Emily visits Stan on his boat without Sarah.
Emily strolled along the tow path, the chilly autumn air caressing her bare legs. She felt a thrill of excitement and a hint of nervousness as she approached the spot where she knew Stan’s boat was moored. The canal was eerily quiet, with just the occasional splash of a fish breaking the stillness of the water. She had never been to his boat alone before, but today she had a mission.
Her hand trembled slightly as she retrieved the key, unlocked the door and stepped inside. The cabin was warm and cozy, the scent of weed lingering in the air. She knew what she wanted to do, but she didn’t quite know how to start. She had been thinking about it all day, replaying the images from the weekend in her mind, her pussy growing wet with each memory.
Emily took a deep breath and made her decision. She peeled off her school uniform, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Her heart raced as she stood there, naked, feeling the coolness of the cabin against her skin. She made her way to the couch, the same spot where they had shared their first intimate moments. She snuggled under the blanket, and turned on the TV, her anticipation growing with every second that ticked by.
As she waited, she thought about Stan. Despite their age difference and the unusual nature of their newfound relationship, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of safety and protection when she was with him. It was more than just the thrill of the taboo; it was his gentle touch, his reassurances, and the way he looked at her that made her feel cherished and protected.
Emily’s eyes fell upon the bottle of melon brandy on the shelf above the small kitchenette. She had noticed it the last time they were here, but hadn’t had the courage to touch it. But today, she was feeling more adventurous. She twisted the cap and took a tentative sip, the liquid burning a trail down her throat. It was strong, but she liked the warmth it brought to her belly.
Her thoughts grew hazy as the alcohol hit her system, her mind wandering back to the weekend and the feeling of Stan’s cock inside her. She took another sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body, loosening her inhibitions. She straddled the arm of the couch, her legs open, and began to touch herself, her fingers tracing slow circles around her clit.
The TV played in the background, but she was lost in her own world of desire and fantasy. She imagined Stan walking in, seeing her like this—his cock growing hard as he watched her play with herself. She moaned softly, her other hand reaching down to cup her breasts, her nipples already pebbled with arousal.
The sound of the door opening startled her out of her reverie. She looked up to see Stan standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. He had arrived home from the pub, a little tipsy and ready to unwind. His gaze took in her naked body, sprawled on his couch, and his cock twitched in his pants.
“Emily?” he said, his voice thick with lust. “What are you doing here?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t stop. She met his gaze and whispered, “I wanted to surprise you.”
Stan’s eyes raked over her, taking in the sight of her young, naked body, so eager and open. He stepped into the cabin, closing the door behind him, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the want in her eyes, the same desire that was coursing through his veins.
He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. She leaned into his palm, her breathing shallow and erratic. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin, and captured her mouth in a kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of hunger and need, of the unspoken bond that had formed between them.
Her hand found his cock, already straining against his pants. She squeezed gently, and he groaned into her mouth. She could feel his desire growing, his cock swelling in her grip. He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Emily,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and she gasped, arching her back, offering herself to him.
Emily’s pussy was slick with anticipation, and she could feel herself getting wetter with every second that passed. Stan’s kisses grew more urgent, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. He pushed her back onto the couch, his cock pressing against her stomach.
Without breaking their kiss, she fumbled with his belt, her hands shaking with excitement. She finally managed to unbuckle it, her heart racing as she pulled down his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. She took it in her hand, feeling the weight and heat of it, stroking him gently.
Stan groaned and broke the kiss, standing up to shed his clothes. His eyes never left hers as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his lean athletic chest and abs. He stepped out of his shoes and pants, kicking them aside. He was now as naked as she was, his cock standing tall and proud.
Emily’s gaze was glued to his body, her hand unconsciously moving between her legs to continue her earlier ministrations. She watched as he knelt before her, his cock bobbing with each movement. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking her fingers clean, tasting her sweetness.
“I want you inside me, Stan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of hesitation, but she found none. Instead, she saw pure hunger and need.
He didn’t need any further prompting. With a low growl, he pushed her hand aside and positioned himself between her legs. He slid into her wetness, her pussy welcoming him with a soft gasp. She was so tight, so warm, and so incredibly wet.
They moved together, slow and gentle, their bodies fitting perfectly. Emily’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper. His movements were deliberate, each stroke designed to maximize her pleasure.
Stan took his time, savoring the feeling of her tightness surrounding him. He knew she was inexperienced, and he didn’t want to rush her. He pulled almost all the way out, waching her eyes widen with anticipation, before sliding back in, feeling her body mold around him.
Emily’s moans grew louder as he picked up the pace. She had never felt so full, so alive. Her hips began to rock in time with his thrusts, meeting him eagerly. The friction was exquisite, and she could feel herself building to climax.
Stan’s hand snaked down between them, his thumb finding her clit. He began to rub it in slow, firm circles, his movements matching the rhythm of his hips. Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back, arching her body off the couch.
Her orgasm built, a tight coil of pleasure in her belly that grew with every stroke of his thumb. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she could feel the warmth of her juices as they spilled out onto his balls. She knew she was close, so close.
And then it hit her, like a wave crashing over the shore, her body convulsing with pleasure. She screamed out his name, her back arching off the couch as her pussy clamped down on his cock.
Stan felt her walls tighten around him, her orgasm milking him closer to his own. He thrust deeper, his strokes becoming more erratic as his control slipped away. “Fuck, Em, I’m going to cum in you,” he grunted, his voice strained.
Emily’s eyes shot open, the reality of his words sending a thrill through her. “Yes, yes, do it!” she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. She wanted to feel him fill her up, claim her completely.
Stan’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his breathing ragged as he felt his climax approaching. He watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, and knew she was ready. With one final, deep push, he emptied himself inside her, his hot cum filling her up.
Her pussy clenched around him, her walls pulsing as she came again, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. They stayed like that for a moment, joined in the most intimate way possible, before Stan collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried deep within her.
Emily’s heart was racing, her chest heaving with each breath. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as she felt the warmth of his cum inside her. It was a feeling she never knew she craved, a sense of belonging that she hadn’t felt before.
Stan’s breath was hot against her neck as he kissed her softly, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He gently withdrew from her, his cum spilling out of her pussy, leaving a sticky trail on her inner thighs.
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