The next daybreak, Chester Alan Arthur and I went hiking in St. Maarten, while Betty and Sean went horseback riding. We enjoyed their companionship at dinner again. Even though his wife was so far ever present, I had to acknowledge to myself that Sean was interesting, to say the least.

The next time I met Sean was in the gym on an upper pack of cards of the ship - a day at sea. Chester Alan Arthur was running outside on the very top deck - not a gym person - and Betty managed to stay shapely without exercising at all. Although we 'd all managed to tell our sprightliness taradiddle, minus many closed book, at the dinner table, Sean and I managed to strike up a conversation while we used the two salt mine and later, the stationary bikes. My gym clothes show off my physique pretty well. Sean is no slouch either - not a sinew man, just obviously fit with a mightily soundbox revealed in his tank top.

Sean suggested we go for coffee, and we got in touch with the other two by cell phone. Betty came up from their cabin in a colored sack, her two-piece underneath. Arthur took a shower bath before he joined us. After a nice chat we all went on about our business, though we sat for potable with them poolside and saw them again at the dinner table. Of row, King Arthur and I were having sex morning, noon and nighttime whenever we were in the cabin.

On the third day, Curacao, Arthur took an excursion to see a cave, but we 'd been to that island before and I was n't that interested in seeing the famous cave again. I said I 'd go shopping after the gym and kissed Arthur adieu. Betty went to a rain forest which held no interest for Sean. So the dawn started out in the gym, and shortly after I started my workout, Sean arrived in his shorts and armoured combat vehicle top. We worked out together and it almost became a challenge session. I coulda beat him, ha ha, but chose to let him win, haha.

Then coffee - Irish coffee - and another. And a recollective schmooze. Where 'd you go to school ? What did you study ? athletics ? Yeah. The conversation got more personal. son must have chased you everywhere. Lady'man, huh. It was clear there were sparks. And opportunity.

'' You really are a beautiful woman, Margo. ``

'' Why thank you. '' farsighted secretiveness. Staring at each other not sure what to say.

'' Are you thinking what I 'm thinking ? '' Sean offered.

'' Are you thinking what I 'm thinking ? '' I replied.

'' I 'll be in cabin 1436. ``

'' I need a cascade. ``

'' I do, too. Use ours. ``

Sean headed aft and I discretely left toward the bow. A few hour later I pressed the buzzer at his cabin. He had already slipped the `` DO NOT DISTURB '' circuit card into the little slot.

As soon as the door closed, we started ripping each other 's wearing apparel off, what few we were wearing. Deep kissing ensued, with Sean 's hands pushing my bosom up and mine holding his fully erect cock.

'' exhibitor first, '' I insisted. I was n't about to get in bed with a new man smelling the way I did, especially since there may experience been evidence of Arthur 's presence in certain places.

We squeezed into the fiddling shower stall and started to trounce each other up. It felt so skillful, his hands gliding smoothly over every part of my body. I loved it when he softly washed my dummy and thoroughly cleaned my pussy. I turned him to do his back and turned him again to do his pectus. Then I got down on my knees to wash out his feet and stage and oh yeah his beautiful cock, caressing his balls and smoothly stroking his soapy shaft of light. And when I was sure the spray had rinsed that off, I took it in my mouthpiece and listened to his moan as I slurped it in and out.

Sean stood me vertical before he would have cum and squeezed us tightly together. He used his rooster to stroke front end to back between my legs giving us both a nice feeling. Eventually, I leaned back against the shower rampart and guided him inside me. We fucked like that for a few minutes til it got uncomfortable. I turned and guided him back into me from behind. His thrusts became more urgent and then I felt his irruption from each stroke deep inside me. We separated and I turned to hug and buss him with his limp organ pressed against my belly.

'' That was tremendous. ``

'' Oh yes it surely was. ``

We dried off with the Lapplander towel so as not to arouse hunch with Betty. I used a wet washrag between my stage first so there was no evidence on the towel.

There was a stiff pip on the shroud when we got in bed. Betty and he also had obviously been enjoying themselves.

'' Sorry about that, '' he said. I just giggled and pushed him back onto the bed.

I knelt future to his supine body and took his pipe organ in my hand. It was already filling out again, and I could n't resist licking it all over and taking his glob one by one in my back talk. Before long he nudged me down and we laid facing each others'sex. I lifted one leg up so his mind could go between my legs and took his rotating shaft in my mouth.

I had n't had very much of an orgasm in the shower, but his succor with his knife sent me over the top. Just as that was subsiding he pushed two fingerbreadth deep into my vagina and I came again even stronger.

I had backed off a bit on his cock and only had the tip in my back talk. Suddenly he shoved it deeper into my mouth ; he could hold off no longer. I had enjoyed the taste of a man 's juices ever since that first time in high school - well another boy was fucking me at the Lapp time so my pleasure indicator was pretty high. pellet after snap blew into my mouth and I savored every drop of Sean 's semen.

We were fairly well spent after that, so we just went over to their balcony and leaned against the railing. It was on the piss side, but still I wondered if mortal on the across the harbor would detect two raw fornicator there.

After a few quiet moments, Sean asked, `` It 's not your foremost sentence, is it ? Cheating I mean. ``

'' No, '' I sighed.

'' Me neither. ''

We stayed there quietly for various Sir Thomas More minutes, just enjoying the salt breeze against our bodies.

At some distributor point, Sean found his way around behind me, took my boobs in his hands from behind and played with my tit. I could feel him getting harder against my cover. After a piece I pushed my rear out and let him come in me again. The slacken question of crafts in the harbor seemed to match his slow and deep separatrix that were so satisfying.

Eventually we meandered back to the bed. I laid on my back and Sean climbed over me, smothering me with kiss that eventually moved all over my body - human foot, legs, bosom, pot and twat - before I begged him to fuck me again. I 'd had a couple more coming with his foreplay and one more came as his climax neared. Finally with a trench moan he let go. God, I was enjoying this man !

Sean watched me clean house up again with the same washrag and put my dress back on. We hugged and kissed again - he was still naked - and I was about to drop away out the door. But even though I had to go shopping to substantiate my book binding history, I could n't resist taking his pecker, covered with both our juices in my mouthpiece one more time. He let me lactate on him till another hot consignment of his cum pulsed into my throat.

It was awkward trying to conform to again on the ship, and it did n't happen former than a dyad of oceanic abyss osculation when nobody else was in the gym. We exchanged secret email computer address on the cobbler's last morning.

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We wrote back and forth a few days later, telling each other how wonderful that day had been and how nice our kisses were and how gracious it would be if we could somehow get together again.

We engaged in fantasy e-mail about what we would do if we hiked off into the forest somewhere together or took a canoe on a hidden lake or crawled into a secret cave. We advanced to telephone set sex when we both had some seclusion. That was a new delight for me.

I had heard about a picture sound chat servicing for lovers - this was before the explosion of video conferencing that we 've all learned to hate - and suggested we try it. Let me just say it was incredibly exciting to determine each other masturbate on the computer screenland. Sean loved it when I fucked myself with a dildo during the show. I loved watching his juices shoot out when he came.

But after each episode, I would say, `` I wish that stopcock was inside me for real. ``

And Sean would say, `` I wish it was fucking your hot wet cunt til I could n't hold off filling you with my cum. ``

Finally, we could n't dissent and started working on a plan. It turns out there is a hiking trail midway between our homes and our design centered around that. A day arrived when we both were alone and could pass a few hours together. We drove to a trail drumhead and parked our cars.

I got into the strawman seat of Sean 's car and we immediately started making out. Soon I had his cock in my hand and his hand wandered under my tee shirt before he opened my trunks and slipped it into my panties. It was getting hot and I 'm sure we would bear both cum had another car not turned into the tail head lot. We quickly put ourselves back together.

Like married hikers, we got out of the car, clipped our water feeding bottle to our underdrawers, sprayed each former with bug spray and headed down the trail. We actually had no idea if we could find someplace to creep off in private, but a mile down the path, there was a ridge off to the rightfield and we went exploring. Down the other position, there was a guggle brook and we found ourselves completely out of sight of the trail.

We sat on a large rock and resumed our play that had been interrupted in the car. We were shy about exposing ourselves at first, but the passion soon surmount us and my drawers and step-in ended up on the timberland floor. Sean pushed my tee shirt up and undid my bra. He knelt in the leaves and sucked and licked my mammilla. Then his font was between my leg and my coming started to build.

'' Oh Sean, fuck me, eff me now, '' I begged.

But the rock 'n' roll did n't solve too well as a chairperson or the edge of a bed. When I leaned back there was no piazza for my elbow joint. So I stood up, turned around and leaned over the rock, propping myself up on my hands.

Sean really loved that view and spent a few more minutes licking and fingering my kitty-cat. Oh my god, I wanted his cock.

'' Please, please, lie with me. Fuck me now ! ! ``

He stood and grabbed my tit from behind and played there for a bit. Then he finger fucked me one more than fourth dimension before I felt his rattling shaft push all the way in. `` Oh god, Oh god. '' Not only that, but his still wet fingers moved to be rimming my asshole. As he shoved in again and again, I felt spit lsnd on my asshole and soon there was a digit in there, too. `` Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh. '' I was sure enough my moans carried all the way back to the trail, `` Oh Sean, Sean. ``

'' You can do it me where your finger's breadth is if you want, '' I managed to mussitate. More saliva on my butt gob and his slimy beam of light pushed into my ass. I managed to obtain myself up on one paw and pleasance my clit with the early as his stroke intensified in my rear.

When he was about to cum, he pulled out and put down my vagina again. A few diagonal and his hot juice started to occupy me. I could feel them leaking out as stroke after stroke pumped more into me. `` So good. So effective, '' I moaned til I came myself.

I stood and a glob of everything ran down my leg. The only if affair I had to wipe myself off was my scanty. Sean let me use his tee shirt and then rinsed it off in the creek. We climbed back over the rooftree, and when we were sure nobody would see us coming out of the woods, We got back on the lead. I 'm sure that people who passed us wondered how that shirt got so wet.

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Further on, behold, the lead passed behind a small motel. It looked like the perfect no-tell venue. We looked each other in the eyes.

'' Are you thinking what I 'm thinking ? ``

'' Are you thinking what I 'm thinking ? ``

We had found our home away from nursing home, so to verbalise, for calendar month to come .