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Frustrated by the lockdown

This Covid nonsense hit at a very inconvenient time, but it turned out to have a few fringe benefits for me. I was in NYC with my boss doing a presentation when the lockdowns started. We managed to get flights back to Florida before things got really sticky, but the day after we got back, his wife was not feeling well. As it turned out, she tested positive for Covid. So did her daughter. So did I. Us youngsters were still feeling OK, but Joan had enough of a chest cold to take her off her feet. Since John still tested clean, he decided to have me stay in quarantine with his wife & daughter at their estate in Wellington while he & the other company officers set up a temporary command center on the company yacht. Since the house staff tested clean, they ended up on the yacht with John & the boys.

I had taken care of Joan a few other times, mostly when she had hit the bottle a little too hard at a party, like driving her home last New Years eve. Occasionally, I had to help her figure out something silly, like how to get her phone to connect to the blue tooth in her car or some little thing like that.

She was actually a very nice woman & was generally appreciative that I was taking time away from other things to help her. Her daughter Samantha, I had just met for the first time on the NYC trip. It was funny, I had seen her by the hotel pool & chatted her up a bit, then Joan walked up & introduced us. It was one of those priceless moments that you just couldn’t script if you tried, but it worked out OK. The chatting up hadn’t gone too far yet.

So here I was, in Wellington, at an equestrian estate, quarantined with two other people, one of whom was not feeling that great & both of whom were related to my boss. It didn’t seem that promising, but fate has a way of throwing a twist at you every now & then.

Joan was actually fairly easy to take care of. I had to bring her chicken soup a couple of times a day. She liked a scone & tea for breakfast. I had to meter out her medication. I made sure that clean linens, towels & night gowns were readily available for her. Mostly, she slept for the first 4 or 5 days. Then she started to feel better.

Samantha, on the other hand, was not at all happy about being confined to quarters. She was young. She was feisty. She felt fine & she wanted to go out. Unfortunately for her, the cars were locked in the garage & only I had the keys. She was stuck there & she was not happy about it.

At first, Samantha blamed me for forcing her to stay there. Then she tried to charm me into letting her have the keys to one of the cars. When that didn’t work, she went off in a huff & didn’t talk to me for two days. But eventually, she seemed to resign to the situation & make the best of it. By day 4, she was starting to do a little sun bathing in the courtyard. It was my first opportunity to get a look at what she had been hiding under those Lilly Pullitzers. It turns out that she likes to get an all over tan, so all the goods were on display. She had a knockout body. Every inch was firm & toned. Her curves looked dangerous. Her nipples were pert like erasers. …& she was confirmed to be a natural red head. The curtains matched the dr*pes. Her pale alabaster skin only withstood short periods of time in the strong Florida sun, so the tempting displays seldom lasted much more than half an hour, but it was a very enjoyable half an hour. I could feel the swelling between my legs each time she laid out.

On day 8 of the quarantine, Joan almost caught me sitting in the bleachers, watching the show. She had been feeling so much better, that she decided to come down to the kitchen to get something herself rather than bother me about it. I herd her at the base of the stairs just in time & grabbed a dish rag, pretending to be wiping down the (already clean) dishes.

Joan said that she was feeling so much better that she wanted to get out & get some fresh air. It wasn’t until then that I noticed she was wearing a very revealing translucent robe, rather than the heavy terry cloth robe that she had been using during her convalescence. Beneath it she had a thong & skimpy bikini top. She had to be approaching her 50’s, but she was still in fantastic shape. She had the body of a model & she knew it. She asked me to set up a lounge chair out in the court yard. When I looked out the window, in that direction, I was relieved to see that Samantha had already gone in. The coast was clear.

I set up a chair for her to lay out on. Grabbed a towel & grabbed the brand of sunscreen that she had insisted on bringing to the boat every time she went out on it. She came out, disrobed & asked me to apply some lotion. I did as she asked. She laid on her stomach & undid her top, so that I could get a fully even coat of sunscreen on her. She pulled her thong all the way up as well. Then she asked me to get her a Belini, to celebrate her recovery. She told me to pour something for myself as well.

Since John is a scotch guy, he had a pretty good selection of single malts. I decided to dabble in a Balavine on the rocks. I poured that & mixed the Belini. I brought them out. Joan looked up, smiled, & said thank you as she took the drink from my hand. She clinked glasses & said Cheers, then took a firm sip & shuddered a little as she said “that tastes soo good. I haven’t had one of those in more than a week.”. She then slugged it back & asked me to get her another. I took a second sip of my scotch & did as was requested. This time I found a bigger glass. When I brought it out to her, she made a joke about me trying to get her drunk, then laughed it off. We chatted a bit as she sipped on her second drink. When she was about half way though it, she flipped over & asked me to put lotion on her breasts. This was the cross roads for me. My next move would decide the direction that the rest of the quarantine would take. I paused a few seconds, then reached for the sunscreen. I also took another slug of the scotch.

As I should have expected, she wanted me to spend plenty of time rubbing the lotion into her breasts. She then indicated that other parts needed lotion too, as she indicated the area of her g-string. I hesitated for a second, then said what the hell & went for it. She grabbed my hand & worked it inside her little piece of butt floss. My fingers ran across her silky wetness. She was freshly shaved. She had obviously planned this. There was no more pretense. She reached for my belt & opened my pants up, then dropped them to the ground. She instructed Kick them aside, & said You’re not going to need those for a while. The next thing I knew, a well toned & well oiled body was hugging up against me & kissing me feverously. She took my dick in her hand & stroked it feverishly. She achieved her desired result. It was hard in no time. The next thing I knew, she was on her back with her legs spread, with that glistening little jewel in the middle beckoning to me, to dive right in. Dive I did. I plunged into her like I was a high school kid again. I hit bottom on the first stroke, as she kicked her head back & let out a loud groan. She grabbed my ass & held me inside her for what seemed like minutes, as she wiggled back & fourth. It felt like the tip of my dick was being worked back & forth against her cervix of something. It felt really good.

Apparently that was her foreplay & eventually she had enough of it. At that point, she released her grip on my ass just yelled at me to fuck her hard. So I did. I entered her from above, below, the right, the left, and just banged her straight on, then started the whole process all over again.

When she finally squirted, I figured that she was done, but no, that was just time to start round two, which was the slow & careful version of fucking, because after her orgasm, everything was now very sensitive. I had to pick my way thought very carefully, paying special attention to not bump her clit directly. Eventually she came again from a G-spot massage, then again from running my finger around the outside of her clit as I blew gently on the sensitive little pea between her labia. After that, she was ready for a shower, then some more bed rest. She had scratched that itch that she needed to scratch, but she was not yet back to full strength, so it was going to be nap time for her for the next several hours.

I needed a shower too, so I headed over to another bathroom that was just off the courtyard & grabbed a quick one. When I stepped out to grab a towel I was surprised to see Samantha sitting on the toilet seat, naked, with her legs spread & a vibrator in her honey pot. She looked up at me & said, You didn’t think you were going to get off with just fucking my mom did you? I’ve been stuck here for over a week too. You better have something left for me because this little plastic play toy just isn’t doing the job. I need the dong of King Kong & I see what you are packing.

I hesitated a little, then she dropped the big bomb. She said, If you don’t get me off, I am going to tell my dad that you would not fuck me when I needed it but you did fuck his wife. How do you think that is going to go over? At this point, there was little point in even thinking of some kind of “right thing” to do. It was time to fuck the living snot out of a spoiled rotten little red head from hell with an attitude. Her mom had enjoyed a hard fucking, so I figured that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree & this mouthy little ginger would probably benefit from the same thing.

I dropped the towel, walked straight over to her. Shoved three fingers into her already swollen slot, felt around for the little lima bean that hides about 3” inside & gave that a few 3-finger tuggs in gentle succession. As I continued, I knew that I had hit gold. Her body started going limp as her head fell back & her mouth fell open. Her juices ran down my fingers. It was then that I picked her up by those three fingers & set her ass on the counter next to the sink. She looked horrified & surprised as I made that unexpected move. I then dove my head down between her thighs & went to work like a hungry dog that had just found a bone. I ate her for a full half an hour, until she was screaming Fuck me damn it, just fuck me already. I did. I dove into her the same way that I had dove into her mom a couple of hours earlier. It was glorious. She had that firm tightness that a 20-something girl has & she was oh so wet. Fucking her was like a ride to heaven. When I got to the point where I could not hold off the orgasm much longer, I pulled out & just rubbed my shaft against her outer labia, which was still extremely lubed. Eventually, I shot across her belly & actually got some in her hair. She didn’t seem to care. She went down on me with enthusiasm that I can’t even describe. She took me down her throat & sucked a second load out of me before skipping off to the showers herself. It was then that I noticed Joan standing in the doorway, wearing that same skimpy robe, but this time with nothing underneath. She gave me a round of applause, then said to shower up & come meet her in her bedroom. If I still had anything left inside me, it was going to be play time again.

We had another week left in that quarantine & I have to say that I almost never came up for air. Those two kept me Very busy. I’m going to miss that quarantine.