** All Characters in this story are over the age of 18, legal adults, so don't anyone assume otherwise... Legal Adults...**
"Oooh. Right there," Barb moaned with her eyes closed. Wesley had found just the right motion, the perfect spot and rhythm. His hands held her hips while his torso moved with her. The way this man made love was downright artistic. His abs tensed. His lower torso curved back and forth like a dolphin swimming in the water. His cock slid deeper inside then back. He held the rhythm and momentum steady and consistent.
Barb's orgasms weren't often very quick. Her body required time and patience. She'd known a number of men who didn't have that sort of patience, but Wesley was always good at taking things slow. She breathed deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth as he moved inside of her. It was like exercise in a way, but the most pleasurable exercise she'd ever had. Her eyes opened to look up at her handsome, generous lover, watching the way his hair bounced with each rhythmic thrust.
She did feel the pleasure rising in her body. It was a warmth that permeated through her, not dramatic or sudden, but strong and deep. The beauty of the time her body took came in the way it rewarded her patience. She didn't scream or shout as her climax arrived. It didn't send her body bucking and thrashing, but the pleasure did last a wonderfully long time. She moaned gently as it began to wash over her and through her like a slow tidal wave on the beach. The sensation made every part of her feel good, her torso, her chest, her thighs down to her toes. Her mouth opened wide, wordlessly as the gentle pulses covered her, surrounding her in soothing, exquisite pleasure.
Wesley could recognize the sensations going through her, but he knew the best thing he could do was keep moving steadily. The motion of their bodies was perfect.
Her orgasm ran its course and her body slowly came down. She looked up at her lover as though she were waking from a splendid dream. She reached up to touch his forearm, her way of telling him she was finished.
Slowly, Wesley pulled his hips backwards, letting his cock slide gently out from her moist lips. She breathed deeply once again and nodded, "Absolutely wonderful."
He nodded as well, rising to stand beside the bed. "Can I get you anything?"
Barb shook her head, "I'll be up in a little bit."
The two shared a smile before he walked away, leaving her to enjoy the soft bed and fluffy white covers all around her. She took her time, just quietly relaxing in her surroundings before she decided to stretch and begin the day. A splendidly comfy white robe was waiting in the closet. She wrapped herself in it and shuffled over to the couch where Wesley sat reading a newspaper. He gave her a wink.
"Anything good?" she asked as she sat down on the couch beside him.
Wesley shrugged, "Stocks aren't bad."
She nodded and picked up her cell phone. Her face scrunched, "My daughter called me."
He lowered the paper, "Nice."
"Well, she knows I'm here with you this weekend." She clicked the icon on the screen, "Hey Sweetie." Wesley stood up without being asked and stepped toward the sliding glass patio door so he could give her some privacy. She tilted her head, smiled and silently mouthed the words, 'thank you.' Then, her face fell. "Honey, Honey. What's wrong? What's going on? You... You're what?"
Those were the last words he heard as he slid the door shut behind him and sat down on the deck chair. It was a windy morning, and the sound of the waves below seemed to echo from every direction. He watched the white lines of foam crashing against the shore, occasionally glancing back inside.
Barb had one hand pressed against her forehead. Whatever they were talking about was clearly stressful to her. He frowned and looked back at the beach. He'd paid quite a bit for this view, and he was going to enjoy it while he was here.
After a few minutes, he glanced back to see her toss the phone onto the couch and rub her face vigorously with both hands. He took a deep breath before he opened the door and stepped back into the hotel room, "Everything okay?"
"Mum bobner's regbmmd," she mumbled into her palms.
He frowned thoughtfully, briefly trying to decipher those words but quickly giving up, "Try again?"
She pulled her palms away, while still keeping her fingertips pressed into her eyes. "My daughter. Is. Pregnant."
"Oh. Well... Congratulations."
"No... no no no no no."
"Umm..."
"I'm gonna be a Grandmother."
He nodded, unsure what he was missing, "Riiight..."
"I CANNOT be a Grandmother!"
Another nod, but this time he got it, "I see."
"I'm not old enough to be a Grandmother!" He sat down on the couch, wise enough not to respond to that one. "Grandmothers have gray hair and glasses." He willed himself not to look up at the patch of light color in her own hair, and he was not about to bring up how often she had to squint to see something. "Grandmothers bake cookies and knit sweaters. I've never knitted anything in my life."
Wesley covered his mouth as he listened, making sure to hide any expression from her. "I can't have a grandbaby. SHE can't have a baby. She's just a baby herself!" He hardly thought a twenty-four year old qualified as a baby, but not the time. "We have to buy diapers and... and... and a stroller. I don't have any baby food in the house. Why would I have any baby food?" He was pretty sure there was plenty of time to buy the things they'd need, but nope, just let her keep going.
"How could this happen?" He was quite confident she knew how that worked. "How could she do this to me? Why didn't she tell me about this?" Well, that was why she called, wasn't it? "We're gonna have to baby-proof the whole house."
Wesley finally spoke, "Do you have any paper in your purse?"
