Jocelyn extracts herself slowly from the mosh pit of arms and legs. She slips into a silky sheer robe and quietly wanders up to the aft deck of the Loosy-Loo. The night air is solemn, wafting in the slight breeze. The moon throws interesting shadows as well as revealing secrets. The most exciting of those causes her to hitch her breath.
Slowly she pads her way along the rail to study the form sprawled in the padded lounger. Her hand covers her mouth as she emits a stifled sigh. Her hand covers her heart as it beats rapidly, a series of tears overloading her eyes and they run down her cheek. She reaches out her hand gently stroking his hair. She sniffs quietly, trying to hold back the tears, then leans down and tenderly kisses Jack on the lips.
Jack stirs, waking to the sweet sensation of delicious soft lips against his. He responds by inhaling deeply, absorbing the sweet scent of the young beauty that is sensually assaulting him. Reaching up to encircle her neck with one hand, the other around her waist, he pulls her down onto his lap. He kisses her hard, pressing his lips against hers, sending a message as to how much he has missed holding, kissing, and making love to her.
She chokes up, crying tears of happiness, breaking off the kiss and tightly hugging him, her tears running down his cheek and neck.
"Jack," she sobs. "I've missed you. I'm so happy you are here!"
Jack holds the sobbing woman tightly, softly kissing her forehead and cheeks. He wipes her tears and whispers to her.
"It's ok baby girl. I'm here now. I do enjoy the way you welcome me home sugar!"
She laughs a bit and looks him in the eyes.
"I know this is silly but Jack, but I just find it hard to relax when I don't know where you are or when I will see you again."
With that said, she stands and slips the robe off her shoulders. She unbuckles his pants, pulling them off his legs. Straddling him she, she lowers herself on top of him, pinning his hard cock between their bellies. Her nipples are hard, enhanced by the cool breeze, they bore into his chest as she softly grinds against him. She looks into his eyes and speaks.
"Fuck me, Jack! I need to feel you inside me right now! I want to feel you cum inside me baby!"
Jack's resting heart rate spikes and his cock throbs crazy. He lifts her up by the hips and lowers her wet dripping pussy slowly onto his cock. The feeling of parting her sweet folds, sliding half his length in her, causes them both to gasp and kiss hard, teetering on mean and vicious.
Jocelyn slides her knees up by his waist. Sitting up so she can ride him in her sensual way. She slowly rocks her hips and raises her ass, sliding all but the head of his cock outside her. She then drives down hard, impaling her juicy hole on his rigid staph. Her breath escapes her throat in the form of a deep guttural moan. She grinds hard against him and repeats the motions again and again, manically thrusting her pussy out of crazed desire as well as sending him a message as to her lust to use him as well as her devious needs to have him use her.
The act is nothing, but raw sex disguised as a pleasurable welcome back. Jack doesn't care at this point. This outrageously gorgeous young woman is working him in the most salacious way. His hands rise to her tits, cupping them, his thumbs depressing her firm buttons. Jocelyn covers his hands with hers, gouging them with her nails. She moans and continuously calls his name, having an out of body experience. She clamps her pussy around his cock and thrusts like a twenty-dollar whore.
She screams, Cumming hard, shaking, vibrating, flooding his cock with her slippery sauce. Jack watches her eyes as she shudders and squirms. He is fascinated with her sensual display of erotic pleasure. His balls erupt, dictating the pump to start and it does with gusto. The streams of warm thick cum flood her tight cavern, so much so that the tight seal of her lips around his cock breaches, coating them both in their warm mixture.
Jocelyn collapses on top of him. Their sweat mixing with the morning dew and they lay together, panting, slowly caressing each other's bodies. Jack thinks of Layla, the older version of Jocelyn. Chuckling to himself.
