[MF] If you’re going to blow up your life, might as well go all out – Part 3 – I’m on a BOAT!

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6d4kj9/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6dj71j/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as/)

So, here we are. She had the procedure yesterday morning, so I officially won’t be becoming a father. No complications, she’s home and doing fine. That’s about all I’m going to say about that.

Saturday I had to take care of some pre-divorce stuff. We own a boat (Sea Ray SDX 270 OB) that sits in the channel in our back yard. I want to keep the boat, so Saturday a friend and I met at the marina, and I signed the paperwork on a slip. My plans were to relocate the boat there Sunday, so I left my car there and a buddy drove me home Saturday evening.

I hadn’t seen Leah since last weekend (except a little bit at work), and she snapped me Saturday asking if I wanted to get together Saturday night, which I would have, except I didn’t have a car. I told her she could come with me Sunday, and accepted. It’s always nice to have an extra set of hands, so I offered to pick her up at a pier near her apartment. When she got on the boat, she she was wearing jeans’s and a windbreaker. She looked nice, but nothing overly sexy, if anything I thought she was a little over dressed for the weather, since it was already in the mid-70s and the skies were clear.

We get out of the breakwater and start cruising north toward the new marina. I figured it would take about two hours to get there since I wasn’t in a hurry. We talked about things and work, and at some point, I cracked a beer and turn on some music and just try to relax and enjoy the day. Leah was lounging and looking at a book she’d brought while I piloted us. I stopped because I was getting really warm and wanted to put the canvas top up to give some shade, and as I do, she asks me:

> Her: Is the water warm enough to swim in?

> Me: I wouldn’t, it’s like barely 60F

> Her: Well, I brought my suit, so if I can’t swim I at least want to lay out for a while

> Me: Go for it, you can change in there (I motion to the little marine head/changing room)

> Her: Ehh, that’s alright, I’ll be fine

We get cruising again, and she just starts staring at me, smiling. It’s nice to be looked at that way, but she’s like, really staring at me, not saying anything, like there’s a joke or something that’s gone unnoticed. Finally, after I ask “What’s going on?”, she stands up and looks around.

Once she was satisfied that there was no one near us, she unzips her windbreaker, revealing a kind of tank-top sports bra thing that has a zipper in the front. Then, she begins to unbutton her jeans and once she gets the fly undone, shimmies the jeans down (they were pretty tight) along with her tiny pair of black lace panties. I just kinda laugh, as it should have been obvious what she was up to, but what am I going to say now?

She unzips her top and lets her breasts out, tossing the top on the floor with the jeans and jacket, then turns around and bends down to pick them up, facing her ass toward me and bending at the waist. I’m just smiling and shaking my head at this point, as my pants suddenly get very tight in the front. She sat back down on the seat, stretching out into a comfortable lounging position. She resuming her book reading, all while having said nothing.

We cruise for a few minutes and I get a little mischievous. I trim the engine up a bit more than it should be. If you know anything about boating, then you know that at some point you trim up too much and the boat will “porpoise”. When that happens it starts to kind of hop as you go in a rhythmic fashion, which it did, increasing as we hit a little bit more headwind. The effect I was going for was making her tits bounce up and down (I might be 34, but I can still access the mind of a teenager when I need to). I just kind of stare at her while we’re cruising, watching her lovely breasts oscillate in time with the boats ride. She must have figured it out or it became to much, as she set down her book, and and reached up to grabs her breasts and holds them in place. After I kept staring at her with a shit-eating-grin, she started smile-scowled at me.

She playfully yells at me to stop the boat, so we do, and she scoots over to my seat, straddles me and starts kissing, being really aggressive and using a lot of tongue, so her goals are pretty obvious. I feel her soft hand snaking down my shorts and pulling my cock out. I was pretty firm already, but she rubs me up and down a bit, until she’s happy with my level of hardness. She leads me toward the back of the cockpit and bends herself over the rear bench, shifting her ass into the air a little bit. I waste no time and go to slide into her pussy, but if I’m honest, she wasn’t very wet yet. She tried to make it happen, but she just wasn’t there, so I tell her to lay down and I kneel down between her legs.

Have I already described her pussy? I don’t think I have, but her outer labia are rather full, and completely obscure her inner lips, so eating her out requires you to kind of spread her open, and then you can actually reach her clit, which is what I did. If it isn’t obvious by now, I rather enjoy eating women out, especially if their pubic hair is well groomed. Leah is shaved or waxed, but given the her family’s mediteranian heritage, I’m guessing waxed as she’s always really smooth. Her pussy lips are dark, darker than any girl I’ve been with, but given her olive skin tone and dusky colored nipples, it all adds up nicely.

I explored every inch of her vagina, and made sure she came multiple times before switching back to regular old P-in-V sex. By now I can tell just how close to orgasm she is by the sounds she makes and the force with which her thighs squeeze my head. If I was a betting man, I’d say she came three times from my oral efforts. She was dripping when I was finished with her, and my tongue was getting close to cramping, but it’s always worth the effort.

I stand up and just spread her legs apart and pull them up, and push myself into her, basically in a standing missionary position, with her laying on the back bench of the boat. I fuck her fast, don’t know why, but I was just really wanting to pound her hard, driving myself as deep inside her as I could. I wasn’t angry, but it almost felt like an angry fuck. I watched her tits bounce around in time with my thrusts. She picked up on the force an urgency and started making deep eye contact, locking gazes and biting her lip and moaning. I was grunting and slightly panting while keeping my rapid pace and she started moaning and gasping, doing some performance art of her own, but it was really hot. By this point she was flat on her back, with her hips as high up as she could get them and her legs wrapped around me while I was bracing myself.

That pace didn’t last long, but before I felt the tell tale signs of an orgasm in myself I saw her eyes close and her voice pitch change as she started almost screaming, her own orgasm taking hold again. She let out a loud scream and her hands flew to the seats and she death-griped them while her body froze up and she stopped breathing. I didn’t stop pounding, and did my best to focus on finding my own orgasm. I did, and just as she started to come down and she started panting I felt myself starting to come.

She kind of relaxed just as I started to climax and the effect was that her hips lowered and I slipped out of her. I shot all over her. I sprayed her pussy mound, belly, tits, neck and her arm. I missed her face, but it was a big load and she was just spattered. As I finished I kind of flopped back onto a seat, my shorts and boxers around my ankles, and my dick still half hard, covered in her pussy juice and my jizz.

We caught our breath and chuckled a bit. I searched for something to wipe up with within reach, but couldn’t really find anything, so rather than risk dripping on my clothes I just cleaned myself with my hand and wiped it on my thighs. I stood up and searched the various storage compartments until I found a roll of TP, and tossed that to her. She wiped up, but it turns out we dripped onto the boat seats too, so she cleaned that up. Eventually she used the little shower in the rear of the boat to rinse herself off, and I did too, I finally found a beach towel to dry off with. We were both a little sweaty from our workout, but decided the water was still too cold to swim in.

She cracked open a beer and lounged out on the back bench, still naked, and said, “I could stand to nap now, the sun feels great!”

I got us moving again after maybe twenty minutes. As we got near the marina, she put on her jeans and panties but didn’t bother with the top, and instead just put on her wind breaker, so the whole drive back to her place, i could see her nipples tenting the fabric.

I’m sure I could have had her stay over that night, but it felt weird to have her in the house I still own with my wife. She had plans Monday, and I did too, so I didn’t see her until I picked her up to go to the clinic yesterday morning.

Leah is a lot of fun, and the sex is outstanding, but the more time I spend with her (when not fucking) the more I realize just how much this can’t really be a thing long term. My instincts are telling me that once I get back from all my travel in June (I’m overseas and out of town for all but 6 nights in June) that I should really just break it off. Plus, Monday I was at a party hosted by my best friend (he was my best man) and his older sister was there, who wrapped up her divorce about 6 months ago and recently moved back here.

Her name is Meghan, and she’s 35 (I’m 34), a nurse practitioner, big into crossfit and wake-boarding, maybe 5′ 3″, blonde hair, green eyes and and I’ve wanted to fuck her since college and she drunkenly blew me after a party (no, her brother doesn’t know). She was really flirty with me, doing the whole arm touch thing, and laughing more at my jokes than she should have. I always thought we could have been a thing, but we were never both single at the same time except when she blew me, but that was right before I left for a semester abroad. So, that’s obviously not an issue now. I mean, I love banging a 22 year old hot chick, god help me, but there’s something to be said for older women my own age…that said, Leah got a Rx for a nuvaring, and made sure to tell me about it, so I’ll have to see how things stand when I get back from globetreking.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ei2r2/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as

One comment on “[MF] If you’re going to blow up your life, might as well go all out – Part 3 – I’m on a BOAT!

  1. Looks like things are looking up. A pretty big swing from the end of your first post.

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