Spring break was finally here. That special time of the year where students get to enjoy a week off from their studies, teachers get to drink less (or more) heavily, and parents either spend more time with their kids or get more headaches. While some college kids's idea of a good time involve out-of-town vacationing and partying, some opt for a more relaxed break; staying home and having adventures in small doses. Kenny fell into that camp. There was no doubt that he wanted to see just what kind of insanity he could get into with the MILFs, but also had the question of: who, where and when?
Ms. Feng was the first to break the bad news of having to sub-in for the principal over the weekend to oversee renovations being done to the high school. Ms. Evans let Kenny down vaguely, with talks of a good time, "when she gets back." With only Ms. Jones left, he confidently raised his phone to call her. However, he nearly dropped it when she called him first.
"H-Hello?" Kenny responded, losing all of his coolness and composure instantly.
"Hey, kid!" She happily said. "Word around the block is that you're down two babes but still have one just aching to see you."
"Aching? I didn't know you missed me that much," Kenny responded.
"Oh, baby, you have no idea. It's not often that a woman gets her hands on some quality cock that not only gets the job done but helps with house work, too."
Kenny briefly reminisced with a pout about the time he was called to desperate-sounding Ms. Jones's house only for him to help with dusting and vacuuming. That pout soon turned into a satisfied look when he then remembered how she insisted on being topless and rewarding him beyond generously from night until morning.
"Look, I'll get right to it. I've got a beach house booked from now until Monday. Now, I can either go by myself with only my imagination and as many toys as I can pack, or I can take a particular young man who would rather have me all to himself instead."
"A-Absolutely! I'll keep you company for the weekend, Ms. Jones!" Kenny answered with gusto.
Ms. Jones giggled over the phone.
"I knew you'd join me! Go ahead and pack your shit for the weekend and come over ASAP! The sooner we get to the beach house, the sooner you can manhandle me like a damn sexdoll," Ms. Jones said before hanging up.
Kenny broke land-speed records with how fast and precise he packed his suitcase. His parents didn't question him when he said he was going to be spending the weekend with his friends, leaving him completely in the clear to go on a private beach getaway with the busty MILF yearning for his cock.
"Like it? I got a pretty good price on it, too!" Ms. Jones said as she rolled her luggage up the steps.
From the outside, the beach house was one of many on a long street confined to a man-made island. An outdoor corridor wrapped around the exterior of the house and led to a well-sized, wooden, back patio. Following Ms. Jones inside, the living room area was directly after the entryway and converged into an open-kitchen. The hallway on the left led to two rooms, both of which had windows to the beach.
"Not very big, huh? Almost seems like an apartment near the beach," Kenny commented.
"Now that you mention it, those pictures did make the inside look bigger than it actually is... must be why it was so cheap," Ms. Jones said with a hand on her chin.
Ms. Jones quickly got over the expectation-versus-reality, heading to the master bedroom with Kenny behind. The inside of the bedroom had a nautical theme with sliding glass doors on three of the walls that led to the walkway outside, with one also pointing to the beach. The large, blue-sheeted bed was centered and against the wall on the side of the door with a night stand on each side. Finally, the bathroom was to the right with a slide-open closet right next to it.
"Wow! I am loving how much space the room has!" Ms. Jones remarked.
Kenny's mind flooded with thoughts of the two of them sitting down and having tea at the seats near a glass door, getting changed for the beach, and of course, relentless up-standing fucking free from collision with any furniture. He quickly wiped away his drool and unpacked his suitcase into one of the available dresser drawers that Ms. Jones hadn't claimed yet. Before he knew it, his clothes were unpacked and Ms. Jones was patiently sitting on the bed.
"Took ya long enough," she said playfully.
"Huh, I thought I would be done first," Kenny remarked, looking over one of the many packed drawers.
Ms. Jones stood up and walked over to Kenny, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"I bet you're waiting to get these clothes off and go to town on me, huh?" She asked softly.
"You have no idea," he absentmindedly responded while going for a kiss.
Ms. Jones dodged the lips and opted for a peck on the cheek.
"Dinner first, and then we have kick-off the weekend in style~" she said with a wink and a smile.
Kenny was letdown, but steeled his resolve for he would have his fills of unearthly pleasures soon enough.
Kenny and Ms. Jones enjoyed one of the many local diners specializing in seafood.
"Ahhhh! Nothing like crab legs with a view of the beach at night to make it feel like spring break's arrived!" Ms. Jones remarked.
"I'm used to just being locked-up at home during the break. Man, I had no idea seafood with an atmosphere could be so good!" Kenny remarked.
Kenny's heart was pounding as he drove under the stop lights. Each one he visualized as a countdown to the lascivious debauchery he had long awaited all month long. With the turn to the neighborhood within sight, he picked up speed and readied to turn the wheel.
"Oh! I think there's a bar up ahead! Let's stop by for a bit!" Ms. Jones said, pointing to building just before the turn.
"A bar? Sounds great!" Kenny said, hiding his annoyance.
"Just a bit longer, me. Just a bit longer. Not only are you going to have Ms. Jones all to yourself, but now she's gonna give you all the drunk sex you could dream of," Kenny thought to himself as he parked.
The interior of the bar had a nautical theme--to no one's surprise--with straw décor on the tables and stools. The place gave off a friendly vibe, with a handful of older couples and friend groups still getting their nightly fill of spirits. Ms. Jones led Kenny to the bar and quickly got the bartender's attention.
"Excuse me, sir! Can I get a shot of tequila and a long island to start?" She asked.
"Sure thing!" The bartender replied, giving Kenny a wink before uncorked some bottles.
"Sorry, kid. You're the DD, so no drinking for you tonight," Ms. Jones said in an almost teasing tone.
Kenny watched her quickly down the shot before draining half of her other drink in one go.
"Ah! That hits the spot!" She said in complete relaxation.
Any conversation Kenny tried died on the spot with Ms. Jones focused more on her drink; who knew that MILFs loved their booze? He looked over at her once more, almost jumping in his seat at the site of 2 additional (empty) drinks. Ms. Jones was giving him all kinds of looks, winking and giggling galore. Slowly, she reached across for Kenny's hand. The two shared a warm moment of their fingers intertwined before Ms. Jones changed the tempo.
Grabbing his hand, she brought it to her chest. She ran his fingers along the top of her exposed skin before sinking deep between her cleavage. Ms. Jones licked her lips as she slid his hand in and out of breasts. Finally, she brought his hand to her mouth and proceeded to suck on his fingers. She pursed and stretched her lips on each digit as she took them in down to the knuckle.
"Bet you want this to be your cock so badly, huh, baby?" She said in a low voice.
Kenny's pants were starting to feel even tighter than they already were.
"You would just love to slide it down to the base, across my lips and tongue, then shoot your jizz on the back of my throat," she said with a giggle.
Kenny glanced around the bar to see if there was anyone watching.
