We rented a small motorboat and spent some time exploring some of the bays and inlets near a particularly lovely beach town. Eventually we made anchor at a completely deserted inlet and we took advantage of the privacy to fool around. I sat on the padded cushion on the bow of the boat and S knelt in front of me and sucked my cock. The boat was being rocked by the rolling waves and S made a game of kneeling with her hands behind her back and letting the buffeting waves knock her forwards, shoving her throat down onto my cock. It did not take long for this game to give me a solid erection, and we still had the privacy to use it. S swiftly doffed her bikini and laid on her back on the bow of the boat and I mounted her for a quickie on the bouncing waves. There was a little nervousness as I kept an eye on boats that might be approaching, but I managed to drive S to a couple of satisfying orgasms before finally rushing to my own, just as another boat began to approach the cove. We dressed, pulled up anchor, and puttered away. As we departed S swore the other boat’s pilot gave her a very knowing grin.
Later in the day, at another quiet bay, I was sitting at the stern of the boat while S was sprawled on the decking at my feet. I playfully stroked her bikini-clad pussy with my foot and toes. I wasn’t planning on doing anything more, but S did not hesitate to pull her bikini bottoms to the side and I stroked a little more intently with my big toe. She scooted forward and suddenly I had my big toe fully inside her pussy, wiggling and thrusting. I wasn’t sure she would like it, but she did. I wasn’t sure she could get off from it, which felt like a challenge, and so I did my best to make sure she did. I succeeded.
Even later still in the day, we piloted the boat to an even more remote location, bobbing in the water below towering 1200 ft cliffs, and took the time for a little nude photography. I’m vain enough that I want to look the best for my pictures, so S very sweetly sucked me to a very pleasant length and thickness.
Finally back home after an amazing day and a fair measure of red wine, we fell asleep fairly early. Around midnight I woke to hear S talking in her sleep. Mostly it was gibberish, but there was one clear line of dialog, a playful, teasing, “Tell me you fucked her.” Well, if she was having that kind of dream, I was certainly going to help. I very quietly applied a generous helping of olive oil to my cock and mounted her before she could fully awaken. When her eyes finally opened and focused on me, she groaned deeply and pulled me in tight. I alternated attacks, going very slow and gentle with my full body pressed on top of her, and then sometimes lifting her thighs and folding her in half with rough, savage pounding that made her scream. After driving her into one of those clusters where individual orgasms were impossible to count, I finally filled her with my own cum and fell back to the bed panting. S laid there inert, gasping for breath, and I finally got up and went to the bathroom to bring her a cloth for cleaning up.
As if that wasn’t enough, I woke again in the very dark hours of the morning and decided to fuck her again, just because I could.