In the water, we swam towards each other, and I reached for his cock while he fingered my pussy. Then he took my suit bottom off and threw it up on the barge. I smiled. “What good is the top without the bottom?” I said, and he smiled back as I threw my top after it. Then I dove under the water, pulled down his trunks, and soon they too were flying through the air.
We played with each other, fondling this area and that, and Jake quickly got hard. We decide to get back on the boat, and once we were on the deck I grabbed a blanket and laid it down. With both of us still dripping wet, we hastened to continue what we had started in the water, heedless of any other boats that might come along.
As soon as we lay down, Jake started vigorously licking my cunt. He stopped to chew on my titties for a minute, then quickly went down on me again. I got very excited and moaned that I was going to come. Jake eats me so well that when I climax my come actually squirts up into the air. This always makes Jake very excited, and now without hesitation he thrust his hard cock into my very wet pussy.
After he fucked me for a while I told him to stop and lie on his back. I sucked his dick for a few strokes, and then I got on top of him and forced his dick into my cunt. I always enjoy being on top of him—it’s like riding a bull, only it lasts longer than eight seconds—and he likes the way my body moves up and down over his cock.
Then, before he knew what was happening, I took his slippery cock from my cunt and shoved it up my ass. Leaning back to take him further into me, I really went to town. We both love butt-fucking, and we were enjoying every stroke. It’s just indescribable, it feels so good. I came again. Jake held off as long as he could, but with my ass spasming on his cock, he couldn’t take any more, and he shouted as he came hard up inside my asshole.
We lay side by side, catching our breath, and before we knew it we both dozed off, only to be awakened later by another boat that came racing by.
It was getting late now, and Jake suggested I relax a little while he fixed us some supper. He prepared a meal complete with candles and wine. When he came to the deck to get me, he found me masturbating with a black vibrator he had recently bought for me. Just as he walked up to me, I came. Even though I was a little embarrassed, I was also turned on by his pleasure in watching me.
After eating supper in the nude we went into the master stateroom. We started with some wild kissing, and then I laid him down and licked every inch of his body, spending more time in some places than others. I told him that this time I would make him come so I could watch him, and he liked the idea. I sucked his dick just long enough to get him hard. I then put some cinnamon-flavored lube on my boobs and told him to fuck my tits. As he straddled me with his dick between my breasts, I held them together to make a tunnel for him. He started plunging his big tool in and out, and I nibbled the head of it each time he thrust it against my mouth.
I was so turned on watching his excitement that I reached down and started rubbing my cunt. Jake looked down at me and smiled. He gave one more thrust between my tits, then pulled away and let his come spurt out across my chest. I tried to catch some in my mouth, but most of it went on my tits. I rubbed it into the flesh, and as I did Jake moved down and started eating my pussy. This time when I came I squirted so hard that his entire face got soaking wet.
We had some of our best sex ever that day, and we still had all day Sunday to be together. I didn’t think things could possibly get any better—but they did!—L.G., Galveston, Texas
WHEN A BARTENDER NEEDS TENDING, IT’S NICE TO HAVE A SYMPATHETIC SEXY FRIEND
I was working the late shift at the bar. It was midweek, and extremely quiet. I was pretty bored and feeling lonely, so I give Curt a call to see if he was willing to come and keep me company. Curt and I were just friends, but he was an amazing guy, very easy to talk to and be around.
I didn’t see him at first when he came in, because he came through the back door. When I finally noticed him standing in the doorway to the stock room, I saw that he was looking at me in a strange way, and he had this really sexy smile on his face, leaning up against the door wearing tight blue jeans and a T-shirt. Good god, he looked hot!
He must have had a few drinks in him, because when I walked back there he pulled me into the stock room and closed the door. Then he grabbed me and kissed me with more passion and desire than I had ever experienced before. He slipped his hot wet tongue into my mouth, sliding it easily in and out, and chills ran up and down my spine. I responded by pressing my body close to his, and I could feel his hard shaft against my thigh.
His hands started roaming all over me. He slowly lifted my shirt and caressed my breasts through my black silk bra, until my nipples were hard and erect. He gently slid the bra cups to the side and exposed them, then bent his head to one. With his tongue, he outlined the whole nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking it tenderly. I tilted my head back and moaned with pleasure. He started kissing his way up my chest and neck, licking and nibbling, and when he got to my ear he whispered, “I would love to taste you.”
With that he slid his hand into my tight black pants. He looked at me in surprise when he realized that I wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers played around the outside of my pussy lips, then started to massage my clit lightly. I could feel myself getting wetter, and when he slid a finger deep inside me, a soft cry of delight escaped my mouth.
As he continued to finger me, he told me that it was my look that turned him on. The way I tilted my head and looked at him all wide-eyed, he said, drove him nuts. I give him my shy little smile, thrilling to his words as well as to what he was doing. Then he pulled his finger out of my dripping love tunnel and put it into his mouth, licking it first, then sucking it clean of my juices. I cannot express what that gesture did to me, or the excitement I felt for him now.
“Please, I would love to go down on you,” Curt said again. I didn’t stop him as he opened my pants and then knelt to pull them down. He tugged me down too, laying me gently on the floor. He then ran his hands up my inner thighs, parting my legs tenderly, and bent his head to my crotch. He started by just blowing warm air on me. My heart was racing so hard it felt as if it would burst out of my chest. Then he gently began to lick and suck on the outside of my lips. It tickled a little and it made me squirm, but he firmly held me in place. Without conscious thought, I found myself stroking my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t help moaning when he started to finger-fuck me. “Uh, oh, oh god, that feels good!” I gasped out. “Don’t stop! Please, Curt, don’t stop!”
My hips were moving back and forth now. His mouth was covering my mound as his fingers thrust into me. “Let it go,” he whispered. “I want you to come. I want to taste you.” I couldn’t take any more, and I had to put my hand over my mouth as I climaxed, so my groans of pleasure wouldn’t be heard inside the bar.
Finally I pulled Curt’s head from between my legs and rolled him over so I could give him some of the pleasure he had given me. Pulling his shirt up and his pants down, I climbed on top of him and worked my way down slowly, kissing his lips, sucking on his neck, licking all around his nipples. I ran my hand up his leg and over his balls, giving them a slight squeeze before grasping his hard shaft. Then I laid my long blonde hair on his belly and started tracing the head of his cock with my tongue. He moaned, so I knew it must feel good. Gently, teasingly, I began licking up and down his hard shaft, massaging his balls and sneaking a finger between his legs to put a little pressure on his anus. Finally I took all of him into my mouth, sucking slowly at first, working into a faster pace, until I felt his cock pulse and shoot its hot sweet come into my mouth.
I lay on the floor next to him, exhausted and happy. In a minute he started caressing me again, massaging my clit, sucking on my nipples. He then positioned himself on top of me, taking most of his weight on his elbows. He leaned down and kissed my mouth, and as our tongues danced together he pressed his cock against the damp folds of my pussy, rubbing it around my lips and moistening it with my juices.
I closed my eyes and waited for him to penetrate me. I was more than ready, but I still gasped with the intensity of the moment when he gently slid in.
Again his tongue danced in my mouth while he moved inside me. My legs were spread wide and wrapped around his waist. I couldn’t control my noise any more, almost screaming with pleasure at each thrust. I could feel my knees tremble and my body shake as I started to come, and my cream ran out of my pussy and down my inner thighs.
Curt then turned me around. I was on all fours with my butt in the air as he entered me from behind. “Oh, that feels incredible!” I told him as he nudged himself inside me, gripping my hips for better friction. I turned my head and he strained forward to kiss me as we rocked back and forth. I climaxed again as he moaned and came inside me.
Curt and I shared one last passionate kiss before he left through the back door. I returned to the bar to find two patrons waiting patiently to get a beverage. “Did you enjoy yourself?” one of them asked, and I could only blush and tell them their drinks were on the house.—B.P., Chillicothe, Ohio
FLYING THE FRIENDLY SKIES, SHE WAS PRETTY FRIENDLY TOO INSIDE THE PILOT’S COCKPIT
I am a businesswoman in my late thirties. Several years ago I was on my way to a business meeting in San Francisco, when my flight was canceled due to mechanical problems. But, with some difficulty, I managed to book a later flight on a different airline.
As I was boarding the plane I noticed a very masculine-looking man in uniform. He smiled at me, and then winked. I smiled back. He was a very attractive man, and when I realized that he was our pilot, I thought how lucky I was to have a pilot from heaven!
A few minutes after we had taken off, one of the flight attendants came walking down the aisle. Not really paying much attention to her, I was surprised when she sat down next to me. Smiling, she handed me a piece of paper. “Lucky girl,” she said mysteriously, and then got up and left.
I slowly opened the folded paper, wondering what this could possibly be about. I soon found out. It was a note from the pilot, saying that he found me very attractive, and that he was inviting me to visit him in the cockpit if I was interested. I was surprised, but I was interested indeed.
After the flight attendants had served drinks and cleared away the serving carts, I slowly got up and headed for the front of the plane. The stewardess who had handed me the note smiled as I walked by. As she moved to open the cockpit door for me, I wondered just how often this happened.
The pilot smiled as I walked in, and motioned for me to sit down in the copilot’s chair. I wondered where the copilot was, but he said it was okay and to go ahead and sit down. The view from that position was unreal. I was awed by it, and by all the knobs and controls in front of me, not to mention the drop-dead gorgeous pilot sitting next to me!
He told me his name was Terry, and I told him mine. Then, just for something to say, I started asking him about some of the controls on the panel. As he started explaining some of them, his arm brushed up against my breast. He apologized, and I told him it was okay. And it was. In fact, I was wishing he would rub both my breasts with his large strong hands. The way he looked at me with his big green eyes just made me melt.
As I reached over to ask him about some knob or other, he took my hand in his and caressed it gently. I let him. He then softly stroked my cheeks and lips with his other hand. My hand moved down to his chest. He leaned over just a bit to bring his lips to mine. I didn’t pull back. We kissed softly but intensely, and then our mouths opened and the kiss became more insistent.
I slowly worked my hand down his chest and onto the upper part of his leg, wanting to grab onto his manhood ever so badly. I told myself this should not be happening, but I just couldn’t hold myself back. I knew he could sense my desire, as I could his. He took my hand and put it between his legs, and I felt the hardness of his enlarged cock. I looked into his eyes, and our lips came together once again, our kiss now full of frank passion and desire.
As we kissed I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Breaking the kiss, Terry stopped me. But I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and now I begged him to let me suck his member. Breathlessly, he reminded me that he was the pilot of this plane, with seventy-some people on board. Smiling, I told him to just fly the damn plane and leave the sucking to me.
Then my head was in his lap, and he quivered as my mouth made contact with his swollen member. I licked at the head teasingly, enough to get him wanting more. I moved on down to his balls, licking them ever so gently. I then went back to the head and took it into my mouth. Then I began to suck him, slowly, taking in a little more of his shaft with each downward stroke, until I had engulfed his complete unit. He moaned with pleasure as my lips slid up and down, up and down, again and again. He placed his hand on my head, as if showing approval, and at the same time asking for more. Panting, he told me he’d never had a sensation quite like this. He didn’t want to come yet, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep from blowing his wad into my mouth. He was preparing to land the plane for our first stop, and he couldn’t let this go on much longer—it was too distracting. There was no way he could miss the runway—what would he tell his bosses?
I heard the stewardess make the announcement for the passengers to prepare for landing. But I couldn’t bring myself to take Terry’s cock out of my mouth, and he didn’t seem able to tear himself away. As we began to descend, I could tell that he was going to blow any minute. His dick was swollen and throbbing, and there was no way he would be able to hold back.
Just as I felt the plane touch down on the runway, I also felt Terry’s come shooting wildly into my mouth. He was bent over the controls, concentrating on guiding the plane in, but he moaned with pleasure as I swallowed and swallowed, not missing a drop.
The plane came to a safe stop, and I released his cock and zipped up his pants. Terry raised my head and kissed me. He asked to see me again, and I responded by giving him my phone number.
I smiled as I made my way down the aisle and back to my seat. I retrieved my carry-on and disembarked with the other passengers. I wondered if their flight had been as good as mine. I didn’t think so.—J.V., Chicago, Illinois
SHE FOUND HER DREAM LOVER AT THE BEACH AND IT REALLY WAS A DREAM—OR WAS IT?
I’d been thinking about going to the beach all week, and the weekend finally arrived. After a short, uneventful drive, I parked and unloaded my gear. I was one of the first people there, so finding a good spot was easy. I put down my blanket and chair and set up my cooler as a table. Then I took off my sundress to reveal my skimpy bikini and reached for the suntan oil.
While I oiled down my body I let my hands roam all over so that there wasn’t a spot untouched. I giggled a little to myself as I started to enjoy the way my hands felt running over my slick body, and I thought about how nice it would be if someone else was doing it for me.
I pulled out a book of women’s erotica—probably not something I should have been reading alone at the beach—and lay down on my stomach to enjoy it. After what seemed like hours, I thought I felt a pair of hands caressing my legs. They were soft hands, with long nails that tickled my skin. I turned around to see who it was, but I couldn’t quite make the figure out. Was the sun in my eyes? Was I getting a little crazy from the heat? Or was the heat coming from somewhere else? I tried to ask who it was, but I couldn’t hear my voice and I didn’t receive an answer. A little mystified, I finally decided to just relax myself and enjoy the sensation. After all, wasn’t that why I had come to the beach in the first place? To relax and enjoy things?
The hands were still going up and down my thighs and calves. The light touch of the palms, the tender fingers and the raking fingernails made me tingle. Moaning slightly, I parted my legs so that my mystery masseur (or masseuse?) could get a glimpse of the center of my excitement.
Soon the hands were on my ass massaging my buttocks before a finger slid under my G-string and found my hole. By then I was squirming on the blanket a
nd trying to keep from moaning too loudly. The finger never entered my opening but just massaged it. I pushed my ass upward, hoping that the finger would enter me.
Soon the hands moved up to my back and began the best deep-tissue massage I’d ever had. It had been a stressful week at work and a rubdown was just what I needed. The hands knew exactly what they were doing as they worked out the many knots that had developed at the office. Even when I thought they were finished, the mystery hands continued to caress my back, relaxing me even more. I tried to sneak another peek at this person’s face, but everything was still a blur.
At that point it didn’t matter. I was feeling too good.
For a brief minute the hands left my body. I was hoping that wouldn’t be the end of my massage because I was feeling extremely turned on. I was relieved and excited when I felt a body move up between my legs and lie down on top of me. Thanks to all the oil on my skin, the body slid easily against mine. I could finally tell it was a woman because her huge, firm tits pressed into my back. It was incredible.
Soon I was being turned onto my back. I thought I would finally see my mystery masseuse, but her image was still a blur. In a flash she was down by my feet, taking my toes into her mouth, licking and sucking them between her warm, wet, wonderful lips. No one had ever done that for me before, and it was blowing my mind. When I wasn’t thinking about how satisfying it felt, all I could think about was how that talented mouth would feel if it was licking my clit.
Her tongue continued up my legs, stopping to swirl teasingly around my kneecap. I was breathing very hard in anticipation of that tongue finally hitting my clit and pussy. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.
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