Cowboy Baby Daddy

“Why don’t we go out and get some coffee?” I asked.

“You don’t want to stay in?” she asked, reaching down to grasp my cock. I jolted, feeling her cool palm against my aching flesh. Every single part of me wanted to take her, to flip her over and make her ass bounce in the air for me. My body screamed out to find its house again within the depths of her pussy, and even she giggled when she felt my cock twitch at the idea.

“I think someone likes that idea,” she said, smiling.

“I want to explore the city with you today,” I said. “The exploration of your body can happen after.”

“Oh, sounds intriguing,” she said as she let go of my cock. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, I figured we’d start with coffee. That’s how we seem to start all our mornings, so who are we to ruin tradition?”

“Tradition, huh? Alright, what’s after coffee?” she asked.

“Shopping. If we’re here until Tuesday, both of us will need at least another two outfits, especially since I don’t think we have a washer and dryer here,” I said.

“Sounds practical. Anything impractical to get ourselves into today?” she asked as she folded her arms across my chest.

“After shopping, I figured we’d drop our stuff off here and go take a walk in Central Park. I hear it’s beautiful this time of year, and I’m sure we could find something to get into after that,” I said.

“Oh, a walk in the park. How romantic, Christian,” she said mockingly.

“I figured you’d like it,” I said, winking.

She giggled before she sat back onto her heels, and I watched her slowly climb off the bed. The way her hips swayed as she found her way to the bathroom beckoned to my raging cock, and I knew I’d have to take a cold shower to get my body back under control. I had been resisting the hold she had on me for days. Now I had to hold back for a different reason.

We were in a beautiful city, and I had the opportunity to escort a beautiful woman around it. I was not about to allow that chance pass me by.

I got up and showered and met Stella at the door. She was dressed in a simple pair of leggings and a tunic, and my eyes couldn’t get enough. I held the door open for her as we made our way down to the lobby, then we walked into the city for four blocks before we stopped at a coffee house.

“This place looks packed,” she said. “Must mean it’s good.”

We grabbed our coffees and took a seat in the corner, relishing in how strong and potent the taste was. The designs in the foam were creative, causing us both to take our phones out and get pictures of them before we sucked it all down. We sat with one another quietly, watching people bustle in and out of the coffee shop, and by the time we got up to go, it was almost time for lunch.

“Shopping then food?” she asked.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I said.

We darted in and out of a few different specialty stores and boutiques, trying on clothes we both loved and hated. Stella apparently had this weird penchant for massive sunhats that made her look ridiculous, but it was outmatched by my apparent inability to match even the most basic of colors. Again, I found myself being dressed by Stella. As before, she delighted in being in control of my appearance and using her skills to make me look good.

By the time we were done shopping and headed for lunch, we had a cab full of bags and would have to purchase more luggage just to get it all home.

We took everything back to the hotel before we headed to Central Park. Lunch at a sandwich shop was delicious before we crossed the road to take a walk. The park was covered in trees and lined with people playing music for money, and I slipped my arm around her while we walked through the park. I watched her take in the trees and the people running around. She gawked at the birds and the swans in the lake. I saw her smile at the mothers walking with their children and the college kids leaning up against a tree with books, and for a split second, I could see a deep desire flicker behind her eyes.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but I made a mental note to ask her about it later.

“It’s beautiful here,” she said.

“You make it even more so,” I said.

“Christian, I’m serious,” she said, giggling.

“What makes you think I’m not?” I asked.

“I’m just saying; it really feels nice out here. It’s the first time since Dad died that—”

She swallowed deep, and I wrapped my arms around her. I twisted her around, catching her watering gaze as her eyes stared down at my chest, and I crooked my finger underneath her chin to pull her gaze toward mine.

“Don’t block me out,” I said. “It’s the first time since your father passed that what?”