She grinned up at him and he answered with his own sexy grin suggesting he knew what she was thinking.
Oh that wasn't his hip was it? She wasn't the only one enjoying herself. The breath caught in her throat as she felt a familiar hardness ride up against her thigh. Her dress was riding high on her thigh and felt like such a thin material. If she was younger she may have encouraged him more, but he had to be twenty years younger than her. That had to be the alcohol that had him aroused. It couldn't possibly be her. Could it?
And yet, Sherry wasn't sure it would feel right to start something with Sean's friend right next to him. It wasn't like Sean had anything going on with her, but she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship either.
All too soon the dance ended and sherry found herself being led back to the group of men who were all smiling and drinking, sharing stories from the past. No one seemed to be paying Alan and Sherry any attention as they made their way back to the group.
Except Sean who watched them moodily over the rim of his beer.
"See? She is none the worse for wear." Alan teased as he presented Sherry in front of him.
Sherry punched Alan lightly on the arm. "Oh stop it."
"Are you sure? I think you may have ruined her for life. You probably stepped all over her feet and now she won't be able to dance for the rest of the night."
"Sean. I can dance perfectly fine."
"I'll be the judge of that." Sean stood up from his seat, putting his beer down on the table as he rose and he offered her his arm in a gentleman like fashion. "Care to dance with me darling?"
Darling?
A nervous thrill swept over her body. Sean had never called her that before. Was he acting jealous? Did he like her that way? She had never thought of him like that. He was so much younger than she was.
Sean took her in his arms and the heat of his body infused hers. Or was that the wine? God it was hot in here.
Out here.
Oh whatever, her mind was so distracted with his sculptured body against hers. He was rock hard, and muscular. That wasn't the only thing that was
rock hard. Sean liked the way she felt against him just as much. Her breasts pushed up against his chest and she encouraged him by pressing her pelvis back against him. Grinding against him, she pushed her body into his. He positioned his thigh between her legs and she rubbed against it wildly. She hoped he didn't feel how wet she had already become, but she suspected he did. His arms were the only thing keeping her upright as she felt her knees go weak. He had them wrapped around her waist with a restrained sense of power that thrilled her.
Sean's voice was raspy, showing her he was as affected as she was, "I had to get at least one dance with the birthday girl."
He was close enough to kiss her. Inches away from her lips, and God she wanted him to kiss her. The breath caught in her chest and she felt a pressure wrap around her chest as she waited for him to meet her lips, before she couldn't resist him any longer.
She wrapped both her arms around his neck and she tipped her head to the side, brushing her lips against his. Immediately he responded, the kiss grew hot and needy. A snake of fire wrapped itself around her belly and she felt the fire drift lower.
In the haze of her mind she heard laughing and murmured words. "Lover boy is at it again."
She pushed herself away suddenly aware they had an audience.
Sean looked disappointed that their kiss ended abruptly. "You know my family has a tradition of giving the birthday girl spankings."
Sherry pursed her pink lips, not at all pleased with the idea of being spanked at her age. "You would have to tie me down first, Mister."
"I don't know, you would probably like that too." He growled in warning.
When did Sean ever talk to her like this? They had always kept things on a friendly level, but Sherry liked seeing this new side of him. He was primal and responding to her on a very sexual level.
"I probably would." She responded feeling a little breathless and just a little shocked that this sexual attraction was so intense on someone she always felt was just a friend. He irritated her on an almost daily basis.
"I know you would." He whispered just low enough for her to hear. His stormy gray eyes were intensely focused on her as he let her go.
She wasn't sure she wanted to be let go. Suddenly she felt so cold. So alone.
The song suddenly ended and she was brought back to reality and once more surrounded by the group of friends and coworkers. Sherry pretended to be unaffected for the rest of the evening.
She pretended to have fun and plastered a smile on her face that was as wide as Texas, all of it hid what she was really feeling. She wondered just what it was that Sean had done to her. He knocked her off balance and left her all confused. She was happy with their friendship, and it seemed he was too. After their exhibition on the dance floor, he was not paying her much attention. He made it a point to ignore her, as if nothing at all had happened between them moments ago. Well what was a girl to do?
Two could play at that game.
Sherry began to wander away from the party, and down the wooden stairs that winded down the cliff. The stairs led to a boat dock and it was covered by some trees, that would give her a little privacy and some time to herself. Sean had too many toys for someone his age.
Sherry had never talked to him about it. But he was either in debt up to his eyeballs, or made a lot more than she did. Maybe he was one of those trust babies that she was always reading about. The ones who could buy their houses anywhere they wanted or who did not have to work.
It would explain the twenty-five foot long cabin sail boat parked in his dock. The boat wasn't brand new, but it was not cheap. It had lots of trim woodwork, and the sails were down, everything carefully packed up and protected from the weather.
If he was a trust baby, then why was he working? None of it made any sense to her.
Her heels clipped the wooden planks under her feet. She took another sip of her wine, leaning against the railing. There was no beach down here, just the cliff and the water’s edge. The wind made gentle ripples in the water under the pier, and the boat drifted slightly rubbing against the rubber bumpers on the dock.
Masculine footsteps interrupted her reverie. Sherry turned sharply to abruptly face the intruder of her thoughts surprised anyone would follow her down here.
Seeing Alan surprised her. The look on his face suggested he might be here to finish business he started earlier. But she had not even had a chance to talk to Sean yet.
Uh-oh. This could confuse things in her life more than she wanted. Did she want to pursue Alan or Sean? She had not even had a chance to think things out yet, and the wine was beginning to make her feel lightheaded and way too warm. Or was that Alan?
Perhaps it was time to go.
Alan caught her eyes in his and gave her a smile that melted her inside.
Oh God.
Perhaps she could stay a little while. But just a little while.
"You weren't leaving were you?" He said in a cocky voice.
"No." Sherry looked over his body with catlike appreciation. She felt like a woman in charge of her life at that moment. A woman who finally knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid of taking it.
Sean could have talked to her, but he didn't and he wasn't here now.
Alan was. "Not now that you got here Alan."
"Glad you aren't leaving on my account." Alan came to within inches of her body, until he had her pressed up against the railing.
Close enough to kiss?
God she hoped so.
She could feel her heart speed up as she anticipated him kissing her. She knew what she wanted and that was for him to finish what he had started earlier, for him to cage her in his arms and kiss her passionately, possess her completely.
What was he waiting for?
Couldn't he see what she wanted?
Wasn't it what he wanted too? Sherry felt a wave of disappointment as he tu
rned his back on her, and motioned back towards the massive white sail boat named Music Maker. "Have you seen the boat yet? Sean took it out with me the other day."
"This is about as close as I have been to it. I can see it is pretty nice, but I have never been on it."
"Let me remedy that. I can at least show you around the boat. We could probably talk Sean into taking it out on the river if you want." Alan gave her a little wink as if he may have meant to do a little more than sailing with her. It warmed her from the inside out.
She liked the way it made her feel. The way he made her feel. Like he desired her and like a woman. A red hot blooded woman.
"Maybe later we could go sailing, but I wouldn't mind getting a tour of the boat for now."
"It would be my pleasure to give you a personal tour, little lady." Alan held her hand in his hand daintily as if she would break.
He helped her onto the boat, holding onto her waist as if she had a chance of falling, and Sherry didn't feel like pulling away. He led her to the main door and opened up the small door. It led to stairs and a cramped but efficient space.
She felt a familiar heat rise through her body and settle between her legs. It was a tight enough space that neither of them could walk by one another without touching each other, without rubbing up against each others body as they passed one another in the hallway.
Maybe he just wanted a little privacy before he kissed her.
Her pulse began to race as she heard him follow behind her He flipped a switch and the interior lights came on. A click of the latch and she knew the door shut behind her. A heady satisfaction filled her as she anticipated what he wanted from her.
No one would know that they had a moment of indiscretion. No one could see them down here and they would be ensured privacy now. She turned to him, biting her lip.
"Well, this is the kitchen, and the dining room." He motioned to the galley kitchen and the small dining room table. Similar to an RV, she was sure the dining room table could be made into an additional bed.
"Very nice." She purred and set down her drink on the table, turning her back on him.
"Mmm hmmm." Two strong arms wrapped around her middle and she felt his teeth on her earlobe. His hot breath caressed her skin as he spoke, raising tiny goose bumps on her arms. "The perfect place for a little snack."
"Alan!" she laughed out, but she just held his arms in place, encouraging him to come closer. Alan's body pressed into hers, and his hard-on pressed against her backside, causing a needy ache to invade her body.
"This door leads to the bathroom." With one hand he opened a wood paneled door, allowing her to see the cramped space inside.
Sherry peeked her head into the small space, "Tiny. It's about as big as an airplane bathroom."
"Just about, only you don't get into the mile high club for doing it in this bathroom." He teased.
"I didn't think it was possible to join that club. Those bathrooms are way too small for two people."
"Oh, it's possible. Care to try it?"
Sherry took one long look at the bathroom before glaring back at him. Was he serious? In there?
Yep. He was serious.
"You sound experienced."
"I am."
He sounded too damn confident. Sherry let out a snort and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. "I think I prefer a bed to a bathroom."
"That can be arranged too." He purred.
An erotic thrill swept through her body leaving her feeling a little weak in the knees. Good thing he still had his arms around her.
Only one more door left. It had to lead to the bedroom. She was gratified to see the large bed overpower the small room as Alan opened the door.
"Your bed awaits my Dear." He said gallantly as he guided her into the other room. A wall was paper thin and the only separation from the rest of the boat, but they were so far away from the rest of the party that it didn't matter. They had more privacy than they needed here for a lovers tryst.
"Oh yeah? Are you such a good lover then?"
"Why don't you find out? I have been told I make a very good lover. One of the women I have been with said I was the best lover she has ever been with."
Sherry unhooked his arms from around her. So many emotions went through her, self doubt, second thoughts, and yet she still wanted to throw caution to the wind and just fuck it all.
No—fuck him. She just wanted to fuck him.
Sherry kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bed giving Alan a good view of her backside, if he was lucky, he might have even caught a glimpse of her panties. The red thong that she had already creamed with her own slick desire. But he made her this way, he was the one who got her all hot and turned on. Didn't he deserve to get something?
Sherry turned over on her back, propping herself up on her arms, she gave him an invitation to play. She licked her lips in anticipation, wanting to do much more than that to him when he gave her the chance.
A hungry look crossed his face, and for one moment she doubted if he would join her on the bed. He hesitated for a moment. Then he turned his back on her, but then the warm sexual satisfaction returned as she heard him shut the door and lock it behind him.
Alan had no intention of leaving her like this.
Alan stalked her like a predator, coming ever closer, until he crawled on top of her body. Angling one leg between hers, he rubbed his thigh against her inner thigh as he bent low and took her mouth in a passionate kiss that made her want to take all of him into her. She wanted everything he had to give and damn but she wanted to feel something against her clit. She began to rub frantically against his body searching for some kind of relief to the growing aching need inside of her.
His hands were callused but they felt soft against her skin as he caressed her thigh, his hand reached under her skirt and tugged at her lacy panties. She didn't wear them expecting anyone to see them today. She just wanted to feel sexy and the black dress did that for her, but the matching underwear set made her feel a heady kind of sexual power. Irresistible and sexy in her own right.
He growled out his approval of her choice of underwear as he pulled them down around her ankles. With both hands he pushed her skirt higher and gripped her butt cheeks in both hands, pulling her onto his body.
Sherry let out a wanton moan of desire and worked her hips against his. He was so hard, and so close to her, she couldn't stop her body’s natural response to his body, rubbing her clit up against his body, surrendering herself to him.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
He was like an animal the way he took her in his arms, biting at her neck, he freed her chest from her dress and her bra. He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples before taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking.
Sherry let out a wanton moan as she felt a pressure in her chest work it's way down her body to rest between her thighs. She could feel her body’s natural response to his body as he worked the nipple in his mouth. His leg between her thighs was not enough for her as she ground herself against him frantically. His hand cupped the apex of her sex. Two fingers rested at the edge of her silky wet entrance and the palm of his hand was on her clit. Slowly, two fingers worked his way in and out of her, raising her to a level of heady desire she had never felt before. She felt like an animal, almost unaware of what she was doing, pushed to the brink of an erotic adventure she didn't want to end.
Most of the time, she chose safe men. Men that didn't make her feel this way and men that liked it one way in bed.
The missionary position.
She certainly never did this. She was never reduced to begging to be fucked, but that was what she wanted, to be taken like an animal and just feel his body pounding against hers. Thrusting
into hers.
Suddenly her body shuddered and she let out a moan. His pulse was fast in his chest, and the musky scent of sex permeated the air.
"I want to feel you inside of me, Alan."
"Are you sure that is what you wa
nt Sherry?"
Sherry ground her pelvis against his hard cock, her voice was raspy, "All of you."
"Show me." He said in a silky voice. She looked at him curiously, not quite understanding what he wanted from her. Then he got up from her body and just stood there looking back at her. "Show me how much you want me. I want to see you touch yourself. Show me where you want me to touch you."
She understood exactly what he wanted. It felt a little awkward at first, being so open to him, but he had already seen most of her, he already knew her body intimately and she wanted to know the rest of his body. She had never done this for anyone, and yet she wanted to do it now.
She raised her knees up as she spread her legs wide, letting him see how nice and clean she had shaved herself that morning. He already knew, he felt her with his hand, but he had not seen her, until now. She brought her index finger to her lips and sucked the fingers before slowly caressing her neck and dropping down to her chest, running her fingers over her breasts, circling her nipples, and pinching them slightly.
"That's it Baby. Show me what you want me to do to you."
A wicked grin crossed her face and Sherry wriggled her hips, as she opened her legs wider, one hand spread the lips to her pussy and with her other hand, she touched herself, working her clit with a pleasure she would not deny herself. She began to work faster, and she arched her neck back breaking eye contact with her lover. She wanted to feel him between her thighs, not herself. Sherry was beginning to wonder what might push him over the edge. What would bring him back to bed?
"You want to know what I want? I want to be fucked. Hard. Come back to bed Alan."
She kept one hand on herself still working her clit between her own fingers. Quietly she brought her wet fingers up to her mouth and sucked her slick juices off her fingers.
Alan didn't waste any time, unbuttoning his pants and discarding them on the floor. Sherry bit her lower lip as she watched him spring forward. He was larger than anyone she had ever been with but she was no virgin. It might hurt a little if he was longer than she was inside bit that didn't stop her from wanting all of him.
Carefully he repositioned himself on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. He kissed her, chasing her tongue with his own, lightly sucking and then he retreated forcing her to pursue his wicked tongue.
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