At twenty-four years old, Chelsea was a single mom to two young children. Her husband left her a year earlier, leaving their kids wondering where he was. Through it all, she kept her head up and was committed to giving her kids all they deserved.
That was why she came up with a trip to the Wisconsin Dells. It was the middle of March, cold and snowy. The kids and she had been cooped up in the house all winter, they needed a break. She packed them up and headed out on the seven-hour drive to The Wilderness at the Dells. Arriving late at night, they ate dinner and went to bed.
The next morning, she got them in their swimsuits. After changing, they headed for the water park. The kids were enjoying the toddler area and made a new friend; a little boy named Zach. Zach's grandfather, Michael, started chatting with Chelsea.
Michael was in his mid-forties, blonde hair, turning gray, and fit. He had told Chelsea he was a widower, and there for Zach's birthday trip. His daughter and son-in-law, Matt and Gracie, planned it all. After a long year, the family needed a fun celebration. Chelsea told Michael that was a similar reason for her taking the kids.
They flirted all morning, and from a distance, Gracie and Michael's other kids, Jamie and Corey watched and discussed the flirting and the fact their dad had looked so happy.
When Michael walked to go to the bathroom, Gracie approached Chelsea, telling Chelsea how glad she was that her dad talking with her had been making him happier. In talking, even just those few moments, Gracie had a feeling, she just needed a way to bring it up, she knew Chelsea was someone her dad needed. She asked where Chelsea was staying, and for some reason, the usually careful Chelsea gave her the suite number.
Later that evening, kids asleep in their beds in the kid's room, there was a knock at the door. Chelsea answered it. Standing there, stood Michael, holding a bottle of wine. They both smiled, blushing, excited to see each other again. Michael broke the silence, "I'm sorry, I know this is a surprise, and last minute, but I enjoyed our conversation earlier, and hoped it could continue."
Chelsea smiled and said, "I'm glad that you enjoyed it. It was great, please, come in." Michael walked in. Chelsea grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen area and poured the wine. They sat on the couch and continued to chat. About an hour into talking, and two glasses of wine each, Michael leaned in and kissed Chelsea.
He pulled back and said, "I'm sorry."
Chelsea shook her head and said, "Don't be," and leaned in to kiss him again. Their kiss, so filled with passion, love. Michael pulled her onto him, his hands wandered up Chelsea's shirt. Her slender, smooth body warm against his cool hands.
Chelsea's hands left his neck and took her shirt off. Her fingers combed through his hair as Michael took her small, plump breasts one by one in his mouth, flicking her nipples with his tongue, making Chelsea moan softly.
Michael picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. She laid flat on her back in the middle of the king-size bed. She took her shorts and panties off as Michael shut the bedroom door. When he turned to face her, she threw them at him. Michael, already shirtless, shoved his pants and boxers down before jumping in bed with her.
Michael was between her legs, licking her pussy lips up and down. He ran his right hand on the inside of her thighs. He pushed her lips open with her tongue, he licked and sucked on her hard erect clit. He removed his hand from her thigh, and inserted one, then two fingers inside her pussy.
