Pawn Takes a Vacation, Part 1
Once Nikki managed to open the door, she raced back to her room, much more comfortable bare-skinned but not ready to spend her days without clothes. Ryan's message calmed her down. He was coming. A sensation of peace washed over her.
Resting once again on her bed, Nikki adjusted her position to something she believed would be appealing to Ryan. The atmosphere she created was as serene as possible considering her small apartment. It wasn't her ideal location for sexual liaisons. Nikki enjoyed Ryan's home much more - less stress, fewer inquisitive neighbors. But it was summer. His kids were occasionally home, so she had to visit during their weekly cleanings.
It had been too long.
The door creaked loudly as it opened, followed by a soft shut. Nikki cried out to him. Quickly, she darted to her bedside table. She disregarded the cold touch of the whipped cream can. However, the sudden eruption of cream from the nozzle onto her nipples made her gasp. With rapid movement, she replaced the can before Ryan entered the room.
Seeing Ryan's face lighten up at the view in front of him caused Nikki to feel a surge of energy. She couldn't suppress the urge to wiggle around on the bed. Her tits bounced slightly due to the whipped cream dancing around them.
"Wow," he uttered. "This is indeed a sight."
"I guess you shouldn't have too many sweets before dinnertime. But I think you're due for a sweet treat."
"I couldn't agree more." Ryan kicked off his shoes and swiftly removed his shirt, followed by his undershirt. Despite his relatively advanced age, the man remained in good shape, the result of her influence. His more fervent dedication to the gym post-meeting her. He stated that being with her motivated him to work out even harder.
Nikki felt a delightful shiver go up her spine as he neared. His tongue flicked at the cream on her nipples gave her a secret yelp. Nikki delighted in his attention to her breasts, the slow suckling feeling increased every time he latched onto her breast. She eagerly anticipated his consumption of the remaining cream.
Moving onto her other nipple, he twirled his tongue around it. Nikki's laughter mixed with a pleasure-filled sigh. Once again, his tongue magically hardened her nipple. She could only hold her breath as he ceased sucking and slipped away, exposing her bare skin still moist from his saliva. Wariness hung around Nikki.
When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Ryan's eyes. A peculiar item was in his hands. Contemplating what it was, he showed it to her, the sound of a bottlecap being removed. His posture changed slightly as he shifted orientation. Then, he retreated to reveal a bottle of chocolate syrup.
Overjoyed, Nikki giggled at the syrup dripping over her body. Watching Ryan covered in this endeavor was equally enjoyable. Her chest clenched with anticipation while watching him shake the chocolate onto her body, paying close attention to coating various parts of her skin. When it appeared he had finished, he put the bottle down.
Curious and frustrated, Nikki thought about sitting up and watching. But she stayed on the bed, a canvas for her lover to adorn. She pondered his next step.
"No strawberries?" Ryan asked with amusement.
"There were none with good flavor at the store," she said.
"I've noticed that too," he added casually. Nikki would've been inclined to talk about grocery shopping had Ryan not reached for pineapple.
Nikki breathed in heavily while Ryan coated her breasts with the pineapple. His gentle application made her eyes close as she savored the sensations of the pineapple and the cold spoon eternally sending chills over her flesh. Her body curved with anticipation. Feeling these pleasurable twinges inflamed her.
Ryan inspected Nikki. His creation. Ryan's emotion was hard to decipher, but Nikki read it as a combination of thoughtfulness and delight. Nikki noticed him grab a container of sprinkles. "I've never made a sundae before," he remarked, almost to himself. "How's this?"
As the sprinkles and colorful bits tumbled down upon her, Nikki barely felt them land. The sugary artistry Stuart created on her body effectively absorbed the impact. The bare patches stood out in stark contrast, drawing a laugh from Nikki. With her desires aroused, she longed to explore, touch, and feel... but was restrained as the electrifying energy within her swirled about.
She observed as Ryan stepped back, admiration in his eyes. He was appreciating his girlfriend, savoring the sight of her smothered in various treats. After a moment of reflection, he fixed his gaze on her phone atop the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" Nikki questioned, equal parts amused and worried.
"Just want to take a picture," he replied casually.
"Why not use your phone?"
"Too risky. But I do not want to forget this moment."
With a swipe, one photo after another was snapped. When she first reclined, Nikki smiled awkwardly. Assume she looked repulsive and undesirable, she jokingly stuck her tongue out and flipped the bird.
"Come on, sweetheart," Ryan urged. "You don't think poorly of yourself, do you?"
"I look ridiculous," Nikki protested. "I'm sure the pics will be displeasing to the eye."
"Nonsense. You look delightful – lots for my eyes to feast upon."
Ryan slid her legs apart. As before, with his body poised to enjoy the sensuous treats showered upon her, he devoured her at a feverish pace. His licks escalated into kisses on her skin. Several times, Nikki was on the verge of climax. But the playground had been configured just for Ryan; she transferred the reins to him. He had control. She was bound to indulge in his savoring of her body.
He moved lower. "Time for the creamy center," he stated. "
He pushed his head up against her intimate area. His tongue frenetically searched. Aware of her mounting orgasm, Nikki cried out. Her grinds met his intense licking, tormenting her desire to cum.
Exhausted, Nikki's grip on her bed loosened. Ryan's prolonged, attentive tongue created waves of relief. Sitting up, her tangled hair gave her an unruly appearance, she studied her man.
"You're a voracious eater."
Ryan chuckled. "I'd have thought you'd discovered that before now. You've a way of keeping me on my toes."
"And you've a knack for making mine curl," she discerned. She spied his wilting member and her heart tugged.
"I didn't get to satisfy myself."
"We must rectify that," he interjected. He handed her the water bottle. She rinsed his manhood, and satisfied him. Connecting in another show of intimacy, they embraced. "We need to clean up," he relayed.
"Absolutely," she agreed. "This tabletop buffet was delicious, but it's time to clean up." They shared a laugh.
As they replaced the Food Network on the bed, Stuart inquired, "So, refined taste, or more likely everyday indulgence?"
Nikki mused, unraveling the delightful flotsam. "I'd wager a bet that we both learned a bit about ourselves."
"Bet?" He inwardly laughed. "Hah! Definitely more proactive."
Studying the array before me, she snatched her petite bear-bottle of honey. Nembling towards Ryan, she delivered a grin and an eye wink. I relished engaging in the strong role, despite feeling utterly clueless regarding what exactly was about to unfold.
Bending down, she clutched his johnson. A minor spasm caught my eye. Conceiving his penis preparing to revive enthralled me. Flipping the cover off the honey, I coated its contents extensively over his fleshy yet semi-erect meat. Ryan exhaled a gasp as the honey came into contact. Initially, both his manhood and my hand had become glazed with the gooey stickiness.
I pondered the peculiar action of rubbing a honey-slicked pole. The sensation of the tacky lubrication intertwined with my grasp on his member felt extraordinary. I had devoured my share of penises in the past. Nonetheless, this sensation was incomparable.
Quite absorbed in deciphering the intriguing method of working a sticky-coated rod, my concentration evaded the nature of what I was accomplishing. Rapidly, his cock became firm and inflexible in my palms. I craved a taste.
Partaking in his penis with my lips, a hint of preseminal fluid tingled my tongue. Undeniably, the relishing taste of honey enthralled me. However, the inconvenience presenting itself as I devoured his cock, namely his girth, hindered my progress. However, this challenge was surmountable, as I persevered, allowing a more manageable portion to reside in my maw.
Delighted with Ryan's thrusting in time with his breathing, I relished the task of obtaining his consent for further intimacy after witnessing his rigidity deep within my mouth. Planning a sinfully captivating conclusion to this delightful ruse, I savored the thought of his sperm impregnating my hands. Despite the shame of being denied the pleasure of his cock in my womb, I yearned for the climax he teased me with earlier.
Frivolously tossing my head, I emitted moans and slurped on his tool. Several interjections involving foul language, prayers, and exclamations from Ryan resounded in the room as my oral adeptness stimulated him. My own breathing indicated a similar pleasure, captivated by his arousal. Suddenly, I stepped back and, with two hands, embarked on making his cock enchanting once more. His knees buckled as my touch coaxed out his reserves.
"Issue a warning, honey. I require to comprehend your approaching climax."
"Soon, honey. Christ."
I watched him. I had no agenda, but I desired to experience the fulfillment of his seed within me. My quest for connection with him yearned for his ectoplasm. The rising tension in his body and the disconcerting spasms in his manhood initiated an overwhelming desire. Time halted. Tongue bravingly extended from my mouth, I aimed his cock towards my bare chest. "Oh, honey, let it out" I demanded, encouraging his ejaculation.
As he encroached on the threshold, I adopted a provocative stance. I began jerking his manhood, driving him towards bliss. A stark contrast from our lustful embrace minutes prior, Ryan's thunderous ejaculate erupted. Spraying my chin initially, then kissing my throat, his seed spattered my heaving bosom. His rush slowly tapered off, leaving the dim remainder clinging to my breasts. Commencing cautiously, I engulfed his rod, covering us in the messy aftermath, and relinquishing the reins to him. He shuddered, his depletion making control of his body difficult.
Outstretching my tongue to his chin, I sampled the remaining honeyish cum. Admitting failure to remove it from my face, I licked the honeyed milk droplets to my fingers and proceeded to paint them on my neck and chest. Smiling wickedly, I beamed up at him, relishing every sight of him both lusting for more and watching my dry humping of his powerful erection. He shook his head, captivated by what was unfolding between us.
"Saucy topping," he murmured.
"Care for a little dessert?" I whispered, playfully offering him more cum to own.
Ryan sighed. The reality of departing from my sanctuary distracted him, but my charms lingered on. He ducked into the shower, while I remained kneeling and contemplating something. The regular occurrence of our short interactions was a tragedy. His marriage seemed indifferent to him and I was at his service, immediately inspired by him. As he bathed, his eyes roved over my body, caked in a sugary mixture, as I knelt and pondered our dire problem- his impending departure.
As always.
He answered, "Not at the moment." As he assisted Nikki in standing up.
He told her about an upcoming business project. A client wanted to revise their product, and Ryan had been picked to join them while his team made improvements on the product. Nikki pretended to be interested, yet she still felt down about herself. His words weren't getting through. Until he mentioned the location of the event.
"A small vacation, eh?"
"No. Sherri and everyone else will be remaining behind."
Nikki became tension. Her thoughts sped up.
"About three hours away?"
"I'm not driving."
"Me?" he wondered aloud.
"You are."
"...What?"
"You can drive me down there. We can have the weekend to ourselves. Think about it! We could shop at the downtown area. Go out for dinner. Dancing! Hit the clubs. Anonymity." A cheerful smile spread across her face as she gestured wildly.
"Slow down there!"
"What?"
"Are you suggesting you'll join me?"
"Definitely! Why not?"
"Well, for one, I can't put you in the same room as me. They'll only pay for one."
"That's fine," Nikki quickly responded. "I'll find a place nearby."
Ryan seemed a bit dumbfounded. "Really?"
"C'mon! Don't you want to spend some private time with me? Our normal interactions have been limited."
Ryan paused, trying to process this sudden change.
"In theory, we'll have two whole days. Imagine how great it'll be."
But just as Nikki imagined their romantic weekend, her heart sank. There she was, naked except for a layer of semen and sweets, begging a middle-aged professional not to be her husband to come with her on a business trip.
"Alright," Ryan said, carefully considering her proposition. "But remember, you won't have the whole day to yourselves. I have to work, too."
"Fair enough," Nikki replied. "We'll still have the evenings, right?"
"Absolutely," Ryan confirmed. "I'll text you later."
Nikki clapped her hands in excitement. Ryan left the room, the heavy door quickly closing behind him. Nikki locked the door and moved towards the bathroom. Up went the shower, as she yearned to cleanse the sticky, sweet mess off her body. Gently washing it away felt like an act of self-care. Yet, deep down, she knew her heart desired more.
* * *
Waiting outside the restaurant Ryan had mentioned, Nikki arrived a bit early. It was a good idea, considering the traffic made her journey longer than anticipated. This gave her some time to look her best. Nikki wore a white top that accentuated her assets just right. Not too low, but not too high. Coupling it with a white skirt allowed her to show off her figure without calling too much attention to herself. It fit her like a glove and was comfortable, perfect for the warm weather.
One Clothing choice aside, Nikki had never made an effort to dress up for Ryan. But a business trip was a good opportunity to.
"Hello, darling."
Ryan's familiar voice prompted Nikki to turn around. He approached in smart work attire, seeming quite proper. She hugged him to return his greeting.
The pair entered the restaurant. Ryan's client had booked a four-person table in advance. Although the host was still missing, they were seated at the end of a tablecloth-lined table. They chatted and drank. Even though it was early for the restaurant, it wasn't tremendous busy.
Nikki questioned the arrival of Ryan's client. "How much longer until they get here?"
"I prefer arriving early," Ryan answered. "Better than being late. Unacceptable!"
A devilish grin spread over Nikki's face. "I have an idea to pass the time."
"Umm...I don't think-"
"I can pass by quickly and return." Nikki smiled.
Ryan studied her. "You mean you want to-"
"Yes. I'll be quick. I mean, it could be fun!"
With their drinks finished, the couple sat in silence for a few minutes while waiting. Ryan sipping his coffee. Nikki fidgeting. Suddenly, someone called out Ryan's name.
"Well, trust me to arrive on time," came Ryan's reply.
Nikki's wish seemed to be granted. They'd enjoy a private weekend.
She peered around the room one more time. With just one other couple a good distance away, she felt confident enough to proceed. She crawled under the table. Ryan's familiar nervous chuckle spurred her on. Scooting over slightly, she reached between his legs to his belt buckle, undoing it.
Ryan's legs tensed instantly. A throat clearing followed. It only served to egg Nikki on. She fiddled with his pants until she freed his soft dick. Quickly, her hands began to work. Stroking its length. Teasing the tip.
Just as expected, his cock stiffened under her fingers. When it was adequately hard, she took it in her mouth. Quietly, she couldn't help but feel a bit inhibited by the lack of noise she was making. She had imagined getting all wild and sloppy under the table during this scenario. But she didn't want to ruin Ryan's important meeting or get them kicked out. Nikki just wanted to have a bit of fun.
The twitching of his erect cock signaled she was doing a good job. Importantly, he couldn't verbally encourage her or play with her head, as he often did while she sucked his dick.
Indeed, Ryan had been composed and quiet this entire time. There was no outward indication when a sudden jerk accompanied the release of his hot load into Nikki's mouth. She couldn't help but let out a tiny yelp as the cum sprayed against the back of her mouth. Her mouth instinctively sped up. Soon she was draining the last drops from his manhood.
Nikki held his cum in her mouth. Ryan could put his own cock away. What's more, Nikki wanted to see the look on Ryan's face as she sat back up and showed him her prize. To let him watch as she once again gulped down his semen.
"Hey, hey! Sorry we're late!"
"Mahajan! Hello!"
"Don't worry about it. You both have drinks. Listen, honey, I'm going to go to the bar, transfer the tab, and get some beverages for all of us out here. The usual?"
"Yes, dear. Thanks."
A chair scraped back. Feminine legs took the empty seat. And that person scooted into position, potentially confining Nicole's space even more.
"Nice to meet you," the woman's voice came from those legs.
"A pleasure as well."
Nicole impulsively put on a smile. It was noticeably different from the woman's surprised expression and Ryan's bewildered, frustrated one.
"Hi. I'm Nicole," Nicole offered, extending her hand to shake the woman's. Disconcertingly, she realized her hand had been on Ryan's dick only moments ago. Turning to Ryan, she continued to play her part. "Sorry, I thought it was on the table. I couldn't find it."
"Hi. Lisa Mahajan," the woman responded in kind.
"Nice to meet you." Nicole attempted to stay friendly, but Ryan's cum still tasted in her mouth. The only relief she found was in taking a sip from her glass.
"Ah, good. It's great that we're all here! Rakesh," came the voice of the man she'd heard earlier. Ryan's client host, a middle-aged man, appeared comparatively skinny, though his active visage betrayed his age with the appearance of a few wrinkles. He was dressed the same as Ryan - probably from leaving work immediately after.
Lisa was also around the same age as Rakesh, as best Nicole could tell. Her skin had been kissed by the sun. But she emanated an air of zest that implied a positive perspective on life. She even seemed flirty as she conversed. In spite of being the youngest at the table, Nicole didn't get the impression she was boxed into a role. This was a group she could jive with.
As they chowed through their dinners, Rakesh and Ryan dove into business talk. In no time, their conversation absorbed everyone at the table. In their silence, Nicole found herself feeling isolated. As if she were a child crashed into a party for grown ups. She repeatedly reminded herself she wasn't alone - Lisa seemed to be in the same situation.
Nikki finished her plate quickly. Seizing the moment, she took advantage of the ongoing business chat to make her way to the restroom. To her surprise, Lisa also stood up and made her way there.
Walking together to the restroom, Lisa asked, "Is he like this all the time?"
Nikki smirked. "When he gets absorbed in business, he becomes very concentrated."
They utilized the amenities. Nikki proceeded to clean her hands, and Lisa promptly followed suit. Only one other female in the area completed her tasks and left through the door. As it closed, Nikki was taken aback by a sudden maneuver Lisa executed on the spot.
"So, did you find what you were searching for beneath the table? You claim you didn't, but there's a part of me that feels you did."
Nikki hesitated to inquire the question. A spotlight seemed to be on her, making her feel exposed. How much did Lisa suspect? Nikki stood her ground and faced her. though Lisa's expression was inquisitive, there was no malice present. Nikki's heart raced, and a tightening fear crept into her throat.
"It's okay. You're not the only one here who has engaged in oral sex with a man in public. Although,..." Lisa paused, considering her words carefully. Nikki knew she was examining her physical attributes closely. "... is he your husband?"
The curiosity in Lisa's tone was evident, leaving Nikki on edge. Lisa held out her left hand, displaying a wedding ring that glinted in Nicole's direction. Discovering she was caught left Nikki paralyzed and unable to speak.
"So... A coworker? A mistress? An escort? I vow, I wont betray your secret."
Nikki's throat went dry. She could lie and claim to be Ryan's daughter. The notion of presenting herself as such had crossed her mind before. But now that Lisa knew she was giving Ryan oral sex? Gross.
She paused before replying, "I'm... His partner."
"He has a taste for the young ones."
"That's not accurate. He enjoys me. My energy."
Her response captured Lisa's attention. Lisa's gaze maintained its examination of Nikki, as if she were scoping out all her details. Perhaps she was mentally undressing her? Lisa's features betrayed her contemplation. Nikki felt intimidated by what her words might say.
"I can understand why. I'm beginning to take a liking to you as well." Lisa cast her gaze toward the door momentarily, as if anticipating an entrance. Regaining her attention on Nikki, Lisa wore a pleasing expression. "I'd like to ask you something."
At some point, the two made their way back to the table. The tension between them dissipated, replaced with relaxation and relief. Nikki had come with the intention of playing the role of Ryan's lover. She not only achieved that goal, but made a friend in the process. Lisa opened up and developed a fondness for her. That amplified the enjoyment of the evening.
The sight of their partners still engaged in discussing work issues took a little of the vigor away from Nicole. The women exchanged sidelong glances and giggled before settling back down. Ryan must have had his drink replenished. Whether it was due to attentiveness or absent-minded agreement with the waiter didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Nikki would relish it regardless.
"Wow, it feels like we've already been here for such a long time," Rakesh finally commented after glancing at his watch. He grabbed the check at the end of the table. "I think we've made some substantial progress here tonight. If your team can implement the changes we discussed, then I believe we'll be in good stead."
"The visual aspect may not yet be complete - the interface crew must work on adjusting the look and feel. However, the foundation should be in place. The graphics team can follow up, but the framework will be in place." Ryan turned to Nikki. "Sorry (our) conversation got a bit carried away. How have you been doing?"
"We're good," Nikki replied.
"Just some girl talk," Lisa added jokingly.
Nikki couldn't suppress her smile. She viewed Lisa's grin and thought it matched her own.
Nightfall had settled over the city by the time they left the restaurant. Rakesh and Lisa set off for their home, while Nina and Ryan remained to tour the boardwalk. Ryan phoned his wife to update her on the situation. Naturally, Nikki would maintain her silence. She was happy to allow Ryan to achieve his role as a husband.
The proximity to the ocean pulled at Nikki. She proposed a stroll on the beach, and Ryan agreed. Soon, they were treading on the sand. The city's lights gleamed faintly in the background. Apart from a few other couples and beachgoers, it was just the two of them.
"Definitely! If I've been hesitant to show it, I've missed you. I miss us. Having fun and exploring our youth. Even if just for a moment." Nikki paused. A strange feeling came over her. "It's odd. I knew this summer could be difficult. Kids around and schedules and whatnot. But it's been so long, and it hit me so hard."
"It does feel odd. You've always seemed independent. I understand the desire for companionship. But you're a strong woman. You have your whole life ahead of you, and you don't need to be tied down. Not that we're tied down...our relationship."
Ryan chuckled. Hearing him laugh made Nikki's heart smile. "I don't think I need it per se. It's just...nice to be noticed. Not just the doll on a guy's arm. I've been through countless relationships like that, from high school to my adult life. A guy and I meet, and we're hot and heavy to start. Similar to us."
"But they always regressed into the same thing. We try to be a couple. And he'd lose interest. He'd still want to be seen with me and say he was dating me. But, like, spending time with me? Instead of his friends or his hobbies? It hurts, you know? Is it me? Do I make it impossible for people to spend time with me?"
"Well, in our situation, I do have family to attend to. If I'm disappearing for hours at a time, it won't be long until they notice."
"I understand that. But the feelings of past relationships reared their heads when we were apart. The heartbreak still stings deeply. At least I know it's different. You text. I receive a phone call from time to time. You pursue me. Want to remain engaged with me. I cherish our intimate moments. Knowing that I am fulfilling something your wife cannot or will not. It turns me on just thinking about it. But, imagine getting excited by something as simple as a 'good morning' message. It's become part of my routine now. And I live for it."
Nikki snuggled closer to him as they walked further down the beach. The sun was setting, making the beach even more empty and secluded. A perfect time to snuggle up to her man. Ryan's hand found its way to her head. Raking through her hair, he gave her scalp a gentle massage. She sighed, yearning to completely blend into him.
"I'll admit I eagerly anticipate your messages and calls as well. I think back to when we first met. What you said about being young or old. And you're right. I feel young. I may still be figuring things out, but I feel like I'm learning and evolving as a person. I experience the same thrills that come with courtship. The butterflies in my stomach from your messages. The anticipation of our encounters. It's all exciting and invigorating. The excitement of the unknown like in the early stages of dating."
"That's why I want to savor our time here. I feel we're more than just lovers. We support each other. Remember when I was sick, and you brought me a care package and some soup? That was incredibly kind. I can't think of any other man in my life who would do that for me."
"You're worth it, honey. You're intelligent and sharp-witted. I enjoy sharing myself with you."
Nikki smiled. She felt the need to speak up against the crashing waves. "I'm ecstatic you're happy. I'm glad I'm adding something to your life."
Ryan's hand descended, landing on her derriere. She welcomed the caress with a wiggle. She brushed her head against him again as they went on their leisurely stroll down the deserted beach.
"You went down on me inside a restaurant. With a client and his wife present. And somehow, you managed to salvage the situation and even appeared to hit it off with the wife. You're extraordinary. I'm fortunate to have you in my life. Oh, and you're certainly making a difference in someone's life."
Nikki giggled. It was quaint. She didn't want to feel like a child earlier at dinner. But now, alone with Ryan, she reveled in allowing the carefree feeling of being a naughty kid to soak in.
"More than anything, I just yearned to taste you again. It's been too long!"
"Are you wanting some form of relief? Even if just a bit?"
"Am I aroused? Yes. But I can demonstrate some self-discipline. After all, I have you all night."
Ryan slowed down and stopped walking, but he didn't let go of her hand. Nikki turned around to face her lover, illuminated by the faint glow of the city behind him. She moved closer to him and was quickly wrapped up in his left arm. His right hand quickly moved between her legs, lifting up her skirt and finding her panties.
His fingers were swift in pushing them aside. Before long, she could feel him teasing her labia - his eagerness coated in her wetness. She gasped, throwing her head back. Almost instantly, Ryan leaned in and kissed her neck. Nikki couldn't help but moan. She lifted a leg, giving his hand easier access. Slowly, they leaned back until Nikki felt herself being pushed into the cool grains of sand by Ryan's body.
Fighting a bit, Ryan lifted Nikki's skirt to gain better entry. Her thighs wiggled, helping him out. She watched as his silhouette reached down and freed his cock from his pants. Without hesitation, he lined it up at her womanhood and pushed inside. She growled with delight, itching to be filled by his meat again.
He was relentless. No teasing or foreplay. He wanted nothing more than to come inside her. Nikki was enthralled. Memories of the various times she had teased him, blown him in public, and dressed up for him flooded her mind. Now, she had the pleasure of being taken by his own lustful will. The sound of the waves crashing onto the beach urged him on. Their combined noises drowned out the world around them.
Nikki laid there, taking it. Her legs kicked wildly as he slammed into her pussy. Her fingers sought something to hold onto as he fucked her deeper.
The sand she dug her toes into provided no relief, only giving in as he slammed into her even harder. Unable to resist the craving any longer, she came on his dick. Her response only spurred his frenzy on.
For someone who had just ejaculated hours ago, he was quick to come again. She felt his body tense. With a powerful roar, he shot inside her. Her body was pushed further into the sand as his prick filled her pussy with his cum. Holding her body close, she traced his back with her hands, loving the feel of his shirt on her fingers. No wife, no children to take care of... only him and her, now.
After his seed was deposited inside her, he rolled off her. Nikki thought about asking him what he was thinking. She changed her mind. This moment was perfect. No talk of obligations. No need to go home. They were on vacation with just each other. Her partner, drained from their lovemaking, assuring her that everything would be okay.
As she got up to adjust her soaked panties and gather her handbag, Ryan spoke up, brushing off the sand from her dress. It was hard to make out their features in the dim nighttime illumination. Did it matter to them? They were there for each other, after all, and that was all that mattered.
They strolled back to his hotel, chatting happily on the way. When they entered the room, she disposed of the sand that had accumulated on her body. Nikki slipped into the nighty she had brought along. Ryan had already prepared for the evening. As she stepped out of the bathroom, he smiled, telling her that she looked beautiful. Instructionally, Nikki thought about responding with sarcasm. Her hair was messy and she still had sand in her skin. Her nighty was short and sheer, but she had other sexy outfits too.
It struck her that perhaps they were simply a couple. They uplifted one another, despite their flaws. All she could do was stand there, a bit shocked, and thank him for saying such kind words.
Nikki lay down in bed next to him as he switched off the lights. He mentioned how his next day was going to go. Then, with a gentle kiss on her forehead, he wished her goodnight.
Sleep didn't come easily for Nikki. She had never before slept with someone she had connected so deeply with. Not someone who had given so much of himself just for her. It wasn't just for convenience of fucking. They were in bed as partners, her body fulfilling his former wife's role. The thought was both exhilarating and embarrassing.
Eventually, Ryan slept. Nikki was left in a state of puzzlement. Despite having been with many men before, she had never before experienced the feeling of truly being taken by someone who cared for her. This was a new kind of bliss for her.
Finally, she drifted off into slumber, snuggled next to Ryan. Despite it taking longer than she wished, she convinced herself that eventually tomorrow would arrive, bringing with it a jam-packed day filled with arrangements.
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