Bahamas Beach Sex

  This is one of those stories where I have to go, “I can’t believe we actually did that.” But it is totally true. When I was 33 and my fiancée was 23, we had planned a trip to Florida where we would rent a 37-foot Bertram double cabin yacht in Fort Lauderdale from Bahia Yacht Rentals and sail it for a week or ten days in the Bahamas. Unfortunately, my father had died a month or so prior to the planned trip and my mother was really depressed and miserable. We thought inviting her along might cheer her up. My fiancée and I were in the early stages of a really hot and heavy romance so having my mom along threatened to put a bit of a damper on the adventure. But it was a sacrifice we were willing to make. And it was definitely worth the effort. After the trip was over my mom said it was the most fun she had had in her entire life. The Bertram had a V-berth up in the prow where mom would sleep and a large stateroom in the back where we would be. See the attached photo. That’s not a photo of the Bertram model we had but it does show the double cabin design. We figured there was enough distance between the two sleeping quarters where we could still have enough privacy to satisfy our horny urges without being heard. The planned trip was to run across the Gulf Stream from Fort Lauderdale to the Bimini islands in the Bahamas. We overnighted in Bimini and the next morning took off early across the Bahama Bank to our next stop which was Chub Key. This was a three or four hour run across the bank which is only about 8 feet deep for the entire trip and you can literally see the sandy bottom through the crystal clear water. Many of the Bahama Islands are privately owned and a group of Greek shipping billionaires had built a private resort on Chub Key called the Crown Colony Club. Originally only intended for the private use of the billionaires, which included Aristotle Onassis and Stavros Niachros, and their friends, it was later opened to the public. But you could not berth there overnight without an advanced reservation. I had made a reservation, weeks, or maybe it was even months, in advance. When we pulled into the marina gas dock at the Crown Colony Club, we filled up our tanks and were directed our to slip. We were berthed next to a 65-foot motor yacht which was owned by the Brown-Williamson Tobacco Company, where Mr. Brown himself was on board. He introduced himself, primarily I believe because he was quite taken with my fiancée in her really skimpy bikini. After getting the boat tied up, we headed to the clubhouse for a late lunch. The clubhouse is situated right on the beach. After a nice lunch my fiancée wanted to lay out on the beach and gets some rays. I joined her while mom sat on the patio of the clubhouse reading a book. We spread out our towels about 100 feet from where mom was. There were a number of other people on the beach, but nobody was really close to us. As we lay together on the beach in the classic spoon position. I was really horny. I worked my cock out the leg of my bathing suit where my fiancée could play with it. It was immediately rock hard. I also managed pull her bikini bottom to the side and insert my fingers into her pussy. My body pretty much obscured what we were doing from any of the beachgoers. If anybody had walked by, they would have been able to figure it out but fortunately nobody did. After some torturous playing around, I couldn’t take it anymore and managed to slip my cock into her pussy. The feeling as the head of my dick slid past the lips of her juicy cunt was indescribable. I very slowly began a slight in and out movement. The length of my stroke was very short. Only an inch or two. And agonizingly slow. If I had been pumping my full 6 or 7-inches it would have been immediately obvious that we were fucking. As it was, our movements were barely noticeable. But it felt amazingly good. And my strokes were frustratingly slow. Just barely moving in and out. I normally go for some pretty fast pistoning in and out when I am fucking so this took every bit of self-control that I could muster to keep from some very fast cock ramming. But the feeling was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. And before long I had a mind-numbing orgasm as I pumped shot after shot of love juice into her sweet cunt with barely perceptible movement. Looking back, I remember it as one of the most erotic orgasms I’ve ever had. It was so good that we attempted to duplicate it later back home and I could never muster up the self-control to mimic the experience. I guess not having the pressure of being discovered kept me from maintaining that incredibly slow stroke. After cumming we lay there locked together for 15 minutes or so until my deflated wet cock slid out of her equally juicy pussy. I managed to get my dick back inside my swim trunks and headed up to the club house to get us both some desperately needed margaritas. We planned to leave early the next morning for Nassau. I looked up the manager to settle up because I knew we would be leaving before the office opened. She told me not to worry about it, that they would send me a bill. I was surprised at the amount of trust that was extended to a total stranger for a fairly substantial amount of money. Dockage fees, several hundred gallons of gas, lunch and dinner all charged to our account. A few months later an invoice showed up and I mailed them a check. That was the extent of any beach sex. We did manage to get some serious fucking done on the boat for the remainder of the trip. ######