Chapter 3 & 4 Intermission 3: Professional Snuggles [WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL DEPICTIONS]

[Ray of Meep]

[WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL DEPICTIONS]

Coauthored by Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior

???? A.D., Twelve hours after the raid on Gluck

Aboard Daheim One

Juan had spent the rest of the day in his room, as was his custom. More often than not after a mission he would stay in his room and recuperate both physically and mentally. Play some video games, read a bit, and more recently try to build some sort of Curriculum of Badassery for Jacob, mostly just training with his firearm, and maybe some added self defense down the line. In this particular instance he sat him his bed as evening rolled into night, and he decided he would watch a stupid movie for the sake of laughing at something. This had worked before, and he knew it would work now, even if he didn’t have popcorn handy, and felt too lazy to go get some from somewhere.

Halfway through the flick, and stretched and stood, grabbing a drink from his mini fridge. He had not been expecting anyone. He had spent time thinking about Joan’s words from the mission, but had decided that she was perhaps just keeping the mood light in view of being down a teammate. So he had no idea of what walked down the hallway towards him at the very second.

“ ‘ey Juan?” A voice at the door asked. Speak of the devil. “Mind if ah come in?” She asked knocking enough to get his attention.

Juan looked surprised at the door, but smiled. Was she actually coming for what she had asked for? No way. Must need a cup of space sugar. He opened the door and smiled at her. “Joan! Come on in, I was just goofing off.”

Joan smiled meekly, holding up a bag of popcorn. “Ah was wonderin if ya were still good wif… uh… What we ‘alked bout?” She asked, looking into Juan’s room. “So… Dis is where ya in Jacob ‘ang out when yer not at da range, eh?” She asked, slipping past Juan and looking around. She was wearing a loose thin strapped tanktop and some simple pajama bottoms. “Ah ‘ope ah’m not intruding,” She added, looking at Juan a little worried.

Juan smiled, himself only wearing a surprisingly baggy shirt and sweatpants. “Not at all! I’m glad to have the company!” He closed the door, and set his drink down. “This is the bachelor pad, yeah. I’ve got enough video games to keep any child entertained, even more so myself.” He looked at her bashfully for a second, before asking, “So you were serious then? About the professional snuggles?”

“More aftah we ‘ad ta kiss fer our obsessed friend,” Joan smiled, setting the popcorn down and absentmindedly bending over and picking up some clothes. “It was more den a playful fought ah was considerin, den Bee ‘ad us kiss, in ah ‘ad ta be a bit ‘onest wif meself. Ah felt bettah aftah,” She said, looking at the clothes in her hands and frowning. “Sorry, ‘abit,” She added, setting them down neatly, looking back at Juan.

He smiled, and started walking around and putting clothes up. “That’s adorable. My bad, I had sort of convinced myself that you were joking.” He moved quickly, everything had a place, but it looked as though it was rare for some things to make it there. “Well I’m more than willing if you are, especially considering you’re sober this time.” A thought struck him, and he turned to look at her. “The kids alright too? I know you wouldn’t have just left them, I just hope they’re well.”

“The dusties are fine,” Joan said, awkwardly smiling as she picked a few more things up to help Juan out. “Ah’m sober, in ya dun ‘ave ta worry bout da mess. Ah’m just a mum, is like breavin fer me tah pick up cloves when I sees dem,” She said, grabbing Juan’s hand to stop him from cleaning anymore. “Yer room. If ah dun like it, ah kin evah clean it mahself, er leave,” She said, standing in front of him. It wasn’t hard to tell she wasn’t wearing anything else but the pajamas, and the shirt was struggling. “Ah know da rules of a mans ‘ouse, don’t worry so much,” She smiled brightly.

He smiled back, and looked down at his hand with hers on it. “I know the sentiment, I’ve been in a family before. Can’t blame you for it, not after being a mother for so long. Uh, you being a mother, not me. I would be a terrible mother.” He looked back at her. “Care to see a movie? You seem to have the popcorn.”

“Ah git yer meaning,” Joan said, shaking her head and shooing Juan over to the bed. “Sit down, set somefing up ya like? Ah nevah got much chance tah see a bachelors taste in movies or nuffing,” She said, going to the in wall kitchenette and preparing the popcorn, not that it took very much. “Ah’m serious, whatevah ya would watch wifout me ‘ere, put it on,” She added, crossing her arms under her breasts, the worn fabric stretching a little.

Juan does his best to not notice the worn fabric hiding so much across her chest, instead looking through his collection of movies. “Are you sure? You are the guest after all. I usually watch something stupid, for stupid’s sake, something funny either be design or by just being that bad.”

“Ah’m bein serious!” Joan teasingly scolded crossing her arms. “We kin watch mah movies if’n ya evah make it tah my room, in da’s usually Mandy’s cartoons fer da most part,” She said, looking back at the timer. “Why does dis popcorn always seem tah take ferevah?” She asked, reaching up and letting her hair loose, wrapping two hair ties around her wrist as she did.

“I don’t know, I always seem to lightly burn it when I try.” Juan picked a cheesy movie, something easy to just watch and be with people you liked, the company elevating the work far beyond what it was really worth. “I haven’t watched a movie with other people in a small group in ages.”

“Well, den put it on in get comfortable den,” Joan said starting to bounce a little impatiently on the spot, the rest of her body following suit before the popcorn finally beeped and she could pull it out of the microwave. She then walked over and turned off the lights, waiting for Juan to get on the bed.

Juan set the computer to play the movie, and watched Joan bounce. Not her body, just her. “That was adorable.” He sat on the bed as if it were a chair, facing the screen, grabbing his drink on the way.

Joan looked at Juan, then frowned. “Are we seriously gonna sit like dat?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Juan looked to her, then to the bed, before turning and laying down salaciously, facing up at her. “Wanna draw me like one of your French girls?”

“Ah can’t draw,” Joan smiled in the dark, before sitting and leaning against Juan, scooting down just a little so he could look over her shoulder. “But ah kin cuddle ya like… Ah dun know where ah was goin wif dat…” She laughed quietly, looking at the computer screen. “Dun be shy. Git comfor’able, yeah?” She asked, turning her head to look up at him.

Juan chuckled at his own joke, and adjusted his position to provide her a better back rest. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said, reaching for popcorn and snagging some. “I believe the saying is ‘Cuddle like a satisfied Spaniard,’ though that may be biased.”

Joan nodded her head, settling down a little more and watching the movie. Aside from the occasional comment at the movie, things were going fine, but Joan didn’t seem all that into the movie. She squirmed a lot, and while she tried to make in innocuous, Juan could see she was looking up at him. Finally, once the popcorn was done, Joan sat up and look at Juan. “Ah wanna see what ya watch when yer feelin all… Randy,” She said, her voice teasin. “Do ya mind?”

Juan widens his eyes, and chuckles. “Randy? I guess I don’t mind, not really.” He grabbed the remote and flipped to his other folder, not the erotic one, but the one with the movies that the rating system looked at in contempt. “Excuse my ignorance but are talking casually randy or… literally porn?”

“Ah’m talking ya need a J Arfah for bed,” She said, grinning slyly. “Come on, we was lookin at it on dat mission once, in ya already sorta know wha ah use,” She added, looking up at Juan. “Ah promise ah won’ tell on ya or nuffin.”

Juan sighed, but nodded. “Well, prepare to either never respect me again or become horny. We are accepting the risks.”

 

[Ray of Meep]

“No judgement,” Joan promised. “Was da wors’ ya could ‘ave? MILF sluts in space?” She asked cheekily, moving so Juan could get to the computer.

He laughed nervously, and started flipping through the files. “Well… not always. I have varied tastes.” Looking through his collection, it was varied, though it seemed that recently the focus had been on women with larger breasts than average. “This feels like a weird relationship tactic, if I remember from the last time I tried a relationship, this is the stuff you never want them seeing.”

Joan pointed at one of the newer options. “Ah wanna see dat one,” She said, leaning over to read the title. “Ah wanna see ‘ow my bristols compare. Tah be ‘onest, I… Uh… I may ‘ave been pretty stupid for joinin da military, so none o’ dis surprises me,” She said, sitting up. “Come on, play it.”

Juan felt the heat flush his face, and he clicked play. “This is a bad idea.” The video began with no warning, not meant to have some weird plot leading up to it, just carnal pleasure of a large breasted woman with light brown hair being taken from behind. Not designed to ever count as entertainment in any medium whatsoever, just as something to focus a man’s attention and lend a body to their imaginations in their private times.

Joan watched quietly for several minutes, seemingly unfazed by what was unfolding in front of her. “ ‘es ‘avin a bit o’ fun wif ‘er, ain’t ‘e?” She asked, looking at Juan. “She’s pre’ay too,” She added, leaning in a little better. “Ah’d say, uncanny match, bout two years ago,” She added, looking at Juan with a smile. “‘Oo ‘as a beh’ah set o’ tits dough?”

Juan looked at her, and then back to the video, and seemed to consider it with an embarassed chuckle. “By sheer proximity, yours. They’re just closer, makes me care about them more.”

“Das it?” Joan asked, sounding a little disappointed, looking at the video again. “Ah fink ya dun ‘ave enough tah go on,” She said, pulling her arms out of her shirt, and pulling it down, revealing her chest and looking down at herself. “Come on, ‘ave a gander,” She said, turning to face Juan, smile still on her face. “Ah can at leas’ say mine are still real,” She added.

Juan breathed deeply as he looked down at the bed out of shyness and surprise. He took a moment before he looked up and appraised her breasts, a nervous smile on his face. “Uh, well in my professional opinion, yours are much better.”

“Juan,” Joan said, leaning forward and hitting the space bar, stopping the video before getting up. “Ah’m not upse’ dat she looks like me,” She said, walking across the room and turning on the lights. “Ah fink it’s fla’erin actually,” She said, turning back around and pulling the shirt off. “And dere ain’t a drop of alcohol in me,” She added, hugging herself, which did more to frame her chest than anything. “Didn’t even sniff da stoppah,” She said, walking up to the bed and standing over him. “Drop da professional, and put a ‘and on me, ah won’t bite…” She said, bending over so she was face to face with him. “Unless ya ask…”

Juan took a deep breath, and knew there would never be a better time to channel the Spaniard. He stood up with a smile, and put his right hand to her right breast. “Alright, unprofessional snuggles it is.” He chuckled, and set his other hand to her remaining breast, as he stared into her eyes. “Tell me when you want me to stop.”

“One rule,” Joan said, running a hand up under his shirt, then down his pants. “Dis isn’t gonna meet anyfing below my belt, got it?” She asked. He could feel her heart pounding in his hand as her breathing got quicker. “Ovah den dat, ‘ave fun,” She whispered, before kissing him. The gloves, or in this case, the clothes, were off and she let him have it in that kiss.

Juan had little time to state his affirmation to her conditions before her mouth was on his, and he leaned into the kiss with a heavy amount of tongue as his hands explored her sizable mounds of chest flesh. Filled with passion, but perhaps even more so in such a clash of pent up sexual energy that is was cathartic to lock mouths in such a manner. He gave a playful growl as he played with her tits, tongue darting in and out of her mouth as the carnal kiss continued.

Joan didn’t move to stop it, but when she did, it was to push him down on the bed. At some point during the kiss she had pulled down her pants, standing at the edge of the bed, face flushed as she panted, looking down at him. “ ‘ow does it look?” She asked, breathing a little faster after the question. That little bit of image doubt from the obvious scar starting to settle in. “Yer da first man ta see me wifout cloves in a while… Ah ‘ope ah compare tah da twists in dem videahs ya watch…” She panted, running a hand through Juan’s hair. “Where does ya want me ta go?”

Juan breathed heavily, heart pounding in his chest and erection fighting against his sweatpants in a rage against confinement. He smiled up at her, his hands moving to remove his shirt. “You look magnificent Joan, and you’re making the one rule hard to follow.” He chuckled, and looked her over, smiling in a lusty manner. “The vids can’t even compare. I haven’t gotten this far in a bit with someone I gave a damn about.” His hands started stroking her body, starting from her shoulders to her ass, feeling it in its glory. “I barely know where to start.”

Joan let out a slight whimper as his hands trailed down her body, and she rested her hands on his as they stopped on her ass. “Does ya like it?” She asked, moving his hands off and turning around, looking at him from over her shoulder. She placed his hands right back, and bit her lip. “One fing dat seemed tah tickle da fancy of men when ah was youngah, was da fact ah could do somefing,” She said, her hands staying firmly on his. “But ah’ll only do it, if ya follow da rule, cause it’ll be a struggle…” She offered.

Juan gazed at her body from the back, no less stunning to him than it was before. “Hey, it’s still in the sweatpants, it can’t do anything in there but demand attention.”

“Ah’ll see tah dat,” Joan said, keeping herself in Juan’s grip as she slowly bent at the waist. “When ah show ya wha wai’in will getcha,” She teased. Joan, was quite flexible, and was easily able to bend over far more then she had shown before, leaving herself quite exposed. He could see, very quickly, if it weren’t for the rule, he’d be able to slide into her without the slightest bit of struggle before she got back up, wiggling her hips as she did, turning back around to face him. “Does ya git da idea?” She asked, bending down and setting her hands on his legs to look at him. “Play nice, in ya’ll ‘ave dat wrapped around yer cock by monfs end…” She whispered.

Juan sat sunned, unable to do much for now but appreciate the body before him. “Months end? Lucky for you Cowboy, I can be very patient when the reward is good enough.” His hands went to her breasts again, and he whispered into her ear. “I guess I need to earn it though, huh Cowboy?”

“Ah fink,” Joan said, one hand grabbing his waistband and lifting it up and over his erection. “Ah’ve got a differen idea,” She said, leaning forward and kissing his neck, her fingers running over his length. “Ya know, we’ve got a ‘ole buncha words fer dis,” She said, continuing to kiss and lick his neck. “Mah favorite… Ah used it in our chat da ovah day,” She said, putting some more weight on him, and slipping down to her knees. “Ya said ‘e needed attention ya?” She asked, leaning down and planting a kiss on the tip, looking up at him as she did.

Juan breathed deeply in preparation, running his hands through her hair in turn. “It could certainly use it, yes, it was wanting attention since you walked in.” He looked down at her, his member clearly above average when not confined to the darkness of the sweatpants, and he smiled. “God you’re beautiful.”

“Ah’m glad ya fink so,” Joan smiled, leaning down and running her tongue along his length from base to tip, closing her eyes a moment as if just enjoying the moment. “Bin too long since ah ‘ad tah deal wif somefing like dis…” She panted, giving him another kiss, which quickly turned into her slowly enveloping him into her mouth, not going too far, but pulling back with a steady suction, purring all the while.

Juan’s right hand gripped her hair gently, while his left hand gripped the bed sheets as his length was tended to by someone else for the first time in a long time. “Holy shit…” He chuckles. “Can I assume you’ve done this a lot?”

Joan looked up at him, shrugged, and pushed herself back down, trying to slide even further. He could see her start to strain, but nothing concerning for reaching the half way mark. She had her left hand around his waist, and her right hand hung in front of her body as she went back down. She could feel her start to squirm, a pitched, but muffled whimper escaping her voice as she worked herself over while working him over. This time, though, when she went down, she tried to go all the way, body lurching as she pulled herself back up, panting loudly. Juan could see strings of saliva connecting her lips to his length as she coughed. “Fuck…” She gasped, trying to stop herself from coughing. “ ‘aven’t felt dat in near fifteen years,” She groaned.

 

[Ray of Meep]

Juan couldn’t help but feel his body shiver, hands gripping the sheets as he panted. “Glad to… glad to help you relive the glory days!” He chuckled to himself, his cock throbbing with need after being tended to for a short amount of time. “Oh fuck, Joan, you’re a master at this.”

“Dun call me a mastah till I git ya off,” She said, wrapping her hand around his length, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip. Right before she started again though, she gave him a flat tongued lick, then looked up at him. “If ah git ya off dough, ya won’t leave meh ‘ere all bovvahed, eh?” She asked, her fingers slowly massaging the tip of his cock. “Cause ah fink ah kin do ovah fings if’n ya want,” She smiled.

Juan stroked her hair, petting her head. “I’ll tend to you afterwards Cowboy. I can’t have all the fun, you need to be taken care of too.”

“Alright,” Joan said, wrapping her lips around his length, her hand still working. She let her tongue and hand do most of the work, before stopping again, forgetting something. “Yer gonna warn me yeah?” She asked, her hand still working as she looked at him.

“Of course,” he scoffed playfully at the notion, even as he panted with delight. “I’m not a barbarian.”

Joan nodded, getting back to work, slowly working her tongue around him, stroking his length with a hand, letting everything build for a little. The only time she moved her hands was to rest her breasts on him, looking at him coyly as she nestled his cock between them, going back to her attention. Though, before he knew it, her thumb and finger had made a tight ring around him, and her head bobbed up and down quickly. The pattern of finger lips tongue, forward and back over his cocktip fast and unyielding, his cock penetrating her mouth rapidly over ad over again, the wet sucking and slurping starting to fill the room.

Juan leaned back on the bed, writhing in pleasure, hands gripping the sheets as he avoided holding her by her head. He panted and mumbled in pleasure, and his body soon faced the end of it’s rope, worn down by the relentless sexual attack. “Ghhh, Joan, I’m fucking close you fox, do what you will with that.”

She certainly didn’t stop, and what followed could only be described as a plan gone wrong. Joan, moved down moving her hands, then sucked all the way back. She was midway up as Juan finally popped, shooting the first string of cum into her mouth, which made her jerk back, the subsequent shots getting across her face and chest as she whined out, fanning her hands quickly in that all to familiar sign of discomfort, but she calmed down a little, starting to paw around for something, her eyes closed due to Juan’s finish getting in them.

Juan’s eyes almost rolled back into his head as he finished, panting as the world went white for a second, before looking up from his lying position and looking at Joan. “I’m sorry, I thought I warned you, but that might have been in my head.” He grabbed a bit of loose sheet and handed it to her, putting it in her hand.

Joan shook her head, letting out a sigh, then swallowing, shuddering a little as she did. She then wiped her face, and let her tongue hang out of her mouth a little as she pulled in breaths. “Ah nevah really liked dat,” She said, continuing to clean her face. “Swallowin, not like, stuff on me or nuffin. Jus’ nevah got used ta da feel o it in ma mouf,” She said, focusing on her eyes mostly, then going at her chest a little. “So… My turn?” She asked, smiling at him a little.

He smiled, and pulled her up onto the bed, laying her on her back with a smirk. Her breath got heavy looking up at him. “You got me off, let me return the favor.” He held himself halfway over her body, so that he could lean down and fall into that same brand of carnal kissing, while his right hand slithering down her body to feel around at her nearly dripping pussy. He whispered in her ear, the sexy Spaniard accent forcing itself through as he growled playfully. “You poor thing, so long without someone to help you relieve yourself. Let me help you.”

Joan whined and squirmed in the kiss, her panting on the verge of moans as he spoke to her and groaned in frustration. “God, please just do somefing…” She begged, her chest heaving as she dug her fingers into his back. “Just do somefing,”

Juan chuckled deeply, a primal sound of satisfaction, and sent a single finger inside of her needy love tunnel. “Don’t tell anyone, but I like hearing you beg.” He kissed her, his free hand stroking her body up and down as his inserted finger writhed in victory at having made it thus far, stroking her walls from inside. Every little twitch seemed to send a bolt of lightning through Joan’s body, letting out long, unhindered moans of relief as he did.

She was like putty in his grasp, enjoying the relief she was getting, but he could feel it starting to change. Her insides seemed to grip onto him, and her relaxed, unfettered moans slowly started to get tighter, frustrated, her body starting to rock her hips against his fingers as she hugged him tighter. “Fuck fuck fuck…” She whimpered. “Fuck just… Why,” She groaned, the tightness making her voice squeak. “Just let me finish,” She whimpered, not to Juan, but to… herself?

Juan, even through his lusty haze, could feel something was off. His pace kept up, but he started scanning her for abnormalities from his limited view. He hoped to hell she was lost in a sexual daze and he wasn’t hurting her. “Joan,” he called into her ear in a whisper, “come on, stay with me.”

Joan groaned, opening her eyes and looking at Juan. They looked wanting. “Ah fuck…” She panted, staring him in the eye. “God ah want you tah fuck me…” She gasped, holding onto him tighter. “Please… Ah know wha ah said, bu’ dis… dis ain’t workin….” She begged, shifting herself a little, legs spread wide. “PLease…” She pleaded, eyes still locked onto his.

He looked into her yes, his fingers escaping her snatch’s grasp, and he nodded down to her. “I can take care of that for you.” His erection had sprung back up not long after round one, but he had ignored it to give her some attention. Now it seemed it would be coming in handy once again.

“Howevah ya want me,” She said, looking at him with lust. “Back, front, side…” She said, looking at him.

He moved in between her legs, holding himself over her, and kissed her deeply as his legs moved hers into the air and settled themselves to insert into her. He pulled away from the kiss, and looked down into her eyes as he shoved himself inside of her, watching said eyes roll back into her head. A throaty moan escaping her mouth.He chuckled, and leaned his chest over hers as he started pumping his hips, his cock filling her tunnel with its size, and he moaned aloud as he felt the warmth of a woman’s insides for the first time in a long time. She was putty in his hands, but even with that mentality Juan’s body moved expertly to push her towards release, his hips starting from a slow pump until eventually pistoning into her as he held onto her from above.

Joan was gone, having submitted to the relief. Her moans were no longer caused by Juan’s thrusting, they were now interrupted by it, long, almost crying moans undulated by the force of his work. She had long since let go of him, her hands weakly grasping for the sheets, but too dazed to really do anything. She hooked a leg up over Juan’s shoulder, getting it out of the way so that every time Juan drove into her, it was as deep as it could go. He could tell, this was a lot of things culminating, and even as he felt her body start to tighten up and twitch, and her long moan started to pitch higher and higher, she was close to that snap. It took a few more hard, deliberate goes before that tension finally snapped, and Joan convulsed, her body shuddering as Juan yelled out in pleasure as her body tensed even harder around his dick, sending waves of pleasure up Juan’s spine every time. As she convulsed under him, he felt his body tense up and his hips slammed as deep into her hungy nethers as it could to fire rope after rope of his white seed into her pussy, a second round of pent up energy filling her fuck hole with his love juices. He collapsed over her twitching body, panting as he slowly started regaining some sense of civility, but too exhausted to do much besides breathe heavily and hold her close.

It was a few minutes before Joan made any sound, which was a long groan as her brain finally kicked back in. She was trembling at this point, her breathing starting to go back to normal. “Ah can’t feel mah legs…” She whispered, finally opening her eye, looking at Juan. “Ah fuck…”

Juan had regained his senses, mostly, by that time, and he looked back at her. “My brain’s having trouble connecting to the rest of me. It’ll return in time…” he snuggled closer, smiling.

 

[Ray of Meep]

“That’s okay…” Joan said, wrapping her arms around Juan. “Ah did not expec dis ta go dis far,” She added, hugging slightly tighter. “Just… Ah didn’t wanna make ya fink ah was dat easy…” She explained.

Juan chuckled breathlessly, and held her as close as he could. “I didn’t think we’d go this far either, at least not so soon. I never thought you were easy. Like I told you, I don’t think you’re a whore, I think you needed someone in bed with you.” He laughed a sudden quiet laugh. “Again, a bit of an escalation here, but… I don’t regret it. What about you? Are you feeling alright about this?”

Joan let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “In a mad sor’a way? No,” Joan said, relaxing into the bed. “Sor’a finking a may’s well enjoy it, in dat ah told Betrix ah wasn’t gonna letcha git this far,” She said, wrapping her arms around Juan and using him as a night mask. “Ah see ya figured inside were a safe bet,” She added. “No more babe factoreh.”

Juan grimaced, and sighed against her face. “Sorry if you would have preferred it somewhere else, but I don’t think either of us were really in our right minds at the time.” He chuckled, and mumbled contendly. “Let's not tell Bee, yeah? Let her stew in suspense for a bit after demanding a show. That and we may never live it down.”

“Oh, most fakking defina’ly,” Joan groaned, rolling her eyes, but despite any sign of regret, she wrapped her legs around Juan’s waist and tightened them. She sucked in a groan as she felt him move around inside her, a smile creeping to her face. “Jesus… I fought Ah could live wif just a bit oh play… Ah didn’t fink it would make it worse!”

Juan smiled and leaned into the embrace, chuckling as he moved from inside, a small reminder of their deeds, wrapping his arms around her and letting the Spaniard accent shine in it’s tired but euphoric state. “Glad to be the cure for your problem, mi senora.” His accent died down to its normal state, and he spoke candidly. “Anytime Joan. Just ask and I’m there.”

“Juan,” Joan sighed, relaxing her embrace a little. “Ah need ta fink abou’ a lo’ah fings if dis is evah gonna ‘appen aftah ah leave dis room,” She said, sitting herself up and taking a few breaths.

Juan nodded, feeling he had come on too strong. “That’s fair. This was definitely a spur of the moment thing,” he said letting her sit up, sweat still giving his body a sheen to it. “Though I’d do it again of course.” He smiled at her, and looked down. “Take your time, and let’s rest a bit yeah? We had an eventful night.”

Joan looked at Juan, blinking her eyes a little in surprise. “Ah said aftah ah leave da room,” She said, twisting onto her knees and wrapping her arms around his neck to hang off him. “Ah ‘aven’t lef’ yet,” She smiled. “More finking about ‘ow best tah git ya back goin, since, ya know, ya tried ta make a mum outta me,” She teased, wiggling her hips a little.

Juan hissed with a little trickle of pleasure that resulted from her movements, now half kneeling half sitting as she moved, arms linking behind her back, and he chuckled. “I knew it wouldn't work, or at least I was 80% sure nothing would come of it. I was always one to play the odds. Rest later then? I worry I unleashed something insatiable.”

“Ah wasn’ telling porkies when ah said ah’d eatcha alive,” Joan said, sideling up and running her hands through Juan’s hair. “At dis point, ah’m gonna keep going til ya ask me tah stop,” She said, kissing his face and neck, “Or are ya done fer da night? Cause dere’s nuffin tah worry bout wif sending me up da duff. As ah said, not xac’ly a fing dat I kin get anymore,” She said running her tongue along his jaw. “So dun worry bout it…”

He smiled and groaned as she attended to his face with her mouth. “Oh Cowboy, you’d be remiss to think I’m gonna dodge this opportunity.” He growled playfully, nipping at her neck, and feeling his semi hard cock realize it was needed again. “I’m not done at all Cowboy, and we’re gonna see how far we can take this tonight before we come to our senses.” He pulled her into his embrace, and whispered lustfully in her ear. “We’re gonna fuck like bunnies.” The two kissed again, falling back into the bed, dealing with whatever tensions and stressors they had before this, taking advantage of their loss of senses.

Sleep was not something that got much of a foothold through the night. While they did slow down, Joan would not leave Juan alone, but she also had no problems giving him a nice view while he relaxed if he wanted it. Finally, the two were in bed, blankets pulled over their bodies but Joan was on top of Juan, her forehead on his as her hips rolled and rocked slowly, content little mewls escaping her. It was shy compared to the howling she was doing before. She didn’t say much, but soon her PD went off and Joan groaned, reaching down to her clothes and grabbing the offending device, answering it, while still rocking.

“Wha,” She groaned, quickly stopping once the voice on the other side of the call started. “Den go in lay wif ‘er,” Joan said, rubbing her face in annoyance. “Oh come off it, ya were sleeping in da same bed a year ago, ah let’cha ‘ave yer own room, ya kin ‘andle a night. Ah fought ya were gone be da big bruvvah, eh?” She asked, revealing who she was talking to. “Yeah? Good. If’n it gets bad, call me again,” She said, hanging up the phone and dropping it next to the bed with a groan, resting her head on Juan’s chest.

He wrapped his arms around her neck, tiredly, petting her hair. Despite the most recent activity, he looked worried about the children. “Everything okay? Kids doin alright?”

“Mandy ‘ad a bad dream,” Joan sighed, slowly starting to rock again. “ ‘e wan’ed me ta go in calm ‘er down, ‘es gonna sleep wif ‘er, in if dat dun work, ‘es gonna call back in ah’ll ‘ave tah go,” She said simply, rubbing her face against him, letting out little, quiet huffs with each movement.

Juan smiled, and nodded approvingly. “Good man, taking care of his family.” He grunted with every other small little rock, and sighed. “We really should have gotten some sleep. I can just bachelor it up and sleep all day but you've got the kids. Need any help? I can keep one of them occupied for a while.”

“You fink dis would be mah firs’ sleepless nigh’ Juan?” She asked, looking at him with a wry grin. “A Bachelor migh’ sleep da day away, but a muvah ‘as ‘er fun in suffers till she kin sleep again,” She teased, trailing her fingers along his skin. “I am, ‘owevah, gonna need tah be sprayed down somefing fierce aftah dis,” She said, kissing Juan. “You certainly took advan’age of da fac’ ah can’t ‘ave kids no more,” She said.

Juan chuckled again. “I know, so I figured I’d offer to help with the workload of the kids. I did kinda eat away at your sleep there, that’s on me, and partly you.” He kissed her back, humming contentedly. “Hey, after the first time you could have asked for it to go anywhere else. You’re just dirty minded.” He pointed to the shower, arm moving slowly from the entire night of lovemaking. “Feel free, might as well look presentable, if you can bear to pull away,” he joked, his other hand stroking her back.

“Oh, a fink pulling away’ll ‘ave tah wait,” Joan sighed, starting to settle back in. “Ah fink yer ‘sposed ta pull out first… den da flood gets open,” She sighed, looking at Juan with a look of curiosity on her face. “If’n ya wan’ed tah finish somewhere else, where did ya wan it? I fought guys found girls like meh da ‘oly grail?”

Juan thought about it with his sleep deprived and lust addled mind for a moment. “Honestly no, I always wanted it go inside you, but I’m flexible. I can wash bed sheets Joan, not well but we’ve got chemicals for that. Maybe coat your breasts in a fine glaze. Don’t get me wrong, you are the holy grail of women, and a dream in bed, but it always felt disrespectful to finish inside without permission. Granted, not a problem here but old habits die hard.”

“Permission re’roactively given,” She sighed, looking over herself, then at Juan. “So den, if’n dis ‘appens again, ya wanna covah me bristols eh?” She asked, squeezing them together with her arms. “Why does ya men find dem so ‘ot?” She asked, sitting up and trying to hold one in each hand, but there was significantly too much for just her hands to support. “Ah mean, ah kin barely do anyfing wif dem,” She said, looking at Juan. “ ‘ow are dey not oo big?”

Juan grinned, looking at them intently. “I have no idea! I think it’s a fertility symbol, a show of a woman’s womanliness? I don't know, I’m not a fucken philosopher, your tits are magnificent. There’s probably a line somewhere, but I like them. Like with anything in this subject, it comes down to preference I guess. Maybe it feels like it’s a primal innate thing or something, I don’t know.” He reached a hand to massage her breasts, proving the simple point that he enjoyed the sight of them.

 

[Ray of Meep]

“Ah wondah what ya would say if dey still worked,” Joan asked, looking down at him playing. Her nipples were rather large and dark, given they had been put to good use at least twice in her life. “Tylah fought it was gross, ah would git ‘im wet,” She said, continuing to grind into the spaniard. “Made me wear a shirt, er ‘ad me on me ‘and in knees so ah wouldn’t spray im or somefing…”

Juan shrugged. “Never happened to me before, can’t say I know how I’d feel. I couldn’t be mad at you though, it’s natural.” He chuckled, still playing around with her tits. “We’ve already got fluids spraying around, I can’t be mad if you join in from an unexpected direction.”

“Ah ‘ad a guy offah tah pay me like… a fousand quid tah get a drink,” She said, snorting a little in laughter. “Ah mean, ‘e wan’ed da ‘ole fing, lay in me lap, ‘ave me ‘old ‘im up in everyfing,” She explained, eventually unmounting Juan and laying down next to him. “Tylah told ‘im ta kick rocks,” She said, her tone implying that the story wasn’t done.

Juan snickered, and looked to her with a mirthful smile. “He asked while you were married, and your husband was nearby? Did he have a death wish or something?”

“Nevah married da git,” Joan quickly said, pointing a finger at Juan. “Don’t ya ferget dat evah,” She said, before settling back down. “An ‘e was starin at me, so feelin all nice and movahly, knowing full well ah could snap da boy in ‘alf, ah told ‘im tah tell me wha was on ‘is mind,” She said, shrugging his shoulders. “Ah fought ‘e broached da subjec’ like an angel, very respectful,” She said, nodding her head. “Den again, I fink tylah fergot wha breasts er for cause he got some iffy when ah said ah was gonna breastfeed,” She said simply.

Juan looked apologetic, and almost stammered. “Oh shit, I guess I kinda assumed. That’s my bad. Better off without him anyway. Well, at least the guy had the balls to say it.” He moved a hand back to her breasts, smiling. “How can a self respecting man forget what these girls are for? It’s like basic human nature.”

“Ah was gonna agree, by da way,” Joan said looking at him.

Juan nodded with a smirk. “Well a thousand quid is a thousand quid. I can see where Ty was coming from though. For once, and only ever.”

Joan nodded and went quiet for a few minutes, letting Juan do whatever he pleased. “Dis… Ain’t gonna make fings weird are dey?” She asked finally, looking up at him. “Ah mean, wif da ‘eam in such,” She explained.

He stopped, and let his hands fall back to his side, the hand closest stroking her thigh. He looked down at her and smiled an accepting, if a bit melancholy, smile. “I’ll do my best if you will. It might be a bit different feeling, but we can get past that I think. We’re badasses, we’ll be alright.”

“Ah just dun wanna give ya da wrong idea,” She said simply. “Ah was sorta plannin da beginning, felt ‘aving somefing ta just, lossen da gears would do us some good,” She said simply. “In ah lied when ah said dat kiss’ll ‘old me ovah. Dat just made fings worse, so… Uh… Us actually ‘aving sex wasn’t s’pose ta ‘appen… Not dat ah’m… ya know… complainin…”

He turned onto his side, facing her, and smiled. “I’m not complaining either. This was just a surprising night for both of us. Glad to throw a wrench in your gears, if you’ll allow me to butcher your turn of phrase.” He snickered, and whispered playfully, “The wrench is my penis.”

“Ah gavahed,” Joan said, nodding her head. “Ah still dun know if dis will ‘ave any long term fing ‘appen,” She said, running her fingers along Juan’s chest.

Juan nodded in understanding, unable to keep his hand from stroking her leg. “Of course. The thinking and all. But even if not, this was the best night I’ve had in awhile. So thank you for that. Hope I could reciprocate sufficiently.”

“Oh ya did perfect,” She laughed, rolling onto her back and splaying out a little. “Fink yer neighbor ‘eard?” She asked, looking at the wall with a little concern.

Juan sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Oh god, probably. You were howling like a banshee through the whole first half. You’re welcome for that.”

“God, ah ‘ope dey’re deep sleepahs,” She groaned, covering her face. “Last fing ah need is da ‘ol ship knowin it was me…” She said, before looking at Juan. “Also, ah ‘ope you weren’t lyin back at da mall…” She added, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

Juan shook his head, and pet the side of her face. “I wasn’t it, if we’re thinking of the same thing. If you want, I will never allude to it, no one will ever know for sure.”

“Dat bein said,” She said, looking at him. “If ah decide dis’ll ‘appen again…” She smiled. “ ‘ow can ah make it special?” She asked, rolling over onto her belly. “Wha kinda fantasies are rolling frough dat ead of yers?”

He looked away bashfully, before breathing in. “Well, since this may never happen again, and we’re never talking about this outside of here, you’re sworn to secrecy.” He looks back to her with a shrug. “I don’t really know, I’m pretty vanilla, but if I had to put a finger on it…” he sighed and stared at the ceiling. “I get a kick out of dominating. Like, being a bit forceful and… in charge I guess.”

Joan looked at him and smiled. “Nuffin weird bout dat,” She said, finally cuddling up to him. “Ah fink dey went back tah sleep, so... “ She said, closing her eyes. “Ah’ll fink about it.”

He smiled in relief, and cuddled with her gently, his own eyes closing soon after. “That’s all I ask. Think about it.”