The Boat Ride

He meets me at the gate, looking a little disheveled as is usual for him, cargo shorts and a shirt with the top few buttons undone, his chest is super hairy, which is a huge bonus for me. I love a hairy guy. 

We walk toward the boat, and he takes me by the hand to lead me in. I gingerly jump in an set the picnic basket in the little kitchen area. He’s made the place look nice. He untethers the boat from port, jumps in and starts the engine. The boat roars into life. Whilst he’s steering, I sit in the back with him, I love watching the water bubble behind the engine. The sun is high and it’s a cloudless sky. He throws me a grin every now and then, but mostly, he’s in his own world, sipping his beer. I kick off my shoes and walk along the side of the boat to get to the front. This is my favourite place to sit. Right at the front of the boat, it feels like I’m flying above the water. I sit with my feet dangling over the front, I can feel the vibration of the engine, and the cool water splashes on my feet … but more than that, this evening, the magnificent trees reflecting in the mirror still water is a sight to behold. 

The boat begins to slow down, and we drift to the bank, secluded. I hear him climb to the side of the boat to come join me, beer in hand. We sit and chat, talking about the here and now. The colours of the leaves on the trees, the ducks and the swans as they quietly paddle past us. The buzzing of nature is all around us. Something catches our eye, a beautiful crane fly whizzes past us. We sit in silence for what feels like hours .. his hand finds mine resting on the ground behind me and like a jolt of electricity I am awoken. I am in nature, and he touches me. We look at each other. This is our first outing, we planned it a week ago and have spoken daily since. He leans forward and touches my face and softly kisses me. I respond, I can taste the beer on his lips. 

He kisses me again, a little more fully this time, his tongue eagerly searching for mine, his hand gently holding and running through my hair. I feel his hand tighten against my head as his kiss becomes a little more urgent. My breathing becomes shallow and I feel euphoric. 

I look into his eyes and without a word, we both stand and he leads the way down into the boat. We undress and he lays me on the bed, his cock is hard, angry and in need of some attention but he ignores it and instead, he leans to the edge of the bed and investigates my pussy, gently probing with his finger he finds my clit and he rubs it for a few moments. She immediately jumps to attention and I can feel the wetness building up, I can feel the familiar tingling in my toes as he works on my clit and inserts a finger and masterfully strokes my gspot. Oh god, my back immediately arches and I almost instantly squirt over his hand. His reaction is to bury his face into my pussy, still working my gspot he uses his tongue to stroke my clit, oh the combination of that dampness, his tongue, his warmth breath I cum again and he laps up my juices. My legs are gripping him like a vice and he just kicks harder and faster, I scream out as my whole body ruptures and I cream his face more than I thought was humanely possible. My mouth is dry and my forehead is dripping with sweat and my body is pulsating, the next thing he stands up and I can see his cock, it’s bursting to be in me and in one swift action he is in me thrusting, his finger on my clit. His cock feels so good in me, he fills me up and god it feels beautiful … I can feel myself rising again, my legs clamp around him pulling him deeper into me, his thrusts become quicker and more urgent and I can feel him start to pulsate which just tips me over the edge and we both cum and he finally lets go of me and sprawls on the bed beside me. Aftershocks course through my body and send it into rhythmic spasms. 

I quite enjoyed this boat ride ..