Lauren left early the day after Christmas before my kids woke up. We silently kissed goodbye at the front door and I watched her get in her car and drive away, almost wishing that she could just stay.
Later that day, as I tried to keep my kids from going crazy, I received a text from Stacy that read, "I have an idea. Do you have any plans for this weekend?"
I told her that I didn't, besides just hanging out with my kids and asked what her idea was. She texted back, "I think you deserve a night with no kids. So, they should come over here and have a sleepover. And if one of them "accidentally" forgot something, I could come get it."
"The kids would enjoy that greatly. I think they're already sick of just dad," I said back to her and we finalized plans for it.
The next day, I dropped off my kids at Stacy's house shortly before dinner time. A few hours later, Stacy called and told me that one of my kids had forgotten to pack pajamas, and she was on her way to get them. Right before she hung up on the phone, she said, "Be ready for me." I told her that I would be and that the door was unlocked.
When she walked into my house a few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch, my cock already out and hard. After Stacy walked up the stairs and saw me, she said, "Perfect."
She was wearing a jacket that she slipped off, leaving her in just a green t-shirt that was tight around her chest and stomach. I smiled as she dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her hand around my shaft, rubbing up and down the full six-inches of it. I moaned as she wrapped her lips around my tip and started to bob her head up and down my shaft with her hand continuing to work the bottom half of it.
I leaned my head back and enjoyed the blowjob as her mouth moved up and down, feeling her tongue on the underside of my cock as she blew me. "It's too bad we don't have time for a little bit more than this," I said.
Stacy took me out of her mouth and said, "Actually, I'm supposed to be running to the store for something I forgot to get this morning. But, I didn't forget it. Just told Troy that I did. So, we do have time for something else."
Stacy stood up and I watched as she undid the buttons on her jeans and started to pull them down, followed by her underwear. She kicked them off her legs as I leaned back on the couch. She climbed onto my lap as I held my cock up, and I inserted my tip into her. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, and we started to kiss as she rolled her hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her.
Ending the kiss, I put my hands on her butt, helping Stacy to move up and down my shaft as she moaned every time she came down on it. "Oh yes, Christopher. You feel so good," she said as I leaned forward and started to kiss her neck. I took my hands off her butt and moved them around to her front, slipping them up her shirt, going under her bra, and cupping her breasts. My entire hand covered her small breasts and I squeezed them as she rode me.
After a couple of minutes, I took my hands out of her shirt and put them back on her butt. With a squeak from Stacy, I stood up off the couch, keeping my cock inside her. I slowly moved her up and down my shaft as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I turned us around and laid her down on the couch, as my cock finally slipped out.
With her help, I slipped right back inside her, gave her a quick kiss before I pushed myself above her and started to slam into her, going hard and fast, listening to her moan as I fucked. Watching her face fill with pleasure as I pounded into her, I could feel my orgasm building up, closing my eyes, and pushing myself as far above her as I could, pulling out to my tip and pushing hard and deep back into her.
With a massive grunt and a moan, I hit my climax, pushing as far into Stacy as I could when I felt the cum starting to shoot out of my cock. Stacy moaned as cum pumped deep into her, pushing her hips up to meet mine.
When I was done, I started to go limp and I pulled out of her. I leaned down and we shared a brief, passionate kiss before I got off her, and we both sat up on the couch. Stacy took a deep breath before standing up and grabbing her underwear and pants. As she pulled them on, she looked at me and said, "So, how are you going to survive on this cruise without me or Lauren around? Gonna try to hook up with Taylor?"
I laughed and said, "Really? She's a little too young for me. Just gonna have to call you as soon as I get home."
"Whatever. With the way Taylor talks about you, its no surprise you're the one they called to come with them," she said, buttoning her jeans back up.
"What's that mean?" I asked, as I stood up and pulled my clothes back on.
"Oh man, you don't know? Taylor talks about you all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to do something with you on the cruise," Stacy said as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me for a hug.
"I doubt it. We're just friends," I said as Stacy hugged me back.
"Sure, sure," Stacy teased as we shared another kiss before we let go of each other and I walked her to the door.
The next morning, I took Taylor out to breakfast, where she helped me start a list of what to pack for the cruise, since it was my first and she had gone on a few. After that conversation finished and we were eating, I asked her, "So, do we need to talk about you and me while we're on this cruise?"
"What do you mean?" She asked with a shy smile on her face.
"You know what I mean," I told her.
"I know. I was just teasing. I do hope that we can get some alone time. And not just for the reasons you're probably thinking. I really do like you, Christopher, and enjoy spending time with you," she said.
"It would be nice if we could. What about your parents?" I asked.
"You scared what my dad will think if he finds us alone?" She asked.
