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“That’s what I’m hoping.”

* * * *

Breakfast in bed Jon-style had been him sucking sugar off her breasts followed by another round of lovemaking. They’d finally headed out of the door mid-morning and arrived in Inca around lunchtime.

It wasn’t so hot today, which was a welcome break as Jon manoeuvred Maggie through the crowds at the market. She should have brought another suitcase with her. Everything looked so tempting to take home to the girls. They’d have to take a trip here one of these days for themselves. She knew they’d love it. If it wasn’t for her family back home, Maggie would seriously think about moving to Mallorca.

“See anything you like?” Jon asked.

“How about everything I set my eyes on?”

“The town is known for its leather if you want to check out shoes and bags.”

“Shoes…very tempting. Just lead the way,” Maggie said.

“Okay, there’s an outlet down here that Mom shops at.”

Jon got hold of Maggie’s hand and pulled her through the crowds into a cobbled side street. It was less crowded and locals passed by carrying baskets with bread and other groceries.

“Here we go,” Jon said, opening the door for her.

Maggie stepped inside as the smell of leather suddenly overwhelmed her. However, the great selection of shoes and purses soon made her forget about it.

Where would she start? Shoes, yes, she needed a new pair of black pumps for business appointments.

“Do you know what size I’d need here?” she asked. “I take a size eight back home.”

Jon spoke to one of the assistants, who walked over to the display and pointed to a rack in the middle.

“She says everything there should fit you and to let her know if you need any help.”

Maggie nodded to her. “
Gracias.”

So many choices…so little room in her suitcase.

She reached for a pair of black pumps with a scrolled pattern across the toe. They had about a five inch, thin heel, but hey, Jon had made her feel less like a grandma and more like a woman in her thirties so she might as well try them on.

She slipped them on and checked herself out in the full-length mirror. They looked sort of strange with shorts but nevertheless still hot.

Jon whistled when she walked up and down in them. “I don’t know if I can control myself, sexy lady. You have such a great pair of legs.”

“So you like them…I mean the shoes, not my legs?”

“I think you should wear them the next time we have sex.”

“Jon, Jeez…” Maggie put her fingers over his lips, hoping that would silence him before he got them both into trouble.

“The assistant probably doesn’t understand English,” he said as soon as she removed her hand from his mouth.

“Nevertheless, just whisper if you want to talk like that again, okay?”

He gave her that grin again. “Are you sure the shoes are the right size?”

“Feel like they were made for me.”

Jon called the assistant over and said something in Spanish. A few minutes later she’d returned with the shoebox in a bag, and Jon was handing over his credit card.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asked.

“Buying you a gift, so when you wear them at home you’ll think of me.”

“That’s so sweet of you and now I should get something for you.”

“Just wear those things while I’m thrusting deep within you and that will definitely be something for me.”

“Jon, what did I tell you about whispering,” Maggie said as the assistant approached them with the receipt. If she didn’t know better she’d swear he was doing it on purpose just to tease her.

* * * *

They’d eaten lunch in Inca and then shopped some more. Maggie had picked up a few more gifts for the girls and her assistant. She was putting everything away when Jon walked into her room, wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.

Maggie ran her hands up his arms.

“I found Mom’s tripod. While we’re here,
do you want to make our movie in this room?”

“It’s your mom’s house.”

“Technically so is my apartment. Come on, Maggie, four-poster bed, warm breeze flowing in through the balcony, very sexy, very romantic.”

“Okay, you’ve convinced me.”

“I’ll just go and get the camera and we’ll get started.”

Maggie was shaking. Should she tell Jon she was shy about being filmed having sex? She’d never done anything like this before.

She sat on the bed. It was just for her and Jon so what was she worrying about? And it was his fantasy. Everyone deserved to live it out once in their lives. Maybe it would turn into her fantasy too. After all, this vacation had turned into one long one.

She turned when Jon entered the room and sat the tripod down in front of the bed. He looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the focus. “Perfect. Let’s get undressed so we don’t waste time on the not-so-good stuff.”

Maggie stripped while Jon did the same, placing a pile of condoms on the bedside table.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She was really going to do this, no turning back now. And after all, it was just for Jon and her. A little memento of her visit to the Spanish island.

Jon pressed the record button on the video camera and then raced over to join Maggie at the foot of the bed. They kissed as Jon played with her nipples. She slid her arms around him, then rested them on his butt.

“Just pretend the camera isn’t there,” he whispered to her.

This was Jon’s fantasy, so he deserved an extra treat for the film. Like her shoes, it would be something to remember their time together. He could watch the tape over and over again, relive it and think of her even though she’d be miles away.

Maggie got down on her knees and began playing with Jon’s balls and cock.

The camera lens was directed right at her and she hoped Jon would get a hard-on every time he watched the tape. She licked the entire length of his shaft before taking its tip into her mouth.

Jon groaned and ran his hands over the top of her head. She took him into her mouth inch by inch. Each time she did Jon moaned and murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.

She knew she’d get turned on hearing his groans each time she played the tape and that would make it even sexier.

Maggie licked and sucked him, knowing by the way he was moving his feet and rubbing her head that it was arousing him like never before. She sucked harder, taking his entire length deep in her mouth.

“God, Maggie, you’re going to drive me over the edge tonight.” He was pulsating in her mouth, thrusting ever so gently towards the back of her throat.

“Maggie…” He sounded almost hoarse now. “Time to decide if you want to swallow or not, I’m close…fuck…really close.”

She’d sensed that. She gave him one final lick and suck, hoping that would push him over the edge, then gently let his cock slip out of her mouth. Seconds later Jon ejaculated onto her right breast. She took a deep breath. She was getting as much satisfaction out of pleasuring Jon with her mouth as he obviously was. Naughty, but so much fun. Maybe that’s why so many women opted for younger guys. It was like learning to live all over again.

She looked up at him. His chest had sweat on it. He was tanned and gorgeous. On top of that, she was starring in a
movie
with him. She glanced into the lens. This moment would be captured forever. No turning back and no regrets.

 
She stood.

“How was that?” she asked.

“Almost too much for me to take. Sit on the bed and put your feet up on the edge of the bed frame.”

Maggie had an idea of what was in store for her. She did as he requested, feeling suddenly shy that the camera was focused right between her legs. Jon pushed her legs apart before kneeling down in front of her.

“Enjoy what’s coming your way,” he said, spreading her labia with his fingers.

She leant back while Jon licked her clit several times, sending zings of electricity shooting into her pussy. He playfully nipped at her with the very tip of his front teeth and lapped at her like someone enjoying a frozen treat on a stick. The man had a magical tongue. It entered her, taking by surprise. Her head went back and her chin shot up in the air as she groaned.

The stubble on his chin rubbed against her clit as his tongue plunged in and out of her pussy. He was going deeper than the first time he’d done this to her and she wasn’t sure if she could stand any more. She grabbed the bed sheets and murmured Jon’s name over and over again.

One last hard plunge was all it took for her to cry out and shake.

Jon crept up her body while reaching for one of the condoms. “And before you ask, yes, don’t worry. You have a flood pumping from your pussy.”

He knelt beside her, slipping on the condom before pushing her legs wide apart and entering her. “Did I ever tell you, you’re the sexiest grandma I ever met,” he said, starting to thrust into her.

“And am I the best one you ever fucked?” Maggie asked.

“So far, yes.”

“You plan on having sex with more grandmas?”

“Don’t think so. If they’re all like you and need to be fucked as often as you do, I’d be a dead man from all the work.”

She lifted her butt and wrapped her legs around his waist, sending his cock sliding towards the back of her pussy. He lifted her thighs and pulled them higher, allowing her to experience his cock filling her to the max. He thrust like no man she’d known before, his legs slapping into hers and his fingers digging into her thighs.

She took short, deep breaths, knowing he’d give her an orgasm any second. It happened on his next thrust, his on the fourth after that. As their now usual tradition, he stayed inside her, pressing his body gently on top of her but making sure he took most of its weight.

“As we’re on film and so I can get it for the record, can I just say you’re the best lover I’ve ever had?” Maggie said.

* * * *

Jon hadn’t realised just what a turn-on the video camera could be. They’d played the video back and been so aroused by what they’d seen and heard that they’d made love again. Now they were playing it again while he had Maggie flattened against one of the bedposts as they listened to her crying out on the film during the part where he’d been stimulating her orally.

He kissed the base of her neck while rolling both her nipples between his finger and thumb. Could her tits get any harder? He doubted it. He nipped at her back, letting his hands roam all over her butt.

And what an ass it was, not flat and skinny but with enough fat to make it soft and round, just right for a little tap. He slapped it and Maggie giggled. Next he ran his finger down her crack, tapping her anus before letting two fingers wander into her pussy. He pulled its sides apart, stretching her in the process and feeling himself get harder as she groaned, her forehead now resting against the bedpost.

He grabbed one of her breasts and engulfed it with his hand as he slid inside her. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Maggie, not physically but emotionally.”

“I’m happy, happy that I agreed to have sex with you. Happy that you find me so attractive.”