“I think I need to get a bigger size.”
“You think you’re still a growing boy?” she asked.
“I’ve never been so hard and aroused with anyone else.”
She felt like a million dollars hearing him say that. Maggie ran her hands down his chest before impaling herself on his cock, hearing Jon moan as she did so.
It was true, he seemed to be bigger each time they had sex. Today he filled every inch of her pussy, the tip of his cock almost reaching to the back of her vaginal wall.
He reached up and pinched her nipples as she started to move her hips back and forth. The sun was beating down on her back. The smell of sunblock with its coconut undertone drifted from their bodies and filled the air around her.
She gripped his forearms as she picked up intensity, raising herself up and down on his cock. The sun chose that moment to go behind a cloud, cooling her back but not the area between her legs. She moved faster, feeling on the cusp of her orgasm. Specks of rain started to fall on her as she dug into his arms and used her hips to take herself over the edge to paradise.
She cried out hoping no one had heard her. She sensed that Jon wasn’t quite there yet and was prepared to rub herself on his cock but he lifted her up, slid out of her, and carried her over to the brick wall by the table and chairs. He rested her against it, then kissed her as he lifted her left leg and inserted his cock back inside her.
They kissed the whole time they fucked, tongues plunging into one another as Jon drove hard and deep. She’d have some grazes on her butt from the brickwork but it was well worth it. He panted, almost grunting as he drove harder. Maggie had her second orgasm just before he found his release.
They breathed in unison, foreheads resting on one another, looking into each other’s eyes as the rain picked up intensity.
“That was good,” Maggie whispered.
“Creo que me estoy enamorando de ti.”
“What does that mean?”
He put his index finger on her lips. “The only way you’re going to learn to speak Spanish is to find out for yourself.”
* * * *
He’d told her tomorrow he’d serve her breakfast in bed before driving to Inca so she could check out the market. Tonight he’d thought they’d have to eat dinner at the house but the rain had stopped, so he’d opted to take her to the beachfront café that served the best paella on the north side of the island. It was a laid-back place where dress was casual and they could sit on the beach, with the mesmerising sound of the waves lapping onto the sand. The sun was about to set and tonight the earlier rain shower must have kept most people inside, except for two other couples.
Jon wore shorts and a T-shirt. Maggie was in a white full skirt and a pink halter-neck top, looking more beautiful each time he saw her. She scooped up some sand between her toes and scooted her feet towards his.
“What were you thinking?” she asked.
“That I’m the luckiest guy here tonight.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“So what do you think of the paella?”
“Fantastic. I’ve had some at home but now I can tell it wasn’t the real thing.”
Jon drank some beer and sat back, feeling full after the wonderful meal. “I have some time off during the Christmas holidays. I’m thinking of travelling to New York to see my dad’s family.”
“Are they all still living?”
“His sister is. She lives in Connecticut now.”
“I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”
“And while I’m there, well, Maine isn’t that far. How about I fly up to see you so we can spend some more time together?”
Maggie bit her lip. She thought it was a bad idea, that was plain to see. She also hadn’t responded. She was always quick to respond but this time, nothing.
“You want to see me again, right?” he asked.
She reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “Sure I do, but maybe we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves here.”
“Maggie, we may have to carry on a long distance relationship but I think I’d like to give it a try.”
“I thought this was just going to be a vacation fling for us.”
Had she really thought that? Well, why wouldn’t she? When they’d first met that’s all he’d had in mind as well.
“And what happens when you find someone else?” she asked.
“Who’s says I’ll be even looking?”
“Jon, please listen to me. The sex is great but I’m forty-six, you’re thirty-one. One day you’re going to wake up and want kids and I can’t give you that. Even if I wanted to, my baby-making days are over.”
“Who says I want kids? I can honestly say that I don’t.”
“You say that now, all men say it. But then a girl comes along, they look at her and think, I want to make babies with that woman.”
Jon shook his head. “Not me.”
“Okay, if you say so, but still, let’s just take this one day at a time. Let’s continue to have some great sex while I’m here and then at Christmas we’ll get together and see how we feel then.”
He took a deep breath. He’d have to accept that…for now.
* * * *
He was going to drop her.
Maggie had burst out laughing when Jon had suggested she jump on his back while they took a stroll along the beach. But she’d done it, and he’d grabbed her legs and pulled them around his waist as they made their way along the sand.
“Hey, that’s enough. I want to get my feet wet,” she said.
Jon eased her down onto the ground and grabbed her hand as they swished through the waves lapping up on the beach.
“You ever do this at home?” he asked.
“Not this late in the year. You’re lucky the water is so warm. It’s very relaxing.”
They passed another couple who had their arms wrapped around one another. Jon and Maggie nodded to them and they nodded back.
Jon slipped his arm around Maggie’s waist and pulled her into him, and she did the same. A clap of thunder boomed in the distance.
“Sounds like a storm’s heading this way. It should clear out the humid air,” Jon said.
Just as he said that it started to rain. “Come on, let’s make a run for the car,” he said.
It was like a scene from a romantic movie, with Jon pulling her along through the sand and the rain pelting down on them. Both of them were soaked when they got into his car.
“Even the rain here feels good. Like a warm shower,” Maggie said.
Jon leaned over and kissed her. “Let’s head home.”
* * * *
Maggie started to take off her wet halter-neck top but Jon stopped her. “I want to look at you like that.”
She glanced down. She hadn’t worn a bra. The material was wet and clinging, her nipples poking at it.
He touched them with his fingertips. “There’s just something about your tits I love.”
He kissed her while running his finger over her left breast. His mouth was on her neck while his hand went underneath the wet shirt. He inched it up her stomach until he found her right nipple. He gave it a slight tug, sending heat down into Maggie’s pussy.
Jon licked her collarbone while easing his hand under her skirt. He pushed her panties to one side and allowed his fingers to mingle with her pubic hair.
“Don’t ever get a Brazilian because I love all these curls,” he whispered. He ran his hands over her mound before sliding a finger over her clit several times.
Maggie moaned, resting her foot on a stool in Jon’s living room. He slid a finger inside her and plunged it in, then slowly back out.
“Am I wet down there yet?”
“Maggie, you’re drenched.”
Good, it hadn’t been her imagination. Juices were pumping from her again.
“I’ve got to get inside you soon,” he whispered. He picked her up, carried her to his bedroom and set her down, where he stripped off her cloth
es before pulling down his shorts and underwear.
He stroked her face and looked her in the eyes. Maggie took his hand and kissed it before he kissed her lips. They hugged and rubbed noses for a few seconds.
“I can’t hold off any longer,” he said.
He walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer and removed a box of condoms. He stood beside the bed, allowing Maggie to watch as he eased one over his cock.
Tonight’s prelude to sex seemed different. Jon acted more like an old lover than a young guy who just wanted a good fuck with her. The whole evening had been so romantic, the food, the setting, the sand, the walk and even the run to the car. And just now, when they’d looked so intently into one another’s eyes, she was sure she’d heard a romantic tune playing. Jon pressed her shoulders down on the bed and parted her legs with his knee as he slowly slid inside her and began a slow sultry dance.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he moved back and forth above her. She could get used to this, which would make leaving harder.
Shit, he knew all the best places in her pussy to hit. She tightened her ass cheeks, wanting the sensation between her legs to last for eternity, but at the same time wanting to get to the very best part of their lovemaking.
Could Jon feel her tightening around his cock? She hoped so. She groaned, gripping the quilt as she found release. Her orgasms were getting better, stronger. They were lasting longer too. She moaned, enjoying the aftershocks. She raised her hips, hoping to send Jon over the edge. She did and pretty quickly. Even though he was wearing a condom, she could feel semen seeping out of him as he shook in her arms.
He set his body atop hers while taking some of its weight.
“Stay inside me for a while,” whispered Maggie.
Jon kissed the very tip of her nose. “Maybe we can have phone sex when you go home. You ever done that?”
“Never had to.”
“We could even set up webcams so we can watch one another while we do it.”
Maggie liked the sound of that.
“Have you ever filmed yourself having sex?”
Jon’s question took her by surprise. “Never, how about you?”
He shook his head. “How about we do it tomorrow? Something of a keepsake of your first trip to Mallorca.”
“Just for us. I mean you won’t post it on YouTube or something?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
“For our eyes only?” she asked, pushing his still slightly damp hair out of his eyes.
Jon nodded.
“Okay, I’m game.”
“I have a video camera and I know Mom’s got a tripod somewhere in the house.”
“You’re turning me into one naughty lady.”
“Thought you already were one?” He gave her a quick peck on the lips.
Maggie pinched his ass.
“Anything you’d like to do while you’re here? I mean on your fantasy list.”
“Well, no…” She wiggled, feeling his cock still filling her as they chatted.
“I think that’s a yes. Come on, tell me.” He kissed her on the nose.
“When I was shopping I saw this very sexy black garter set and bra.”
Jon groaned and kissed Maggie’s neck. “I think I got hard again.”
“So you wouldn’t laugh if I bought it and wore it for you?”
“You might have to call an ambulance for me. So tomorrow night it’s my fantasy with the camera, the following night, your fantasy evening.”
“And after that your mother returns.”
“We can still have sex but just a lot more discreetly.”
“Jon, I don’t think we should.”
“We’re consenting adults. We’ll just tell her what’s been going on. I mean she’s going to find out sooner or later.”
“No, please, don’t ruin our time together next week. If you’re going to tell her, do it after I leave, please.”
“Okay, if that’s what you really want. However, I don’t know what you’re worrying about. She loves you like a daughter. I think she’s going to be pretty excited that we like one another so much.”
“Maybe a bit too much for her liking,” Maggie said.
* * * *
Maggie woke up, looked at the clock and saw it was close to seven a.m. This time around, she knew where she was. In Jon’s bed. Five empty condom packages sat on the floor. They’d had a night of non-stop lovemaking and had fallen asleep at two while wrapped in one another’s arms.
There was an indentation on the pillow beside her, but no Jon. She smiled, remembering he’d promised her breakfast in bed. Was he out in the kitchen making it right now? No, she couldn’t hear any movement outside the bedroom.
Maybe he’d gone to McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin or something. Not that she’d seen one in Alcudia. The sound of a car heading up the driveway made her sit up. The next sound was the front door opening. Jon headed into the bedroom carrying what looked like a bakery box.
“Did I wake you when I left?” he asked.
“No, I’ve only just opened my eyes.”
He sat beside her and opened the box. “I couldn’t have you visit Mallorca without trying one of these.” He took out what looked like a croissant and handed it to her. “They’re called ensaimades.”
Maggie bit into it, sending powdered sugar all over her chest.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll clean you up in a minute.”
“Wow, these things are pieces of heaven. I’d weigh ten pounds heavier if we had these in the bakeries at home.” Maybe she’d take a dozen of these little darlings home with her. She finished the last of the pastry and leant back, licking the sugar from her fingers.
She was about to wipe some off her chest when Jon stopped her. “I told you I’d clean that up and it’s time for a treat for me.”
She smiled, putting her hands behind her head and leaning on the headboard as Jon licked and sucked the sugar off her breasts and nipples. “A woman could get used to this.”
“That’s what I’m hoping.”
* * * *
Breakfast in bed Jon-style had been him sucking sugar off her breasts followed by another round of lovemaking. They’d finally headed out of the door mid-morning and arrived in Inca around lunchtime.
It wasn’t so hot today, which was a welcome break as Jon manoeuvred Maggie through the crowds at the market. She should have brought another suitcase with her. Everything looked so tempting to take home to the girls. They’d have to take a trip here one of these days for themselves. She knew they’d love it. If it wasn’t for her family back home, Maggie would seriously think about moving to Mallorca.
“See anything you like?” Jon asked.
“How about everything I set my eyes on?”
“The town is known for its leather if you want to check out shoes and bags.”
“Shoes…very tempting. Just lead the way,” Maggie said.
“Okay, there’s an outlet down here that Mom shops at.”
Jon got hold of Maggie’s hand and pulled her through the crowds into a cobbled side street. It was less crowded and locals passed by carrying baskets with bread and other groceries.
“Here we go,” Jon said, opening the door for her.
Maggie stepped inside as the smell of leather suddenly overwhelmed her. However, the great selection of shoes and purses soon made her forget about it.
Where would she start? Shoes, yes, she needed a new pair of black pumps for business appointments.
“Do you know what size I’d need here?” she asked. “I take a size eight back home.”
Jon spoke to one of the assistants, who walked over to the display and pointed to a rack in the middle.
“She says everything there should fit you and to let her know if you need any help.”
Maggie nodded to her. “Gracias.”
So many choices…so little room in her suitcase.
She reached for a pair of black pumps with a scrolled pattern acros
s the toe. They had about a five inch, thin heel, but hey, Jon had made her feel less like a grandma and more like a woman in her thirties so she might as well try them on.
She slipped them on and checked herself out in the full-length mirror. They looked sort of strange with shorts but nevertheless still hot.
Jon whistled when she walked up and down in them. “I don’t know if I can control myself, sexy lady. You have such a great pair of legs.”
“So you like them…I mean the shoes, not my legs?”
“I think you should wear them the next time we have sex.”
“Jon, Jeez…” Maggie put her fingers over his lips, hoping that would silence him before he got them both into trouble.
“The assistant probably doesn’t understand English,” he said as soon as she removed her hand from his mouth.
“Nevertheless, just whisper if you want to talk like that again, okay?”
He gave her that grin again. “Are you sure the shoes are the right size?”
“Feel like they were made for me.”
Jon called the assistant over and said something in Spanish. A few minutes later she’d returned with the shoebox in a bag, and Jon was handing over his credit card.
“What are you doing?” Maggie asked.
“Buying you a gift, so when you wear them at home you’ll think of me.”
“That’s so sweet of you and now I should get something for you.”
“Just wear those things while I’m thrusting deep within you and that will definitely be something for me.”
“Jon, what did I tell you about whispering,” Maggie said as the assistant approached them with the receipt. If she didn’t know better she’d swear he was doing it on purpose just to tease her.
* * * *
They’d eaten lunch in Inca and then shopped some more. Maggie had picked up a few more gifts for the girls and her assistant. She was putting everything away when Jon walked into her room, wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.
Maggie ran her hands up his arms.
“I found Mom’s tripod. While we’re here, do you want to make our movie in this room?”
“It’s your mom’s house.”
“Technically so is my apartment. Come on, Maggie, four-poster bed, warm breeze flowing in through the balcony, very sexy, very romantic.”
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