Buggy Baby

by Liam Ward

  I was relieved that my awkward advance had been met with sweetness.

  “That was relaxing, I can’t believe I never floated before. We’ve got to do that again before it gets cold,” Mary said.

  “Yea. We all float down here,” I said.

  Mary giggled. “I always dread getting closer to winter, but now you’ve got me looking forward to October and watching scary movies. But I’m a big chicken and you’ll have to cuddle me.”

  I put my arm around Mary and rested my hand on her shoulder. “I’ll carry you to bed and check your closet for monsters,” I said.

  “Yes please,” Mary said.

  I wanted to be Mary’s man — I’d never been any woman’s man. Thoughts of our future flooded my head. While I didn’t have a regular job, I was certain that I’d be able to take care of her and maybe even start a family. She didn’t seem like a materialistic person, which led me to believe that the simple lifestyle that I could offer her might be enough, provided she didn’t want to move back to the city to reignite her career.

  Mary began to rub and squeeze my bicep. That caused a stir in my shorts. Though the greasy food had made me feel sluggish, Mary and her beautiful body perked me up.

  “Too bad I’ve got to work tomorrow,” Mary said, trailing her fingers up and down my arm.

  “That is a bummer,” I said.

  “I would have liked to go back to my place and watch something,” she said.

  Mary’s would-be invitation sent my mind reeling. “What time do you get up for work?” I asked, hoping for some wiggle room in her schedule.

  “Five-thirty. I go to bed early. I’m old you know,” Mary said.

  I was disappointed but didn’t want to push the issue. “Yea right. No worries, I’ve gotta get Roma home. You want to do something Friday?” I asked. I closed my hand on Mary’s bare thigh and felt her soft flesh give way to my fingers.

  “Yea. You could come over and I’ll get us something to drink if you want. Maybe watch a movie,” Mary suggested. She moved her hand from my bicep and began to run her fingers over my abs. I was a little ticklish and couldn’t help but flex them a little.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said and kissed the top of Mary’s head. I had never drunk alcohol or been with a woman before, but I hoped to punch both tickets with Mary.

  We neared the roadside park where Mary had met me earlier. I could see the unlit taillights of her car come into view. I knew that we’d soon separate for the night and that I’d spend the rest of the week fantasizing about Mary. Thoughts of her body would be far more enticing than the new porn I had bought. Her body was real, present, and she was clearly interested in me.

  Inaction is a death sentence.

  Mary must have read my mind. “I can’t believe it’s only Monday. The weekend is too far away,” she said. I noticed that her hands had begun to explore my abs more thoroughly. She was rubbing close to my waistband, occasionally touching the fabric, catching her fingernails and pulling it either way.

  I knew what I wanted and I didn’t want to wait for the weekend to get it.

  “Friday is too far away,” I agreed and put my hand on Mary’s cheek. I brought Mary’s face to mine and kissed her. The sparks soon ignited a small fire; Mary sucked at my bottom lip and began to rub me through my shorts.

  We arrived at our launch point. I didn’t want to take my attention off Mary, but I did so long enough to steer the buggy. Thankfully, the park was empty and there hadn’t been a lot of traffic on the road.

  Mary shifted and climbed to her knees on the buggy seat. I stayed seated but turned my body to face her as she leaned over me. Her large boobs pushed against my upper chest and chin. I took a cloth covered boob in my hand and squeezed it gently.

  A God-given gift; a perfect soft globe of flesh. I had never felt so lucky in my life. Mary leaned over me more, so that the weight of her boob rested in my hand. I brought my other hand up to her chest and cupped both of her boobs. Mary wrapped her hand around the back of my head and dug her nails into my hair, scratching my scalp, which sent tingles down my spine.

  I pulled my eyes away from her boobs and looked up at her beautiful face. Mary kissed me as I continued to fondle her. I opened my mouth and she rubbed my tongue with hers. After a moment, she broke away from our kiss. I took the chance to bury my face in her soft chest.

  Mary giggled and grabbed the back of my head. My nose slid under the fabric of her bathing suit. I closed my lips on the inside of her boob and ran my tongue across her flesh. I felt Mary wince and quickly looked up at her.

  Mary bit her bottom lip. “The sunburn kinda hurts,” Mary said, and after a short pause, “but don’t stop. I like it.”

  My nose dove back into her swimming suit. Nothing could halt our sexual momentum. Mary pulled her bathing suit fabric to the side and let a boob fall out.

  “Wow,” I said. I was stunned; it was the first boob that I had ever saw in person.

  Mary bit her lip. “I’m all yours.” The white skin of her chest was demarcated by her triangular sunburnt cleavage. I wrapped my fingers around the soft skin and felt the weight of Mary’s breast. I moved nearer and closed my mouth around her hard nipple. I sucked on it and batted it around with my tongue.

  “Yea,” Mary moaned. She ran her hand through my hair and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

  Even after a successful date and our prior make out session, I was still surprised by the position that I found myself in. Intimacy with a woman had seemed like something that was light years off. I had even worried that I might die a virgin.

  Dangerously erect, my dick nearly ripped out of its cloth confines to get at Mary’s body. Thankfully, Mary had let go of my collar and had started to undo my shorts. I watched her hanging boobs jiggle back and forth as she worked to get my shorts undone. She pulled at them, prompting me to lift my ass up so that she could get them down. My boxers followed and my dick sprang free.

  “There we go. Holy smokes,” Mary said.

  I felt a jolt of electricity run through my spine when she wrapped her hand around my cock. She moved her hand up and down slowly, causing me to let out a breath, which I was unaware I had been holding.

  “Oh my god. That feels so good,” I said. The ecstatic tingling sensation spread through the shaft of my penis as Mary slowly stroked me.

  Not missing a beat, she began to kiss my chest, trailing down my abs. Her kisses ran lower and lower until her lips touched the base of my cock. Again, I held my breath as I watched her mouth rise to the head of my cock. The plump pink skin of her lips gently kissed the head, before her warm and wet mouth enveloped the top-half of my shaft. She moved her head up and down.

  It took every ounce of will power that I had not to explode in Mary’s mouth.

  Finally, Mary stopped and straightened up to look around at the park. She looked up at me, still holding my pulsing dick in her delicate hand. “Do you have a condom?”

  My heart surged. “Yea, uh…” I said and patted under the buggy seat for the box. Nervously, I pulled the strip out and ripped one of the foil packs off. I fumbled to tear open the package and became a little nervous when I realized that I wasn’t sure which side of the small rubber disk should face up. Thankfully, I was able to unroll the condom onto my dick without much interruption.

  Mary stood before me. She rested a hand on my shoulder and slowly turned her body back and forth for me to admire. I cupped her big ass with one hand and delicately rubbed the inside of her thigh with my other. Mary inched closer to me and I brought my hand up to the cloth that covered her pussy. I felt her warmth and desired to know her taste.

  Chapter Fifteen - Mary

  Wayne’s hand trailed up the inside of my thigh and rested on my pussy. I watched his hard condom-covered cock sway back and forth as he moved to feel my body. He had a hefty dick with some reach.

  His beautiful face slowly moved towards my belly. His hand on my ass tightened its grip and pulled me closer. He kissed my stomach below my belly b
utton.

  I looked at my surroundings: besides our buggy, the roadside park was empty.

  Wayne kissed my pussy through the fabric of my swimsuit. He ran his lips back and forth, stopping occasionally to kiss my thighs.

  Blood rushed to my face and my legs tingled.

  Wayne pressed harder and ran his nose up and down over my labia, which pulled my swimsuit taught against my pussy and left it partially uncovered. Wayne moved faster, juicing my fruit with his impeccable facial structure. I knew that his whole face would smell like me.

  Two of his large fingers slid under my swimsuit and pulled the fabric to the side. Wayne leaned into me and set his nose in my thick patch of hair, which I had kept trimmed to a perfect triangle. Wayne kissed downwards from the dark hair and licked the outside of my labia. His tongue licked the length of my pussy a few times before he gave attention to my clit. He gently sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue across it.

  He kept his hand on my stomach and gently squeezed my tummy. At first, I wasn’t sure what to think, but gradually I became more comfortable with the idea that Wayne enjoyed my body. His kneading hands seemed to enjoy my curves.

  My clit was throbbing and my breathing was labored. I leaned back to push my pelvis into Wayne’s face. He worked diligently with his tongue.

  “Oh fuck, you’re good at that,” I said to Wayne.

  I looked down and saw his hard cock. He was hung well by any measure. Long and thick, I knew that I’d have to take my time sitting down on him. Thankfully, I was wet as could be.

  I grabbed Wayne’s hair with one hand and pulled his face away from my pussy. His jaw and lips glistened. I bent down and kissed him. The time was right. I pushed Wayne back onto the buggy seat and climbed on top of him. My thick thighs surrounded Wayne’s muscular legs. Perched above Wayne’s dick, with my boobs in his face, I reached behind my ass and grabbed his cock. I aimed the tip of his dick and slowly sat on it until I felt that the head was in.

  Wide-eyed, Wayne looked up at me in amazement. He knew that I was about to take his virginity. I savored the moment; it was like being perched at the top of a big drop on a rollercoaster.

  I began to move up and down slowly, gradually wetting his dick, accepting more of it in. It was necessary to move slow. Wayne’s dick felt bigger than it had looked. I reached back and felt that there was more still. I continued to descend.

  Finally, I found the base of Wayne’s cock. His hands were on my hips and his fingers dug into my flesh. I pushed his face into my boobs and picked up my riding pace. The slapping of my thighs against Wayne’s filled the empty roadside park. Wayne took one of my nipples into his mouth and tongued it like he had done my clit. I moaned and increased the force with which I was slamming down onto his lap.

  The buggy shook with my movement and its suspension emitted squeaks.

  Wayne moved his hands from my hips to my ass. He circled and squeezed my rear, encouraging me to continue riding him. One of his hands slipped under the fabric of my swimsuit and used it as a handle. He moaned and I kept my pace. I felt naughty being on top of Wayne, but his young dick was rock hard and felt exceptional to ride.

  He was lasting much longer than I had thought he would. I closed my eyes and continued to hit the spot. The pressure rose within me, filling my stomach and chest. Each beat drove me closer to total collapse and surrender. Sensing the approaching cliff, I clung to Wayne and writhed with warm pleasure in his lap as I exploded. I felt as if my mind had gone blank. He hugged me tight.

  Tremors ruled my body.

  “Are you alright?” Wayne asked in hushed voice.

  I had to catch my breath to answer him. “Yea, you just feel so good,” I said.

  I was quite sensitive, but I wanted Wayne to orgasm too, so I resumed riding him — for a virgin, he lasted longer than I would have expected. Finally, Wayne seized up and his face confirmed that he was cumming. I continued to ride him until I could tell that he was finished.

  I placed a loving kiss on his forehead to punctuate our sex and sat back onto the buggy seat. I readjusted my swimsuit to cover myself. Wayne looked dazed and sleepy.

  “You felt so good,” I said to him. “Did you like it? For your first time?” I asked.

  Wayne widened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Did I like it? Holy shit, you’re so damn hot and that felt so good. You’ve got such a wonderful body,” Wayne said.

  I wasn’t too sure of the notion that I had a nice body, but I wasn’t going to argue with him or beg for more compliments. “You think that will tide you over till I see you Friday?” I asked.

  “No. I’ll get home and want more of you. But I will remember this forever,” Wayne said. His broad chest and defined abs were timelessly alluring. He was the type of guy that I would have been afraid to approach in my younger years. Wayne fixed himself and sat down next to me.

  “I’m whooped,” Wayne said. He put his arm around me to pull me close to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to him inhale deeply.

  “Yea, me too. I’ve got to get going soon, but I wish that you could come back and shower with me,” I said. Rubbing soap onto his body with mine was added to our to-do list.

  “That’d be wonderful. Next time,” Wayne said. He ran his hands through my hair and kissed me. I wanted more of him but knew that it would have to wait until Friday.

  It was going to be a long week. Spending another hour at my job seemed intolerable. Life on the farm with Wayne sounded preferable, if not perfect.

  I kissed Wayne deeply. It pained me to break away from his embrace and stand up. “You better get home before your mom gets mad at me,” I said.

  “She’ll be alright,” Wayne said.

  The sun advanced towards the horizon, flooding the sky with pink.

  Wayne had room in his life for me. We had a future.

  The riverside park began to fill with mosquitoes.

  I leapt out of the buggy and noticed that my legs were sore from the day’s activity. Wayne led me across the parking lot to my car. With Wayne behind me, I stuck my ass up in the air and waved it around as I ducked down to retrieve my key from its hiding spot and backed up into him as I stood up. He knew what I was advertising and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me and picking me up into the air. Wayne set me down and kissed my neck before he released me.

  The car chirped and Wayne opened the door for me.

  “Thanks. Text me when you make it home,” I said.

  “Will do. That burn will need some aloe,” Wayne said and grinned.

  “I need you to rub it on me,” I said.

  Wayne pulled me close. “We’ll have a fun weekend,” he said and kissed me.

  “Yes, we will,” I agreed.

  We split for the day. I collapsed into my car seat and shut the door. I was worn out but thoroughly satisfied. Though, I was already fantasizing about feeling Wayne inside of me again.

  Chapter Sixteen - Wayne

  The screen door sprung shut behind me. I kicked my shoes off and put them in the worn wooden cubby. My shorts had long-ago dried, but my underwear still felt damp and my legs were itchy. A shower was much needed. Too bad Mary wasn’t around to help me clean up.

  It was much too early to be fantasizing about the weekend.

  The hall’s simple woven runner felt good on my bare feet. The day’s run over a variety of terrain and swimming had worn me out. Aches were present throughout my body.

  I walked into the living room and saw that my father was dozing in his blue armchair. My father deserved the nap as he had likely been awake since four. He’d soon rise from his nap, run his nightly check of the property, and then go back to bed for the night. Calloused feet rested on the ottoman. His half-smoked tobacco pipe sat on the table near him. A bit of ash had fallen onto the table near the pipe. The smoke had dissipated in the room, but it’s familiar woody smell lingered.

  My mother sat at her desk painting a miniature sculpture of a sledding hill. From over my mother’s shoulder
, I could see featureless people climbing the white hill, clutching still-unpainted sleds, while some of the kids went down the hill and their scarfs fluttered behind them, implying motion. My mother was already preparing for winter.

  The miniatures that currently dominated the shelves in our home’s den were summer themed: a Ferris wheel, a garden, a ballpark, and a warm little town. Father had told me many times before that he thought the miniatures were frivolous. However, he had never expressed that belief to my mother and frequently complimented her craft. He loved seeing her passions.

  “That’s kind of big,” I said.

  “I know. It’s going to make the town’s Christmas tree look small. May have to put it somewhere else,” my mother said. She didn’t look up from the miniature and continued to dab brown paint onto the hill’s tree trunks. I appreciated her focus. At least she didn’t seem to be upset.

  Even though she worked next to an open window, the smell of paint was in the air.

  “How was Mary?” mother asked.

  “Good. She had never floated before. Seemed to have enjoyed it.”

  “You eat?”

  “Yea, we grabbed a couple of burgers.”

  She dipped her fine paint brush into the small can and carefully dabbed excess paint off. Painting wasn’t a nightly thing for her, nor was it weekly. She painted a handful of times a year, for the different seasons, but would spend many hours on it in one sitting — a binge painter.

  “Good. Your father and I got to talking and we think you should look into buying your own buggy. We’re not trying to push you out, but we need to have more than one buggy here,” my mother said.

  I was relieved that she did not complain about Mary. “You’re totally right. Jacob had a rougher one he was trying to get rid of last time I was over there. Not fully enclosed like ours, but it would do good enough for me.”

  “Your father doesn’t trust him,” mother said.

  I considered that. “He is kind of a shit head.”

  “Wayne,” my mother said, failing to hide her amusement. She looked up from her miniature, put her paint brush down, and turned her body towards me.