Page 36 of SEAL'S Baby Surprise
She makes a little growly sound in her throat, then reluctantly says, “Okay.”
She reaches up and gets the sprayer, and showers us both, making a production of spraying down between our fronts.
As soon as the water is off, I reach over and open the door, careless of whether water spills out onto the carpet. Let it. I’m tired of that carpet anyway.
I want to pick Lee up and let her wrap her legs around me, but neither the door nor the hallway is wide enough for that. I ease her off my lap and push her gently out the door. When she tries to turn and trap me in the bath, I turn her around and smack her lightly across her wet backside with my wet hand.
That sends her running down the hall to my bed. She jumps on it, making the whole van shimmy, and spreads herself out like a starfish.
I hurry after her, pausing only long enough to pull a condom out of the storage compartment at the door. My hands are shaking with nerves and eagerness. I can scarcely get the thing out of its wrapper and rolled down over my erect member.
By the time I get it on, Lee is pressing back against the mattress with her arms, legs wide open, tilting her pelvis so that her pussy is open and inviting me in.
I want to plunge in like a plowman into fertile soil, but I make myself slow down. I hover over her, like I’m doing a push up, then I ease into her.
She is warm and tight, and I can feel the moisture from her pussy on my balls. She is so eager; she nearly loses me as she tries to take all of me at once. I brace myself on my knees and one arm so I can have a hand free to help guide all the parts.
Then we are together, and we catch our rhythm. Her shy laughter turns into moans and pants, and I’m more than a little bit excited about that. Lee is so responsive, and every time I move, she seems to love it.
I wanted everything to be good for her, and it’s clear she likes it.
I only hope it’s real.
Then I lose myself in her. I’m hanging on, holding off because I want to hear her come before I do. But holy . . . she’s so good, so sweet, so willing . . . She wraps those muscular legs around me, and I’m trapped. But I don’t want to be released, I want to just keep on going and going . . .
Then Lee’s eyes go kind of distant, and she lets out a squeak that sounds like she’s swallowed a scream, and her vagina, legs, and arms all squeeze around me at once. It’s just too much, and I explode inside her.
We continue to move for a moment or two after, reveling in the continued sensation and the little aftershocks. We hold each other as if we are the only people in the universe. For a little while, it is true. We are all there is.
Then my shoulders start to cramp up from keeping my weight off her, and she says, “Austin, I’m sorry but I got to pee.”
I laugh and slide off her, moving to one side. When she comes back, I go use the bathroom. When I return, she says, “Now I want another shower.”
“We emptied the reservoir,” I say. “I’ll have to go refill it.”
“Okay,” she says. “I can wait.”
“It’s going to be cold,” I warn.
“That’s okay, too,” she says. “I’d rather be cold than sticky.”
I laugh, get out of bed, pull on my shorts and go to the outside hydrant to turn on the hose to fill the water reservoir.
As I round the back end of the van, I see movement up near the dumpsters that are to one side of the path to the village.
Then, almost out of nowhere, Ark bursts on the scene, baying as if he were a hound on the trail of a hot scent. A man bolts from the dumpsters, running as if his life depends on it. Ark starts to sprint after him.
“Ark! Heel!” I yell. Obediently, Ark trots back to me, and takes up position at my side. Even so, he continues to growl and fuss.
All up and down the residential row, lights are turning on, people are hopping out with flashlights, trying to discover what is going on. I would have given a dollar or two to know that myself. Ark had run off intruders before but had never reacted to one the way he is behaving now.
Lee comes out of the van, a bathrobe wrapped around her. “What happened, Austin? What upset Ark?”
“I don’t know,” I say, straining my eyes against the darkness. “Can you go get my big flashlight off the kitchen counter?”
“Sure,” she says, ducking back into the van. A moment or two later, she returns, flashlight in hand. “What happened? What set Ark off?”
“I’m not sure,” I say. “Why don’t you duck back into the van while I check it out?”
