My husband bought me a guided fishing trip. We board the boat in Crete, and I see the skipper is already preparing to set off. The boat is just over eight metres long, with cabins below and an on-board toilet and shower.
He gives a quick safety brief, and I can’t help but notice the lingering glances that come my way. The day is sunny, with only a few clouds in the sky. We set sail, and I ask if I could sunbathe. The skipper suggests the bow of the boat and passes me a towel. I hand my bag to my husband; I walk to the bow. My shawl blows in the gentle breeze. I remove my long skirt and vest top to reveal my black bikini set with string ties around my neck and by my hips. I sit. I still feel the skipper's eyes on me. He is tall and attractive. It makes my blood warm. I watch my husband rummage in my bag, and the skipper leaves. Shortly after, he returns with wine in a cooler and passes me glasses.
As I reach for the glasses, I can’t help but notice the heat of his fingers as they briefly touch mine. I look between you and my husband; he looks rather green. Still faithfully standing with the coconut tanning oil. The boat shifts, and his hand immediately covers his mouth. He places the bottle of oil in your hand and leaves. I can see in your eyes that you want to do more with the oil. Yet you place it to the side and pour the drinks. I sip my wine quietly. Contemplating the obvious thick tension and temptation in the air. My phone vibrates; the message reads ‘I’m not going to make it back up. I’m in the second cabin,’ I place the phone down with only a little disappointment. I do feel for him; I’m not heartless. However, my mind is still linked to your first touch and the bottle of oil.
“Can I be of assistance?” you ask, pointing towards the oil.
“I would like that,” I watch you squeeze oil into the palms of your hands and rub them together. Coconut fills the air. You move behind me, your hands run along my neck, shoulders, and down my back. You add more oil to your hands, then I feel you on my lower back, under my arms, around my waist. Your fingertips brush past the sides of my breasts. Your hands dance with dedication around my body; I feel sensational shivers running through me. Each little light caress has my arousal protruding through my bikini top. You make small adjustments to the fabric, causing more delicate stimulation. I can’t help the moan that escapes my bitten lip as my eyes close. I can barely hold the glass. I know I’m only seconds away from asking you to remove my top.
“Would you like the backs of your legs done?” you ask quietly, and I lie face down. I close my eyes, and I feel you start working oil into my feet. I feel your hands run over my calves, then thighs. I can feel your grip tighten as you reach my inner thigh. It makes my blood run hot. Your fingers slip under the bikini fabric at the top of my thighs. I have no doubts about the way this is making me feel. I feel your presence closer as you untie the knot around my neck and apply oil to my nape. “That’s it, all done,” you say, “Can I get you anything else? We will be at anchor soon.”
“Oh, dam it,” I whisper at the possibility of an invitation as I wonder how soon is soon, my body feeling colder without your presence. I know I want more; excitement begins to stir. I know I am deliciously damp. Even more so when I notice your excitement as well. “What more would be included in the package?” I ask. Then see new intent behind your eyes as I pray for you to touch me again. You trail your fingers down my spine and over my bikini bottoms.
“Anything you want, miss. Anything at all,” you say as your hand rests on my cheek. “I could put some oil on your front if you like, I just need to anchor the boat,” you say, and I nod.
As you anchor the boat, ‘anything I want’ runs through my head like lightning. I slowly turn myself over, watching your eyes the whole time as they take in every inch of my body. You walk back to me. My heartbeat is racing. I know I don’t need the oil for where I want to feel you. I take your hand and place it between my legs. I gently press your fingers just enough so you can feel my moist arousal. I start moving your fingers exactly the way I need. You trace the most sensitive spot; a gasp escapes me. On your own instinct, you slide one finger past the threshold, sliding slowly in and out. Then a second and a third. I can no longer hold my moans of utter pleasure. I know I should be quiet. And it is getting harder each time you dip.
You stop and remove yourself from me. The moment you leave, my entire body begins to ache with sheer need of sexual splendour. I watch you go below. I hear doors closing, latches locking. Then I watch as you close the door to the bridge cabin. I see you again, and my heart skips more than one beat. You walk towards me and sit next to me. You untie the sides of my bikini and remove the top half completely. My large breasts break free, and my pert nipples feel the warmth of the sun. You apply more oil, taking time to rub gently. One hand begins to trail down my hip, the other over my moist, glistening, sun-kissed lips, like you were always meant to be here. Your finger enters me again. My hips push upward, and you clasp my neck and lean in for a kiss.
Your lips meet mine, and our tongues dance with complete need and hunger, absolutely laced with lust. My hand reaches for your growing arousal just behind the fabric as I feel the fullness of you. I moan. Immediately you twist your fingers, I know I am wetter than ever. My groans continue to fill your mouth while you continue your devoted gliding efforts. You make my body feel things it has not felt in a long time. My hips move upward. I gasp and pull you closer.
“Please, god, taste me!” I plead with bated breath.
You pull your fingers from me, covered in my silky wetness, and I watch you taste my arousal. You bring your fingers to your mouth and suck each one dry. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want more.
You kneel on the deck, pushing my thighs apart as you do, you bury your head between them, lapping at my wet folds, you suck on my clit, it’s beautifully engorged with excitement. You pause every now and then to suck on my labia lips before returning to my clit. Making my insides burn like a storm. You play with one breast, teasing touches to stir phenomenal sensations to course through me. Your other hand is busy below, along with your tongue that licks from my clit all the way down and back up again.
“You taste delicious like fine wine. You taste amazing,” you whisper low. I am lost in undiluted, desperate euphoria. My hand tightly wraps in your hair and the other covers my mouth as my moans echo like the waves against the boat. My body feels absolutely everything. I am slowly becoming lost at sea in unconditional rapture. My hips rock on autopilot towards you. Each lick, suck, slide, and touch makes my body yearn for the next motion. The boat swings, causing the sensations to deepen exponentially. In that moment, I whisper, “How far do you want to go?”
“I think you know that I want to fuck you.”
“Then do it,” I feel everything start to shift; my insides start to clench around your fingers. I know this ravenous diligence will tip me overboard. I bring your face towards mine; you block out the sun. Yet the heat is still rising between us, and I lean up towards you. My lips press against yours. I taste myself from your tongue. A deep, ardent kiss. One you know will linger. I move my tongue within your mouth. Reluctantly, I part. “Take me, all the way,” I say.
You remove your clothes and hook your forearms behind my knees and lift them, you press my hips forward, and the head of your cock touches me. I start to become desperate.
“Fuck me!” I say, you push your cock inside me slowly at first. I grab your hips and pull you into me quickly. I gasp and look you straight in the eyes. “Fuck me,” I repeat, you pull out and push back in, and my breasts move in motion of each thrust. “Fuck me harder! I want to feel all of you. Every single inch.” My eyes don’t leave yours as skin meets skin in rapid animalistic succession. You lift my legs over your shoulders and pound me so blissfully. My nails claw at your hips, trying to pull you deeper still, each thrust hitting the most perfect spot on the inside. More foul language spills from my lips. Then your thumb brushes past my clit. The very second it sends a pleasurable jolt through me, causing my back to arch.
I can tell the deck is playing havoc on your knees as you pull out and bring me to my feet with ease. You usher me quickly behind the wheelhouse. You bend me over the stern of the boat and enter me from behind, my breasts now swinging with the movement of ourselves and the boat. You reach forward and play with them as you thrust. My hand finds my clit, and I start to play as we fuck. I can start to feel your climax approaching. I feel your hesitation.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I hear the urgency within your voice. All awareness heightened, and my legs begin to quiver. My fingers move precisely. I feel myself rising swiftly to the same pleasurable end. I begin to feel my tight pulsing below. I am too far gone to hold anything back. A whole new intensity rages through me. My vision blurs, my heart races, and my breath quickens as I fall from myself.
“Please fill me. I want every drop,” I plead.
You start to cum, ropes of semen shoot into me as you are lost in spasmodic ejaculation. I look down to see your cock covered in our combined juices. I see a glint in your eyes. I watch you drop to your knees and bury your face in my pulsing pussy. You lap up our joined efforts; my fingers and your tongue bring me up quickly, and I topple over the edge. You stand, and we clutch each other. I feel your cock soft, pressing up against me. I just want you to hold me right now; we kiss and share the depth of the moment. We lie here in complete solitude for more minutes than we should. You stand first and help me to my feet. We dress, and you slowly walk to unhook the latches holding my husband captive. I am back drinking the wine while my breathing returns to normal.
Shortly after, my husband appears and says we need to cut the trip short. He will book me another trip, one that he won’t join, so I can have the full experience. I look at you and smile.
