Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Reluctant, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Squirting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jack soon discovers before he can pursue a real relationship with the mother, he must first convince and prove himself to a very distrusting daughter
I'd been divorced for the better part of two years. And though I had had a few one night stands here and there, my sex-life at the moment was far less than satisfactory. It had been nearly five months now since I'd even been with a woman and I was climbing the walls. About the only thing keeping me sane was losing myself in work, and my right hand. When the opportunity came to attend a three-day seminar at a fairly nice resort close to where I lived, I jumped at the chance. I had been to a similar one several years prior, and though married at the time ... and tempted, I hadn't allowed myself to be tempted, even though the opportunity and offers had certainly presented themselves. This time, should that happen again, I had every intention of indulging myself.
I had arrived early on Sunday, as most who would be attending would do. That evening there would be a small cocktail affair, a "meet and greet" as we called them. The seminar itself beginning bright and early the following day, lasting through Wednesday. What was nice however, was most of the sessions only lasted until one or two in the afternoon, allowing everyone plenty of time to relax out by the pool, or in a lot of cases, meet in small groups to discuss what had been presented, and do what was called "home-work" in preparation for the following day.
At forty-four years of age, I still considered myself to be reasonably attractive and in fairly good shape. I didn't have the perfectly flat stomach I once had, but playing tennis and golfing periodically had helped to keep me reasonably toned. With a full head of dark hair, though with a bit of a salt and pepper look to it now, I hadn't had a difficult time meeting women and enjoying the pleasure of their company on occasion. Give the time and opportunity to do so. Like I said, it had been five months. Just thinking about it had given me an erection as I unpacked putting things away in the room I'd be staying in over the next three days. Deciding to head down to the pool, even though it was still early yet, I was in hopes of at least scouting things out for those who were likewise looking for a little adventure during the seminar.
It happened almost faster than I could have ever imagined. As I later learned, her name was Cynthia, a long raven-haired beauty with alabaster skin that looked almost porcelain in appearance. She stood easily close to six feet, minus an inch or two, with long shapely legs that just seemed to go on forever. And though she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, it certainly wasn't overly revealing. Her breasts were just large enough to hint at a reasonably nice size, a bit of revealing cleavage without her breasts threatening to tumble out of the cups like so many far more revealing bikinis tended to do these days. But then again ... this was a business trip after all. It only stood to reason that it wasn't the sort of place where you'd expect someone to be so openly flaunting their bodies as they might normally do otherwise.
Cynthia had purposely placed herself under one of the large umbrellas, obviously not a sun worshiper, and much like me ... just out to enjoy the warmth of the day, relaxing with a drink by the pool, watching everyone else being idiots. When the waiter brought me my first drink, a Long Island Iced tea, she smiled upon seeing me receiving it, motioning the waiter over to her seconds later.
"I'll have one of those," she said pleasantly. The lilt of her voice pure, friendly, yet even then sensually suggestive as she spoke. Once again she smiled at me after the waiter left to get her drink.
"You here for the seminar?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes, and you?" She inquired back.
"I am," I grinned giving her a look at my own bright smile, something that had in the past at least opened a few doors towards further communication. She grinned back.
"You live here locally or are you attending from out of town?"
"Sort of locally," I laughed. Live about an hour's drive away is all. But I much prefer staying here as opposed to having to commute back and forth every day. And besides, I'd much rather spend time relaxing here out by the pool between sessions as opposed to wasting the time driving back home. She laughed at that too, nodding her head in agreement, which is when we then introduced ourselves to one another. Cynthia lived almost an identical distance away in the opposite direction, and was staying at the resort for the same reasons I was.
"So Jack, are you married? Kids?" She asked after we'd spent a brief amount of time making small talk.
"Divorced," I replied. "And no ... no kids thankfully," I told her. "Not that I didn't want ... my ex-wife simply couldn't. How about you?" I inquired now curious about her as well, though I hadn't noticed a wedding ring on her finger.
"I'm divorced too," she smiled once again. "Five years now, and happy to remain single," she then added. "I do have one daughter, and she's a handful as it is, though she will be heading off to attend University here soon, and so hopefully that will give me a little more free time to actually look around a bit," she again grinned, though I noticed she had now turned the chair she was sitting in, in order to face me a bit more directly. As she did, I once again had the chance to admire those long legs of hers, and briefly imagined them wrapping themselves around me as I thrust in and out of what I could only further imagine as a nice warm, tight cunt.
"So Jack ... after we finish these drinks, would you like to fuck?" She asked.
For a second, I wondered if I had heard her right. Especially sitting there staring at those long legs of hers, which I only then realized she had opened up a bit, giving me a very subtle look at the juncture between her legs. Perhaps it was my own subconscious fantasizing I'd heard her say the words while looking at her. I know my mouth was open as I sat there trying to convince myself she'd actually said that. She laughed.
"Sorry if that was a bit forward ... a bit crass, but the truth is, I like you. And I'd like to spend whatever free time we do have here enjoying myself. So ... like I said, your place or mine?"
Neither one of us finished our drinks, heading up to her room, which was a bit of a surprise as she'd booked a much nicer suite than the one I had. Seeing that, I then realized she made a far better living than I did. But the fact she was interested in me, even knowing that perhaps, made the entire three day stay there far more enjoyable than I could have possibly hoped for. And she had a body to die for as I quickly found out.
The seminar ended all too soon. We'd gone back up to her room that last night, figuring as I did it would be a sweet, but totally expected 'good-bye' fuck and nothing more than that. I for one however, didn't want it to end, and as I found out quite unexpectedly, neither did she.
Cynthia was sitting on my cock riding me, which was a pleasurable enough joy all by itself. I loved being able to reach up and fondle those magnificent breasts of hers, rose colored nipples, thick and hard which she loved having me play with. Even rough at times, especially when she climaxed.
"You should come up and visit us," she told me. "I have a nice little place next to the beach. It's not big mind you, but it is nice and comfortable. Nothing better than being able to go out in the early morning, or late at night and walk along the beach, watching the waves come in."
"A beach house? Damn ... I'd like that," I responded eagerly, though trying not to appear too eager even when I said it. "When?"
She laughed, even as close as she was to having an orgasm as she continued to hump me, sliding up and down my hard stiff cock. "How about this weekend she asked? Can you come up and spend a few days?" I did have some time coming to me, quite a bit of time actually as I hadn't taken a decent vacation in a couple of years. My boss had in fact been pressuring me to do so.
"I think I can manage a few days, sounds fun," I just managed as I felt her pussy suddenly liquefy, her nectar suddenly pouring forth bathing my cock in her sweet succulent juice. As always, she cried out deeply allowing herself to fully feel the intensity of her orgasm. After she'd collected herself, now lying prone against me, the softness of her breasts and those amazingly hard nipples of her pressed against my chest. She sighed.
"Yes ... it would be, though I hope you can put up with my daughter while you're there visiting with us. She can be a bit of a pain in the ass," she warned. "Unfortunately, she's taken it upon herself to become my protective guardian, always worried about any of the men I meet. Which admittedly I do have to thank her for in a way. She's chased away more than one man who was simply interested in me more for my money than for any sort of honest, real relationship."
"I can assure you, I'll be on my best behavior," I sighed back as she slowly began working that incredible pussy of hers around my shaft again, already starting to work herself up and towards another nice enjoyable little orgasm, which I knew ... I'd be sharing with her this time.
"It's not your behavior I'm worried about," she laughed. And then fucked me into oblivion.
I drove up to where she said she lived first thing Saturday morning, arriving just before noon. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I pulled into the circular drive. "If this is her idea of a small little place..."
Maybe it wasn't quite as big as many of the other nearby homes, all perched on the cliffs overlooking the ocean below. But it was bigger than anything I'd ever lived in myself, and twice as nice. Obviously as I'd already surmised, she was well off, doing far better than I was, and I'd always considered myself financially well enough off too ... but certainly nothing like this.
Cynthia met me at the door, this time wearing what I'd expected to see her in the first time perhaps. A black bikini that barely covered her anywhere, though it gave a stark contrast to her flawless near perfect skin. She hugged me, already settling her breasts against my chest as she invited me inside. Once again, I stood in awe looking through twenty foot high double-pained windows overlooking the ocean beyond. The view was spectacular as she led me further into the house.
"Glad you could make it," she said kissing me, and then led me over towards the window for a closer look. "That's Joy," she said as we approached. Now being able to see the likewise beautiful redwood deck that would be even more desirable to sit out on overlooking the ocean, I now saw an even more spectacular view, and one that surprised me a bit. Though I couldn't as yet see her face, I could see everything else about her, or nearly so anyway. Unlike her mother, Joy was obviously a sun-worshiper. She was currently laying on the deck having spread out a large beach towel ... but more surprisingly, was the fact she was entirely naked. Needless to say, I was speechless. "Like I said," she laughed seeing the look in my face. "It's her behavior I'm more worried about. Trying to keep clothes on her is like telling her not to breathe. It's almost impossible, though I'm sure once she's had her fun making you feel awkward, she'll dress."
"Oh goodie," I thought to myself. "This should be interesting."
"Come on, I'll introduce you to her."
"Maybe you should let her know I'm here first," I suggested, still surprised that Cynthia was even allowing me to see her daughter this way.
"Trust me ... she knows. She saw you pulling up. She's only been out there a few minutes, no doubt waiting for me to bring you out. Like I said Jack, as much as I try to ... I can't totally control her. But the whole point of this will be to see if she can rattle you some. She'll no doubt be trying to size you up first, getting an idea of who it is you really are, and if she thinks you're just out to get into my pants, and then my money. Obviously she knows you've already done the first one ... so now it's all about the second one."
Now I said it aloud. "This should prove to be interesting," I said just under my breath, but Cynthia heard it and giggled.
There was a much smaller porch just through the sliding doors with a small set of steps leading down to the much larger spacious deck below which she was laying on. Even when Cynthia opened the door, and with the sound of our steps leading down towards her, she didn't bother to even turn to look up, remaining motionless almost as though asleep. Which obviously now, I knew she wasn't.
"Joy honey?" Her mother said. "This is Jack," she said simply. Only then did Joy roll over onto her side, shielding her eyes with her hand as she looked up towards me. She had long blonde hair, and the sun now backlit it giving her an almost angelic look. Her eyes said otherwise however as she more or less simply glared at me. Once again the problem was however, she was naked. And turning to look at me quite clearly revealed her rather full breasts, larger than Cynthia's were, though likewise having the same thick protruding nipples that her mother's had. But in addition to that, also unlike her mother who sported a small neatly trimmed little strip of pubic hair just above her mound, Joy's was completely bare. She obviously waxed it, or kept it totally shaved.
"Hi," she said simply and then rolled over again acting totally disinterested. If her intention had been to shock or disarm me, it had worked though I certainly hadn't let on, moving over to stand at the railing looking out at the crystal blue sea beyond, putting Cynthia's daughter purposely behind me so I would stand there and appear to be gawking at her.
"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the house, and then later if you'd like, we'll take a stroll along the beach."
I quickly followed Cynthia back inside, not once looking back, though I noticed through the corner of my eye, Joy had indeed rolled over onto her back, no doubt purposely doing so, seeing if I would in fact look back at her, which I didn't. I smiled inwardly to myself. "Oh yeah ... this is apt to be a very interesting stay here ... very interesting indeed!"
I was again a little surprised when Cynthia led me into her own master bedroom where I unpacked, placing what little I'd brought along with me into one of her empty dresser drawers. After changing into a pair of swim trunks I joined her in the kitchen where she fixed up a few sandwiches to go along with a couple of cold beers. Once she had, she led me back outside onto the deck to eat and enjoy the view. Joy had slipped back into a covering of sorts, though it did little if anything to cover up much of her naked body beneath it. I could still clearly see the outline of her rosy pink nipples peeking out at me as she took a seat across the two of us at the table.
"So ... how long are you planning on visiting with us?" She asked me directly, which I honestly had to wonder about, why she and her mother hadn't already discussed this perhaps.
"Just for a few days," I informed her. "Over the weekend, and then through Wednesday," I explained.
"Which reminds me," Cynthia said jumping in. "I do have to work Monday and Tuesday, but I was able to take Wednesday off, so we'll at least have the last day of your visit here together."
I was surprised to hear that. I'd been expecting her to spend the entire time with me, which now did make me feel a little awkward in having planned the time off spending it here.
"Sorry," she went on further. "Important project I've been working on, and they pushed things up a little, so not much I could do about it. But I didn't want you to have to cancel your plans just because of me. And ... after all, we do have the rest of the day and tomorrow together anyway. And the evenings here are always nice."
I had glanced over towards Joy as she said that, and could have sworn I had seen a smirk on the young woman's face when she heard that. Even then I began wondering if I had indeed bitten off more than I could chew here, which was confirmed seconds later for me when Cynthia spoke to her.
"Try and behave if you would dear please? While Jack's staying with us? He is a guest in our home you know, and someone I have every intention of getting to know better."
"Don't worry mother," Joy said in response to that. "I'll make sure to keep him amused and entertained while you're at work."
"That's what I'm afraid of," she said in response to that, though the two of them actually laughed about it. I chuckled as well ... nervously however. Wondering as I did, just what the hell it was I had gotten myself into. It didn't take long for me to find out.
Sitting out on the deck, Cynthia's cell phone rang. Picking it up, she looked and saw who the call was from before answering. "Sorry ... I need to take this, I'll try and not be too long," she stated standing, and then walked back up the stairs into the house. Obviously she worked, even when she wasn't supposed to, though I guess that was the price she was willing to pay for living the life of luxury she obviously did. The moment she did, Joy sat back in her chair, pulling the cover up she had on up and over her head, once again now sitting in front of me with her tits hanging out. It was hard not to look, though I purposely turned my head trying to look out over the ocean rather than directly at her.
"Please don't tell me your gay, mother will be very disappointed if you are," she informed me. "Bad enough if you're actually fucking her. Worse if you're actually gay and then fucking her ... for her money."
Now I did look. "I'm not interested in your mother's wealth," I assured her trying to sound a bit irritated and indignant ... on purpose. But all she did was chuckle to herself, shaking her tits some as she did.
"Well at least you're now looking at me and not simply ignoring me," she stated. "Though I will give you points for not actually ogling like so many of the men do that mothers had out here."
I wanted to ask her how many men her mother had had out here, but didn't. Though it now did make me wonder how many others had gone through this same obvious scrutiny. By the sound of it ... many had.
"Hard to ignore a beautiful naked woman," I ventured, now looking at her purposely. "And especially one that enjoys flaunting it, just to see what sort of a reaction she can get."
"And am I getting one?" she asked leaning over as though to peek beneath the table at me. Truth was, I did have a partial erection. But at least it was only a partial one, and certainly not noticeable even if she had been able to lean over far enough to actually look. It was of course merely a suggested teasing ruse because she didn't lean far enough over to actually do so before sitting up straight in her chair once again. Though she did lean back, thus thrusting out her own perky young tits at me as she did so.
I just shook my head at her, though smiling a bit as I did. She continued however not actually expecting, or perhaps even wanting a real response to that. She shook her head, her blonde hair releasing and then settling again seductively over her shoulders, part of which had now covered one of her breasts. I wondered how many times she'd performed that movement, practicing it until her hair landed perfectly the way it just had. One nipple peaking out between the long blonde tendrils, like an eye looking through a keyhole towards me.
"I love the smell of the ocean, and the warmth of the sun on my body," she'd continued still eying me. "It always makes me horny sitting outside like this," she now continued as her hand suddenly slithered down between her legs even though I couldn't see what she was doing ... even if she was really doing it. Though by her subtle hand movement, it certainly looked like she was. "I love masturbating out here," she next informed me. "You enjoy jerking off outside?"
"Once or twice," I answered her back seeing her eyebrows lift a little in response to that. "Don't have the luxury of such a nice place as this to do it however," I said still eyeing her, refusing to let her force me into turning my eyes away first, which I now believe she was trying to do. Especially when one hand came up, cupping her one uncovered breast, fondling and caressing it as she sat there, a small knowing smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying this, enjoying the fact I was indeed now looking at her, and obviously well aware of what she was doing to herself. If again ... she in fact really was.
"Well, feel free ... whenever you'd like," she informed me a bit teasingly perhaps, though no doubt trying to lure me into something, or tempting me ... which I was fairly sure she was doing. Her mother certainly had warned me before hand about her behavior, but I hadn't figured this is what she'd actually meant when she'd said that. Though as I sat there watching her actually touching herself ... if she really was, if this hadn't been what she'd meant by that.
"I think I'll save it for later ... for your mother," I shot back tiring of her silly game, which she seemed to sense as she only then removed her hand from her breast as well as from between her legs, though she did stick her middle finger inside her mouth, closing her lips around it and licking it off.
"Yeah ... me too," she said staring at me, still sucking her finger as she stood up. "Think I'll head inside for a bit and take a nap," she then stated and began passing around behind me on her way up the stairs. It was then that I felt her hand lightly brush against the back of my neck as she slipped by. She stopped briefly before going up though, once again turning to face me. "I'm sure she'll be on the phone for a while yet, plenty of time to take it out and jerk one off before she comes back, if you'd like to," she giggled, and then hurried along up the stairs back inside the house.
"Fuck me!" I said quietly to myself, admittedly enjoying that tight firm little ass of hers, thinking that it probably deserved a nice hard spanking. Though even that, after what I'd already learned about her, she'd probably enjoy a bit too much. "Way too much," I then added, and realized my cock was rock hard solid. I wondered ... in passing around behind me, obviously looking down as she had, her hand briefly brushing across my shoulders as she did that, if she hadn't actually seen it. Even looking down at myself now ... I certainly could.
Cynthia returned a short few minutes later. "Sorry about that, shouldn't have any more calls interrupting us today," she smiled apologetically. "And I'm also sorry about Joy too, not like I didn't warn you," she told me. "It's just one way she has of looking out for me, no doubt she tested you while I was inside?" She slightly questioned, seeing the confirmed expression on my face that she had. "I do hope that didn't shock or offend you if she did," Cynthia went on. "I've honestly tried speaking to her about it, about her antics ... but to no avail. I can assure you however, she has no intention of actually trying to seduce you, it's all an act, trying to see if she can get you to more fully reveal yourself to her, and thus prove to me that you're perhaps not the person I think you are. But again ... sorry if you're uncomfortable with her having done that. I do love her very much, and appreciate the fact she's always looking out for me, but her methods can be a bit trying at times."
"Yeah, I can only imagine," I said grinning a little. "But hopefully, she'll soon realize I'm not here to try and steal your money. The only thing I would enjoy doing at the moment ... is fucking you perhaps."
Cynthia tossed her head back laughing. "Well then, by all means. Lets!"
When she stood up and peeled off her bikini top, I initially thought she was doing it as her own way of enticement, prepared then to follow her back into the house, and perhaps up to her bedroom where we might have a bit of privacy. Instead, she then slipped off her bikini bottoms and walked over towards the rail leaning over it, her beautiful bare breasts straddling the top railing. I knew then what it was ... and where, she really wanted it. "I do so love fucking out here looking out over the ocean," she told me.
I turned looking back towards the house briefly, thought I caught movement from the second set of curtains on the upper most level of the house, the far left end as opposed to the right end where I knew her mother's bedroom was. That one had to have been where Joy's bedroom must be. And I knew then ... there was a pretty good chance she'd be looking at us. Perhaps now it was my turn to turn the tables just a little. I quickly stepped out of the swim trunks I had on, allowing my hard turgid member to spring free as I slowly walked towards her mother. I did so purposely, slowly before letting it rest against and between Cynthia's likewise near perfect ass. I could almost imagine the view it must have given, seeing me do that, just before I spread Cynthia's ass a bit, and then slid deeply and quickly into the depths of her warm, slick inviting sweet pussy.
We had in fact taken a stroll along the beach watching the sunset together. After which we headed back towards the house and up the private flight of stairs from the beach. Joy was waiting for us when we arrived, though I was glad to see her dressed. Though what she currently had on wasn't much more than simply being naked again. The bright red bikini she had on left very little to the imagination, especially with her very prominent nipples poking through the almost too thin triangles of material barely covering each one.
"Joy honey? Why don't you run up and pour us all a glass of wine while I get dinner started here," she asked her. Without hesitation or complaint, she did so, running up ahead of her mother as I took a seat at the patio table again, enjoying the florescence of the waves as the moon light now lit them, watching them crash against the beach and a few areas where the rocks were now exposed further along down the beach from where we were. Joy returned moments later with a glass of wine in both hands, handing one to me. Though the way she even did that was suspect. She'd purposely passed it by a little too closely to my face before handing it off. I had caught a whiff of her when she did that. A very obvious, and yet very subtle odor which I'd become recently familiar with. One not unlike her mothers. I sniffed the wine instead however, purposely doing so, though letting her be aware of the fact her intentions and ploy hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Full bodied," I stated, sniffing the wine again, and then sipping it. "Nice aroma ... flavor."
"You think so?" she grinned. "Or are you talking about the wine?"
The smell of pussy on her finger had been almost too obvious, as she'd brushed it by my nose dangerously close, holding the wine glass in her hand as she'd done that before handing it to me.
"Both," I answered her back taking another sip. "Though I'm a bit more partial to a more mature vintage," I then added seeing her scowl upon hearing that.
We sat in silence for a moment or two, both still sipping our wine listening to the waves crashing below us.
"Enjoyed watching you fuck mother earlier," she said, no doubt still trying to get a rise out of me when she said that. "I can see why she likes fucking you, why she invited you here. Obviously you do have a rather impressive looking cock."
"Thank you, glad you think so," I answered back. "Thought you might be looking down on us," I then stated, letting her know I was fairly confident she had been. "I like your mother, and besides being a smart and knowledgeable business woman, she really is a great fuck too. Not to mention probably being a pretty good cook on top of all that."
Joy actually laughed upon hearing that. "Ok, points for being honest too perhaps. So far anyway..." she further qualified. And then her face grew serious again as she leaned over the table drawing herself a bit closer towards me. "Let's get one thing perfectly straight here between us while we are being honest here," she said talking in low tones, forcing me to lean forward a bit in my seat as well so I could more clearly and easily hear her over the crashing waves periodically hitting the rocks. "If you do have intentions beyond just showing mother a good time ... I will find you out, and I will spit you out before you can ever do anything that would ever hurt her," she told me. "So just remember that," she grinned sitting back straight in her chair once again. "Let's put it another way in fact, just so we do understand one another. Anytime you want to fuck me ... all you have to do is ask. Once you do, I'll fuck you wherever you'd like ... whenever you'd like ... as much as you'd like even. But ... you'd also have to agree to leave immediately and leave my mother alone once you do."
"I see," I said sitting back in my chair letting her think I was perhaps actually contemplating that. "That simple is it? So ... if I said I wanted to fuck you right here ... right now, you would? Right in front of your own mother even?"
"If that's what you wanted ... then yes. I'd much rather have her be disappointed and upset with me in doing that, than in being disappointed in you, finding out later on that you turned out to be someone other than what you're leading either one of us to believe."
"So you still think I'm not really interested in your mother then, but in her money."
"I do. And I mean to prove it," Joy said leaning forward again. "So ... like I said, I'm yours for the taking, anytime ... any place, but you'll have to ask me to do it first."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said smiling at her. "Ah ... and speaking of your mother..."
Cynthia rejoined us bringing along her own glass of wine. "Dinner's on ... be a while yet, now ... what was it I heard? You two were speaking about me?" She asked.
"Just getting to know one another a little better," I told Cynthia. "Putting cards out on the table so to speak," I then added.
Cynthia turned towards her daughter with a knowing look in her eyes. "I'm willing to bet she gave you a nice whiff of herself too didn't she?" Cynthia said, startling me a bit with the admission.
"Already told her I prefer a more mature vintage," I said chuckling a bit, now seeing the somewhat pained expression on Joy's face. She drained her wine glass shortly after that. "I think I'll take dinner up in my own room this evening, give the two of you a chance to have a bit more privacy and time together," she stated and then hurriedly left heading back up the stairs into the house.
"Again, I'm sorry Jack if she's made you feel uncomfortable in anyway. Like I said in the beginning, I know she only does it out of concern and worry for me ... and yes, for herself too I'm sure ... the money and all. Not like I don't know that I've already spoiled her too much as it is. But ... there have been a few men who have even fooled me. Never her though. Had it not been for Joy, I'm not sure we'd still have what we do have, or that either one of us would be as comfortable or as secure as we are now. So ... I tend to overlook some of her shenanigans from time to time. Provided of course ... she doesn't go too far overboard with them."
"Look, I understand. And in a way ... I don't blame her for being overly protective of you, no more than you're probably just as overprotective of her too in your own way. You're just looking out for one another, nothing wrong with that. So ... if it doesn't worry or upset you, then don't worry about what I'm thinking based on whatever it is that she's doing. So far, if she enjoys yanking my chain a little, and teasing me a bit ... even flirting with me. As long as you're aware that she is ... and may continue to do. Then don't worry about me. I'm not interested in your daughter. I'm really only interested in getting to know you better first."
"It's nice hearing you say that Jack," Cynthia said leaning her head into and against my shoulder. "I've enjoyed being with you ... making love with you, and I'd hate to find out in the end that it's been less than that. We come as a package deal. If in the end Joy can't or won't accept you, it's been our long term agreement, if that's the case, then I won't commit long term to that man. I might continue to see him, even to fuck him from time to time. But it would never be anything more than that, not without Joy's approval. And same goes for her too. If I don't like a guys she's with, or seeing. Same thing there as well. It's just the way it is.
"So in other words, I have to win the daughter over too then, in order to win you."
"If that's your intention ... then yes," she smiled hopefully, wondering in fact if it really was. She kissed me, as I kissed her back, hotly, passionately ... wondering as I did so ... if those truly were my real intentions.
We had gone upstairs shortly after dinner and made love. And though still passionate, it had been a sweet tender coupling, leaving her exhausted, and soon after fast asleep there in her bed. She'd had a busy, stressful week, obviously exhausted as I turned out the lights, tucking her in, and then crept quietly out of the room heading down stairs once again.
I was still wide awake, not yet ready to turn in myself. That, and I was jones'ing for a smoke, having not lit one up since I had been here. If there was a time I was going to do so ... it was now, especially after having just had sex when it was usually the time I most enjoyed having one.
Just after midnight, it was quiet, all save for those same waves crashing below us. The sound of the surf pounding giving the night a bit of a surreal serenity as I stood there next to the rail enjoying my smoke looking into the darkness beyond, the trail the moon blazed across the ocean beyond like a pathway into nothingness. The sound of her voice startled me, as did her actions. I'd not heard her come up from behind me. Like a prowling cat perhaps, she'd crept up on her unsuspecting prey, and then pounced without warning. It had been her fingers coming up, pulling the cigarette from between my lips that had first alerted me to her presence. I stood there watching her take a deep pull on the cigarette before handing it back to me.
"Nothing better than a smoke after sex," she informed me. She was again naked, but unfortunately ... so was I. I'd been bold enough to have left the room without bothering to dress, thinking everyone actually asleep, though in hindsight, I probably should have known better. And even more importantly, later asked myself if I hadn't subconsciously gone down there like this, wondering if she might in fact actually show up. Which she had. And like I said ... naked again too.
I took another drag on my smoke, using the time I did so to once again look at her, taking her all in, especially bathed the way she was in the moonlight. There was no denying it, Joy had a beautiful young gorgeous body, and she obviously knew it, enjoyed flaunting it ... showing herself off. Tempting and teasing me as she did so. Which was of course her game. But standing there naked, as I now was myself, was I not too ... playing it? I wondered. Maybe I was. Looking at her was arousing. That much I at least had to admit. And though I did indeed like Cynthia, and was certainly enjoying my getting to know her better than I did. What was it that I actually did hope to accomplish here? Cynthia did indeed make a nice living, obviously had a beautiful home out here on the beach where anyone in their right mind would enjoy living. Was there a future in any of this for me ... for us? Or was it simply a passing infatuation that would soon end with my going back to my own little corner of the world?
"You're hard," she stated looking down at me as I polished off the smoke, pinching off the hot cherry, before crushing the rest of the smoke between my fingers, setting it off to the side to be picked up and tossed later. She was right. I was. Something about standing here outside like this always had been arousing to me. I loved being naked outdoors, always had, always would. And then added to that, doing so ... with a young nubile, very attractive looking woman standing next to me likewise in the nude ... well.
"Yeah ... I guess I am," I freely admitted. I mean after all ... not like I could hide it or anything.
It was then however that I felt her hand reach out, wrapping itself around my shaft. It was already slick as she did that.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Letting you enjoy a little 'Joy Juice'," she quipped continuing to fondle me. I realized then, she had taken a bit of her own lubrication, now applying that to me. Admittedly it felt good ... too good in fact. My resolve shaken as I stood there. Yet determined even so.
"I didn't ask to fuck you," I told her, though my voice certainly wasn't in agreement with myself.
"I know, didn't hear you ask either," she said just as easily. "Though the offer still stands." She continued to slowly stroke my cock however, using her own juice to further pleasure me with, taking a bit more, her hand down between her legs again, which she now switched, using the other hand as she went back to slow-stroking my cock for me.
"If you're going to insist on standing there and jerking me off ... fine. But you need to know Joy, I have no intention of letting this remain a secret between us. If you're thinking you can tell your mother that I wanted this ... allowed this, without mentioning it to her, then you'd better stop."
"So you're actually telling me, you will tell mom I did this to you then ... that what I'm hearing?"
"Yes ... it is. And don't think that I won't either. I'd rather she hear it from me first. So ... if it's your intent to get me aroused," you've succeeded. I'll be the first to admit that I am, already was when I came down here to begin with. And you doing this ... isn't making it any easier for me. But ... I have no intention of fucking you, or asking to fuck you either." I told her.
"I see," she said letting go of my cock finally, backing up to support herself against the railing again, though she spread her legs slightly, her hand once again down between them. This time I could see, she truly was fingering herself in front of me, openly and without any reservation or inhibition in doing so. "Very well ... suit yourself, but I am horny now too ... admittedly. And if you like, if you want ... you can watch me get myself off. Even join me perhaps. And ... if you'd also like, we can keep this between us, or you can tell mom what I did ... or even what you did. I won't say a word either way. And that ... I do promise you."
"Tell you what Joy," I said already having given this some thought. It was a bit risky perhaps ... no telling how Cynthia would in fact react to it in the morning, but if anything ... I would at least perhaps give myself some credibility in both of their eyes. "I'm aroused enough that I'm certainly not going to stand here and not give myself a bit of release ... especially now that I need to. And ... if you're going to stand there and play with yourself in front of me, I'm not about to look away while you do so either. I'll stand here, enjoy looking at you, and jerk myself off. In the morning, as soon as your mom's up however ... I will tell her myself what happened here. So ... now it's your choice. You can remain, pleasure yourself in front of me while I watch, while I jerk off ... which I intend on doing whether you're here or not now. But whatever story I tell your mom ... is now entirely dependent upon you."
On the one hand, I was really hoping she'd leave. On the other of course ... I hoped she'd stay, continue to fondle herself while I watched her doing so. I mean ... after all. Either way however, I would tell Cynthia what had happened here, especially before Joy could ... which I felt she would do, regardless. Cynthia might in fact ask me to leave, be upset, who knows. But I was bound and determined, even if she did that, at least she'd know ... as would Joy, I hadn't been lying to either one of them.
Joy began working her own pussy even more purposely, once again lifting a hand to likewise begin mauling and fondling that exquisite breast of hers. A sore temptation ... trust me, as I wished that I could do that to her myself. I refrained however ... somehow, though certainly no longer refraining from jacking my cock. Jacking it up and down now as Joy stood on, watching me as I played with my cock right there in front of her, walking towards the railing.
Amazingly enough, we came simultaneously, one or the other of us perhaps triggering it, but nevertheless ... hearing her mewled expression of pleasure, the look in her face, the way she stood there with her fingers clamped down on one of her nipples ... stretching it. I felt my own balls tighten, knew the familiar tingle of release, which was already at that very moment racing up the length of my shaft. That triggered intensity of eruption, the split second when my spunk leapt from the tip of my dick, momentarily highlighted in the moon light before falling off into the darkness somewhere below us, out over the railing as I stood there. Purposely aiming it that way now, not wanting to spoil or stain the deck. Joy cried out, watching it ... watching me shoot, over and over again. Her own deep-throated cry of release mingling now with my own, she turned, facing the railing. I watched in wonder ... surprise, even disbelief as the sudden highlighted appearance of her own pearly jettison of female spunk likewise arched away from her, and then disappeared into the depths below us. Glittering briefly for a split second, caught in the moon's soft caressing glow.
"Now I need a cigarette," Cynthia said walking out onto the deck. "Maybe we all need one."