Stacy's Encounter in Jack's Adventures 8
The following day, many people flocked to the resort for the wedding, including various good-looking men and attractive women. However, Stacy and I were preoccupied with each other. I'm glad she saw something worthwhile in me, as I could not help but notice the same in her, choosing her among all the other girls present.
For the first time that day, I spotted her during the photo session for the wedding party, with the bridesmaids and groomsmen gathered together, dressed to the nines and ready for the evening's festivities. The bridesmaids were donning ivory dresses with silky fabric and low-cut necklines held up by spaghetti straps, causing their cleavage to drape in waves. As I beheld Stacy, clad in the same outfit, her slender, athletic frame accentuated by her dress, her hair neatly piled up behind her head, and two strands casually dangling on either side of her face, there was no question of anyone else in my mind.
The ceremony was enchanting, a tribute to love and devotion, but let's face it, nobody's here for that.
As cocktail hour commenced, Stacy and I were virtually inseparable, leading many to believe we were coupled. And after dinner, when the dance floor came to life, we let loose together, cutting a rug like nobody's watching. Stacy was an impassioned dancer, reveling in the music, jumping around on her bare feet, having a blast and deciding to leave her heels behind. Whenever a guy managed to worm his way in between us, Stacy would artfully maneuver herself to return to me.
Around 10 o'clock, when most of the older relatives had left for the night and a few of the younger partygoers had caught the shuttle back to their hotels, I kissed Stacy's ear and asked,
"Fancy a getaway?"
She smiled, starry-eyed, and nodded. We gathered our things and dashed out of the party.
We made our way up the path towards the cabins, walking side by side, feeling exhilarated and talking animatedly. We approached my cabin, went inside, closed the door behind us, and stood there, immersed in the moment.
She inched her way towards me, lips locked on mine, pressing her body against me, and I reacted with the same energy, lifting her slightly off the ground. She broke away, her hands going behind her head, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned back against the wall, watching her while she undid the straps on her shoulder, released her gown, and let it fall. The dress slipped down her figure to her waist, revealing a silver strapless bra which encased her breasts. Her tits were tear-shaped, with small, pale nipples, and she lifted them up, showcasing them to me with an air of confidence.
"Now it's your turn," she said.
I stripped off my shoes, then loosened my tie, removed my shirt, and discarded it. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my slacks, disrobing as well.
Feeling completely exposed, I stood with my arms firmly at my sides, trying to exude a sense of calm confidence. Stacy walked in front of me and observed my naked physique. Admiring, if not a little amazed. She curiously pushed my hair behind my ears, her eyes fixed on my genitals. She stepped back and took in the full sight of me, then turned to present her own body to me.
Stacy shed her shoes, undid her belt, loosened her dress, and stripped down to her skivvies. Her body was lean, toned, and incredibly alluring, boasting the curves of an athlete and the polished figure of a swimsuit model.
"And you," she commanded.
I removed my shoes, and loosened my tie, took off my shirt, and undid my belt. My slacks and briefs soon joined the first pile of discarded clothing. I stood, tall and proud, admiring her before my eyes.
Then I felt her lips detach itself from mine, and I looked as she lowered her head towards my lap. I threaded my fingers through her hair, and she gazed into my eyes, her face dropping towards mine, kneeling between my legs, and held my manhood in her hand. She examined it for a moment, marveling, and then she kissed her way from the base to the tip. She repeated the process on the other side, and I grew steadily engorged. Holding her hair, she looked up at me with lust. She stroked her lips apart. I watched her face as she lowered her head again and this time, embraced me with her warm, wet mouth.
The girl began gently blowing me, letting her soft, pillowy lips glide along the top of my head, covering a third of my shaft before retreating. Her hands gripped the lower part of my shaft and twisted gently in opposite directions as her mouth bounced on and off. It was a slow, sensual experience that felt fantastic, an excellent warm-up. I observed her face from my angle, envisioning all the things I intended to do to her sculpted frame.
After a couple of minutes, I slipped my cock out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her breath slightly quicker.
"Get up," I said.
She complied, and I took her by the shoulders, turning her towards the wall. I wrapped my left hand around her throat, applying a bit of pressure across her front, pressing lightly with my thumb and fingers on her sides.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
She nodded, wide-eyed and breathless.
I positioned my right hand between her legs. She spread her legs slightly, allowing me to move my hand up her vulva, skimming her clit in a single rotation, then quickly inserting a finger into her sweltering pussy. She gasped. She was already drenched, so while I held her throat with one hand, I continued pumping my finger into her pussy to the knuckle.
She pushed her hands against the wall, arching her lower back and sticking her pelvis out. Her head and butt were pressed against the wall while her breasts were pushed forward.
I curled my finger up, forming a circle around the higher ridge of her entrance with my palm and her clit, and started using my entire hand in tiny, rapid circles.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed, her teeth clenching before releasing them, her gaping mouth and raised eyebrows showcasing surprise.
I maintained this for at least a few minutes, her pussy getting ever wetter and wetter, enveloping each movement of my hand in juice. Her eyes locked onto mine, conveying my reluctance to stop stimulating her to the point of climax.
Eventually...
"I'm going to come," she warned, her muscles tensing.
I applied slightly more pressure to her throat.
"Come for me," I urged. "I want to see you shoot for me."
She nodded and closed her eyes, her body jerked violently, her heels slipped on the floor, and she screamed as she came. Her arms and legs trembled uncontrollably, and I held my hand in her vagina, and she squirted a long stream down my arm and across the ground. Her body continued to spasm, and I moved my hand to maintain its position within her, unleashing another torrent of her orgasm fluids. Her scream morphed into a high-pitched moan before a low moan, her body relaxed and she lowered herself to her knees, then collapsed onto her side.
I stepped back, panting heavily, as her hands came to her face, her body flushed and flushed. She hummed into them, laughed incoherently.
Once I had regained my breath, I knelt beside her, took her by the forearms, and lifted her to her feet. She wobbled, glanced up at me, her face flooded with astonishment.
"It's break time," I said, "Get up that ladder and into bed."
She proceeded towards the ladder leading up to the loft area, started climbing it, and I playfully swatted her ass. She yelled in surprise and sprinted up the ladder, then I followed. The mattress lay directly on the floor, with no boxspring or bed frame. She tumbled onto the bed and onto her back.
I organized myself above her and we kissed, her body undulating under me. I felt my dick rubbing against her stomach, and she inclined her hips up, longing for penetration. She stopped kissing me and looked up at me.
"Thank you for being patient with me," she whispered.
"Not at all," I said, "Are you ready?"
She nodded, biting her lip, her face displaying apprehension.
I pressed back up and stood on my knees between her thighs. She stared at my hard-on, and I held the base and angled it downwards towards her pussy. My tip lightly brushed her clit and crossed its entrance, and I looked up her body, taking in the slick curves from her flat stomach to her chest to her face, her eyes gazing at me in the dim light.
I pressed my cock into her.
Her mouth parted, a hint of pain mixed with pleasure. I fully secured my cock inside her, my pelvis flush with her opening, and she gasped.
"Oh my god," she repeated.
I placed my hands on the mattress, by her shoulders, and held my body above hers as I began to move. Her slender frame followed mine, moving across the bed as our pelvises met, then shifted back when I pulled out. Her mouth remained open, her eyes focused on me, as I thrust again, pushing her across the bed.
I increased my pace, hammering my cock into her with more force. Her chest, with her breasts laying flat, began to bounce up and down. Her hands grabbed my butt, a vise around my cheeks, her nails digging in. Then she traced them up and down my back in long strokes.
"Damn it," I grunted, liking the pain, aroused by it.
She smiled back, and I lowered myself onto my elbows, bringing our lips close together, and we started kissing again as my hips lifted and dropped over hers, jabbing my cock into her pussy, ensuring she felt every inch.
I stopped kissing her, gazed into her eyes, and queried:
"Ready? To really get plowed?"
She questioned my intention, then nodded, and I grabbed the nape of her neck and guided her chin over my shoulder, wrapped the other arm around her lower back, keeping her close to me, and began fucking her as quickly as possible.
"Oh my godddddd," she gasped, our bodies colliding.
Her thighs wrapped around the back of my legs, and I continued to flood her with my cock, hitting her clitoris with each thrust, hoping to make her cum another time, certain I would keep fucking her until she did. Her fingernails now dug into my shoulders. I turned my head toward her.
"Do you like this?" I growled into her ear.
"I love it...I love it."
"I've been longing for this for three days..."
She moaned.
Our flesh smacked together as my cock drove into her, repeatedly.
"You're so hot." I whispered into her ear. "I can't believe my luck...Fucking your beautiful body...Fucking your tight pussy."
She moaned, louder, more piercing, then tried to speak but only managed "oh myyyyyy g-"
-before she climaxed, screaming at the top of her lungs, her body twitching, her arms and legs curled around me as I continued to pound her.
"Oh my god!" she cried, pushing up on my elbows, looking into my eyes, shaking her head. "Oh my god, oh my god."
She brought her hands to my arms and pushed up and down, my penis sliding in and out of her.
"Use me again," she demanded, still recovering from her orgasm.
I chuckled. "I will," I said.
I watched her stomach undulate, her abs firm and toned, her thighs pushing her up and down, her pussy gripping my dick.
"Get on top," I suggested.
She leaned forward, lowering her torso over mine, her chin resting on my shoulder, her chest smashing against my, and I encircled her with my arms.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "Yes."
And I started pushing my hips up, extremely quickly, my cock sliding in and out of her like a piston.
She immediately started giggling, even hiccupped at one point. I squeezed both my hands over her butt, held her cheeks tight, massaged them, pulled them apart and back together, hearing her moan as her openings spread.
I maintained this position for several minutes, until we were both soaked in sweat. I then slowed down and stopped. She immediately pushed herself off me, sat up, put her hands back on my chest and drove her nails into my skin.
"What the hell?" she shouted, clenching her jaw, unable to hide her laughter. "What the hell!"
"You're not getting fucked like this all the time," I remarked.
She straightened her hair off her face once more. "No, I'm not. I'm not."
"What do you want me to do next to you?" I asked.
"From behind," she said.
I paused, then complied. She lowered her torso towards mine, resting her chin on my shoulder, her breasts crushing into my chest, and I hugged her back.
"Ready?" I inquired.
"Yes," she replied. "Yes."
And I began slamming my hips up, fast, my cock stimulating her vagina.
She immediately burst into laughter, chuckling, even broke into a fit of giggles at some point. I simultaneously massaged her derriere with both hands, holding her cheeks firm as I fucked her.
They broke apart, his dick slipping from her pussy. She leaned forward, presenting her ass in the air, and he got on his knees behind her. Holding her waist steady, he positioned his tip against her entrance and entered with ease, aided by the lubrication that had gathered on both his member and her vagina.
She moaned, and he tightened his grip on her waist. The sensation of her pussy's embrace amplified here, causing him to initiate laughter.
"What?" she asked.
"It's nothing," he replied. "It just feels amazing."
He tried to relish the moment, admiring her perky behind and the puckered entrance to her ass. She smoothed back her hair, exposing her neck and creating a valley between her shoulder blades. He wrapped one of his free hands in her hair, pulling lightly on it, prompting her to look back at him.
"I'm almost there," he warned.
"Great," she said.
"I have one last request, though."
She rolled her head to face him.
"Sure," she said.
"Can I fuck your tits?"
She chuckled, her vagina contracting around his dick.
"Yes," she said.
She flipped onto her back, and he mounted her, his thighs pinning her torso down as he brought his wet cock between her breasts. With her hands still on her chest, she pushed them together around his shaft. He bent over her and began humping her, pushing his hips forward, thrusting into her bosom.
He observed her as she gazed down, her mouth agape, watching their bodies in action. Her breasts were soft and lush, providing the perfect environment for his movements. The feeling of his orgasm surged through him, and he had to confess.
"I'm going to come soon," he said.
"Good," she said.
"But first, can I come on your tits?"
She smiled up at him.
"Of course," she said.
He stretched out upward, moved down her stomach, and took hold of his penis. She clutched her breasts together, bit her lower lip, and stared at him seductively. He climaxed, the three days of wandering the festival, wanting to fuck her, culminating in a powerful eruption. His semen sprayed onto her body, causing her to moan. One shot missed the mark and landed on the pillows.
"Come here," she said.
He inched towards her, shifting up her body, and she lifted her head from the pillows to engulf his member in her mouth.
"Oh my god," he exclaimed, the feeling too magnificent for words.
She sucked on it a couple of times and moved her tongue around the head, making him feel like he was at the brink of orgasm once more. More semen escaped his cock, and she swallowed his load.
"Thank you," he said. "So much."
She smiled and scooted away from him. She then left the bed and went to the bathroom to clean off. He remained in bed, fully satisfied. When she returned, they simply lay down next to one another, their shoulders touching, fixated on the ceiling above them. They passed out, exhausted from the night of dance and sex.
She snuck away early the next morning, partially undressed. Before she left, she handed him her phone number and demanded that he call her if he found himself in Austin.
I never visited, but on social media, I noticed her saying she had met someone shortly after our encounter, and they were soon engaged. She is now married, pregnant, and appears to be content. I'm grateful for our special weekend, and I assume she is too.
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