Allen's Neighbor
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 14: Honolulu
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 14: Honolulu - In a small Rocky Mountain town, Allen wakes to flames in his bedroom window. Cedar Grove has a brand new 1954-model Fire Truck, but fire destroys his neighbor Kitty's home and business. She's fled to his back door in a flimsy nightgown soaked with icy slush. Within an hour, she's dry, naked, and sharing his bed for, ah, warmth. A romantic story with frequent sex, danger, some military history, and even a surprise pregnancy.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime Historical Tear Jerker Workplace Cheating Anal Sex Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Size Violence
Shirley cracked her eyes open. Their hotel room was bathed in unreal tropical hues from the sunrise: oranges and pinks and yellows. She moved gently, careful not to disturb Dennis, slipping off the big mattress and walking toward the balcony.
Slowly, she pushed the sliding glass door open far enough so that her naked body could slip outside. The fresh warm air tasted delicious to her, and their 14th-floor room offered plenty of privacy. She heard a footfall behind her, and then Dennis folded his scratchy chin over her shoulder.
“Hawaii is a nice place, but seeing you naked in the morning light makes it paradise. You’re feeling better after all that traveling?”
“I am, sweetie. It’s so wonderful to stand here feeling the warm, fresh air across my skin. Except my shoulder; you need to shave. And you’re poking me in the butt. I’m going to wait out here for you. Go pee, shave, and bring that gun back out to me, deputy.”
When her partner returned, hard-on swaying in front of his body, Shirley was flat on her back. She pulled the long cushion off the lounging chair and arranged herself with legs splayed.
“Wait, just stand there. You know I like to watch you. See if you can splash my tits while standing by my feet. I’m just going to inspire you.”
Coating her forefinger with spit, she eagerly attacked her lower lips and clit. With her generous and fluffy pubic hair, she often asked for strenuous pounding. Shirley watched him standing in the sunlight and ratcheting back and forth on his shaft—so hot!
“I never see him naked like this,” she thought. “Back home in the mountains, everybody stays covered up. I could never afford to keep my house as warm as this.”
Her view of him standing there inflamed her; she couldn’t help rocking her pelvis left and right and tensing the muscles in her legs. Watching her pushed him over the brink, and he spurted on her chin and right tit.
Shirley used her free finger to sweep up and swallow a milky glob. The taste she loved did the trick. She moaned and wriggled while she came, and Dennis dropped down and squatted on his heels.
“Well, that was different. You look pleased. Do you feel properly decorated?”
“Perfect. Let’s go inside and cuddle. I saw a placard in the lobby for brunch at 10:30; let’s do that after a nap, more sex, and a shower. Dibs! I get to wash you first.”
Brunch was served al fresco. Shirley explained that meant “out in the air” in Italian. About thirty tables were arranged on a patio area outside the lobby. A low wall separating the dining area from the adjoining sands of Waikiki Beach. On top of the wall, planters filled with blooming flowers lightly scented the air.
“This place is pure luxury, Dennis. I can’t believe how much money Kitty and Allen must have spent.”
“That’s because you’re her favorite cook.”
“What? Don’t you dare call me that ‘c’ word. I’m a chef, and don’t you forget it!”
“Sorry. You need to help me out, chef, I don’t know some of these dishes on the menu.”
With fast and efficient service, their meals arrived quickly, delivered by a pretty young waitress who seemed no more than 20 years old, under five feet tall and weighed no more than 80 pounds. Dennis tried to keep his eyes down and be discreet, but he couldn’t help watching her move among the tables, earning a stink-eye from Shirley.
“I’m sorry; it’s just, I’ve never seen such a tiny, but grown woman before. The trade winds would pick her up and blow her away...”
A tremendous crash interrupted him. She carried a glass coffee carafe and several teacups and saucers, all now knocked to the ground. A short but powerfully built man was screaming at her in some kind of Asian language, and then he slapped her with a resounding crack that drove her whimpering to the ground.
Shirley was closest and flew to the woman’s side, interposing herself between the weeping waitress and the raging thug. Instantly, he was on her, grabbing the front of her blouse and flinging her aside with the sound of tearing fabric.
Turning back to menace his original victim, he didn’t expect Deputy York crashing into his shoulders.
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