The beautiful South Florida weather afforded plenty of opportunities for fun in the great outdoors. Cathy and I loved walking the nature trails of the numerous parks, wandering acres of tropical plants and flowers in remote garden nurseries, and exploring the many waterways.
There was no shortage of new and interesting places to explore, and we had sex in as many of them as possible.
Shorts, tanks and hiking boots were our standard apparel. Cathy's cutoffs and yoga shorts drove me crazy, and she occasionally changed it up with a short skirt or sundress.
One of the things we loved to do was fish. We fished for largemouth bass and black crappie in Lake Okeechobee, went fishing for mahi-mahi from a friend’s boat off Palm Beach, and fished for yellowtail snapper off Dania Beach Pier. We had a great time whether we caught anything or not.
Dania Beach Pier was close to home, so we went there often. The city of Dania Beach upgraded the dilapidated old pier in the nineties. The T-shaped structure featured a wide deck with sturdy wooden railings, ending in an observation deck extending over 900 feet into the Atlantic. It includes a bait & tackle shop and free ice.
Grouper, snapper, and mackerel were commonly caught at Dania Beach Pier. The yellowtail snapper was our favorite. They have a mild, delicately sweet flavor with a firm, flaky texture, and can be prepared in the frying pan, in the oven, or on the grill. A few of them would make a meal for the two of us.
Early one Sunday, we drove down there before dawn to watch the sunrise and try our luck. It was forecast to be a bright, sunny day. It was too early to be hot, with a light ocean breeze. The Pier was deserted so early on Sunday, and we had it all to ourselves.
Cathy was clearly in tease mode, wearing her hiking boots with a flirty sundress that fell just above her knee. There’s something about a dress and boots that makes me rock hard, and she knew it.
I figured two could play that game. Weed makes her horny as hell, so I fired up a doobie and smoked half of it with her on the drive there. By the time we got the car parked, her face and chest were flush, and her eyes were just a ring of blue around her dilated pupils. She had the look. Perfect.
“Horny much, Cathy?”
“You’re the one who started it with your crypto doobie.”
“I’ll take that as a ' Yes '. Besides, I didn’t start anything. You’re the one wearing boots with a dress.”
“Are you complaining?
“Not at all,” I said as I got our poles and cooler out of the car. “Let’s make a little wager. You can choose which side of the pier you want to fish. I get the other side. Whoever has the most yellowtail by the time we get to the end of the pier wins a prize.”
“What kind of prize?”
“Hmmm...how about oral? The loser has to give the winner head.”
“Pervert. I’m not betting on that.”
“But you are. I know you love slurping on my nice hard dick. I promise to give you an extra big load – but you have to do it no hands, mouth only.”
“No, you’ll be licking my pussy, and keep going until I tell you to stop. You better get your tongue ready for action, mister – no fingers, tongue only.”
”You're on. Shake,” I said. We locked pinkies to seal the deal.
Cathy put her hair in a ponytail because the breeze was blowing it in her face. There wasn’t much she could do about her dress blowing up just enough to see her cheeks. She took her pole and tackle box, and I got my rod and the cooler.
”C’mon. Let’s fish.”
The idea was to fish both sides, work our way out to the observation deck for a doobie break, and see who won. She chose the south side overlooking the beach; I had the north side, overlooking the cut. We used shrimp for bait since we had good luck with it before. The weed had us in the zone, focusing entirely on fishing.
The yellowtail were biting, and the fishing was good. The cooler filled quickly, and by the time we got to the end of the pier, we had an even dozen fish. We sat on a bench on the observation deck enjoying the ocean view.
“It seems we have a tie,” I said.
“Well, I caught the first fish, Greg, so that should be the tie-breaker.”
“Yeah, but I caught the last fish, so I should win.”
Cathy scooted next to me, all lovey-dovey, rubbing my growing cock through my shorts.
“What if we sixty-nine,” she whispered, nibbling on my ear, “That’s a win-win.”
She deftly freed my throbbing dick and stroked it, rubbing the pearl of dew that oozed from my slit all over the head. I felt her hot breath as she traced the inside of my ear with the tip of her wet tongue.
I pulled the top of her dress down, reached around to unclasp her skimpy lace bra, and set the puppies free. Her tits were enough to fill my palms as I worked her nipples like she worked my ear – kissing, nibbling, and sucking them.
We started making out like teenagers; loving, touching, and squeezing each other. I put my hand under her dress to find her thong was sopping wet. I pushed it aside and began fingering her drooling snatch and rubbed circles on her clit with my thumb.
“I want you, Greg. I want the whole thing. Fuck me!” she stuttered, her breath hitching with the movement of my hand. I pulled her to her feet as I stood, spun her around, and bent her over the railing. I slid right in, filling her with nine inches of rock-hard dick.
“Yesss! Fuck me, Greg. Do it. Hit it hard.” She didn’t have to ask twice. I slapped her ass, pulled out, and slammed back in a few times to stretch her out. I packed her full and gyrated my hips around, my dick stirring her creamy honeypot.
“Stop dicking around and fuck me,” she said, reaching back to pull me in.
I spanked her ass and pulled her ponytail, saying, “I’m your fucking husband, and I’ll fuck you any way I want.”
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her onto my fat dick, slamming it home before deep dicking her with a slow rhythm, stretching her white-hot love tunnel wide until I crashed into her cervix. She winced from the bold contact, whimpering when she felt my dickhead smearing it with pre-cum. Her rippling cunt muscles gripped me like a firm handshake, reluctant to let me go.
“You’re making me crazy. My pussy wants you to rail her. Fuck me, Greg."
I slowly pulled it all the way out with a wet plop, her juices dripping down her inner thighs. I took my dick in my hand and rubbed the slick head over her tight crinkled rosebud. I reached down to slather her back door with her juices before giving her pussy one last stroke.
I could see two guys slowly walking onto the pier. They seemed to be in no hurry, looking over the south side of the pier and chatting. They hadn’t seen us yet. From that distance, we probably looked like a man standing behind a woman who was looking out at the ocean.
I eased my nine-incher deep into her hot ass and said, “Someone’s on the pier.”
“No way.” She said as she looked up and saw them. “Fuck, Greg! Let me go! What if they see?” She was mortified and tried to pull away.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet.” She was bent over in front of me, her tits swinging back and forth. One hand on the center rail and the other between her legs. I fucked her hot, tight ass violently while she kept her eyes on the men. I pulled her back and gave her the deep, hard anal fuck she craved.
Cathy watched their movement through the dock’s railing as I gave her a pounding she would never forget. The sound of their voices made her freeze, her ass clenching me, her heart beating wildly as I turned her inside out. The men had still not seen us. I pounded her deep and hard - we were running out of time.
“Greg, I hear them. They’re coming. Hurry!” She was shaking with excitement, her body trembling violently, her breath catching with every thrust. She held the railing with one hand and rubbed herself with the other. ”Oh, God...ugh...oh fuck!” Her assgasms were spectacular and sure to milk a huge load out of me. I fucked her harder as the men moved closer, looking out at the ocean.
“They’re gonna see you, Cathy,” I teased, ”getting fucked like a two-dollar whore in broad daylight.”
She whimpered and pushed back again and again, “I’m your whore...fuck me like you paid for me.”
“They might want a piece, they might make me an offer.”
“Arrrrgh,” she groaned,
“Mm...mm...mm...ooo...fuck.”
“Cum for me, Cathy, milk my balls,” I encouraged, pulling her hair as I pounded her tight hole.
“Ngh...ah...fuck...do...erg...see...dirty whore...ah...ah...yes,” her whimpers became panted keens as her orgasm hit her. Shivering and moaning, she coaxed a huge load from my meaty balls to fill her gaping asshole. We shuddered in orgasm together. I pulled out of her with a squelching sound, and our combined juices dripped from her well-fucked holes.
A short time later, the two guys made it to the observation deck to find Cathy and me sitting on the bench as if we had just finished fishing, smoking the last of the doobie. They didn't seem to notice the puddle of cum soaking into the deck.
They had no gear and were obviously lovers. I got the feeling they were here for the same reason we were.
“Good morning, guys. You missed a spectacular sunrise.”
“Good morning. How did you make out fishing?”
“Well, I didn't think there'd be much action so early, but I ended up with my hands completely full in no time,” purred Cathy with a smile.
He glanced quickly at my package and back to Cathy, saying, “Oh, my stars, girl. I bet he was a keeper.”
I smiled as they bantered and wondered if he’d like the taste of my dick, fresh from her ass and coated with cum...
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