensation. He likes when I struggle under him and he keeps going, pleasuring me with his length.
He rocks his hips all the way back, lining his tip with my opening. I hold my breath, neither of us can wait another second. He plunges into me, rocking the dock with his vigorous thrust. I stretch around him, it’s a tight fit. He growls in my ear as his body slams into mine. His knees are pinned on either side of my hips, driving his cock with prowess and agility.
“Oh fuck, Jackie. Holy shit you’re tight, good thing you were so wet,” he manages, while I’m gasping for air under him.
“Fuuu… give it to me, Dave. I want it hard and fast.” I challenge, not knowing what I’m in for.
“Oh Jackie,” I love the decadent way he says my name with his deep voice, “I’m not going to hold back.”
I whimper in response. He pulls out almost all the way, then his bodyweight drives him back in with force, again and again. My mouth opens in a silent scream, I’m so far out of my league, out of my comfort zone. I arch my back, thrusting my tits at his face. I run my hands up and down his gorgeous biceps, which are propping him up over me. I’ve wanted to caress these arms for ages, and I also need something to grip as he’s knocking my body around under him. Beads of sweat roll off his brow and land on my cheek. We’re a sticky, salty, steamy knot of limbs.
He leans back for a moment and I let his arms go, he picks up my legs and holds them up, bringing my knees to my collarbones. He rubs my whole legs down with his rough hands as he fucks me from this deep, direct angle. God, I love the way he takes control. We grunt and gasp as we build each other up. The concentration on his face thrills me, he was serious when he said we’re both leaving satisfied.
Dave slides a hand under my waist, propping me up to sit up straight so I drop on his shaft with every slam. He’s on his knees on the mat, holding me up. We smack together, the skin on skin slaps blend in with the sounds of the lake at night. There’s a faint echo in the distance, I don’t know if that’s from us or not. My tits are shaking and bouncing loosely, I’ve lost all composure. I lean into his frame, letting my forehead rest on his chest. I love the feeling of his entire core rolling with each thrust. Water ripples away from the dock as it shakes under our rhythm.
I don’t want this to end, but I’m so close to finishing. I can’t help it. My moans get louder and louder until I feel his large palm clasp over my mouth. No one needs to know we’re down here. I tilt my face to the side and catch the tip of his thumb, I suck it in my mouth. It’s a consolation prize for not being able to express myself vocally. Dave looks across at me, eyebrows raised, he’s even more turned on. I take my time and play around, giving his thumb a sensual lick and suck while we continue thrusting furiously. Bouncing on his dick like this has been a dream come true.
“Oh yeeea… yess…” I mutter deliriously, his thumb still between my lips. I can’t form sentences anymore. “Don’t sto…” I say before I’m cut off by my own gasp.
I start losing control, absolutely euphoric about the whole situation. I’m turning into a sloppy mess, missing the beat of our rhythm and collapsing in on him. My muscles contract, I’m so close to cumming that the slightest breeze or graze of my nipple might set me off. Dave senses it, he pulls his thumb out from my lips and circles the lubricated appendage gently on my clit. Oh God, it’s too much. My body tenses, squeezing Dave’s cock in me as if it could get any tighter. He’s worked me up to my max.
“Mmm, that’s right, Jackie. Cum for me, baby. Cum on me. Cum all over my cock.”
How does he have so much composure in this moment? My face contorts, my eyes roll back in my head. I bite my lip as I climax. He’s holding me by the waist as I lean back, pressing my palms into his chest, but he never slows down. He’s right there with me. He can’t stop now. I need relief, but I’m not going to get it just yet. I push through my orgasm, squeezing my thighs tight over Dave’s hips.
He finally erupts with a roar. The sight of me writhing blissfully on him tipped him over. I’m overflowing, nectar from both of us is pooling out of my slit. Dave’s body quivers in mine as his cream empties into me. The feeling of this sexy, skilled, substantial man shaking between my legs is intoxicating. His hips jam his length fully into me for the last time, jiggling my entire body as my legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, my calves pressing into his ass. He couldn’t be any closer, any deeper in me.
A tidal wave of pleasure overcomes us as we react to each other’s jolts and twitches, fully intertwined in each other. He growls my name in my ear. We rest in each other for a moment, letting our endorphins flow from our cores to our extremities.
I can finally relax. He leans back and I let my arms come down to the dock, propping me up now on top of him. He lies back fully on the dock, he’s not even on the mat anymore but he couldn’t care less. I rest my head on his chest and he brings an arm around my back, his fingers land on my shoulder. He’s softening inside of me. I don’t want him to ever slip out. He lightly brushes and scratches my shoulder, it sends shivers throughout. My pussy still quivers at random intervals as we calm down and catch our breath. My breasts stick to his abs. I couldn’t be more satisfied.
Our breath syncs up, I rise and fall on his chest as he breathes. I can feel his heartbeat return to normal as my flushed cheek presses into his pectoral. His nipple is hovering right by my mouth, I giggle for a second. Dave looks down at me, intrigued, before I lick his nipple. A confused look crosses his face.
“What? You liked doing it to me!” I chuckle, this time using my flirty schoolgirl tone without shame. He may be the most sexually mature partner I’ve ever had, but that doesn’t mean there can’t be any fun and games. If he thinks he can tame the brat in me, I’d like to see him try. He smirks at me, gives me one last lingering kiss, and leans his head back.
“Yeah, no shit, Jackie,” he responds with a low laugh. “I can’t believe we waited so long.”
“Well I just never had the chance to seduce you before,” I responded cheekily, as if the circumstances were that simple.
I finally slide off of him, letting his shaft pull out of me entirely. I lay on my back next to him and we float silently, looking at the sky. We’ll have to head in soon, but we’re not ready yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ixoey6/my_best_friends_dad_joins_us_at_the_cottage_part
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