I’m about to say ‘hi’, when I notice how deep his breathing is. He’s fast asleep.
My smile is slow to build. Almost as slow as my steps as I inch my way back around the end of the trailer. There I put my purse quietly down on the tow-hitch, before stripping off as though my clothes are on fire.
There’ll be no granny panties ruining the mood this time, because while the mattress can wait, I can’t. A quick rummage in my purse, and I’m ready to rejoin him.
I don’t bother with tiptoeing or subterfuge on my return, because my movements hadn’t wakened him earlier. This has me dropping to straddle his sleeping form, my damp core snug against his semi-hard cock.
He’s barely opened his eyes when I shower him with condoms, happy in the knowledge I’ve got enough of the right size to hand.
I have to give Tyler credit, though. He goes from groggy with sleep to awake enough to do justice to those XL condoms, in a flash. A flash that sees him briefly mold my breasts before his large hands trail down my tummy.
On him burying his thumbs inside my curls and pressing hard, I come close to losing it. But not enough that I don’t grab one of the foil packets and rip it open with my teeth.
What follows is poetry in motion with me sliding the condom on and him helping me to rise high enough that I can take his full length in one slow pump of his hips.
As my breath comes in gasps, I have to wonder if condoms come in XXL?
TYLER
Heat! Everywhere there’s heat. From the sun beating down on my skin to Lily pumping up and down on my cock. If anything, her core is hotter than the sun, leaving me in danger of being burned.
It therefore takes me by surprise when a raindrop lands on my face, and then another. I do my best to ignore them, because I’m letting a stupid sun shower interrupt Lily and I going over the edge together.
With this in mind, rather lie there letting Lily help herself. I jerk my hips, burying myself even deeper, and then again, and again. Soon enough my cock explodes in a shower of heat an equal to the sun. Lily, crying out and her womanhood rippling along my length, says I’m not alone.
However, when a cloud passes over and I open my eyes, I see it wasn’t rain that had landed on my face.
“Lily, what’s wrong?”
All I get in response is a vehement shake of her head as she pulls free of me.
While many men would now run for the hills rather than deal with a woman in tears, I’m not one of them. It hadn’t always been this way, but being a dad to a little girl had changed all that for me.
All too often, something would bother Zoe, but she didn’t have the words to tell me what it was. Only by coaxing it out of her was I able to get to the crux of the matter.
And while Lily isn’t a four-year-old, it’s the best I’ve got for understanding females. I’ve got nothing to lose, especially with Lily.
She’s kneeling on the rug next to me, and looking to be ready to stand, when I reach out and rub my hand up and down her arm. “Come on, a problem shared is a problem halved.”
Again, she shakes her head. “It’s nothing. Maybe we shouldn’t…”
My heart drops. For a start, I know it’s not ‘nothing’, it never is. There’s also no avoiding the ‘Maybe we shouldn’t…’
With things moving this quickly, I guess I can understand she might get cold feet. This has me scrambling to think how long ago it was that Alice said the divorce went through, but I come up blank.
Was it months, a year, or only weeks since it’d happened? Am I simply the rebound guy?
I’m still trying to make sense of it, when Lily clambers to her feet and hightails it around the end of the trailer. A lot of rustling and sniffling follows before she reappears, once again dressed in her baggy overalls.
Rather than stay lying on the rug as nature intended, I roll to the side and remove the condom. A moment later and I’m standing and reaching for my clothes. Rather than stay there and watch me dress, she disappears inside the now steady trailer.
A moment later, she fires the bed coverlet through the open door onto the grass. Several ugly floral curtains soon follow. Only when I know I won’t get a face full of soft furnishings, do I step over to the fold-down steps. I’m waiting for her when she exits soon after.
Much as I want to pull her in for a tight hug, I resist. Instead, I rest my hands on her upper arms both to balance myself and stop her from running off.
“Lily, I get that you’re probably having second thoughts, but I want you to know that’s not how I usually operate. That…” I gesture at the rug still lying on the grass, “isn’t my usual ah, hem…”
Only then does she stop staring at the ground and lift her chin to face me. The sadness in her eyes hits me as hard as if it was Zoe and someone had badly hurt her. This time, I don’t fight the desire to pull Lily in for a tight hug.
