Dock side confessions [MF]

“I think I’m in love with you.” Vaughn had made this confession a month ago, and I had slapped him for it. I was supposed to be married and my soon to be husband had a confession of his own “I had an affair.” He swore it would never happen again, and begged me to stay, even offering to allow me to seek retribution. Now Vaughn and I were at the same concert, and he looked just as hurt as when I had struck him.

We avoided each other, but kept catching one another staring from across the crowded room. Eventually I found the courage to scribble the words on a napkin “leave in ten minutes, meet me by the river.” I walked over to him and said “it’s good to see you doing well… I’ve missed you” I hugged him and left the note in his jacket pocket.

Shortly after I arrived at the water I heard foot steps on the bricks behind me. I stood, he was furious “I tell you I love you! You don’t return my calls for a month! And then this cloak and dagger bull shit–” I cut him off with a kiss. All his rage turned to passion. He pulled me close and tight, kissing back deeply, my hands pressed against his lower back, and when he eventually pulled away I looked into his eyes “he cheated on me.” His passion melted into empathy, he took my hand and lead me to the bench “do you want to talk about it?” He asked

“No” I said quietly, opening my purse. He cocked his head to the side, I continued “talking isn’t going to help, but this will.” I set a 3 pack of condoms between us, and looked at him “it’s your call.” He was shocked. “When and where?” He laughed. I looked around, there was a near by dock with no lights, and large historic ships on either side “there and now?” He looked momentarily frightened, but followed me to the docks.

We sat cross legged in front of each other “tell me again…” I murmured when he pressed his forehead against mine. “I love you…”he whispered back. I kissed him again, and felt myself moisten “say it again.” I said when his kiss broke away. He gently pushed my hair from my face “I love you.” He said with a little more confidence. I smiled and took his hands in mine, laying back and bringing him with me. “Show me.” I said, reaching a hand down to undo his belt.

He sat up and secured the condom. In the debit of night I couldn’t tell how big a man I had just signed on for, but when he positioned himself between my legs and asked if I was ready I said yes. I was wrong. The longest, thickest shaft I’ve felt in years slowly entered my drenched pussy. I dug my nails into his back and arched my spine to keep from moaning “Vaughn.” I muttered to him, he kissed my neck in reply “Vaughn… I’ve always loved you.” He smiled, and rocked his hips against me. I lifted and pressed back with every motion. The stars above us, and the water below. His pace grew faster with every passing moment, and I got wetter as he got faster. He grunted with passion and I moaned with delight “you are making it so hard not to scream.” I whispered to him before his final thrust.

We went back to the concert and found our friends talking about the boat which head provided shelter for our clandestine act of depravity “I don’t know how they can live on it without getting sea sick.” My eyes shot open “what?” Our friend turned “yeah, the foundation mandated that someone has to be on board at all times”

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