She was making her way back down the beach, doubling back after spending 10 minutes walking in the opposite direction, alone with her thoughts, emotions and frustrations. It was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach, all sun, sand and the refreshing waves of the ocean whenever she wanted to cool off. Instead she'd just had a silly argument with her husband over something that could have been resolved with a few words and better communication from both of them. 

Callie was nonetheless mad, annoyed and frustrated when she took off walking, but now had calmed down significantly while trekking back towards the spot they'd been at, the area immediately in front of their hotel for the remaining time of their vacation. Her bare feet and toes dug into the sandy beach with each step, just out of reach of the water as it came in and retreated with every wave. Sun beating down on her shoulders, she'd walked off in a bikini, the sarong wrap she'd been wearing and sunglasses, leaving everything else behind at the loungers she'd been sharing with her SO. At the time she felt justified in being upset at him. He informed her that some buddies of his had flown in and wanted to meet up at the casino that evening, something she had not planned, nor had any intentions of doing. He argued that it was perfectly fine for him to go and leave her behind to "relax and enjoy yourself". This was their vacation, a time to unwind, to recharge and, she assumed, to spend it together.  

Upon reaching the beachfront area by her hotel, she scanned the cabanas and loungers that lined that stretch of beach. Her husband Josh was nowhere in sight, but she did locate the lounger that still had her bag, towel and personal items. Did he go in the water? She wondered. Or perhaps he decided to go back to the room or hotel after she'd walked off? The blue eyed brunette turned to scan the ocean to make sure her husband hadn't decided to go for a swim. When she was convinced he wasn't in the water she gathered her things, checked her phone for messages and began walking back towards her hotel, leaving the sun, heat and relaxation of the beach behind her. Her frustration and annoyance quickly resurfaced, bubbling over with each step she took. Her phone was quiet, no message or call from Josh. She dialed his number as she continued her trek through the sand, feet digging in, her heavy, full breasts bouncing with every step. The navy blue triangles showed the subtle outline of her nipples and piercings, clinging tightly to her DD breasts, a suggestion and gift from her loving husband. It didn't take any convincing, she'd wanted larger breasts for sometimes, which she got as a 1st year anniversary gift. Four years later and she felt better about them than she ever thought possible, The call rang until she got his voicemail, her frustration rising, a hint of anger and pettiness developing. She wasn't going back to the room to wait for him. If he wanted to act like this, she was going to enjoy herself with or without him.

She scanned around for one of the outdoor bars that the hotel complex had. Although it was a beach side property, the pool area had plenty of patrons, with multiple bars throughout. The music played a mixture of pop, island music and hip hop, a party atmosphere that was lively, but not rowdy. The centrally located bar was round, big, with hotel guests seated or ordering drinks throughout the perimeter. She found a section with open stools and sat down, setting her bag down at her feet, while her phone rested face down  in front of her. 

"A mojito, please!" She asked the bartender when he approached. 

The drink arrived shortly after, a delicious and well made concoction that was exactly what she'd hoped for when she requested it. Sipping from her straw a few times, Callie scanned the immediate area around her at the bar and beyond. The crowd was lively, the music, combined with the laughter and playfulness from the guests in the pool area helped her relax, but also made her aware that she didn't have a group to go back to. There was not another couple, or couples that they'd traveled with. It was her and her husband, and this asshole wanted to leave her here while he went to enjoy himself with friends. Was she supposed to stay in her room? Did he expect that from her, or did he realize how boring that would be alone? Picking up her phone, she began typing out her message. She'd typed out a couple of sentences by the time she paused and thought better of it. Let it go and enjoy yourself, this is your vacation as well, she told herself as she sipped her drink, nearly finished with it without really realizing it. That's when she heard the voice to her right.

"That looks mighty tasty. How is it? I was gonna get a beer, but that looks way tastier" 

Callie turned to her right, a friendly and cheerful voice coming from a man at the bar a couple of stools over. He smiled at her and pointed at the drink, a soft and friendly smile, although his eyes and full expression were hidden behind the sunglasses he wore. He was older, with graying hair that he kept somewhat long, a white goatee framed his mouth and smile. He had a cool and laid back aura, the type she associated with musicians or entertainers. His friendliness was refreshing, the tone of his voice and demeanor were likable and charming. She paused for a second before answering him.

"One of the best I've had, you should try one. I bet you'll love it more than that familiar beer you're about to order" she answered him with a smile, big and bright. That first drink had calmed and relaxed her and soon enough the friendly stranger had made his way closer to the stool next to hers. 

"I'm Rick and I think I'm ready to try something else" he greeted her, then turned to the bartender and motioned for two just like the mojito she was finishing. "I can't sit here and try a new drink alone, surely you'll join me for another, right?" He more suggested than asked as he extended his hand out.

"I'm Callie," she answered as she shook his hand. It was a big, strong grip, somewhat tough with some roughness that enveloped her small and manicured hand. The bartender quickly prepared and served their drinks, which was quickly followed by toast and a sip. She paused to see the reaction from her newfound vacation friend, waiting to hear what he thought of it. 

"So? What do you think" she inquired.

"That is damn refreshing! Mojito! I'm gonna remember this one and enjoy it often, I think" he replied with a big smile, taking a second big gulp before setting the drink down. He was a big man and made quick work of the mojito, which he seemed to be enjoying quite a bit. The conversation and laughter quickly flowed, with an ease and comfort that was unexpected and disarming. He had a way of talking and joking with her and the guests around them that put everyone at ease, including Callie. They went back and forth, sharing stories and anecdotes from their lives, how long their vacations were going to be and what they'd done so far and what they were looking forward to in the coming days. The animated conversation pulled in a guest or two for the occasional interjection, as well as the bartender, who seemed to enjoy their company, laughter and attitudes with the staff and the other guests. 

It's how she found out he was married and vacationing with some of the family, but they'd wanted to venture out instead of the relaxation and fun that he'd been seeking this vacation. Callie found herself sharing her frustrations with her husband when the next mojito was served, appreciating the feedback she got from Rick, reaffirming her belief that she wasn't crazy, or wrong for being annoyed with her situation that evening. He shared his love for music with her, guitar playing and performing with a band back home. It's how his next invitation came about. That evening he wanted to go see a live band that was playing nearby, but the rest of the family didn't share his enthusiasm and had opted out of that plan very quickly. He contemplated going alone and enjoying himself, expecting he'd make a few friends to pass the time with, something that came very easily for him, it seemed. He extended the invitation in his usual friendly and enthusiastic manner, a chance for Callie to have some more fun while trying to not think about her frustrations and annoyances with her clueless husband. She quickly agreed, learning a bit more about the band, music and venue, a very laid back spot popular with the locals and tourists alike, known for the good drinks, food and fun atmosphere. She also knew she needed to slow down on the drinks until then, maybe drink a bit more water if she wanted to fully enjoy herself later. 

Sipping water now, she continued to ask about him, getting to know the music he played and the band he performed with. She shared her tastes for music of her own, her hobbies and likes back home, while he offered some of the songs he'd written and worked on. It'd be a better experience with a guitar backing, he explained. If she wanted to hear it, he'd be happy to fetch the guitar he brought with him on the trip and play something, maybe the people at the bar might want to hear it, he joked. 

"I'd love to hear it!" She exclaimed with excitement. "Come on, let's go get the guitar, I'm sure we'll have the seats reserved until we get back, right?" She quipped as she smiled towards the bartender, who laughed heartily and agreed with her suggestion. They walked together through the pool area, talking and laughing with a comfort and ease that would have surprised her if she'd given herself a moment to think. The 29 year old married brunette made her way towards the elevators alongside her new friendly and easy-going drinking buddy, strolling through the hotel carefree and confident. Rick walked alongside her, slowing his stride to keep pace with his much shorter companion, glancing over while they talked, getting to see her full figure now that they were standing and walking. Her breasts bounced with each step they took, eyes roaming over her from behind those sunglasses. DDs, he guessed, and a hell of a job by her surgeon, he thought and smiled to himself. Sporting a fit physique, taught stomach and toned legs, with nicely shaped hips and fine ass swaying back and forth from underneath the sarong wrap and bikini bottom, he couldn't help himself and admired the little beauty he was walking with. 

Callie and Rick waited when the elevator doors opened, as a rather large family exited, one after the other, the excitement for a beach day and time at the pool evident by the children's laughs. When the occupants finally cleared the doors, they entered and shrugged, the button to the 9th floor the only one lit. Rick leaned back on the elevator wall, eyes hidden by the sunglasses, smiling while he looked at her. It was the first moment of quiet they'd had, just the soft music from the elevator cutting the silence. She could feel his eyes on her, and turned to look at him, catching his smile and laid back demeanor. 

"What?!" She asked curiously.

"Oh I was just realizing something" he answered her with a pleasant and warm smile. "you married a jackass, darling. He must be one if he's choosing to leave you behind to go to some casino. And I'm for one, happy you did, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten the chance to meet you today" 

She thought about his answer for a moment, sensing his gaze on her. The smile was warm and pleasant, but the gaze she felt carried  with it an attraction that was palpable. For the first time she looked upon him and felt something…different. She still felt that comfort and ease, a sort of peace that his voice and tone brought her, but now his voice, deep and confident, dazzled her. It reverberated in her head, the way he referred to her as 'darling' had an unexpected effect on her. He spoke with a certainty when declaring his realization, a confidence in his assessment that surprised her. He was dead on accurate with it, as she'd been having the same feelings, but now hearing them validated while sensing the attraction and desire from behind those sunglasses, her mind and body began to look at this older man in a whole new light. She felt drawn to him, in an almost helpless way. Suddenly the laughing and joking they'd shared felt like a stronger attraction and desire, now quickly growing within her. She felt a heat rising from the middle of her chest, traveling upwards towards her neck and face. She felt the subtle nervousness, a growing awareness of the butterflies in her stomach sensation as the doors opened to an empty 9th floor. It was quiet and desolate. Most everybody must be out doing something on vacation, she thought. Then she thought about what she was doing at that moment. Walking with a man she met today, a married man, and they were heading up to his room to get a guitar together. Explaining that to a reasonable person may work, but it'd also raise some eyebrows if not explained in context. 

For a brief moment she thought about staying outside while he went to the room to fetch the guitar, but that would feel strange and awkward. She pushed those thoughts aside and followed inside after him. The room looked very similar to hers, albeit on a higher floor. Bags and clothing neatly placed on a chair, housekeeping had already passed though and straightened everything out, it would appear. Rick took the guitar out of its case and presented it to her, showing it off with pride, smiling wide and bright. "Here she is! Ain't she a beaut?" 

Callie's knowledge of guitars was rudimentary at best, but she nodded and smiled with agreement. "Gorgeous!" She exclaimed. "Ever played?" He asked her, offering her a chance to hold the guitar and maybe play a little.

"No, I can't say I have. Wanna show me a quick lesson?" She asked while holding the guitar as best as she could. He chuckled and nodded. "First of all, you want to hold it like this", he told her as he adjusted her hand placement. Coming around behind her, he reached his left hand over hers to adjust her fingers on the chords, then brought his right over and around to help her hold and support the guitar. "Now, just like this, nice and easy. Your hands and fingers will get used to it, just like this!" He said by her ear. Feeling him so close behind her, pressed against her back as he guided her, with his deep and reassuring voice instructing her, had Callie almost holding her breath as she processed her state of arousal. She was turned on by this man, this married man that was not her husband, and she suddenly felt afraid. Not of Rick and his demeanor, but of her own thoughts and desires. 

"Okay! That was neat!" She said nervously as she stepped forward , turned and handed the guitar back to him. "Should we head back to the bar now?" He smiled and took the guitar back, aware of her nervousness. "Sure thing, darling. Let's get back to the bar before someone starts wondering where we took off to"

Back at the bar, their seats were still open, reserved by the bar staff who greeted and welcomed them back warmly. Rick went right into entertainer mode, strumming the chords and singing popular songs, as well as requested ones by the bar patrons around them. It turned into a fun atmosphere, as the time passed and the drinks flowed. They both opted for mojitos, their now official drink of choice whenever they were together, they announced to the bar staff, each other, and anyone that was paying attention. 

Her phone notification flashed as her husband's message came through. 'We're off to the casino babe. Me and the boys will be back late, thx for being cool with it. Ur the best'. Reading that had her fuming once again, only this time she was determined to not let it bother her. She'd have a good time and enjoy herself to the fullest. 

"What time are we going? I think I need to slow down just a bit or I'll be a little too tipsy to try and go to this thing with you tonight" she joked, her eyes bright and her smile wide. He glanced at his watch and knew it wouldn't take him long to get ready. A shower to freshen up, a change of clothes and he'd be ready for a fun night. No clue how long it'd take this beauty, he realized. "You think an hour from now is enough time?" 

"An hour sounds good, I can make that work" she replied back, a hint of playfulness in her tone. "I'm in room 548, ring me or come by to get me in an hour, I'll be ready to go, I promise!" She said as she stepped off the stool and went for a hug. It was brief, but that touch and connection reassured her, while also exciting him for the night to come. 

It was just over an hour when her room phone rang. He’d meet her in the lobby if she was ready, he’d said. She took one last look in the mirror before gathering her things. Her phone, room key and wallet went into her small bag. She wore her hair up in a messy bun, along with a mid length, white, halter dress, open-backed and cork heels. She found him waiting for her by the elevators. A big smile greeted her as she stepped off, instantly warming her heart. He had changed into a navy blue buttoned linen shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and relaxed tan trousers. He looked so relaxed, comfortable and happy to see her, that whatever nerves she’d had on the way down had disappeared upon seeing his smile. “I’ve got a cab waiting just outside, it’s a short ride, we’ll be there in just a few minutes. You’re gonna love it there, and I promise you, you’ll have the best time tonight” He announced with a big grin. 

The ride was a short one, as he’d stated. In a mere minutes they were exiting the cab in front of a seemingly small establishment, with lively music heard from just inside the door.  The atmosphere inside was exactly as he’d described. Fun, lively and welcoming, they were greeted by the staff at the front and shown to a table. Before she could answer the waitress he’d ordered two mojitos and shot her a nod and a smile. “I figured we’d start out with our signature drinks!”. His smile and sparkle in his eyes made her not think for a second about having a man order for her. She shrugged, smiled right back at him and nodded. “The owner is an old buddy of mine. We used to play together, before he moved here. The guy on the keyboard? That’s his son. I’m assuming he’s around here, I’ll introduce you when I spot him” He explained as he told her about the bar, the music they played and how it all came to be. 

The first drink went down smoothly as they talked and got to know each other a little more. She felt so at ease, like she’d known him for years. The way he told stories, the way he engaged with her and the patrons around them, cheering for the band after finishing a song, and the way he joked with the staff whenever they came to check on them had her completely relaxed and fully enjoying herself. When the next song started up he stood and reached for her hand, taking her a few steps from the table to dance a soothing and tropical song with good rhythm. She’d never heard it, but the melody and beat was easy for her to pick up and dance to. Letting loose after the second drink, and a few more songs, she swayed her body from side to side, holding his hand, turning in a circle and back to him. When she found herself with her back turned to him, she didn’t feel fazed or uncomfortable when he stepped closer, feeling his body against her back. They moved in unison, dancing together like they were the only ones there. The warmth she’d felt in that room with him returned, stronger and more noticeable. There was no doubting it now, she knew what she was feeling. Attraction and arousal. He leaned into her slightly and whispered in her left ear just as her head tilted towards the right. 

“You look beautiful in that dress, darling, and so sexy dancing and enjoying yourself” he whispered as his hands found her waist. He held them there for a moment, and upon hearing his words, his whispered compliment, and the way ‘darling’ resonated with her, she pushed back against him, leaning against his chest while her ass pressed against his groin. She’d sensed his arousal, but now felt it, pressing and struggling against the trousers, pressing onto her ass as they completed the dance. As the song ended, they separated, clapped and turned towards each other. It was a knowing smile, matching each other’s energy, simultaneously knowing what each was thinking about, yet still feeling the apprehension and uncertainty of what they were doing and experiencing. “Come on, let’s go to the bar, we’ll order a drink there” He suggested, taking her hand and leading her through the crowd towards the big bar. They found a spot in the center right, and she watched as he motioned to the bartender for two drinks without specifying what type, but she knew what would be served. It was a moment of quietness between them while the lively mood of the bar remained. When the two drinks arrived, he reached with his, a gesture to clink glasses followed by “Cheers! To a fun and enjoyable night!” They took a drink together after the short toast, and after she sat her drink down she felt his hand on her face. It happened so quickly, she had little time to think or react. He’d leaned down towards her and kissed her lips, the taste of the mojito still in her mouth. It was sudden and gentle, a peck on her lips that caught her off guard. She didn’t protest, or pull back, and just as quickly it was over. Her eyes found his as he studied her reaction. “I couldn’t help myself. I’d been wanting to do that since we met and I just couldn’t hold back any longer. I’m sorry, I should have asked or said someth…” He was in the middle of speaking when Callie interrupted him, putting her index finger to his lips, before wrapping her arm around his shoulder and neck, and leaning into him for a kiss. This time there was no surprise, only an untold realization from both. She kissed him passionately, parting her lips, her tongue swirling with his as they embraced. She held onto him firmly, pressing her body and chest to his, as his hand came around to hold her waist and lower back, holding her delicately but firmly. It was a prolonged kiss, and she felt as though she was floating, the sounds of the busy bar felt as though they were so far away. When she opened her eyes she found herself breathing quickly, looking into his eyes, her mind swirling. She looked at his eyes, then his lips, and back to his gaze. She couldn’t think straight, as her mind and body encouraged her for more. She wanted to kiss him again, to continue kissing those lips. It must have been obvious, because he smiled at her and leaned in for a soft kiss while tilting her chin up. “Come with me upstairs, it’s quieter and more comfortable up there”. She couldn’t speak, so she nodded while she bit her lower lip.

Taking her hand, he moved swiftly and effortlessly away from the bar while leading her towards stairs that were on one side. She hadn’t noticed those before, but they were cordoned off with a sign that said ‘under construction’.  As he walked in front of her up the stairs, she could hear the music and sounds of the bar fading. 

“Are we supposed to be up here?” She asked with curiosity. 

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. I told you, I know the owner, and know he’s wanting to have this as a more chill place to hang out. It’s not quite done, but it’s almost ready. No one will bother us up here, I promise!” He stated confidently, reassuring her. 

He was completely right in what he’d told her. It looked nearly finished, with lounge sofas and chairs abound. Another large bar in the center back looked complete, with light from the large windows from outside providing enough to see clearly. The music from downstairs could still be heard and felt, along with the bustle of the crowd from below. His hand held hers as he walked them towards one of the sofas by the bar, away from the stairs that led up to this now private area. Her heart was beating out of her chest like tribal drums with each step she took following his lead. He stopped just in front of the sofa and turned towards her. Smiling while he looked down at her face, her eyes bright and big. Her nerves were returning as she began questioning what she’d just done, kissing another man downstairs, and now she found herself alone with him once again, this time with a mutual knowledge of what they were both feeling. Sensing her nervousness, he leaned in, holding her soft face with both hands, leaning down to kiss her as her  head tilted upwards. He kissed her softly, gently. Tasting her lips, he could hear and feel her breathing as her eyes remained closed. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, Callie found herself reaching for him, her hands wrapping around his torso, embracing him while he pulled her closer. She felt weightless, feeling like she was floating once again, lost in the moment and sensations of their kiss and connection. His hands deftly undid the knot of her halter dress by her neck, pulling on the loosened straps until her large breasts were exposed, just as he broke the kiss. Her eyes opened to see his smile, his eyes widened as he admired her chest. Nipples hardened while her chest heaved with each breath she took.

“Wow! Darling, those are magnificent” he exclaimed, his mouth watering at the sight of her bosom, hardened nipples and piercings. Reaching for them with both hands, he cupped them in each large hand and gave them a soft squeeze as he lifted them, feeling their heft and softness. Mesmerized by them, he leaned down to kiss and suck her left nipple, flicking his tongue over the pink areola and piercing, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her moan with approval and pleasure. He followed that by doing the same to her right breast, bringing another moan from her lips as her arousal grew.  

“These are the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen up close like this” he said between kisses and licks on her left and right breasts. He rose up and gently guided her towards the sofa, sitting her at the edge with the top of her dress down by her ribcage. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips passionately, sensing how her arousal was rising, her moans and breathing increasing in pace, while he got down to one knee in front of her. Gently guiding her back onto the sofa while he knelt between her legs, the summer dress rising higher and higher up her thighs. Callie complied, on her back, resting partially on the seat and back of the sofa, looking down at this man kneeling between her spread legs. She couldn’t speak, her breathing quickening as he opened and lifted her legs, the thin and flowing summer dress now bunched around her stomach. Leaning forward, he kissed her inner thighs, meticulously working his lips higher and higher until he couldn’t contain himself. Pulling her little thong to one side, he moaned out loud when he saw her exposed slit. Shaved smooth and glistening, her lips and pussy were moist and puffy, lighter in tone than the rest of her tanned body. Mesmerized, almost hypnotized, he leaned forward as if her younger, married pussy was pulling him towards her. Mouth watering, he was intoxicated with her scent as he got closer, mouth opening as his tongue flattened and licked from the bottom up to her engorged clit. 

“Ohhh gawd!!” she let out when she felt his tongue and mouth on her pussy, a jolt of pleasure shooting in every direction from her clit. She was looking down at his face and mouth as he ate her out, tongue darting in and out of her folds, licking and lapping her clit, her pleasure rising as her moans increased. She was thrusting her hips upwards, humping his face as he devoured her pussy, this incredible heat from her core spreading up her chest and neck. It was sudden, with the somewhat muted sounds from downstairs, and her own heart thumping in her chest, her body tingled as she gave into the unrelenting pleasure she was experiencing. His mouth and lips worked over her mound, spreading her lips as his tongue swirled, circled and lapped over every crevice, over every nerve ending. Her legs shook as her stomach flexed and tightened, the climax that was rapidly approaching suddenly materialized as her body released and her orgasm washed over her. 

A loud cry of blissful enjoyment escaped her opened mouth, her eyes tightly shut as her body trembled with wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure, until she couldn’t handle it and pushed his face away, her clit throbbing and unbelievably sensitive to every touch. Gasping for every breath, she opened her eyes with a satisfied and elated smile, greeted by his delighted face and expression. He was smiling, his lips, mouth and chin glistening with her orgasmic essence. His eyes were soft, caring and hungry for her. “Darling, you are exquisite, and delicious!” he told her as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of the younger woman before him in his mouth and lips. 

She watched him raise up and stand, removing his shirt after unbuttoning it. It was only a moment but it felt like she was admiring him for an extended time, her eyes were bright and relaxed. She looked on as he stood there, smiling down at her, eyes hungry for what was to come. Throughout all their talking, their ages had never come up, but now she guessed he was 20ish years older than her. His body showed the age gap a bit, with a bit of a belly and dad bod on a body that had softened some with age, but retained some of the muscle definition from earlier years. He sported some body hair through his broad torso that looked so inviting to her at that moment. She wanted to hold him tightly and kiss every part of him that was exposed. Her eyes found his as she sat up at the edge of the sofa, her breathing still faster than normal, making her chest move up and down. Reaching for his belt, she kept her eyes locked with his as she undid the buckle, unbuttoning and sliding the zipper down. She wasn’t thinking, only operating on instinct and desire, her lust for this man overcoming any apprehension she might have had. Pulling down on his pants and briefs, he helped  by grabbing the trousers at the hips and pushing down with her. Her gasp was one of excitement, surprise, and pure lust.

He was hard, thick and long, about 7 or 8 inches long with a big and swollen head, precum already oozing from the large slit at the tip. Her eyes widened as she got her first glance at his cock. He’s big, much bigger than Josh! She realized, as she compared him to the man shed married and was vacationing with. Her eyes locked with the slit and mushroom head before her, as if in a trance, while her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed and moistened. It must have been a longer pause than she thought, Rick’s words snapping her out of it and bringing her back to the moment “You okay, darling?” He asked warmly, wondering if she had second thoughts.

Her face looked up at him and with a big smile, she nodded up and down. “I’m good. I just…umm” She licked her lips before continuing. “You’re big! And thick! My mouth is watering.” She exclaimed, with excitement and a hunger that told her she was going to try and challenge herself to take this man fully. Her bright blue eyes looked up at him as her right hand held his member at the base, wrapping her fingers around his girth. Her hand looked smaller holding him, her fingers couldn’t touch while she held him, the heat and pulsing she felt emanating from his manhood enticed her and continued to make her mouth water. He smiled at her, confident and pleased, groaning when he felt her hand grasping him. “Mmmhh why don’t you give it a lick and have yourself a taste, sweetheart” He said to her with a warm and caring tone while he tried to control his excitement. He was rock hard already, the sight before him was divine, his breathing rising in intensity and pace. Groaning and moaning when he finally felt the beauty’s lips kiss his engorged head.

The moment Callie’s lips touched the head of this cock she held, when the precum coated her lips, a jolt of excitement and lust swept through her. She moaned softly, then darted her tongue out to lap at the slit, tasting the precum for the first time, savoring the texture and taste. It fueled her hunger for him, just as her tongue swirled over the big head, licking him, kissing the tip as her tongue moved over the glans and crown. Her lips parted, her mouth opened, and she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips over the crown  and onto his shaft while she held him at the base. She moaned softly while holding him in her mouth for a moment, her jaw opened wide to accommodate his girth, the precum still oozing onto the back of her tongue, while she kept it flattened on the underside of the engorged and flared head. He tasted so good, she realized, and the scent wafting up her nostrils intoxicated her. She held her grip on his shaft firmly without squeezing, her small hand hoisting the hardened cock up while her head moved forward, taking more of him into her wet and wanting mouth. He joined in her soft moan with one of his own, while he looked upon the small brunette swallowing his cock. Her full lips were spreading and gliding along his shaft, while his hands reached out to touch her head. One hand moved her hair back, while the other caressed her cheek. Her mouth was so hot and wet, while his eyes looked upon her with wonder and fascination. She was enjoying herself, eyes shut, moaning while she blew him, rocking back and forth, each time taking more and more of him until he felt some resistance. The moment his big, engorged head touched the back of her throat she lurched and gave a little cough, pulling back an inch or two while she continued to suck. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed back and forth, maintaining a tight seal with her lips, spit coating his cock and running down his shaft and her chin. Callie opened her eyes to look up with a mouthful of cock, while her eyes shone brightly, starting to water slightly at the corners. Rick tightened his grip on her silky, luscious hair, pulling her towards him slightly, encouraging her forth, hungry for more of her delicious mouth. She obliged him, leaning forward, opening her jaw as far as she could while bringing his cock to the back of her throat once again, this time she felt more prepared, this time she knew what to expect. There was a subtle gag from her, a light struggle as she pushed herself, holding a breath while trying to swallow the final third of this cock. She released her hand from his cock, placing it at his hip, wanting, needing to complete the challenge she set for herself.

 “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Take it, take all of it. Swallow that cock like a good girl” He spoke to her with kindness and lust, fascinated by what he was watching, what he was experiencing. Tears were running from the outer corners of her eyes, shut as she pushed forward, her brow furrowed while her throat stretched and adjusted to him. He held her head with both hands now while pulling her towards him, until her nose pressed against his pelvic bone, his hair tickling her nostrils. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. “Holy shit, that’s so fucking good!” She’d done it. The younger, married, cheating beauty had swallowed all of his married cock like he suspected she could, and now she was his.

Callie jerked back, gasping for air as her eyes opened to look up. She breathed hard, her chest heaved with each breath as a smile creeped onto her face. He was looking down at her with wonder, but also with a deep lust and desire. Rick let her catch her breath for a moment while he smiled down at her, still holding her head with both hands. “I knew you could do it, darling. You look beautiful!  Now…put that dick back in your mouth” Callie didn’t hesitate or think about anything else when she heard his words. She felt almost cock-drunk, infatuated and aroused, and quickly leaned forward with an opened mouth and took him once again. Sucking and slurping, she bobbed back and forth, wet, slurping sounds mixed with her moans and his grunts as she lost herself to the blowjob. He had guided her head with his hands for a bit, but they fell off when she’d established her rhythm and pace. She was swirling her tongue on the backswing, flattening it on the underside as she took him deep, cupping his balls with her left hand while she held onto his hip with the right. He looked at her with a smile while enjoying the sight and sensations. His right hand reached down to grab her left tit, squeezing and massaging it, pinching her nipple, lightly tugging at it. He could sense and hear how much she enjoyed it by her moans and the movement of her body.  She was doing a magnificent job of blowing him; a natural, eager and enthusiastic cocksucker. If he let her continue, she’d be swallowing his load shortly, but he really wanted to fuck her. He reached for her head and pulled her back with a smile. She snapped out of her trance-like state, looking up at him with confusion and uncertainty for a moment until she saw his smile and expression. He reached for her right hand with his left, while tilting her chin up with his right, bringing her up to a standing position. She looked divine, with spit covering her chin, a sweet and mischievous smile on her face. “Darling, you sure can suck a dick. If I let you continue I’ll be needing a moment to recover. Stand up for me” She did as he told her, just as he grabbed what remained of her dress around her waist, pulling it down until she could step out of it. With her chin tilted up by his hand, he kissed her with full tongue and passion, one hand wrapping around her, palming and squeezing an asscheek. 

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