Danica Williams - 14 Erotic Stories Bundle

“We can get Mr. Hawkins back to his room” the waitress said, and we’ll have the hotel doctor come by and check him over. She stood aside as two young giants helped him to his feet. “I’m ok guys, but thanks.” “They have to at least go with you Mr. Hawkins, it’s hotel policy” she told him. “I’ll come with you Brad” Angie said. She kissed the young man’s cheek and told him she’d meet him later. She patted his shoulder “I know, you have questions” she said, “I’ll explain to you later, at dinner.”

Brad entered his room with Angie close behind him. “This is beautiful” she said “and so big”, taking off her hat. The air conditioning felt wonderful after the heat of the beach. “Is your family here with you?” she asked. For the first time since the funerals, he broke down and cried like a baby.

“And there was nothing left?” she asked him quietly. He nodded, “absolutely nothing. Almost fifty years of my life, and all I have is six tombstones to show for it.” He reached for the fresh bottle of Crown Royal on the coffee table before him. “Would you like a drink?” he asked. “Brad, that’s not going to bring then back” she said. He set the bottle back on the coffee table, “I know, and it really doesn’t help the hurt very much either.”

“Why didn’t you tell me I had a son?” he asked. She hung her head, not wanting to look him in the face. “I was wrong” she said, “but I couldn’t tell you.” “You were so young, so proud” she sniffed and touched her handkerchief to her eyes. “When you spoke of your home, your family, and going back to the life you had planned there. There was no room for me, no room for a child. I couldn’t bear the thought of you giving that life up to run away with me, away from the roots you held so dear.” He reached for her, to comfort her, but she held him back. “And I was furious with you because you wouldn’t” she laughed through her tears.

He laughed with her. “Life was so simple then” he said. “Everything was either black or white, no need to complicate things by adding the grays of reality.” We could have run away, you from the hardness of your life, me from the responsibilities I had inherited. “I’m so sorry” he said, but you had to have known I would have helped if you’d just told me.” “You’re still sweet” she touched his face, “but by the time I had Brad I had a plan and enough anger and determination to see it through.”

They spoke for hours, as twilight fell and they watched it from the deck of the penthouse suite. “Oh my God,” she said, “I’ve got to meet Brad for dinner. I promised to explain to him…I know he knows…you look too much alike!” He offered to go with her, but she said she thought this would be something she could do better alone. She promised to come back as soon as she could. He stood and held her “You’ve got to promise I can meet him, offer him some kind of explanation.” She kissed him softly and he was transported back to Ole Miss, to the Grove where she’d kissed him the first time. The shock went through both of them. She pulled back, surprised, and then promised she would try to set something up. When she left, he headed for a long soak and a shave. He was whistling.

She returned about eleven o’clock. Brad had had to quickly run to the Silver Sands Factory outlet in Sandestin to buy some clothes that fit. His liquid diet and lack of interest in eating had at least burned off some of the middle aged lard he had added over the years. He had nothing that fit him at all. He met her dressed business casual, and all in all he looked better than he had in years. He felt better than he had since the tornado.

She looked approvingly at him as she entered the penthouse. “There will be some rough going over the next few days,” she said, “but he’ll come around. He’s a good man.” Brad poured a stem of champagne for her and they went out on the patio deck in the moonlight. “It was still hard” she said. “I’d never told him anything about you except that I’d loved you.” “No husband?”, he asked, looking at her bare ring finger. “No husband, but many men” she laughed. “I’ve never loved any man but you and my papa and brothers” she said, gazing at him over the champagne glass. She walked to him and kissed him, and they were swamped with emotion. Her nipples hardened and showed through the white dress. He grew an erection harder than he’d known in years.

She backed away, “This is going too fast” she said. He stepped forward. “Angie, we’re almost fifty years old, nothing is fast any more. I won’t lie to you, I loved my wife. I still miss her so much it hurts every single day. I never forgot you though, and she knew it. She came to accept you as an invisible part of our marriage, even though it wasn’t fair to her.” He kissed her again, slowly, tasting the same woman he’d known thirty years before, remembering her touch, her taste, her heat. “Brad, I haven’t bathed, I’m wearing the same dress I’ve had on all day…” He silenced her the only way he could.

He carried her in his arms over to the huge hot tub on the patio deck. When he set her down, she looked into the tub. “Turn the bubbles on” she said. When he turned back from his chore she was standing nude in the moonlight. Her long dark hair was casually pushed to one side, hanging over one of her breasts. Her belly was hard and flat in the moonlight, and her dark eyes shone.

She sat before him on the edge of the tub, lifting one of her heels up beside her ass. “Remember this?” she asked as she lifted two fingers to her mouth. He literally shivered as he remembered the long ago day when he’d first seen her do this. “Watch me” she said. As she began to toy with her bald pussy, he ripped off his brand new clothes and threw them on the deck. She slid back in the now rapidly bubbling water, beckoning him to follow.

When he stood inside the tub she launched herself at his swollen member, taking it down to the root. He wrapped his hands in her hair and hung on as best he could. She never came up for air, she never backed off his cock an inch. Her tongue and her throat muscles coaxed him to an unbelievable release. Months of stored up cum boiled into her throat but she stayed with him, holding his balls in both hands.

They drained the bottle of champagne and talked of old times, comfortable with each other. So much had passed them by, but it seemed as if they had always been together. She could still make his blood race, and frequently during their nightlong conversation they had to stop talking and fuck. She couldn’t keep her hands or mouth off his penis for more than a few minutes at a time, and he couldn’t stop fondling her breasts or running his finger between her legs. When the sun crept over the horizon, it found them in his plush king sized bed, his cock deep inside her ass. She was moaning his name, fingers grasping at the sheets, begging him to cum in her tight hole. She came with him, and he lay on top of her, softening but still inside. He started to get off of her, but she begged him to stay. They fell asleep, still connected, exhausted and smiling.

He awakened to the aroma of fresh coffee and salt air. He could hear the gulls cry, so he knew Angie was on the patio deck. He quickly padded naked to the shower. He shaved and put on new clothes…the man he saw in the mirror in no way resembled the sad drunk he had awakened to the day before. He found Angie sitting on a chaise outside, gazing at the clear emerald green waters of the Gulf of Mexico, sipping from a steaming mug of coffee.

She smiled at him and he bent to kiss her. It was a soft loving kiss that spoke volumes to her. “Sit down with me my darling” she said. He sat and she poured him a mug of the coffee from a carafe on the table beside her. He breathed deeply over the mug, the coffee fine and strong. They sat for a long time listening to the gulls as they wheeled overhead and watched the waves crashing on the beach. “It is so peaceful here” she said. “I love it,” Brad told her, “and I love you.” His hand reached out to hers. She set her mug down on the table and took both his hands in hers. She bent close to him, “Brad, don’t start making plans or promises. I know how we parted, and I don’t feel any different right now than I did then. A long time has passed and we are not the same, no matter how familiar last night felt.”