She Cheated on Her Douchey Boyfriend and Let Me Fuck Her on a Boat in the Gulf [MF] [Cheating] [Long]

*I was talking about public fucking with someone on DPP and wrote up this story, figured it was good enough to drop into GWS. If you feel like talking more about public sex, shoot me an orange envelope. Also, it’s long, so I’ll mark where the fun stuff starts if you just wanna read the sexy bits.*

At the time I was 23, fresh out of college and a little adrift… I didn’t want to jump right into a 9-5 so I traveled a bit, staying with friends and picking up odd jobs here and there, mostly bartending or manual labor stuff.

My truck broke down outside of Tampa in a little old fishing town and I was pretty much flat broke so I hired on for a 35 foot troller named the Jenny 2 skippered by a salty old Floridian named Hank to make some money and get my truck fixed.

Hank let me crash on a cot in the forward hull as long as I got up and ran the bilge every day and scrubbed the scuppers, kept the deck clean and made sure the galley was tidy. Not a bad trade. I worked hard, got a good amount of sun, played guitar and wrote at night on the boat. He was a wizened old fisherman but particular about his boat. He insisted that the Jenny 2 was spick and span every night, so it was actually a pretty pleasant place to stay for a little while.

There were a couple bars in the town but most of them were overpriced beachfront tourist traps. The only one that was my speed was a little dive called Pete’s. After I got paid the first week I went to Pete’s to celebrate, had a few beers, chatted up the locals. One girl in particular stood out. Her name was Micaela, she was Latina, maybe Cuban, 5’4”, huge ass, great smile.

We flirted a little before her boyfriend came over and made her leave. Oh well. Her boyfriend was a meathead named Mike with bad tribal tattoos, bedazzled jeans and an aggressive widow’s peak that was going to turn into male pattern baldness if the wind blew the wrong way…

But, I’m not one to push my luck, and I really didn’t want to get my ass kicked by Mike and all his buddies, so I worked for Hank, made some money, wrenched on my truck, flirted with Micaela when her boyfriend wasn’t around. Pretty simple really.

Finally my truck was fixed. I worked another couple weeks for Hank to scrape up some cash for my next adventure but I started saying my goodbyes to all the friends I had made in town. Micaela was bummed that I was leaving and, I’m not gonna lie, I was bummed we never got past flirting.

—-THE SEXY PART STARTS HERE—

One night, a few days before I left town, Mica was laying it on thick. I didn’t see Mike anywhere. sShe told me he was down in Miami at a bachelor party, probably living it up at the clubs and getting lap dances. Goody for me. So we are vibing, drinking, the tension is getting strong between us.

“I wanna see your boat,” she said, giving me a mischievous look. Hank trusted me enough by that point to let me take the boat out whenever I wanted and we routinely took it out in the dark to catch grouper at dawn. So we walk down the crushed shell road to the marina with a six pack of beer and I fire up the Jenny II and guide it out onto the moonlit water.

There’s a little flat spot by a trench maybe a mile off shore where I cruise out and drop anchor, the boat gently rocking in the summer breeze. Mica looks stunning, a short, tight skirt that hugs her ample ass, a button down western shirt tied off at the waist. We cracked beers, cheersed and looked out at the moon glittering off the warm gulf waters.

My eyes locked on to hers in the darkness and and I kissed her deep at the bow of the boat, caressing her shoulders, back, reaching down to grab her ass and pull her against my rapidly hardening cock. She moaned and reached up to lace her fingers in my curly brown hair. We had both known this was the only outcome the second she stepped on the boat.

There was a brief, tender moment as we kissed in the moonlight, the only sound waves lapping at the hull. And then it was on. We tore at each other’s clothes, I ripped the shirt off of her, pulling her tits out of her bra and playing with her nipple ring with my tongue. She pulled my belt off and undid my jeans, sliding a hand in to caress my thick cock and morning against me. I slid a hand up under her skirt, pushing aside her thong and running a finger up her slit and over her clit a few times before slipping a finger into her wet pussy.

Dropping to her knees on the deck, she pulled my jeans down and started running her tongue along the underside of my cock. I groaned as she popped the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and playing with my balls. Putting a hand to the back of her head, I gently encouraged her to take more of my cock in her warm mouth as she bobbed up and down on me. Before too long, though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be inside of her.

Standing her up with my hand roughly gripping her chin, I turned her around authoritatively and bent her over the edge of the bow, her tits swaying out over the open water. My cock rubbed between the lips of her soaking pussy, her skirt up around her waist and her thong stretched far to the side.

She let out a long, low groan as I slid my cock inside of her, deeper and deeper with every thrust. “God,” she groaned, “I didn’t know you were so much bigger than Mike. Fuck me papi.” I started pounding into her harder, my balls slapping her clit, my hands grabbing her waist as I fucked her without restraint. She was screaming into the night air, holding on to the rail for dear life as I thrust into her, backing her ass up to match my rhythm. “I’m close, I’m gonna…” and she shuddered hard and clamped down on my cock, riding out her orgasm bent halfway over the side of a boat in the warm waters of the gulf.

“God damn, baby, I’m gonna cum,” I said, maintaining my pace. “I wanna taste you, papi,” she said in a low, husky voice. As the orgasm built at the back of my balls, swelling up through me, I pulled out and she spun around, squatting and taking my cock in her mouth again, aggressively sucking me and jerking my shaft. It didn’t take much and I came huge ropes of hot cum into her mouth. She coughed and a bunch of the cum spit out onto my cock and dropped down onto her tits and the deck below.

I got a blanket off of my cot and we laid on the deck together, looking at the moon. We fucked again, softer, more tender, matching the sway of the boat in the waves as we laid on the blanket. I came on her stomach and then we fell asleep for a few hours before I brought us back to shore where we parted ways.

There was a little shindig a couple nights later at Pete’s, Mike bought me a farewell shot and I cheersed with him and Micaela and left the next morning.

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