Birds fly south for the winter

Rather quicker than Sophie expected, they settled into their new routine now that the ice was truly broken; living separate lives at times, during the day, but otherwise living as a couple. A somewhat unusual couple with the daddy/ daughter, possibly granddaughter at a push, age gap but a couple nonetheless. Living close together, intimate even, despite the lack of direct sexual contact. Sophie continued to let him see her, watch her, naked or in casual states of undress and it created a lovely, but unrequited, sexual tension. She continued to relieve herself at night, prolonging the feelings that built up during the day so that she could sneakily cum, like a guilty schoolgirl, under the covers while the old man that was the object of her affections slept, or listened, close by. It was exquisite.

Out of the blue, he proposed a holiday. Or, rather, to ‘winter in the Indian Ocean’ as he put it. Sophie jumped at the chance: she loved the sun, liked the sun kissed look of her body, but moreover disliked the English winter and the inherent months of cold and wet with layers of jumpers. He had located a holiday village with apartments right on the beach. The idea was that everything stay the same except they would be transported to an idyllic sunny location for the next 6 months.

Which **** an issue in Sophie’s mind. They’d discussed sexual health and contraception on occasion, making her feel uneasily like being interrogated by her Dad; it took her back to being 16 all over again. She was on the pill but was not particularly happy with her current prescription and had been planning to see her GP anyway but, by coincidence they had discussed increased use of condoms; not for his sake, since they had no direct sexual contact, rather because of her current level of sexual activity, which had increased since he had taken an interest in her love life. He liked hearing the details of her sexual exploits, which were now more frequent and more lurid and suggested that increased protection might be an idea. ‘In the nicest possible way’. So with 6 months abroad ahead of her, she elected to forego the GP surgery and resort to more traditional methods.

The flight was quite long, at 11 hours, but bearable. Sophie snuggled up to him on the flight for warmth more than anything, but it was comforting as well. She rested her head on his chest as she dozed, drifting in and out of sleep. Plane flights are rarely comfortable and sometimes her head slipped down his body and she smiled thinking how nice it would be to rest her head in his lap, his hand resting on her head. How easy it would be to unzip him beneath the travel blankets, slide his cock from his boxers, slip her mouth over the end, form her lips into a tight O and, with small movements back and forth make his old cock hard in her young mouth. Heat between her legs as she daydreamed of her head bobbing up and down beneath the covers, his hand grasping a handful of her hair as she felt him tense suddenly and ejaculate into her soft, warm mouth. It made her feel like masturbating there and then but she consoled herself with her dirty thoughts and his warm chest beneath her cheek.

The subsequent car journey was tiring and frightening given the state of the roads and the general lack of road safety. Sophie cuddled up to her man and closed off the dark outside world. She squeezed tightly on her hand between her thighs as she indulged in sordid thoughts and imagined the release that awaited her.

When they checked in, you could see the consternation on the hotel staff’s eyes as they tried to fathom the relationship of the couple booking in. Their names were different on their passports which, coupled with the age difference and the shared apartment, posed the question: step daughter? granddaughter? Lover? They didn’t satisfy their curiosity, rather Sophie played up to it with the adoring look she gave him and the way she covered his hand with hers as they received the room keys. Obvious affection that caused more sideways, uncomfortable, glances among the staff.

On the golf buggy to the beach house apartment, Sophie cuddled up close again in the night air, her head on his shoulder, looking up at the stars and holding his hand. She was sure the driver would report this back to his colleagues and it pleased her sense of devilment.

The buggy departed, their luggage deposited without a word spoken, just curious glances from the driver, weighing them up. Left to their own devices, he swung open the apartment door and Sophie nearly died. It was fabulously appointed with a queen sized bed, open lounge area and luxury bathroom. One whole wall was given over to sliding glass that looked out over the ocean which was but 50 yards away across soft white sand illuminated by pale moonlight. She couldn’t help herself and squealed in delight, running into the room and leaping up onto the bed, bouncing up and down like a child! She looked back at him. The smile on his face said It all.

They decided to unpack in the morning and take to bed. There was one obvious change to their previous arrangement. One bedroom. One bed. Sophie didn’t mind but wondered about the dynamic and deliberately took her time in the bathroom, pondering her options as she peed, her elbows braced on her thighs, deep in thought. When she returned to the bedroom she realised she needn’t have worried, he was already in bed. It was amazing how much they communicated with not a word spoken. He smiled at her. She fixed her eyes on his as she stood before him and pulled her dress slowly off over her head. Braless, as usual, in just her cool cotton panties, her tiny breasts stood proud before his gaze. She returned the smile and, as he lifted the cover, accepted the invitation, slipping onto the cold cotton sheets and snuggling up to his big warm body. It was comforting. Safe. Sensuous. PShe felt herself drifting away to sleep in his strong arms. But one image that burned in her mind as she did so was of the big cock, swollen hard, that she had seen as the covers had been raised.