“Are you sorry that I seduced you?”
“Are you crazy? Hell, no! I just never imagined you would do that with someone your dad's age.”
“I don’t care. You are not my dad. You are the sexiest, hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I stay horny every second I’m around you.”
Greg looked over at me with a sexy grin. “Want to take a shower?”
I laughed. “You bet I do.”
Under the hot steam, we took turns soaping each other down, Greg taking his time to explore all of my most sensitive areas. He was teasing me so much; I thought I was going to come again without having his cock anywhere near me. I’d finally had more than I could stand and turned my back towards him, pressing my hands up against the shower wall.
“I want you to fuck me again. Right here, right now.” I purred, looking back over my shoulder to see his thick shaft swelling as I spoke.
He gave me a sly grin and moved in towards me, rubbing his hands along my slick body, pressing himself up against my back, his hard cock eagerly resting between my ass cheeks. He bent down to kiss my neck, working his hands up around to cup my breasts. I moaned in anticipation.
“Fuck me in my ass.” I stated, ensuring he knew quite well which hole I wanted him in.
I felt his hot breath on my ear as he pushed his cock past my cheeks and pushed through my puckered ass. I let out a gasp, then a moan. He slid gently in and out of my sacred tunnel, the feel of his swollen cock stuffing me full.
I rocked back into him, forcing him to fuck me harder. He brought his hands down to my clit and began rubbing in time to his thrusts. Greg’s cock was growing harder and his breathing quickened, his finger circling faster around my hard nub. The feeling of my orgasm built up fast and before I knew it, my pussy clamped down, sending me reeling through yet another darkened tunnel of bliss. I was still coming when I felt Greg’s cock jolt and spew his hot cum into my ass.
“You…” Greg panted, “are amazing.”
He turned me around and kissed me hard before adding, “Don’t ever let me wake up from this.”
We fucked every chance we got throughout the weekend, discovering each other’s bodies, setting off fireworks between us after every explosive orgasm. We did our best to act normal around Tory, and I’m pretty sure we pulled it off as she seemed completely oblivious to the sexual tension burning between us while we were around her.
On the flight back home, Greg looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“Do you have any regrets about me being the first person you’ve slept with?”
“Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “You are an amazing, incredible lover, and if you’ll have me, I’ll take you any day, any way, for as long as you want. I’ve been fantasizing about this for an entire year.”
He cocked one eyebrow at me and gave me his best I-want-to-fuck-you-now stare. “Is that so? Well, just wait until I get you home, young lady.” With that, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge forming beneath his pants.
“Do you really think you can wait?” I teased, looking back towards the lavatory. “I’m willing to try for the Mile High Club if you’re up for a little gambling.”
Winking, I got up and sashayed my panty-free ass to the back of the plane, Greg following closely behind.