0 comments/ 7210 views/ 0 favorites I Love You, Sam By: VeronicaLily We're sitting together on the sofa, talking. He reaches an arm around me and pulls me closer to him. I lean my head on his shoulder, relaxing under his strong, protective arm. We've known one another nearly our whole lives and never sat like this, but somehow it feels as old and comfortable as time itself. His arm wasn't so strong then though, I remembered--not so well-muscled and manly as it was now. I used to look upon that arm as one to love and protect--not one to look to for love and protection. Yet now...I looked up into his face, into those ever-changing hazel eyes, and I saw that the boy I loved had become a man. The soft edges had hardened, the jawline had become prominent, the eyes had grown serious and, sadly, a little tired. A new feeling fell atop all the old ones. And what was this unfamiliar emotion? It was indefinable, as love often is. I knew I had no hope of understanding it; all I knew was that for the first time in my life, I wanted to kiss you. I sat up and turned to you, our eyes holding one another. Gently, slowly, I moved my face toward yours, my eyes closing as our lips touched. I felt your breathing quicken as you wrapped your arms around me and pulled me into you, our kissing growing more and more passionate. I stroked your face and you ran your hands up and down me, soaking in the body you had secretly longed to touch for so long. You entangled your fingers in my hair, and I moaned as you pulled on it. Picking me up with my legs clenched around your waist, you carried me across the room where you held against the wall, still pressing deep kisses onto my lips, which so openly welcomed yours. Your hands slid up my narrow waist under my shirt and you found, to your surprise, that I was wearing no bra. the feeling of your hand cupping my breast made me moan and gasp beneath you, and you pulled my shirt off the rest of the way to reveal my naked torso. "God you're beautiful, Sam," you said, using my old nickname as you stared at my breasts. I smiled at you, and gestured to the bedroom. You got the message immediately and, grabbing my hand, pulled me quickly into the next room. You eased me onto the bed, crawling on top of me and pulling off your shirt. You pressed down onto me, our chests meeting, and the feeling of skin-on-skin contact was intense for us both. I cried out and you groaned as my nipples brushed your chest, and you looked into my eyes hungrily as you leaned in to kiss me once again, this time with a renewed fury. I ran my hands desperately over your shoulders and arched into you, my body begging for more, and you reached down and removed my skirt and your jeans, leaving us in only our underwear. I could feel your hard, erect cock now as you pressed into me, and I could tell I was very wet as well. I looked into your eyes, mine pleading with you to make love to me, to share with me, to express such a deep love for one another the only way we knew how. You understood, as you always understand me. We removed the last of our clothing, leaving us naked together, and my heart slammed furiously against my rib cage as you put on a condom and leaned over me. I lifted my knees and opened them to you, and our eyes met as you entered me for the first time. I had never seen such a look upon your face. You began to move in me, gently at first and then building, and it felt so good. Our bodies rocked in unison and our cries seemed to join in a cloud above our heads, raining back down upon us. The feelings built, and our pace quickened, and soon you were gasping, your face writhing with enjoyment. I felt you clench and then spasm inside of me, and then for a second, we were frozen in ecstasy. Then it was released, and your breath left you all at once, and you opened your eyes. I smiled at you as you pulled out of me and threw away the condom, and then you laid down next to me and once again put your arm around me and pulled me in close. As I laid my head on your shoulder, you whispered, "I love you, Sam." And I whispered back, "I love you too." I Love You Scott He comes to me from behind and helps me take my coat off and throws it on the bed. Putting his two large and soft hands on my shoulders, he groans with excitement and delight while he traces his hands down my back and arms and places his hands around my waist to my crotch. He starts to lift up my short dress by dragging his hand up my thigh and massages my vagina. I am wet already for he always turns me on just from being in his presence. But now I am more than moist and it gets onto his hand...and he smells it. He lets me afterward to smell what we have concocted together; His hand a skilled machine, and my electric body as the fuel. "Scott, I was wondering..." I said with a gaze and a tilting lean of my head to get a look at his face. "Do you think you will ever want me? I mean, not just want but NEED me like I need You." "Rachele, you hardly even know me," said Scott matter of factually but in a gentle manner. "I know, but I FEEL like I do. I mean you are so much better than all the other men I come across...just from how you've been SO FAR." I started undressing. "It will take time to build trust even for our friendship." I sighed and put my dress into the hamper. In just my lace lingerie, I come towards him and wrap one of my legs around his and place my hands on his strong chest. and I kiss him on his handsome face. Then I lean on him, pushing him closer towards me. I hold him right against my breasts and take him captive in my clutch. I bring him to the edge of the bed and he says, "Hold on Rachele, I am going to fall over." "That's what I was hoping to do!" and I threw him down on the bed. I jumped on him before he could sit up and run away. "Rachele, please stop!" "No you WILL want me! I NEED you Scott! I don't care if you're not divorced yet. I know you need to be mine and that's all that matters! Why do you care to stay with a wife who says she wants to leave you? When I want you so badly! OH Scott!" and my vagina is sitting on his penis but lightly for my knees are digging into the comforter of the bed and my arms on both sides of Scott's head and I am looking at him directly in the eyes and talking to him while he is lying down. I have him trapped. He will never get away from me! "Rachele, until I am officially divorced, I am going to try to make my marriage work...I am sorry." and he starts to turn me away and I let him go as he gets up and walks away to undress. Bye Rachele. I am going to sleep now after I take a quick shower. Goodnight. And stop obsessing over me." He closes the door and once it shuts I, sitting on the bed with my knees up to my chest, I turn to cover my head in the sheets and begin crying. "Why doesn't he WANT me!? Doesn't he know how much I LOVE him?? He says I don't know what love is, but I so DO. I would do ANYTHING for Him!" And saying this I close my eyes and lie on my back flat. And I stare at the ceiling again with tears flowing from my eyes and it's dripping into my hair and ears. I hear a knock on the door, and I quickly wipe away my tears with my hands. And he opens the door a crack. I start taking off my lingerie. He sees me nude and just stares. "You're a beautiful young woman" Scott tells me as he looks over my body. His eyes mainly stayed on my face though. I liked him for that reason. I also liked him because he was twice my age. I was 25 and he was 53 and it was a perfect match for me. If only HE could see that! I can be his trophy wife. I can be his servant and maid. His nurse when he gets older, and his everything that he could possibly want - if I am capable of doing it doesn't he understand that I would and WILL do it?! "Oh Scott, please...take me! Don't you want me? Just grab me and hold me forever! Let me make all your fantasies come true. We can make it happen. Don't you believe me?" "I believe you" he says and he walks towards me and takes my face in his hands and gives me a great open mouth kiss. I've never liked open mouth kisses, but with Scott I wanted to do everything...even sex which I have been afraid of doing since the day I was spanked for it before I turned the age of 9. And then later, when I actually learned how to penetrate myself in masturbating instead of only making friends with my clitoris. I hated the way it felt. "How can people LIKE this?" I'd ask myself. But now I know why. Because they are with their own Scott. Just like I want to give myself to My Scott. Oh how I love this man! I Love You, Stephanie Mahoney I fell in love at an early age. Really early. I remember it clear as day, seven years old, like a bolt of lightning. Her name was Stephanie Mahoney, and she was a sixteen year old goddess assigned to babysit my precocious little self. I told her within minutes of her walking through the door that I planned on marrying her, and bless her, she didn't laugh, just smiled and said she liked younger men, but she expected to be kept in a certain fashion when we did get married. My parents were in a phase that year, wanting to be out having a life, so Stephanie Mahoney and I spent a great deal of time together. She was patient and sweet to all my youthful advances. She would never give me the treasured kiss I desired, but was never mean in rejecting me. In the drawer beside my bed I still have a photo album from that summer entitled the Jared Newman Loves Stephanie Mahoney Memory Book. Looking at the pictures, I can definitely see why I fell so hard, so fast. At the time, I didn't see her perfect body or even have an idea of what a perfect body was, but that face. Raven black hair over porcelain skin, green eyes with lashes out to there, a light dusting of freckles over her nose, and her mouth. Poets would write sonnets about her mouth. Full lips, with the top just a little larger than the bottom framing even white teeth when she flashed her gorgeous smile. Eventually my obsession diminished but never totally faded and I moved on with my life. A lifeguard at 11, my optometrist at 13, and an intern teacher when I was 15. All innocent crushes, but some sort of love. I grew to have more success, but I never found love. I lost my virginity my first year of college and again wished it was with my first love. How could I when I fell truly and deeply in love with Stephanie Mahoney at 7? I graduated high school with high honors (did I mention just how precocious I was) and won a full ride academic scholarship for college. I graduated with a degree in electrical engineering in three years and decided to enter the workforce in full stride. 21 years old and making a very comfortable six figure salary designing electrical systems for mines. Working for a mining company allowed me to travel extensively, and I spent time in the Congo, Peru, Chile, Malaysia, China, and Vietnam. Our company branched in desalinization plants, and I spent a year and a half in Australia. By 26, I was making in the high six figures and was heading up entire projects by myself. My company recently flew me to Cancun, Mexico where I had a meeting with an industrial company interested in setting up a plant 50 miles up the coast from Cancun. I decided to mix business with pleasure and overstayed my meeting to take some much overdue vacation time. When my vacation started, I moved over to a resort in the hotel zone and rented a jacuzzi suite for a week. My balcony had the jacuzzi, and I planned to soak and drink for most of the time I was there. On my third day I decided to wander around and check out the hotel zone. I wandered through the market and bought a few trinkets for people at the office, then headed down the street to a restaurant with a Day of the Dead theme. It looked good and had every kind of tequila possible, so I popped in. I was eating and something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. It might have been the bright color dress, or the laughter from the group, but most likely it was the black hair. I had no moment of hesitation where I doubted it, I just instantly knew I was looking at Stephanie Mahoney. I stared in shock, both at seeing her and seeing she was even more beautiful 20 years later than she had been at 16. My eyes flew to her hand and saw she wore no ring, and as her entire group were women, I thought there was a chance she was single. My mind raced, wondering how to approach her. She was my dream girl...er...woman, and for the first time in a long time, I was nervous. It had been a long time since talking to a woman gave me butterflies, but I had them. I flagged the waiter down after I finished eating, and asked him in Spanish to deliver a round of drinks to her table and to give me the tab for their dinner. I asked him to tell the woman named Stephanie that Jared Newman said hello. I sat nervously and waited, and when he approached the table with the drinks, I waited to see her reaction. At first all the ladies cheered at getting free drinks, then Stephanie's head swiveled around the room. I assumed she would take a while to recognize the little boy she had taken care all grown up, but as soon as she saw me, her smile lit up her face and she came out of her seat towards me. I stood and met her half way and she solved my question by embracing me immediately. "Jared! Oh my god! What in the world are you doing here? Traveling the world like always, huh?" I laughed. "Yes, I am. Um, how do you know I travel all the time, and how in the world did you recognize me so fast?" "I'm friends with your mom on Facebook. She posts pictures of you and your travels all the time. I would have friended you, but she said you don't have it." "No. Never took the time. So, are you kind of a stalker now?" I deadpanned. She swiped at me when she realized I was kidding. "You have to come meet my friends! They are dying to find out who the gorgeous man who bought us drinks is." I followed her over and she introduced me to Diane, Michelle, and Hannah. They all worked together for the same doctor, and each year he closed his office and sent the staff on a vacation. The waiter brought me a chair and I sat. After a barrage of questions, I told them about my job, and how I had extended my work trip to take a vacation. "And how do you know our Stephanie?" asked Michelle. "Stephanie was my very first love," I said. "I was seven, and for about a year, she babysat me a couple of times a week." "Oooh, young love, huh?" cooed Hannah. "Well, for me. Stephanie just tolerated my pining with good grace," I laughed. "I told him once he got a little older and could support me like the princess I am, I would marry him." "Are you here to sweep her off her feet," laughed Diane. "The thought did cross my mind, but since I don't have Facebook, I couldn't check her relationship status," I said, glancing at Stephanie out of the corner of my eye. "Last time I checked it said single and looking, with just a hint of desperation," said Diane. "Enough, you're embarrassing me," said Stephanie with a twinkle in her eye. We sat and chatted and when their food came, I excused myself. They insisted I stay with them, so I went and got my drink and let the waiter know to bring my check and theirs to the new table and went back over. "Where are you staying?" Stephanie asked. "Riu Palace Las Americas," I responded. "Is that the white one right down the road?" she asked. "Yes, the one with the statues on top," I said. "We're at the pinkish Riu right next door." "If you ladies need an escort back, you're right on the way," I said. "A gentleman through and through." said Diane. The waiter brought both checks and I put enough cash in for both, and even though they all protested, they relented and let me buy their dinner. We walked out and started down the road to the hotels. The other three walked ahead and Stephanie and I stayed back and talked. "I really can't believe we ran into each other here," said Stephanie. "Kind of strange really. I haven't seen you probably since you graduated high school. Did you end up going to college?" "I went to Washington State. Got a business administration degree." "Ever get married?" I asked. She laughed. "Yes I did. I met Todd in college. We graduated and I went to work in pharmaceutical sales and he went on to medical school. We spent every penny I made so he could finish and about a year after his residency, he divorced me and moved in with another doctor from med school. Turns out they both relied on their spouses to get them through school, had an affair all during school, then got together later. That was almost 7 years ago and I haven't been in a really serious relationship since." We walked on for a bit, me lost in my head and enjoying the warm ocean breeze. I glanced over at Stephanie and definitely liked what I saw. She was trim and beautiful, and the summer dress she was wearing clung to her in just the right way. All the feelings of my seven-year old self were there, but now I had a 27 year olds perspective of life and sex to add to those adolescent feelings of love. "And why have you never married, Mr. Newman?" "Would you believe me if I said its because I've never found anyone that measured up to you?" I asked. "I would believe you might say that if you thought there was a chance of getting in my panties," she laughed. "I see you and my mom are closer than I thought," I said. "She thinks I'm a degenerate womanizer. So, you're saying there is absolutely no chance of getting in your panties?" "Yes she does think that, and I'm not even going answer your question," she said with a chuckle. "In all honesty, I really haven't met anyone to compare to you. Or more accurately, that compares to the sixteen year old you. I don't know you now, so I can't say if anyone measures up to you." "You were always the sweetest little boy. It looks like you just might be the sweetest man, too." We arrived at her hotel and I said goodbye to the other ladies as they walked inside. Stephanie hung back, and looked at me as I stood fidgeting. I was seven again, smitten over the beautiful woman in front of me. "We are going to Isla Mujeres tomorrow," she said. "We leave from the dock we just passed back there at 9 in the morning. I would like you to come with us if you don't have any plans." "Are you sure your friends won't mind?" "Are you kidding me? Those hussies would like nothing more than to spend the day in the company of an extremely handsome man, trust me." "So, you think I'm extremely handsome?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She pantomimed buttoning her lip. "Please come with us." "I'll see you in the morning." We hugged briefly and she gave me a peck on the cheek. I watched her walk inside, and before the door closed, she leaned back out. "Extremely handsome, Mr. Newman." I walked the remainder of the way to my hotel with a spring in my step and a smile on my face, happier with life than I had been in quite some time. I was a grown man and at least some part of Stephanie Mahoney found me attractive. The next morning I arrived at the dock and waited near the sidewalk for the women to arrive. I saw them and realized Diane was not in the group. I said hello to them and exchanged another brief hug with Stephanie. We walked up to the booth and I bought the tickets for the ferry. They protested a bit, but I could tell they liked having someone fussing over them. The boat ride over was fun as we sat on top with the wind blowing and the blue water racing under the ferry. I listened as the three women talked about what they wanted to do on the island, but offered no input. I was merely along for the ride. Once we docked at the island, we streamed off and walked over to the small warren of shops fronting the main road. The women took off for the Señor Frog gift shop, so I walked down the road and found a golf cart rental place. I signed one out and drove back around and parked. When they came out, I waved them over. "Your chariot awaits." Stephanie hopped in front with me, while Hannah and Michelle climbed onto the rear facing seat. I drove out onto the road among the mopeds and golf carts competing with the little red taxis for space on the narrow road. We drove for a while, stopping here and there to take pictures. I spotted a Modelorama, which had a drive-in area. They place was lined with coolers and we hopped out to get drinks and snacks. I grabbed a Leon beer for me, and paid out a ridiculously small amount for all the stuff. Back in the cart, we headed to the sea turtle nursery and aquarium. It was kind of cool, but didn't take long. I went over and sat on the rail as the women shopped in the gift store and watched them as they walked over. Hannah was the youngest of the three, probably 25 or so, and was quite pretty. She had strawberry blonde curls, fair skin, with pretty blue eyes. Her figure was quite nice as well, with small breasts, a flat stomach, and a pretty, round butt. Her tank top and sweat shorts emphasized her assets. Michelle was also very pretty, but she was much fuller figured. It would not be unfair to say she pretty overweight, but she carried it well, and had a fun-loving spirit that made her even more attractive. She was covered in Capri pants and a short sleeve shirt. Even with Hannah present, Stephanie was the show-stopper. Even at 10 years older than Hannah, she was simply gorgeous. The black hair was cut in a shorter style shag, but still gleamed in the sun. Her eyes glowed green in the tropical sun, and the little sun dress she wore flattered her in every way. Her breasts were full, and the cleavage she was showing was intriguing, and the way the bottom hem danced around her at mid-thigh had me begging for a gust of wind. "Where to next, ladies?" "I'm famished," said Michelle. "Do you think it's safe to eat over here?" "I talked to the rental guy and he suggested a place down the road from here. It's a hotel and restaurant called Casa de Suenos. He said they have good food and everything is prepared like the big hotels in Cancun." "Sounds good," said Hannah. I drove down the road and after a bit saw the sign for the restaurant. We walked in over stones set in a shallow pool of water and the interior was amazing. We were greeted and let them know we were there for lunch. "Follow me," said the man, clearly an American. We sat in a small room and ordered drinks and looked over the menu. After deciding, we placed our orders. "All of our food is prepared from scratch, so the wait is just a little bit. Feel free to use the pool and cool off while you wait. Towels are provided as well. " The pool was gorgeous, tiled blue and infinity style. It looked down the hill over the ocean, and the view was to die for. Hannah immediately stripped off down to her swimsuit and waded in. Michelle, not having a suit sat on a lounger and watched as I stripped my shirt off and went in. I had worn board shorts just in case, and once I felt the water, I was glad I had. I looked up at Stephanie, who turned around and pulled her dress over her head. As she did, she exposed the most incredible ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a black and white striped bikini, and the bottoms fit her perfectly. She turned, and if anything, the front was definitely equal to the rear. It was evident she exercised, as she had a flat stomach with some ab definition, and her full breasts filled her top to perfection. I couldn't help but stare at the fabric dipping between her thighs, wondering how she would look fully naked. We swam for a while, and both women ended up dunking me under the water. It was a swarm as they attacked me, and there was ample skin on skin contact. Hannah had a wardrobe malfunction, and one perky rosy-tipped breast popped free. Though I wished it had been Stephanie, I didn't mind the free show. Lunch was good and afterwards, we hopped back on the cart and headed to the end of the island. They had an area set up for shopping around the ruins of the temple, and we took our time exploring. "I'm ready to shop," said Michelle. "Me, too," added Hannah. We drove back down the opposite coast and back into the little town. I found a parking spot and the women in back hopped out. "I'm going to have Jared take me to the beach," Stephanie said. "Let's meet back at the dock at 4:30 to catch the ferry back." I drove on, and followed the signs to North Beach. It was another suggestion by the rental guy, and easy to find. For the price of a few beers, we ended up with two loungers under an umbrella with some beach towels. We undressed again and stretched back to drink a beer as we watched the people pass by on their way to the ocean. "You ready for a swim," I asked. "Let's go." I followed her down to the water, watching the little bounce with each step. She waded in and I caught up with her as we hit waist deep. The water was crystal clear and blue over the white sand, and she looked like a goddess in the tropical water. "Did my ass meet with your approval?" "What?" I played as stupid as I could. "Jared, I'm a grown woman. I know when a man checks out my ass. I'm not offended, I just want to know what you think." I smiled at her openness. "I'm busted. You want the truth or do you wanna hear what I think you want to hear?" "Smart man. Let's be brave and go with the truth." "It's one and the same, really. You have a perfect ass. Absolutely spectacular. I have no idea what the world at large thinks of it, but to me, it should be bronzed and hung in a museum." She giggled. "I would think you're blowing smoke, but for some reason, I don't think that was a ploy to get in my panties." I was facing out to sea, while she was facing the beach. "Don't look now," she said, "but there a couple of very nice ladies your age walking by with no tops on." "Oh, did I forget to mention this is one of the only legal topless beaches on the Mayan coast?" "Yes, you did. Aren't you going to sneak a peek?" "Why? I like the view here just fine." "My panty radar just went off," she said. "It might should have that time," I said. She just laughed and sank under the water. She came up about 20 yards away. I swam under and spotted her, coming up just short of bumping into her. "I'm ready for another beer," she said. "How about you?" We waded out and I went up to the beach bar and got us a bucket of beer and headed back over to the umbrellas. She had pulled her lounger into the sun, and was laying on her stomach with her top untied. I sat the bucket in the sand and opened two with the attached opener. "Here's your beer," I said, holding it out to her. She turned her head and smiled at me, not raising up at all. "Okay, I'll just set it right here next to you," I said. I took a long drink of the cold beer and exhaled, satisfied with a great day. Stephanie managed to raise up and sit with her arm holding her top in place while grabbing the beer in her free hand. She took a long pull and the motion sent her top perilously close to falling down. The sight of her full, womanly breasts hanging free, covered only by the thin fabric of her suit made me instantly hard, a fact I shifted in my seat to hide. "Am I teasing you?" she asked. "Not at all," I said with a grin. "You are very innocently drinking a beer while trying to preserve your modesty. In no way do I construe your actions as anything other than that." "Oh, good. I felt bad for a minute and was just going to cut all pretenses and drop the top, but since I'm not teasing I'll just continue to preserve my delicate modesty." I knew she was teasing, and instead of being offended, I liked it quite a lot. If she was teasing me, she was interested, and interested was good in my book. I made a show of not looking at her, and instead turned my focus to the white sand and the crystal clear blue water in front of me. "It's time for a swim," I announced. "It's hot out here." I managed to tuck away my still swollen self and amble to the water and wade in before diving under and swimming a long way in the cool water. I came up and stood in the chest deep water. "I'm sorry, Jared," I heard behind me. "I didn't mean to be like that with you. It wasn't fair of me." I turned and smiled at her. "You are perfect just the way you are. You didn't bother me, I promise. I was hot and needed to cool off, in multiple ways." I Love You, Stephanie Mahoney "Cooling off is no fun," she said, pulling on the tie around her neck. "I mean, here we are in one of the only topless beaches in Mexico, and I'm being a big prude." She reached back and pulled the string behind her back and was again just holding wet fabric in front of her. "If I gave this to you to carry back for me, I could cross this off my bucket list." She turned and tossed the top over her shoulder to me and started wading out. I followed her all the way out, watching the delicate sway of her hips and the subtle bouncing of her ass, all while seeing an occasional side shot of her bare breasts. She sat and looked up at me, and for a long moment. I was able to make eye contact before my eyes were magnetically pulled downwards. Again, as so many times since I saw her, I was instantly a little seven year old boy. It was looking into those green eyes that had not changed, and I felt naughty on a different level when my eyes moved down to her bare breasts. The feelings were conflicting, making me at odds with my own persona. Once I actually looked at her breasts, all conflict disappeared and I enjoyed what I saw immensely. To say they were perfectly perky would be a lie, but they were amazing. No large-breasted 36 year-old has the breasts of a 20 year-old, but that fact made Stephanie's no less beautiful. The slight sag they had gave them a wonderful shape, and they fit her body wonderfully. Her areola were the same light brown as the dusting of freckles across her nose, and she had a light dusting of freckles across and between the tops of her breasts. Her areola contracted and her nipples hardened under my gaze, and I made myself look at her face again. I sipped my beer and maintained eye contact as we talked, both of us pretending it was normal behavior for her to sit there topless. We went for another swim, and I managed to be discreet and only sneak the occasional glance at her. She had an amused twinkle in her eye knowing the effect she was having on me, and all in all, it was fun and playful. I checked my watch and realized we had to go soon to meet Michelle and Hannah for the return ferry ride. It was with a sense of dismay that I watched her retie her top in place and drop her dress over her body. We wandered back to the cart and drove back through the crowded streets to return it. "This has been the best day I've had in a very long time, Stephanie Mahoney," I said. "Wait, your name probably isn't Mahoney anymore, is it?" She laughed. "It was Morris, but I took my maiden name back after the divorce." "It's weird how I still think of you by your full name." "Kind of like me thinking of you as Little Jared Newman even though there is nothing little about you." She gave me a full up and down once over, eyes lingering between my legs for a few beats. "How tall are you, anyways." "6'2". I had a growth spurt or ten since I last saw you." We dropped the cart off and walked the few streets over to the dock. As we walked, we were close together, our arms rubbing occasionally, and it gave me a serious case of butterflies. I was insanely attracted to Stephanie, and if I read the situation correctly, she was somewhat attracted to me. Michelle and Hannah waved as we walked up, and chatted excitedly as they showed Stephanie their treasures they had purchased. I looked as well, but my thoughts were far away. We boarded and found our seats, with the two of them sitting on a bench seat directly in front of us. After about ten minutes, Hannah started laughing. "You guys are so obvious it's unreal. What happened?" "What do you mean?" Stephanie asked. "I mean the tension, and by tension, I mean of the sexual variety, is thick between you two. You guys are so totally into each other it's crazy!" "Don't be silly," Stephanie said. "Jared is...Jared is an old friend." "Old friends make great lovers," added Michelle. "It's not like that," Stephanie said. "I doubt Jared has a whole lot of interest in someone my age." "On the contrary," I said. "I find you very appealing and your age plays no factor. I agree, though I'll take credit for the tension being one-sided on my part." "Oh, no you don't!" said Michelle, glaring at me. "Don't you dare be a gentleman and let her off the hook. And you," she said pointing at Stephanie, "don't let Jared believe it's all him when we can all tell the feeling is mutual." Stephanie threw her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. It's awkward, though! I was his babysitter! And you have known me for years and years and you're taking his side!" "He's much hotter than you," Michelle said smugly. I just laughed. It was nice to have the upper hand for once with her. I enjoyed her blushing cheeks for the rest of the ride back to Cancun. We docked and had to catch a taxi as the drop off was quite a ways from the hotels. Michelle jumped in front and the three of us squeezed into the back. The close contact did nothing to stifle my growing arousal, and thankfully the ride was a short one. We all got out at their hotel and I walked them to the door. Michelle and Hannah excused themselves and left Stephanie and I alone. "I'm really sorry about all that," she said. "I don't want them embarrassing you." "I'm not embarrassed at all. I freely admit I'm attracted to you." She blushed again. "Jared, Jared." I leaned forward and gave her a hug. "I fully understand and I apologize for causing you any embarrassment. You've always been my weakness, Stephanie Mahoney." I turned and walked away, leaving her standing in front of the door. Certainly not the most gallant thing to do, but somehow it felt right to leave her on that note. I returned to my hotel and went up to shower the day away. I took a long leisurely one, and felt refreshed once I was done. I was sitting naked on the bed contemplating whether to go down and have dinner or order room service when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Jared, it's Stephanie." "Hi, Stephanie." "I decided it would be a good idea if you and I had dinner together tonight." "Is that right?" "Yes. Since you can't come here, and I can't go there, well have to eat outside the hotels. Will you have dinner with me?" "I would love to. Meet you in front of your place when?" "In half an hour?" "See you then." I dressed in a light pair of linen pants and a shirt and headed over to Stephanie's hotel. I sensed she had a change of heart and had come to terms with seeing me as a man rather than a boy she used to babysit, but realized she could be shooting me down with this dinner just as easily. She came out just as I walked up, and my breath caught as I saw her. She looked gorgeous in a short dress and high heels. Her hair was done in an effortless shag, and her slightly tanned skin was accented with just a touch of makeup. Her smile lit up the area as she grinned at me. "Where do you want to go eat?" I asked after a quick hug. "Let's ask the cab driver for a recommendation," she said. We ended up at an Italian place on the lagoon and had a glass of wine as we waited on our food. "I guess you are wondering why I wanted to have dinner tonight?" she asked. "No, I just figured you needed some Jared time," I teased. "I don't want you to think I was embarrassed by having the girls think I might be attracted to you. Hell, any woman I know would be attracted to you! You're gorgeous. It's just, I'm 36 and you're 27. We have a history." He reached across the table and took her hand. "Stephanie, I fell in love with you 20 years ago. People laughed and said little boys don't fall in love for real, and I just had a silly crush on my babysitter. I moved on in life. I had girlfriends and lovers, and dated time and time again. Every time I met someone and got serious, not one of them ever compared to the way you made me feel. Sure, I was silly thinking I could be in love at seven, but in the end, I was right. "Add sexual desire to the mix, and you can only imagine what I feel here, having you in front of me after all of this time. I don't care if you're 36 or 56, I just know that I am sitting here holding Stephanie Mahoney's hand and that I'm still in love with her...with you." Stephanie smiled as she listened, and stared back into my eyes as I finished. "This isn't about getting in my panties, is it? I mean, you actually want more than a quick roll in the hay?" "It's absolutely about getting into your panties," I said. "It's about getting in your panties as many times as I can for as long as you will have me." She grinned again. "Oh my god. Little Jared Newman just turned me on. So, we might have a problem since these hotels are so strict about letting non-guests in. I would say my place or yours, but since I'm sharing a room with Michelle, I guess it's yours. Only, I doubt they'll let me up to your room." "Let me worry about that," I said. We caught a cab back to the hotel and I convinced the doorman to let Stephanie into the lobby. I went to the desk and told them I had a guest for the night. "I want her to be my guest for the time she is here. I want to pay for her an armband so we can enjoy the hotel together." After some haggling, I paid to add her as a guest in my room and they affixed an armband next to hers from the other hotel. "Do you need to let Michelle know you're with me?" "I told her not to expect me tonight," she giggled. We went to the elevator and I pressed the button for the seventh floor. She leaned against the wall and gave me a sexy look. "There is a major problem with you getting in my panties," she said. "What problem would that be?" I asked. "Kiss me, and then I'll tell you." We came together and it was easily the best kiss I had ever experienced. It was just perfect, from her mouth tasting of wine, to her lips being soft. The doors dinged open and we headed down the hall to my room. She was a few steps ahead of me, when she said over her shoulder, "The problem is that I'm not wearing any." She slowly slid the hem up and over her ass, showing me she was bare underneath her dress. "Doesn't sound like too much if a problem," I said, catching up to her and dropping my hand to cup one bare cheek in my hand as we walked. I opened the door to the room and let her in. "Your room is so nice! It's huge!" I showed her around, then led her out onto the balcony, which wrapped around two sides of the room. "You have a jacuzzi on your balcony? Nice!" I basically pinned her against the railing and kissed her as we looked over the ocean beneath us. I held her head gently as we kissed, and she slowly dropped a strap over her shoulder. She did the same with the other strap, and pushed the dress down and over her breasts. "Kind of ruined that moment by showing them on the beach," she said. Each hard tipped breast was full and sexy, and she pushed it down and over her stomach and then over her hips and ass, letting it fall onto the floor. She stood there fully naked, so I took a step back and drank in the sight. I had seen everything else before, so my eyes went directly between her legs. She was shaven except for a very thin landing strip of close cropped black hair directly above her slit. I hardened in my pants and pulled her in for another kiss as my hands wandered over the landscape of her body. "Take me inside," she moaned softly as I squeezed her ass in one hand and a full breast in the other. "Take me inside before I rape you right here." We walked inside after I grabbed her dress, and I followed her up the steps to the king-sized bed. She lay there, naked and beautiful, and her slightly opened legs gave me a nice view of her pussy, which was glistening with wetness. I took off my shirt and she watched as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I slid them down, pulling them out and away to let my cock free. I dropped the pants and stepped out of them, standing naked in front of her. "You were commando, too? I guess we both knew what we wanted." She reached up and wrapped a slender hand around my cock and squeezed, stroking along the length of me. "Oh, I definitely can't think of you as little in anyway. In fact, this thing scares me a little. Let's just say in my experience, I didn't know they came this big." I moved beside her on the bed and kissed her. Our hands were everywhere, feeling and exploring each other as we kissed. She cupped my balls in her hand, feeling their heft as I felt her wetness. I slid my finger inside her slowly and felt her insides clutch against my intrusion. She was wet and very tight. "It's been a while," she moaned. "Trust me, I'm no virgin, but it's been almost a year since I've had sex." I kissed my way down her body, making frequent stops at all the interesting attractions along the way. She had extremely sensitive nipples, and as I kissed and sucked each one, she moaned. I made it past her taut stomach and kissed her rounded thighs. She spread her legs wider to accommodate me, and I took a long, close look at the beautiful center of her womanhood. She was very visibly wet, and my body shivered with anticipation of tasting her. She smelled of arousal in only the way a woman could, and her desire only fueled my own. I took my time, kissing her mound and teasing her landing strip with my tongue. I kissed her puffy flesh next to her pussy before ever making contact. When I did, she gasped involuntarily. She tasted...right. I can't explain it better than that. Somewhere in my head I had guessed what she would taste like, and she exceeded those expectations. I could tell immediately she would come fast, so each time her breathing quickened, I backed off and took her off the ledge. I did it over and over again, wanting to take her to her breaking point. "Let me come," she panted. I shook my head and continued my torture. She raked her nails through my hair and pulled my head tight against her pussy. I was stronger and kept my distance, still teasing her beautiful pussy. "Please, Jared! Please let me come! It's going to feel so good." I slowly increased my suction on her clit, flicking my tongue across her little nub. She tensed, ready to explode but afraid I would deny her once again. I continued and she relaxed a bit, then she tensed all over before starting to come. She came hard, biting down a full scream and instead just cried out as the overwhelming sensations ripped through her body. Her back arched and she pulled my face tight against her. Finally, after almost a full minute of orgasmic delight, she fell back against the bed, spent. "I think I may hate you, Jared Newman." "Don't hold a grudge. Wasn't the end worth it?" "You damn right, but it was still mean. I seriously thought I was going to pass out!" I snuggled up next to her while she came down. She looked at me and leaned in and kissed me. Nothing turns me on more than a woman willing to taste herself, and Stephanie relished herself on my mouth. "Can you handle another one of those?" I asked. She looked a little shocked, but nodded. I had her straddle my chest and lower herself down. Looking up at her body, with her breasts looking so good, I was very pleased with the position. I brought my hands up and cupped her ass as she rode my face. I didn't tease, and brought her to a quick orgasm. When she moved off of me, she turned and started kissing my neck and ears, then moved down across my body, stopping and sucking my nipples. She moved down until she was between my legs and started kissing my thighs and around my cock, but never actually made contact. She rubbed my balls with her hand before moving lower and taking each one in her mouth with a gentle suction. She kissed and licked her way up my shaft and started kissing and licking the head of my cock. She used feathery licks, which caused my cock to twitch at the feeling. "Someone likes this," she said smiling up at me. She continued, taking her time, licking me like a melting ice cream cone. When she finally took me in her mouth, she looked super sexy with her lips stretched wide to accommodate me. She slowly pushed down, taking as much as she could in her mouth before sliding back up. "Sorry, I can only do half," she said. "I'm not complaining," I grinned. She went back to work, using her hand on the lower half and her mouth on the upper. She was relentless, a blur of constant motion. I stopped her after a while and asked her if she was ready for more. She nodded and moved onto her back. I moved between her legs and guided my cock to her entrance. "I hate to sound stupid and cliche here, but be gentle. I've never had anything that size inside me before." This thrilled me, not knowing or caring if she was being sincere. I made sure I had a good view down and slowly slipped the head between her lips and watched as she stretched to accommodate me. She was dripping wet, and as I slid in, her juices slid down my shaft, easing the passage. "Oh, that feels good. I always thought size queens were crazy, but I'm getting the idea now." When she could take no more, there was at least three inches still outside, but she looked so good with her legs spread wantonly and full of my cock. "I can't believe I'm inside Stephanie Mahoney," I said. "Shut up and fuck me, Jared Newman." The lady was right and I proceeded to get down to business. If this was the first time for us, or the only time, I wanted to give her the best sex of her life. I went slow and steady, paying close attention to her movements and breathing, trying to tune myself to her to dictate the pace. She grew even wetter, and she pulled me down and whispered in my ear as I thrust in and out of her. The things she shared were amazing to hear, wanton and sexy, but I made a choice to always keep them between us. I rolled us over, keeping deep inside her as she ended up on top. She threw her head back and rode me, undulating her hips to find her pleasure spots. She brought her hands to her chest and played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she lost herself in pleasure. I studied how she did it, wanting to know what made her feel good. "You like my ass, don't you?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak. I was overwhelmed with the entire situation, so I didn't even try to speak. She pushed down against me, taking as much of me as she could. She slowly turned, adjusting her legs over mine until she was facing away from me. I watched in silence as she began to ride up and down, seeing my favorite asset of hers right in front of me. She ran her hands down her sides and reached behind and squeezed a cheek in each hand, rubbing and playing with her ass for me. She leaned forward and spread herself open, letting me see my cock spearing into her beautiful wetness. "Is that sexy? Does it look hot going inside of me?" She looked back over her shoulder and waited. "It's amazing. You are so beautiful and so sexy," I said. After a few more minutes she slid off and turned to face me, then leaned down and took me in her mouth. If having her kiss me after going down on her was a 9 on the hotness scale, this was easily a scale buster. She sucked and licked every inch of me, cleaning her juices from my cock. She turned and knelt, bending over and putting her face flat against the bed, her ass raised in an inviting pose. I quickly got up and behind her, and guided myself inside her once again. "Fuck me harder," she said. "I want to come from your cock." I slid my hands over her hips and pulled her back as I thrust forward, then repeated the process over and over. I alternated strokes, withdrawing quickly on some, then leaving it in and letting her feel full on others. "That's it, baby. I'm so close," she panted. I Love You, Stephanie Mahoney I never let up, just focused on giving her pleasure. When she cried out and stiffened, I knew she was there. She came for a long time, and I just filled her and let her move her body to control her orgasm. Before she stopped me, she came twice more. "You are a beast! I'm probably not going to walk right for a week. How in the hell have you not come?" "Why would I want to?" "Because I want you to come now. I want to see it." I moved between her legs and slid back inside of her. I started fucking her, no longer controlling myself. I felt myself growing closer, and asked her how she wanted me to come. "I want to watch you come. I want to see your come. Come all over my stomach and pussy." I felt a surge of sexual excitement at her words and felt the need rise more and more. "Come for me, Jared. I want to see your gorgeous cock erupt." That was it. I pulled out and before I could grab myself, she reached between her legs and grasped my slick cock and started stroking it hard and fast. She was laying with her knees in the air, legs spread, chest heaving, and stroking my cock. I had never seen such a beautiful and carnal sight in my life. I started to come and the first stream shot up over her stomach and across her left breast. She kept stroking and I came in thick ropes on her stomach and on top of her mound. "That's it baby, give it all to me," she moaned. "Fuck! I'm going to come!" She came, either from mental stimulation or the brief contact my balls made on her clit, but whatever it was, she gasped and cried as I finished. I sat back on my heels and looked down at her. Her hair was wild, and her chest was flushed, and the little makeup she wore was a little smeared. She was covered in come and I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. She had just given me an incredible sexual experience and I knew I loved her. "What are you staring at? Am I a total mess?" "Yes. A beautiful, complete mess. Why did you want me to pull out?" "Two reasons. First, I hate to drip come and I had a feeling you would come a lot. Second, I love seeing a cock come. It's like a fetish." I went to the washroom and got a wet towel and a dry one and went back to clean her up. I took my time, exploring her body again as I cleaned her. My cock surged again and she laughed. "I say we fill up the jacuzzi and soak out there for a bit." I put on the hotel provided robe and went out on the balcony. I plugged the tub and started filling it, and stood against the railing and listened to the ocean surge against the shore. She slid up beside me and put her arm around me. She was wearing the other robe. "You look lost in thought? Any regrets? Stephanie Mahoney not live up to expectations?" "Really? No, I was thinking how beautiful it was out here. I live a pretty charmed life and was feeling fortunate that I can see places like this. Stephanie Mahoney is just a very sweet cherry on top of everything else that's great in my life." "You are seriously the sweetest man alive," she said, standing on her tip toes to give me a small kiss. "Is that tub full yet?" "Just about. Let me go grab some towels," I said. I went inside and grabbed two towels and a couple of Dos Equis out of the minifridge. I opened them and carried them out. Stephanie was in the tub, completely naked. I handed her a beer and slid out of my robe and joined her. "So those windows?" she asked, pointing to a row of windows above us. "That one on the right is the room above us, and the two to the left are the hallway to get to that room." "So basically, anyone up there can look down here and see us?" "Yep. Want a t-shirt or something?" She laughed. "No, I just like to know when I might be getting peeped. I'll never see these people again, so let them look." "That's the spirit." It didn't take long before we were at each other again. We kissed and entangled our limbs in the small jacuzzi, our passion growing quickly to consume us. I pulled her into my lap and she guided me directly inside of her. We took it slow, doing more kissing and caressing than anything else. Her pussy felt fantastic clenching my cock in its velvet grip, but that was secondary to us exploring each other with mouth and hands. "Rub your clit and make yourself come," I said. She reached between us and started rubbing her clit, while I cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her slowly up and down on my cock. She bit down softly on my neck as she began to come, crying out softly as she rode me to completion. "Let's go inside," she said. We returned inside and dried each other completely. I pushed her back onto the bed and turned her over on her stomach. Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, I pulled her hips up until she face down on the bed. She was spread in front of me and I tasted her, licking her wet pussy. "You are so bad!" she said. I kept licking and sucking until she came again. I moved up and licked her tight little puckered hole, teasing her with tongue. I had no idea if she would stop me, but she just wiggled a little and moaned softly. I stopped and moved beside her and rubbed her back. "Are you tired yet?" "Getting there. I want to feel you inside me again." She turned over and I moved on top of her, sliding in. I held her close, kissing her forehead and neck as I gently moved in and out. "I love being here with you," I said. "You are amazing and beautiful and I am so lucky for tonight." The friction of us rubbing together caused her to gasp and start to come once again. After she was done, she rolled over until she was on top and guided me in once again. "This is all about you, now." She had a look in her eyes as she looked down at me. It was sexy and intense, and conveyed love, lust, and promise. She slowly raised her hips, and just when I thought I would slide out, she lowered herself down again. She was undulating her body, using a sinuous movement to slide up and down. The moves drove me crazy, and soon I was at the point of no return. Stephanie smiled down at me when she felt me thicken inside of her and kept a steady pace. When I gave a small twitch foretelling the end, she slid down my body and took me in her mouth. She stroked me with her hand and I came, shooting into her warm, wet, and willing mouth. She milked me dry with her hand, swallowing every drop I could produce. She finished and smiled up at me. "How was that?" "That was perfect. I haven't met many women with such a willingness to swallow." "No? I don't mind at all." We showered together and returned to the bed and cuddled up next to one another . "I'm ready for the questions," she said. "What questions?" "You know, the normal one. How many guys I've been with, is you cock the biggest I've had, would I ever sleep with girls?" I laughed. "Why would I care? I really don't care how many guys you've had sex with, and as long as you like my cock, who cares if it's the biggest. Now about the girl thing..." I trailed off. "Good attitude. I do have to say I'm a bit curious about your number, with you being a degenerate womanizer, but I'll let it slide. As far as me and girls go, well, let's just say I've been known to be open-minded." "You are a dirty woman," I said. She laughed and snuggled in closer. "I'm tired," she said and I felt her go slack in my arms. I had never seen a person fall asleep so fast and I had to admit I was jealous. Sleep never came easily for me, so I laid there staring at the wall, very aware of the woman next to me. I woke the next morning and heard singing from the bathroom. I rolled over and looked in the open door and saw Stephanie standing there, buck naked, brushing her hair, and slightly swinging her hips. Her round ass was gorgeous, so I crawled off the bed and snuck up behind her. I grabbed her and she squealed. "Jared Newman, you almost gave me a heart attack! You don't sneak up on people like that!" "If you don't want to get snuck up on, you don't shake that fine ass right in front of me." "I have to get ready and go do the walk of shame next door," she said. I pushed her forward and got on my knees behind her. She leaned across the counter and I spread her cheeks and licked her pussy from behind. She squirmed as I found my position, then within a minute, she came trembling on weak knees. "Good morning to you, too," she said. I brushed my teeth and went out to get dressed. "Do you want me to walk you to your hotel?" I asked. "No, I can make it half a block," she said. "I need to check in with the girls and see what they are doing. I'll call you when I know." I rode down in the elevator with her and kissed her goodbye at the door before heading in for breakfast. Breakfast is not my favorite meal, but after a long night of sex, I was famished. I loaded up on spicy breakfast items and pineapple juice, a perfect way to start the day in Cancun. After breakfast I went to the beach and found a lounger to use. I ordered a drink from the beach waiter, Felipe, and relaxed back into the sun. I dozed a bit between dips in the ocean to cool off, listening for my phone in case Stephanie called. "I don't know," I heard, "there might be a hotter guy on the beach. Are you sure you wanna sit beside the one wearing pink trunks?" I looked up and saw Hannah, Stephanie, and Diane standing in front of me. I looked around for Michelle, but she was AWOL. "Hello, ladies," I said. "How are all of you this fine morning?" "Just fabulous," said Diane. "Not as good as you if Stephanie walking bow-legged is any indication." Stephanie just gave me a little sheepish grin. I looked at the other two, and Hannah gave me a bright smile. "Don't worry," she said. "She only gave us the important details, like size, staying power, and tongue ability. What was it Steph, tongue virtuoso?" "No, Hannah," said Diane, "I'm sure she said a cunning linguist." I just smiled back at them. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Would you all like to join me?" Felipe had no problem serving them drinks, so before long we were all comfortable with drinks in hand. I looked Diane over, mostly because I'm a man and that's what men do. The night in the restaurant, I had thought she was somewhat frumpy and overweight, but there on the beach, I could see she had an incredible figure in her swimsuit. She was probably a little north of 50, and had extremely large breasts. In clothes, her large chest added weight as her clothing hung off them, but in her one-piece, she had a trim stomach and waist, and nice legs. They sat and tried to bait me, but I didn't bite. I had no idea him much or how little Stephanie had actually told them, so I just played dumb to all their banter. Finally, they got distracted by a beach vendor selling silver trinkets, and Stephanie and I escaped to the water to cool off. "Well?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She laughed. "You have to know women are far worse than men. I didn't mean to say so much, but they drug it out of me! Okay, okay, I might have been bragging a bit, and wanting them to be jealous, but I swear I didn't mean anything by it." "No worries," I said, kissing her. "I don't mind. Plus, now that it's in the open, I can stare at Diane's huge tits and not feel guilty." "You are so bad! They are massive! And real! You can't believe how nice they are naked, either. It's crazy!" "Now I have that metal image in my head." We spent the day on the beach, and were all very pleasantly buzzed by the end of the day. When we were finishing up, I looked inquiringly at Stephanie. "I'll be over after a bit " she said. "I'm going to shower and get ready, then meet you at your room." I said goodbye to Hannah and Diane and sneaked one last peek at Diane's tits. I had to admit I wanted a peek at them nude, but I contained myself and didn't ask. An hour later I was showered and dressed when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and Stephanie was leaning against the door in a silly, but sexy provocative pose. "Are you the gentleman that ordered the older, sophisticated escort for the evening?" "Yes, ma'am. I think you are going to be worth every penny." She had on a strapless green dress that fell to mid-thigh, and the color accentuated her emerald eyes. She looked gorgeous. I opened her a beer and handed it to her and we walked out on the balcony. "Oh, look, she said, "that girl is wearing a tiny little thong!" "Where?" "To the right of the pool. Well, she does have the ass for it, I suppose." "How can you tell? We're seven stories up?" "It's just so round, even with her laying on her stomach." "You should wear one of those. You have the perfect ass to show your cheeks." "Sorry, but not quite brave enough for that." I clinked her bottle with mine. "Are your friends upset you are here again? They are probably thinking you abandoned them." "No, don't worry about that. These vacations are meant to be team building exercises, but for us, it's a free vacation. Diane is married, but the other day, she skipped the island because she was spending the day with a gentleman she had met the night before. Michelle was, or I should say currently is, in the throes of passion with a frat kid she met last night at the bar in the hotel. I'm surprised Hannah hasn't hooked up yet, but give her time. She's picky." "I don't feel so bad now," I said. "What do you want to do tonight?" "Let's eat here," she said. "After dinner we can walk down to the market area and maybe have a drink or two." We ate dinner at the huge buffet, then walked down to the market area. The nightclubs were blaring music and there was a nice energy in the area. I bought a bunch of woven bracelets from the Mayan kids lining the sidewalk, and eventually we found an open air bar and sat down. I was looking her over, liking the way she moved unfettered beneath the strapless dress. As she caught me looking, her nipples hardened under my gaze. "Are you wearing panties?" She smiled and gave a quick look around before spreading her legs a little and showing me was bare beneath the dress. I kept my eyes locked until she closed her legs, her more aware of other eyes than I ever would be. We walked hand in hand down the street, laughing at silly things drunk revelers were doing. Eventually we neared my hotel and we went through the lobby and caught the elevator to the room. I ordered a fruit plate from room service, and after it arrived, we sat on the balcony and had a drink with our fruit. "Where do we go from here, Stephanie Mahoney?" "From here we go back in that beautiful room and have another night of the best sex ever." "Of course," I agreed. "I was thinking more long term. We have a few more days here, but once this is over, what then?" She paused, biting her lower lip. "You really know how to put me on the spot, Jared. What am I supposed to say? If I say we should be together, how desperate does that make me sound. I'm 36 years old and until a couple of days ago, I was pretty happy with my life. Now, I'm worse than a love-sick teenager!" I took her hands in mine, trying to ignore the exquisite view I was getting up her dress. She saw where my eyes were and laughed, hiking the dress a few inches higher. "Can I avoid this talk if you get an even better view?" "No. Look, to say I like you is a tremendous understatement. To say I love you might be lust talking. I know I want to get to know you much better. I want you to want to get to know me much better. What I need to know is if this is a vacation fling for you, or if it's worth pursuing?" She smiled. "That takes some of the pressure off me. Yes, I want to pursue this further. I don't even know where you live, though. Is it even possible?" "I can basically live anywhere. I telecommute from hotel rooms most of the time, and since I'm kind of basically homeless, except for a crappy apartment near work, I can live anywhere. I need to settle somewhere, and though I can't promise to not be gone a lot with my work, I can promise that when I'm home, I'll be with you. I can't guarantee I won't be sent overseas for work for a year or more, but there's always a place for you wherever I go." She wiped tears from her eyes and looked at me with wonder in her eyes. "Let's play it by ear and spend as much time as we can together before we make any huge decisions. There is the pesky age difference thing. You probably want kids and I don't think I do. We need to really think this through." We talked for a bit longer, then went inside and made love for most of the night. We spent the next two days together, having sex two or three times a day and spending a lot of time getting to know one another. They left the day before I did, so I rode out to the airport to see Stephanie off. We stayed outside and said our goodbyes and made plans to see each other once I got back. "I'll see you in a few days," I said after kissing her gently, holding her beautiful face in my hands, staring into her green eyes. "Stephanie Mahoney, I think I love you." She walked inside and I took a deep breath of the warm, tropical air and walked away, a smile on my face and a lightness in my step. I Love You, Steve "Earth to Steve... hello?" Steven Duxbury never answered. He leaned his head against the window of his mother's Toyota as she drove and stared blankly at telephone poles zipping by against the backdrop of farmland. "Honey, are you okay?" Catherine Duxbury asked her son as she glanced over at him while she drove. "Yeah." he grunted, still looking out the window at the endless row of pastures. Catherine knew when to give her son some space so she decided to not try to coax him into talking. She also knew that the past year hadn't been easy on Steve at all. Within the past 10 months she and his father, David, had divorced, they moved into a new house, and Steve turned eighteen. Being a teenage boy is difficult enough -- without having to deal with the sudden change of his parents' separation and a new house Catherine realized. She felt bad for her son, but hoped that their week-long visit with her sister and brother might do him some good. Maybe Brad could be a substitute father-figure for him because he certainly needed one she concluded. "Jenny and Brad are really looking forward to seeing you. It's been a couple of years." she said about a half-hour later, hoping to break the uneasy silence. "Great." Steve replied. Now frustrated, Catherine abruptly switched off the radio and looked over at her son. "Steve, I know all these changes have been rough on you. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. But you have to accept things and move on. I'm hoping this trip will be fun for you. Besides, my little sister is turning thirty in a few days and I really want to have some fun too. This past year hasn't been a picnic for me either, you know? Lighten-up a little and have some fun, please." she smiled at her son, hoping to soften he tone of her comments and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze. Steve saw the pleading look on his mother's face and felt guilty. She looked sad and tired. He gave her a warm smile and nodded. "Okay, mom, I will." he said. "Thanks, honey. I love you, you know. You're the number one man in my life now." his mother told him. Steve gave his mother an embarrassed smile and stared at the road ahead of them -- wondering what the future would bring. I Love You, Steve "Really... because of me?" she asked as she glanced down then back up at him. Steve nodded. Catherine gripped him tighter and began moving her hips, causing him to get harder. She reached under his towel and gently cupped his heavy balls and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. It felt thick and hot in her hand and she was surprised by how big he was. She brushed her lips over his mouth as she began to slowly stroke him, not saying a word. He grasped her shoulder harder as she quickened the pace of her hand. A few moments later they were interrupted by a light tapping at the door. Catherine lurched away from her son as if she had been hit by a jolt of electricity. Steve quickly turned and retrieved his razor from the sink and resumed shaving. "Anyone in there?" Jenny asked. Catherine opened the door to let her in and gave a nervous smile. "What... you're holding a family meeting and never invited me?" she said in a cheery voice as she slid by Catherine into the bathroom. "I had to pee really bad. Steve's shaving." Catherine explained in a nervous voice. Jenny eyed her sister up, noticing her hard nipples poking out from under her pajama top. She turned her gaze towards her nephew and saw his obvious erection under the towel. "It's okay, Cath, your secret's safe with me." Jenny told her "Remember the time you caught me and daddy...? I owe you one." Catherine smiled and nodded. "I just wish you weren't so selfish though. Sisters ought to share." she ran her hand up Steve's hairy thigh then under his towel and gave his semi-hard cock a squeeze, bringing it to life again. Steve jumped out of shock and surprise. He nicked his chin with the razor and dropped it into the sink as he winced. He felt himself getting harder as his aunt fondled him but words wouldn't form. Slowly he turned to face her, glancing at his mother, afraid of what she would say. "I warned you she was a minx." his mother said as she smiled at him, his erection now tenting the towel he wore. Jenny gasped in surprise as she felt how thick her nephew was. She turned to her sister. "Have you seen how big he is?" she asked. Catherine shook her head. "You've got to feel him." Jenny said as she released him and moved aside. Catherine stepped towards her son and placed her hands in his waist and smiled. "Is this okay with you?" she asked. "I don't know... what if Brad or someone finds out?" he said. "He won't. Don't worry about that." Jenny reassured him. Steve nodded. "Besides that, what else, honey?" his mother asked as she squeezed his hand. "Nothing." Steve replied "I love both of you." Catherine kissed her son's cheek. His freshly shaved face was smooth and she enjoyed the feeling. She pressed herself against him and felt him getting hard again. She slid her hand down and held his firm ass through the towel. "Feel like being bad with us?" she asked. Steve smiled and nodded. "Ya." "Really... are you sure?" his mother asked again. Steve took hold of his mother's hand and brought it under his towel so she was holding his hard cock. "Does it feel like I do?" he asked. "You're so big..." she said in amazement as she held him in her hand. "So are you." Steve replied as he reached up and squeezed her breast. "I've seen you looking at them lately." she said. Steve nodded. "They look great. I like them. I've wanted to feel them. Remember the time I walked in on you changing...?" Catherine smiled and began unbuttoning her pajama top. She opened it and let it fall to the floor so she stood before her son completely naked. He ran his eyes over her, smiling as his cock throbbed under the towel he was still wearing. Catherine reached out and hooked her fingers under the towel around his waist and tugged, causing it to come away from him and fall to the floor. She smiled broadly as she stared at him standing before her completely naked, his erection pointing up towards his chin. She cupped his balls in her hand and slid her fingers up to grip his thick shaft. She squeezed him and smiled as she looked into his eyes, tracing her fingertips over he head of her son's cock. She pressed herself against him, skin to skin, and felt his hard shaft slide over her wet lips. She held onto his wide shoulders and briefly kissed his mouth and looked up into his eyes. "Let's go into our room." Jenny said as she tugged at her sister's hand. Steve followed as his aunt led his mother into the bedroom and laid her down onto the bed. He watched as Catherine laid down and parted her legs wide. Jenny ran her hands up the insides of her sister's thighs and guided Steve down. He knelt between his mother's open thighs as she reached up to take hold of his arms, pulling him towards her. He felt his aunt's soft hand on his hard cock - pulling at it. Seconds later he felt the moist tightness of his mother as she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled her into him. "I love you, Steve." she breathed into his ear as he pumped his hips and pushed into her.