Boating excursion (part 4)

His hands gently massage my inner thighs as he looks down at my pussy. It’s glistening wet, waiting for his — everything.

He kisses me passionately then stops to untie his shorts. As he pulls them down, his hard cock springs free of the fabric. He’s perfectly sized. I love that his balls are shaved but the rest of his cock isn’t. I want to taste him so badly. But it’s not my turn. Yet.

As he kisses his way down my inner thighs, making sure to glance up at me periodically, his fingers start to explore my outer pussy lips. He gently takes his thumb and rubs it on me. His touch is so light that all I can think of is how much more I want. Now.

My breathing increases as he takes his middle finger and skims it over my cunt. I can feel my moisture drip down to my asshole. I’m drenched.

He looks up at me, “I’m going to make you feel so good, Sara”. I can barely formulate words. My lust and excitement is too much. The only words that I can whisper are, “Matt, please”.

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Boating excursion (pt 3)

He whispers “let me take you, pleasure you, but you need to let go”.

I nodd yes.

He pushes me back against the mirror. Pressing his body against mine, whispering “I am going to own your pussy. I’m going to make it all mine. Would you like that, Sara?”

“Yes, but go slow, ok?”

“We will take it all sorts of ways.”

He grasps me by the neck lightly squeezing. My body relaxes with his grip. Euphoria fills me. It’s this I’ve been missing all along. A man who takes control. A man who makes me feel safe, wanted, and his.

He pushes me onto the galley table, lifting my ass onto it. Taking his thighs he opens my legs. The towel stretches open and the knot breaks loose, exposing my naked body. He starts kissing me passionately, his naked chest pressing against me.

Pushing my back down onto the table, I’m completely exposed and at his whim. He slowly kisses his way down my body, starting with my neck. He sucks my nipples, gently at first. My breathing keeps getting heavier and heavier. I feel my clit throbbing. I can feel his hard cock through his pants, begging to be released. Little do I know, I’ll be begging soon.

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Boating excursion (pt 2)

The engine fires up as you sit in the captains seat. I’m sitting across from you on a white cushion with brown strips. Teak surrounds me. The slightly rough texture from the aging wood feels nice as my long slender fingers slide across it.

As we pull out of the slip you motion for me you join you on the captains bench, “come on now, you’ll be able to see better from up here! there’s enough room for both of us”.

As we make our way past all of the docks to the open waterway, I start to feel more relaxed. The rocking motion of the boat has a soothing rhythm. The breeze cools the light layer of sweat covering my body.

You glance over as you whisper, “here, take the wheel!” I smile my gorgeous smile as I hesitantly take the wheel. Your hand drops to my knee as you let go. “See, not so hard! Easier than driving” as you laugh. You rub my thigh.

You take us to a quiet inlet of the lake. No other boats are here. You explain it’s your private swim spot.

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Boating excursion (pt 1)

As we pull into the gravel parking lot of the marina, I’m in awe of the sheer size of the vessels around me. Most of the boats are in slips but some hang from massive lifts.

You excitedly gesture me over to your new prize. A 30 foot Sea Ray, built in the 80s. You explain that you saved for years to buy it. As you talk I can barely focus on your words. I’m lost in your green eyes. Your wire rimmed glasses are adorable. Your short but wavy brown hair blows in the breeze that’s coming off the water.

I’m nervous. I still don’t trust you yet. We are still new but your feelings for me seem so intense. I’ve worn my kaki capris, flat bottom yellow sandals, and white tank top. My long dark blonde hair is pulled up in a pony covered by a baseball cap. You’ve warned me about the intensity of the sun and I’ve heeded your advice. Your skin is golden brown and you have no tan lines…my mind briefly drifts into a fantasy of what you look like with your shirt off. You’re shorter than what I’m accustomed to, but this means when we talk I can look deeply into your eyes. Green on green.