Erin had grown into a beautiful woman. Her fine, long, brown hair contrasted with her striking blue eyes and pale, spotless skin. Larry started working for the family as their boat captain almost fifteen years ago. A cute, angelic little girl, she developed a wild side by the time she was sixteen. After that, her devilish side kicked in.

From “dropping her towel” after a shower, to losing her bikini bottoms while climbing onboard from swimming, to “accidentally” spraying herself with a hose while wearing only a white T-shirt, she managed to show off her body nearly every family vacation on the boat. He found her accidental nudity little more than amusing.

As she reached her twenties, she didn’t have to pretend anymore because the bathing suits left very little to the imagination. She had grown to be attractive in every sense of the word. Tall and slim, with narrow shoulders, but strong arms and a well-formed physique. Her B-cup breasts stood proudly, high upon her chest, slightly upturned with prominent nipples that always strained the material of whatever she was wearing. She was sweet, thoughtful, and polite. Her playfulness kept everyone around her light and happy.

As fate would have it, her love interest was a “bad boy”, the exact opposite of her in so many ways. He had Eastern European features, darker skin, thick black hair on his body and arms, and he kept his head shaven to just a bit more than fuzz, yet his face always sported a fair amount of unkempt growth. Not quite a beard, but never shaven. The tattoos on his neck had long faded, depicting a dagger on one side and a Harley-Davidson insignia on the other. He was friendly enough, but he treated Erin like his possession.

By the summer of her twenty-third year, they had been together, on and off, for almost four years. Her college roommates had stayed close, and the group was always together. Dawn, the oldest of the group, was engaged to Dmitri’s best friend, Chase. As their wedding date grew near, the couple decided to forego the bachelor/bachelorette parties, and Erin proposed a group vacation instead.

Through some negotiations with her father, the plan would be for the four couples to use Daddy’s 60-foot sport fishing yacht to cruise to the Bahamas. They would spend most of their time in Nassau at the huge resort and casino there, but mix in a few days of fishing or snorkeling when the weather was right.

They had all been on the boat at some time or another, and Captain Larry agreed to chaperone the trip. It wasn’t exactly the work he liked. He much preferred marlin fishing. But he was fond of Erin and, with the exception of her boyfriend, enjoyed the company of the friends.

The first couple of days went smoothly. They had good weather for the nearly two-hundred-mile trip. Once there, the boat was mainly their floating condo for the first two days. Larry kept himself busy doing routine maintenance while the group enjoyed the water park, beaches, and casino.

Although a sixty-foot yacht is fairly large and luxurious, there was one drawback… sleeping arrangements. It had four staterooms. The master, by definition, was the largest, sporting a queen-sized mattress and a separate bathroom. The VIP stateroom was all the way forward, in the bow, and sported a slightly smaller than queen-sized “island bed”. You could sleep two in there, as long as they were a couple. It also had its own bathroom. Across from the master stateroom, on the port side (left), there were two smaller bunk rooms. These were split into two side-by-side single bunks, a closet and drawers under the bunks. These two shared a bathroom, accessible from the hall (called a companionway).

With four couples onboard, Erin offered to pay for a hotel room for Larry, but he knew that the cost was really out of the recent college graduates’ budget. Instead, he volunteered to sleep on the large couch in the “salon” (living room). Having to put away his bedding every morning and store his travel bag in a compartment was annoying, but he was used to it.

Day three dawned with bright blue skies and a light southerly breeze. The temperature was in the high eighties every day this time of year, so it was always bathing suit weather. After a light breakfast in the cabin, Larry fired up the massive engines and brought the group out of the harbor. The plan was to take them to the north side of a nearby island, and anchor so they could jump in and snorkel the beautiful coral reef away from the crowds.

The girls tried to get the guys to jump in with them, but they were not enthusiastic, preferring to hang out and drink beer… until Erin flipped her sunshirt over her head and tossed it onto the back deck. With a shrug, the other women looked at each other and did the same. Suddenly the men were interested. After a few minutes of applying sunscreen, the whole gang was in the water.

The rest of the day, the women relished in their freedom and the men in their good fortune. Except for Larry. Poor guy was stuck between drooling over four nearly naked beauties and the fact that the prettiest and boldest of the group used to call him Uncle Larry. He was finally able to relax when they pulled anchor and headed back to the dock, and the girls reluctantly covered up.

By day five, something in the dynamic had changed. As the crew gathered to head out, there was a noticeable tension in the air. Erin’s overwhelmingly sunny disposition had changed. She grew quiet and reserved; the other girls tried to pick up the slack, but weren’t natural. And something was hanging over all of them. The guys stayed out of the way. Normally sarcastic and sometimes patronizing, they were being supportive and agreeable, except for Dmitri. He was quiet, but sour.

Larry just stayed quiet and removed himself to the bridge. Working around families on vacations, trapped in small spaces like boat cabins, had a tendency to bring out stresses. They usually blew over, and there was nothing for him to gain by inserting himself in the middle, or taking sides.

At eight o’clock that evening, Larry headed to the cantina a short walk from the boat. Tomorrow was the last full day in the Bahamas, and he treated himself to a few beers with dinner, knowing his crew would be out late and the boat wasn’t going anywhere for another day.

Far from drunk, but feeling good, Larry jumped onboard, noting that a cabin light was on unexpectedly. Popping the door open nervously, he was greeted by a pile of clothes and a bag on the couch where he normally slept.

“Hellooo?” He called out.

He heard some movement from the forward cabin, so he went below. “Hello?” He called out a little louder.

Behind the closed door of the forward cabin, he heard a soft voice. The words were imperceptible, but it sounded like Erin.

“I’m coming in… ok?”

Erin sat on the bed, her head in her hands. “It’s over. I’m done with him.” She garbled a few more words, then slammed her hands on the bed.

Larry quickly sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned in, resting her head against his. “You know? I’m not even that sad. Or even angry with him. He was just being himself. I knew it would end eventually… I just didn’t think he’d go so low as screwing around while we were all together.”

Larry turned his head and looked at her quizzically. “So, what now? Are we leaving tomorrow?”

“Can’t. That wouldn’t be fair to Dawn and Chase. We have the big dinner at Nobu and the concert afterward. I won’t do that to them just because Dmitri is a scumbag.”

A few moments of silence were broken when Erin turned to look up at Larry. “I am NOT sharing this bed with him. Would you mind?”

Larry hadn’t even processed the thought and muttered, “Umm. Ok. I guess I can get a room for two nights.”

“I already checked. They’re full because of the concert tomorrow… I meant, would it be ok if you slept in here tonight?”

Larry’s face dropped. As the guests of honor, Dawn and Chase had been granted the master stateroom. Sharing this smaller bed would be quite intimate. He was uncomfortable with his answer, but said, “Whatever you want. Anything I can do to help.”

Erin reached her head up and gently kissed Larry on the cheek. “I can always count on you.”

Sounds of the others coming in the door broke them apart. Larry stepped into the awkward silence in the main salon as the other couples sat around, spread between the dinette and the couch. “Where’s Dmitri?”

“Oh, he thought it was better to stay out of the way a little while. I guess they had a fight.”

Larry hung out with the group a little while and left the topic alone. Around midnight, his buzz almost completely gone by now, he announced to the group, “I guess I’ll turn in now.” Then jokingly added, “I hope she doesn’t jump me in my sleep!”

The group chuckled and gave their pleasantries to the captain.

Down below, Larry could hear the shower running. He ducked into the guest bathroom and decided to skip the nightly routine to take advantage of the briefly empty cabin and change into his light sleeping shorts.

As if she was waiting to hear him, the water turned off in the shower. Larry quickly jumped under the covers. Out of habit, he jumped in the right side of the bed, as he would at home. That was also the side the bathroom door opened to.

Then the door opened. Erin peeked in to see him there, then opened the door the rest of the way. His heart skipped a beat, seeing the bare shoulders peeking in, but as the door swung wide, the towel wrapped around her covered the important bits. He breathed easier.

“I didn’t think to ask which side you wanted.” He blurted out.

“No worries. I don’t really have a side.” Then she unceremoniously unwrapped her towel as if he wasn’t there. Moving it to her head, she wrapped it in her long brown hair, and squeezed the remaining moisture from it as best she could.

Larry’s eyes about popped out of his head! He quickly looked away, the image eternally emblazoned upon his brain. It was only about three seconds, but it was long enough to get a close-up view of her upturned breasts, her nipples crisped by the cool, air-conditioned room. The pink line of her thong bathing suit outlined that small strip of dark brown hair, accenting the bright white skin of her nether region.

Seeing his reaction, she laughed. “Oops. Sorry. I figured there was nothing you haven’t seen all week, so I wasn’t thinking it would be a problem.” She quickly opened the small closet on his side of the bed, pulled out a satin-and-lace nightshirt, and slipped it over her head. “There. Better?”

Larry opened his eyes. “Holy crap!” Almost came out of his mouth but stayed inside, fortunately. The silky material only highlighted the shape of her breasts as the nipples tried their best to poke through the tender fabric. It was barely long enough to hide the small patch of fur, playing peek-a-boo with her every move. The swelling beneath his shorts was hidden by the blanket, but his expression probably gave it away.

“Um… I really don’t have much else. Hope you don’t mind.” Her sheepish look accented her statement.

Larry pursed his lips in an attempt at a smile, then turned on his side, staring at the wall. He closed his eyes. “Good night.”

As she finished prepping for bed, Larry’s mind couldn’t help but imagine what she would feel like. His erection was at full staff now, his mind fully awake.

A few minutes later, she hit the switch and the room went dark. The reality of how small that bed really was suddenly hit Larry, as she slipped under the covers on her back, her hip resting lightly against his ass. She shifted around a few times, trying to find a comfy spot that wouldn’t intrude on his space.

Meanwhile, with each move, Larry inched further to the edge of the bed, nowhere to go.

Erin finally settled on her side too, facing away from Larry, their bottoms touching. Her shirt had slid up, leaving her bare skin against his soft shorts.

“I’m sorry to make you do this. I know it’s weird. I just couldn’t take sharing a bed with him at this point.”

Larry mumbled, “It’s ok. It’ll be fine. I’m honored you allowed me to help you.”

Erin rolled over, now facing him, and hugged him firmly. Her hands came across his chest, settling almost under his left arm. “You’re the best!” Then, after a pause, “You know,” another pause. “I used to imagine snuggling with you on the boat. You always made me feel so comfortable, so safe.”

Larry took the words to heart and smiled. But the feeling of her warmth against his bare skin left his mouth too dry to speak. In this position, her elbow was only inches from his fully extended manhood. He started to tremble.

She pulled her body closer, now completely spooning, her hips pressed firmly against his. Her free hand made small, loose circles on his chest. “Your chest is so much smoother than his… it’s nice.”

Without thinking, he sighed, with a little sound of “mmmm…” When it came out, his heart stopped. “Shit. What are you doing?” ran through his mind immediately.

Then, feigning sleepiness, he said, “Night,” trailing the sound off as if he was dozing.

She just lay there a minute, not knowing what she was doing or what she was going to do. For some reason, she found herself incredibly turned on, yet she sensed she needed to back off. She released her hug, but kept her body close, resting her hand on his hip instead. Then, with a sigh of her own, “Good night,” and she lightly kissed the back of his shoulder.

Larry lay there like stone, in more ways than one. His erection was bursting at the seams, more than it had in twenty years, but he was afraid to move. His boss’ daughter lay in the same bed, practically naked, her warm breath on the back of his neck; thoughts he hadn’t even had about his own wife in years ran through his head mercilessly.

Slowly, her breathing changed. The rhythmic pattern settled into long, slow breaths, her chest heaved gently, up and down. Larry began to finally relax as well. His erection was still firm, but no longer screaming out to be touched.

Then, she shifted slightly in her slumber. Her hand slid off his waist, depositing itself directly on top of his lightly covered penis. His eyes popped open wide. Ohhhh, it felt so good. His member filled with blood again and poked its way to the top of his waistband. He gently moved his right arm to move her hand, but the action caused his body to shift further onto his back. The immediate effect was to poke his erection against her hand. The combined movement woke her, just as her hand was being lifted off him.

As if challenged, she pulled her hand free of him and plopped it right back where it had been, squeezing him as she did. “Mmmmmm…” Came from her lips.

As good as it felt, Larry grasped her hand firmly, slid onto his back, and sat partially upright. Like someone talking to a naughty dog, he said, “No. You can’t do that.”

She made a pouty face, then mumbled something unintelligible, and rolled onto her other side, facing the wall.

Larry sat there a few minutes. The moonlight peeked through the opaque hatch over their heads and gave the room an ethereal feel. The only sounds being her settled breathing, the hum of the air-conditioning, and the gentle lap of water against the hull of the boat. All the while, his erection strained to be free.

Twenty minutes later, he couldn’t take it anymore. He got up quietly and slipped into the bathroom. His dick was so hard he couldn’t even pee. He thought of a solution. Closing his eyes, he grabbed hold of his erection and pictured the young goddess he had witnessed earlier. Imagining he had let her continue, he pictured her kneeling on the floor, her mouth pleasing him as her pert little points showed proudly.

It only took a minute or two. He couldn’t hold back the little grunt that came with the release of his seed. His free hand captured the mess in a clump of toilet paper. He had to milk it several times to get all of the thick fluid out. Then, as he finally softened, he sat and released his urine and whatever remaining sperm had hung on. He wiped the dampness, flushed, and washed his hands. His breathing finally settled down enough for him to return to bed.

He quietly slid into the covers, turned on his side, and closed his eyes.

“I could have done that for you, you know.” Her voice came out of the dark.

He pretended not to hear, then squeezed his eyes even tighter. It took him forever to fall asleep.

Morning came way too soon. She was on her stomach, her right arm draped across his back again, not sexually, just resting. Others moving about the cabin woke him. He was always the first one up in the mornings, so he was a little freaked out. He peeled her arm off him and headed to the bathroom again. He had to sit to pee because his morning wood made it difficult.

He stepped back into the room, and she was sitting upright, topless. A sly smile on her face, she sighed, “Oops. I wasn’t expecting you to come out so quickly.” As she raised her new shirt up over her head, pausing briefly as if she was looking for the armholes, but proudly poking her chest forward, then slid the top into place.

He opened his mouth as if to admonish her, but turned his head away just as her head popped through the shirt opening. He decided that if he ignored her, maybe she would get bored with her game.

But she wasn’t done yet. She flipped the covers off of her lap, exposing her bottom half. She slid off the bed, then stood bare-assed in front of her closet, taking her time selecting which bikini bottom, then even longer, selecting a short skirt to wear over it. In the cramped space, there was little Larry could do to avoid watching her. It was difficult enough just trying to avoid bumping into her.

Once she slid her outfit on, she turned quickly to him. “Your turn.”

Larry rolled his eyes and motioned politely for her to get out of his way, and she plopped on the bed, leaning back against her pillow as if she was waiting for a show.

He reached into the bottom of the still-open closet and pulled his bag onto the bed. A boat captain travels light. He grabbed a T-shirt, a pair of clean underwear, and shorts, then took them into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Erin pouted. But her actions went unnoticed as Larry exited the restroom using the hallway door, instead of the en-suite door.

“I made it!” went through his head as he greeted the few who were awake and gathered in the galley.

Dmitri was upright on the couch, shirtless and partially wrapped in the light blanket, his eyes bleary from either a really late night, a lot of alcohol (or something else), and an embarrassed look on his face. “Dude. I’m sorry I had to take your spot. Thanks for understanding. I’ll try to straighten things out for tonight.”

Larry just shrugged and mumbled something, biting his tongue from what he wanted to say, which was something along the lines of, “You will get the fuck off my boat and find your own way home, and THEN, I will have my spot back.”

One by one, the group gathered in the galley/dinette area and put together a hodgepodge breakfast of whatever was left from earlier in the week. Erin stayed quiet and refused to even make eye contact with Dmitri. The three couples kept the two separated and kept enough conversation going so that the tension onboard stayed low.

By nine o’clock, the group had moved on, leaving Larry tinkering on the boat. He kept busy throughout the day, polishing chrome, buffing and waxing until the sun got high, then moving into the engine room to prepare for the long trip back to Florida the next day. As the afternoon passed, it became his sole concentration, forgetting about the sleeping arrangements.

As he wrapped up work, he planned out his evening alone. A quick shower, then a nice piece of fish at the pool bar next door. The group would be back at the boat to shower and change while he was out, and he would be in bed long before the concert ended. He hoped he would be asleep before his new roommate even stepped into the room.

He heard them coming down the dock as he was stepping out of the engine room. “Damn!” he remarked to himself, then quickly turned and went back down the steps.

“Heeeey Cap!” a cheery and drunk-sounding voice called into the open hatch. “You in there?”

Larry grabbed a dirty rag and popped his head out, wiping his hands as if he were still working. “What’s up?” he responded.

“We were talking about it, and decided you have been so cool all week, we want to bring you to Nobu with us. Our treat.” It was Trevor, the one “sponsoring” the big dinner.

Aside from the fact that a sushi dinner at that place could run over two hundred dollars per person, Larry was also looking forward to his alone-time plan. “That’s really generous of you, really, but I already have plans with one of the other captains on the dock.” His quick thinking sounded believable.

The group all moaned and groaned politely, except for Erin, who frowned sincerely. Then they all pushed in through the cabin door, Erin bringing up the rear. She allowed the door to close in front of her and addressed her captain, “You’re such a liar. I know you. You’re probably going to have dinner at the bar and be in bed by ten.” Then she smirked, rolled her eyes at him, and entered the cabin.

They took turns showering, sharing the last of a bottle of rum and knocking down a few beers while they got ready. An hour later, as Larry entered the cabin (hoping he timed it right), the crew were all dressed and looking sharp. All four women were in classy but light, wispy clothes, showing a lot of skin and tantalizing variations of displaying what was underneath.

As they headed out for the evening, Erin once again lagged behind. As she held the door open to exit, she turned her head and spoke, “I’ll see you later.” Then turned to leave, using her free hand to flip her skirt up, flashing her firm, round buttocks in her minimalist thong underwear at her captain.

The action wasn’t surprising. It was one-hundred percent, Erin. The words, though, echoed in Larry’s mind, especially the pronounced emphasis on the word “you”. He sensed he was in trouble, but his male parts perked up, reaching “soft wood” status in seconds. Larry dropped to the couch with a deep sigh.

Gathering himself, he went about his plan to make it an early night. His quick shower didn’t proceed as planned. His penis never shrank back down. As he washed himself, the thoughts of her holding it last night crept into his mind, and the warm water and soap felt so good he had to take care of himself. It was only a minute or two before his thick goo shot against the clear acrylic door, slowly washing down toward the drain.

He decided to skip dining out. Once clean, he microwaved a quick frozen dinner, then settled with a book in bed. Tonight, he added a T-shirt and underwear to his sleeping clothes, hoping that would send a message.

Reading helped put him to sleep extra early. The concert was scheduled to start at nine, and he knew the crew would be out past midnight. By nine-thirty he was asleep, sitting upright with pillows behind his back, his book lying in his lap.

It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet when he was startled awake as he felt the book being lifted from his lap.

Erin stood before him, naked as the day she was born, a devilish grin from ear to ear.

“What the…, what are you…” He could barely form words, his mind traveling a thousand miles an hour, his eyes glued to the spectacular woman standing beside the bed.

“Shhhh. Shhhh. It’s ok. It’s ok.” She responded, gently placing her hands on his, which were pinning the blanket to his shorts.

“No. You can’t be like… that. I can’t do this.”

She turned, sitting on the edge of the bed, with a “Humph” sound.

“Look. You are absolutely gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but you don’t want to mess around with me! I’m almost fifty.  You can do so much better. And soooo much better than Dmitri.”

“You don’t get it. I have always wanted you. Since I was old enough to date boys, I wanted you. You may be almost fifty, but you have more going on with that body, and more importantly, with those hands, than any guy my age. Even my mom used to say your neck rubs made her lose it sometimes. I want that. Just once. I want to know what it feels like to be appreciated, to be the focus of a man’s attention, to know that a man will do whatever it takes to please me… without thinking about himself. I absolutely know that is you.”

His heart was thumping so loud he couldn’t hear the air conditioning anymore. As she turned halfway to look in his eyes, he didn’t see the eyes of that cute little girl he used to know. He saw a hungry woman and an expression of desire. His mind went blank. He couldn’t come up with a response that formed actual words, making only momentary sounds as words failed to materialize. His eyes briefly dropped to the upturned breasts standing at attention.

“I know I can’t have you. But just this once, I want to know what it is that I really want in a man. This isn’t just about last night. I have thought of this for years. Dmitri was just a placeholder. He has a hot body that other women want, so I held onto him. But I was never happy with him. Maybe that’s why he felt a need to cheat. No, actually, that’s because he’s an inconsiderate prick who only cares about his own needs. But that’s my point.” She turned a little more, picking up his left hand and holding it to her right breast, her eyes locked on his.

The softness and warmth of her breast brought an immediate twitch to his penis, going from flaccid to semi-erect in the instant of the touch.

“Tell me you don’t want to feel my body. Look me in the eye and say it, ‘Erin I don’t want your body’, do that and I’ll get dressed and leave you alone.” Her left hand dropped onto the blanket, directly onto his crotch. “I know you can’t, because of this.” Her eyes shifted to his crotch, then back up.

Unconsciously, his fingers began to slowly massage the handful she gave him. Her chest dropped in a sigh as her head rolled and a gentle smile appeared on her lips. She scooted a bit closer, then lifted his right hand and placed it on her left breast. The blanket rose between them.

He couldn’t remember if his own wife’s breasts ever felt so good. He was trapped. Like having that first spoonful of a homemade ice cream. You can say you’re on a diet all you want, but you are going to eat whatever they put in front of you.

Erin switched positions, climbing on the bed and straddling her reluctant lover. She could feel his hardness through the bedding and ground her bottom gently, but firmly, searching for the position that touched the right places.

Larry was entranced. His mind kept saying no, but as long as he didn’t open his mouth, the words didn’t come out. In this new position, her breasts were above his eyes, his hands perfectly positioned to massage the firm little peaches before him. He rolled her nipples in his fingers while firmly pressing into her chest.

Erin’s eyes closed, her head rolled from one side to the other, savoring the touch she had longed for. Not to disappoint, Larry gently coerced her off his lap and onto the bed beside him. He kicked his feet out from under the blanket, then reversed positions. Now he was straddling her. He sat on her thighs, then leaned forward, hands still kneading the tender flesh. He lightly kissed her taut, tanned belly, slowly twirling his tongue around the folds of her neat little button. Slowly, he slid forward with his lips gently grazing the soft hairs with his breath, until his chin rested between the two mounds, then dipped his head forward and kissed the space between her breasts, lingering for a few moments.

Her head tilted back, soaking in the moment. Her neck now fully exposed, Larry walked his kiss upward, settling at the base of her neck. His hands released their prize and grabbed her wrists, pinning them now next to her head. His head raised up and stared down at her. It was the final moment of no return. She peered into his eyes, a little unsure of the suddenly vulnerable and unexpected position. She instinctively bit her lip, raising her hips slightly at the same moment, searching for something to rub against.

The battle was over. Larry lifted slightly, released her wrists, and spoke, “Turn over.” His words were clear and demanding. His first sign of clarity since he awoke.

Obediently, Erin rolled in place, pulling the pillow under her chest and neck, her head now suspended slightly above the bed, her arms all but crossed on the mattress in front of her head.

Larry crossed his arms as he grabbed his shirt and swiftly flung it over his head, tossing it aside. He placed both thumbs on either side of her spine, right where the butterfly tattoo sat at the crest of her ass crack. With his strong fingers firmly gliding up her back and his thumbs plying the gap on either side of the spine, he worked up to her neck. There, his hands parted ways, and he pushed firmly into the flesh above the shoulder blades until his fingers could grasp the tops of her shoulders. He bent down and kissed the base of her neck, pushing her hair aside. He paused to breathe in her scent, pulsing warm breath into the base of her scalp.

She moaned. She felt helpless under him, but relinquished all control, the moistness between her legs beginning to bubble up. As his hands and mouth worked a cycle, she could feel her muscles release. Lying motionless, except for her hips, which rose and fell with the rhythm of his hands.

Once she succumbed to his pressure, he slid backward and sat upon the backs of her knees. His hands never left her skin, merely slid lower, now working the softer flesh of her buttocks. His thumbs lifted and separated each cheek, while his muscular fingers squeezed and manipulated the flesh, and his palms pushed all his weight against her bottom, forcing her hips to raise and her back to arch. He kissed the small of her back, walked his lips down across the little butterfly, into the valley below.

He repeated the work of his hands several times, raising his head up to allow him to admire the scene before him. The earlier questions in his mind long forgotten, he cherished the nubile vixen lying under his command. He wanted so badly to drop his shorts, grab her hair and penetrate her, but withheld the urge. Pausing instead, then dropping his face between the cheeks, burying his nose deep in the valley, a mere inch from the forbidden opening. He soaked in her musk, awaited her reaction, then sensing no pushback, puckered his lips against the dark, tight opening, resting there while his hands continued working the muscles and tender flesh of her bottom.

Feeling his lips, she held her breath, her eyes opened, only to stare blankly at the wall, awaiting his next move, begging for him to take her soon. Her back arched deeply, her hips now completely off the bed, offering access wherever he wanted.

She was putty in his hands. With her hips high, Larry backed away enough to soak in the view. Her firm round cheeks, flushed with color from the deep massage. The dark, tight opening completely hairless even to the gap between openings; there was nothing but deep pink skin. A long web of clear fluid stretched from the front of her womanly opening down and back to the bed, the sheets exhibiting a large circle of dampness.

He moved his right hand to work the valley between the cheeks and freed his left hand. He cupped her mons, his fingers covering the entirety of the small patch of fur in the front, his thumb pressing strongly against lips which guarded the cavity beneath. Her body reacted instantly and pushed hard against his hand, a slight moan escaping her throat, followed by a slight whimper of disappointment when the fingers didn’t react as she hoped.

But Larry was in no hurry. He bent and kissed the butterfly again, this time lightly trailing his tongue down the crevice, circling the dark opening. He paused to kiss it, inserting his tongue the slightest little bit, just enough to break the seal, then backed away. His tongue then pressed firmly into the gap between the openings, finishing with a taste of the dab of moisture that stretched to the bed.

Her hips were trying to gyrate, to pull him in, to satisfy the urge she so desperately needed filled. At first he pushed back. Then, teasing her, he met her pushing with retreat, adding pressure only when she backed off. Erin bit her lip; her whimpers increased in tone as her frustration mounted.

Larry kept the game going until she relented. Once her hips stopped pushing, he buried his nose deep into the valley, pushing it against her anus. Now his tongue was in position to gain access to the opening between her swollen lips. His thumb moved forward, pressing against the now red nub. As his tongue dove deep inside her, his nose pressured her back door, his thumb varied pressure on her nub. His tongue could feel the electrical sensations when his thumb hit its mark. He moved faster and harder, and the walls of her vagina tensed, then she let out a gasp and raised her head up suddenly. Her thighs clamped against his head, locking him in place as she shuddered.

It was the first of many. Next, Larry used his head to push her ass higher in the air, bringing her legs further up. He slid his hand around her front and fondled those fabulous peaches once more. Now squeezing each nipple rhythmically, he dove between her legs again. His nose now buried in the moist opening, his tongue danced with her clitoris, flicking the nub multiple times, then pinning it against her body with pressure, then releasing only to graze it with his lips, all while his fingers built up to rough squeezing and tugging.

Her moans gradually got louder. Her climaxes went from quiet tensing to short tonal outbursts. As she became more desperate for penetration, she began to verbalize, “Ooooh, fuck me, pleeease. Ohhhh. Pleeeease!”

Larry smiled with each plea. His own erection was screaming out to be put into action, but he had other plans. He grabbed her hips as he slid back, and slid her over onto her back. She lifted her head to see him, hoping he was going to mount her, but instead, he lay alongside her. As she began to plead once again, he put a finger to her lips, pressing them together, signaling silence. His left elbow supported his weight as his hand cupped her right breast. He placed his right hand over her pubic area, inserting his middle finger and reaching deeply upward. Her eyes suddenly got wide as he hit his mark. Her eyes then shut as he worked his finger in and out while his palm pressed firmly against the sensitive outer nub. Her hips instinctively thrust against his hand, and she implored him to push harder and faster, her hips driving the speed.

A second and third finger worked their way inside, trying to gain deeper access. Suddenly she thrust her knees forward and let out a loud chirp followed instantly by a gush of air from her vagina, a puddle of clear fluid rapidly forming on the bed. As her body relaxed, she let out a sigh of exhaustion and pushed his hand away. Her legs dropped to the bed, and her arms fell to her side.

She rolled her head to the side with an apologetic look. “Oh my freaking God! That has never happened before. I’m sorry. I had no control of that.”

Larry laughed. “Which one, the pussy fart or the squirting?”

“My pussy farted too?” Her face had a horrified look. “I have never wet the bed in my entire life!”

“Um, honey… that’s not ‘wetting the bed’, that is called squirting, or female ejaculation.”

She was incredulous. “Damn I knew you would be good! Oh. We are so going to do this again… just not right now. I don’t think I could take it anymore. I can’t wait to tell the girls!”

“STOP RIGHT THERE! First off, that’s the first time I have ever seen a girl squirt from something I did! Second, you cannot EVER tell anyone what happened here tonight. And I mean EVER!”

Her eyes crinkled into an expression somewhere between disappointment and fear. Then she smiled, a soft, sympathetic smile. “What are we going to do about that?” And she reached for his erection.

He quickly pulled back. “Let me worry about that. We’ve already gone too far.” He then rose out of the bed, the front of his shorts pushed out into a pup tent, and a clear wet spot, the size of a silver dollar, oozing out. “By the way, if you ever get to that point again, don’t push your man away. Go with it and let go. I think you were right on the edge of something most women can only dream about.”