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Floridian Adventures Prologue

Floridian Adventures Prologue

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Floridian adventures

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Prologue

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Last weekend I was in one of those run down English seaside towns with a seafront lined with endless cheap-to-mid boarding houses and hotels.

I had been there for work during the week and was kicking back in a crummy but clean hotel. In fact I had spent the last two days mostly holed up in my room with a hot teenager half my age from the next floor down.

She was lying under me holding her legs back as I leisurely fucked her for the second time that day. It was two in the afternoon. She had almost pure white skin, a generous baby-fat body with great hips, small but soft breasts, an oval face with big round eyes, a cute nose and long ginger hair that spread over the mattress underneath her.

She was making little gasping noises. She was quiet, this one. It was all in the expressions. Looks of awe and worry and lust and submission do wonders for the male libido. Well, they were doing wonders for mine any way.

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Her parents had dragged her along for a long weekend, she later told me.

She must have been eighteen or nineteen because back at home she'd joined the local college in September, some vocational course, but was still living at home because she couldn't afford anywhere yet. If she was going to stay at home then her parents were going to insist on keeping old family traditions going, mostly the interminable breaks to places she hated.

Every year they would act surprised and hurt that she didn't want to go, then make her go anyway. Don't be ungrateful they'd say, this'll probably be the last time we get to do this as a family. And they'd turn away.

Once arrived they spent all day every day in bingo halls or the like and had probably given up trying to make her join them five minutes into their trip.

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I'd caught her eye over breakfast my first morning. She proceeded to give me a thorough uninhibited eye-fucking over her dad's shoulder, like only a teenage girl can, having not yet mastered the frustrating female art of looking only very very slightly available, and only if you were to try very very hard.

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Half an hour later I'd been in the hotel foyer reading a local sightseeing brochure without interest in the hope she'd come through on the way out with her parents and I could get another discreet and harmless joint smoulder in before I had to work out what to do with myself in that shithole town.

Instead I saw her parents go out on their own. Ah well, I thought, and headed back to my room. As I was passing through the floor below mine she came out of a room right in front of me and we both jumped. She was dressed innocent-but-fuckable in a floaty skirt and blouse.

I won't pretend it was an artful seduction for the ages.

Three minutes later she was in my room and pinned against the back of the door, her tongue down my throat, with my one hand pulling down her knickers and my other holding her arms pinned above her head.

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That was two days before the moment I was describing above and we'd fucked five times since. Or four, or six. Who's counting? She was in my room whenever her parents didn't need her for a meal, and most of that she was on her back or on her knees.

I'd learnt after session no.1 that she'd just split up with her first serious boyfriend, whom she'd lost her virginity to only a month before. Splitting up just as she'd got a taste for sex and a keen appreciation of how much she didn't yet know and wanted to try; consider me a lucky boy I was there to fill in her gaps.

We'd worked out her cycle and she was safe, so I didn't pull out once, not even for decorative purposes.

We amused ourselves by imagining we were getting her knocked up. I'd put pillows under her arse when I fucked her and had her stay like that afterwards for a while. When she was sucking me off between courses I'd have her move down for a lengthy and loving ball sucking --- stimulating the swimmers, I said --- whilst I jacked my cock above her and smacked her playfully around the face with it, leaving a trail of spit and pre-cum from her red hair to her pretty chin.

She was my little bitch in heat. My breeding bitch. Not my words, hers. Use me, own me, she'd whisper. I think they get their lines from porn now. I wasn't complaining.

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As I was saying it was two in the afternoon. I know that for sure because of the message.

Like I mentioned, we'd been through this a few times by now, so the rhythm was lazy rather than fevered. There was no rush so we'd stopped and started a few times, taken a break.

Well, I'd taken a break. I'd leashed her to the headboard by her neck with my belt whilst I went down to order a sandwich ("Stay, bitch. Good bitch." I don't usually do role play but she loved it and, well, come on... you would get into it, wouldn't you?)

As such when I heard a message on my phone I didn't ignore it or stop fucking her, I just leant over her to reach it off the night stand. Doing so bent her over like a paper-clip and she made a small 'oof' noise as my cock settled deeper into her and her plump thighs pressed on her small tits.

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The message was from a +1 number; American or Canadian. It wasn't in my contacts.

It was a photo of a family. A woman in her early thirties, looking radiant under a bright sky, proudly holding a toddler, a boy. Next to her in the shade of a palm tree was a man, tall, thin. I guess you could say the boy looked a little like the man. Maybe. If you wanted to see it.

I recognised the woman's face from somewhere, from years ago. Whilst I was thinking, with the girl underneath me wriggling in mute discomfort, another message came through from the number.

It said, "Thanks for the family! Katie x".

The penny dropped. My cock must have grown another half inch because under me the girl cried out; it was the first time she'd really raised her voice in the whole two days. I pressed my hips down savagely, pressing the head against her cervix and rocking and staring at the last message as I shot what must have been the biggest load of my life. It went on and on and I pressed harder and rocked faster as the girl's cry faded into one of her signature silent, shaking orgasms. I saw stars and I swear the blackness started coming on from the sides of my vision and all I could see was, "Thanks for the family! Katie x".

When I came out of that state I looked away from my phone, down at her wide eyes, my belt still around her neck, her knees by her ears, mouthing something that looked like, *too much, too much*.

I eased back a little, feeling one last spasm of come shoot into her as I did, and said, "You know, all games aside, I think we might've actually knocked you this time." Then I kissed her with passion and she kissed me back with more, holding the sides of my face between her small lily-white hands.

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I kept her for the rest of the afternoon. But I was empty so I had her put on little shows for me, taking a shower, playing with herself, dancing, occasionally giving sweet little half minute blow jobs that were mostly licks and teases, before dancing away again.

I took her again the next morning, one last time, when she popped up for a final top up before she and her family checked out at eleven. I didn't undress her, just fucked her up against the inside of the door, like the first time. She left her knickers behind.

We both thought it right and proper that she should have messed up hair, rumpled blouse, and my come caking her thighs and soaking through her miniskirt into the car seat for the four hour journey home. She wanted her parents to notice, because she knew they probably wouldn't really see her at all.

She hasn't got my full name, or number, but I've got her name and I'm pretty good at finding people when I want to, so I'll check in with her one of these days.

Now its one week later and remembering that one perfect moment, in that crummy hotel, with a wriggling beauty under me mouthing *too much, too much*, has finally prompted me to write down the story that lead up to those two ball draining messages.

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To be continued...

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