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Rock The Boat (Beth & Sean)
It was a simple question that was anything but simple. What happens when this trip is over? Sean made a soft tut sound before he answered.
“Then we can fuck in the comfort of our own apartments and not worry about being quiet. Hell, there’s nobody around for miles now; we can scream our heads off Beth.”
Why did it feel as if I wanted a different answer? I need to get my head back on right, this was just sex and nothing more. Sean was not even close to boyfriend material and we would likely never get along. I did like the idea of not having to hold back for fear of discovery; that stirred my lust.
“Mmm…” I licked my lips, as my need grew tenfold with the promise of not having to concentrate on keeping quiet.
“I had no idea you were so sensual,” Sean said as I undid my shorts.
“I’m… Oh mmm… I’m not sensual.”
His hands left my breasts and went to my hips as I moved to remove my shorts and bikini bottoms. “Yes, you are. It’s… hot.”
“Oh.” I furrowed as I went to my knees on the seat and gripped the edge of the boat. He was too full of compliments today. I was panting with need and anticipation. “I’m such a slut for your cock.”
“Shit Beth you’re so wet.” He said as he fingered me from behind.
“That’s new FYI.” I did not mean to actually say that aloud.
“What do you mean new?” he said as he exchanged his finger for his condom clad cock and stretched me as he buried himself to the base. “Sweet fuck.”
I clenched on him and was working a nice pulse with my muscles. I know it feels good for me to do that, and now I know he liked it too. I’ve actually had a guy tell me to stop because it was distracting or uncomfortable, which I thought was weird.
“Oh yes,” Sean said as his hands dug into my hips.
“Mmm,” I said as he pulled out and pressed back in, “you make me too wet… Oh, that’s a good pace…”
I moaned loudly as he slammed hard for a stroke. “Yes, Sean you… unh… make me wetter than anyone… uhn… ever has.”
Sean grabbed my hips and set a steady pace that rocked the boat. I voiced my approval and encouragement with unrestrained moans and yips that were not forced.
“Uh, uh, oh Sean, yes, uh, uh… Oh fuck, I’m so close…”
I gave up on the idea of not saying his name. He reached around and rubbed my clit as he thrust hard and fast. The splashing water and remote openness added to the excitement of finally letting loose.
“Oh, I’m, I’m, oh, oh aaaarrrrhh.” I tightened up as I came, my slick wet pussy pressing tight on him.
“Beth, Beth, oh Fuuuuuuck.”
To my surprise, his final hard thrusts made me come again. It wasn’t as intense but it was amazing. The sensual feel of him slipping through my slick wet and the sheer physical pleasure made me gasp and get wetter.
“Oh shit,” Sean said as he held me close. “Shit Beth, ohh.”
My eyes widened when he started thrusting again. The sound of his cock pummeling my dripping pussy aroused my lust like a flash of lightning.
He pulled out and sat on a seat. I moved and climbed over and faced away from him. He guided me as I put my good foot up on a ledge and rode him reverse. I was so wet and the sounds we made were more erotic than any porn I’ve ever seen. Sean rubbed my clit as I came again and ground into him.
“God Beth I need more.” He moved me to my knees again and I spread for him.
“Go hard.” I commanded.
He groaned and pulled back on my hips with force. We slapped hard together and I cried out loud, lusty and desperate with each impact.
I closed my eyes. “Oh, Sean, Sean, Sean,” I repeated over and over until I was nearly screaming, blinded by the force of release.
I cried out loudly seeing stars and flashes of light behind my closed eyes. My body convulsed in hard sharp surges of terrifying pleasure.
He collapsed into a seat breathing hard and sweaty while I clung to the boat for support. I was shaking and involuntarily pulsing with aftershocks of orgasm.
“Are you okay?” Sean asked and I started giggling.
“No, oh no I’m not.” I was a sticky mess of my own juices. Sean’s face was red and he looked alarmed. “Are you?”
He shook his head. “That’s never happened before.”
“Meaning?” I retrieved my bikini and shorts.
“A double go.” He rested his head on the back of the seat and looked up to the bright blue sky. “Not holding back is…”
“Way more fun.” I grinned. “I’m so glad I teased you with word porn.”
“Me too. Though I’ve wanted you a lot longer than that.”
“How long?” I asked.
“Since I met you long but you used to be all about lovey-clingy relationships. It’s a shame we don’t get along.”
I wasn’t about to point out to him that we do, in our own way, and more so since we decided to have sex… constantly. I’m still all about relationships, only I learned that sometimes a good fuck buddy can fill in the blanks in-between.
“Yeah,” I muttered, “a shame.”
To be continued…
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