"Ginger Mount Isle."
"That's not on the tourist trail, no one ever goes there."
"Exactly."
We laughed together.
We were close enough for Dusty to snake out his tongue and lick if not suck my nipples. That only served to increase my needs, I shuddered, the frisson of stimulation. I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and fondle the treasure enclosed within his shorts, a hand up the leg made the task less of a task than a pleasure. A naughty enjoyable pleasure.
I suppose that we had been on the water about half an hour when we beached the dinghy on Ginger Mount the sudden stop as we hit the beach was sufficient to throw the two of us in a heap in the bottom of the boat, rattling the wine bottles.
I was in no great rush to get out of the boat, I was quite happy with him nestled between my thighs, I engaged his lips, and made suggestive movements of my hips. We only stayed like that for a few minutes before he removed himself and assisted me from the boat.
Two duffle bags and the hamper were disembarked, and between us we moved them off the beach, I lead the way, because I had been on Ginger Mount before, and I had a fair idea where to find the secret hollow.
Dusty left me in the hollow and returned to the beach, it was essential that he secure the dinghy, we wouldn't be watching it and didn't want it to drift away. While he was gone, I rummaged in the bags and found the rug, which I spread on the ground in the secret hollow.
The hollow was a decent size, the surround was somewhat higher than the middle part and between the middle and the sides there were numerous rock formations of varying sizes and arrangements. By the time Dusty returned I had cast off my upper garments and greeted him with bouncing tits, the freedom was delicious.
Approaching me, I turned my back to him, he snuggled up to me his hands came round and cradled my tits, his thumbs teasing my erect nipples. I shivered, I could feel his hardness against my shorts, attempting to snuggle between my buttocks. I leaned my head back alongside of Dusty's, turning slightly to kiss him.
I could but sigh as I savoured the sensations his hands engendered in me, positioned as we were it was not possible to kiss fully and was therefore far from satisfactory.
I turned in his arms, my tits pressed to his still covered chest, and now, to my great pleasure his cock was pressed against my mons and belly. We kissed deeply, deeply, tongues engaged in tonsil tickling fencing each trying to spear the other.
Slowly we sank to our knees, the mouth contact not breaking, I, wrestling his shirt from his body to cast it aside on the soft sand. My tits enjoying the coarse rasping of his chest hair to tease them to even further stiffness.
We rolled onto our side, fondling, groping, kissing tongue fencing, Dusty's hands were more than active. I too had needs, firstly to touch him, to demonstrate in that touch the affection I had developed for this sturdy Able Seaman and then to sate my lust for him.
Freeing my arms from their entrapment between us, I worked them down his muscular form till I reached the top of his shorts. We did not cease our osculations as I rolled him onto his back, well not until that is, that I climbed onto the tops of his thighs. I leaned down to dangle my tits near his mouth in the hope that the hint, the offer to suckle would not be missed, while I busied my fingers to unbutton Dusty's shorts.
I wasn't too disappointed, to the extent that the suckling distracted me from my intended task and it was a real effort to concentrate on revealing the weapon of choice for the up coming battle of the genitals.
Dusty's fingers intruded up the leg of my shorts, striving no doubt to engage the furrow he had ploughed a few times in the past. Whilst he did get to the target area, the invasion was thwarted by the tight pair of briefs I was wearing, having considered that French knickers were unsuitable to wear under shorts.
Climbing from him, I lay beside him, and took his weapon in my hand, he undid my shorts waist and delved within still the briefs defeated him and he failed to reach his, and my, objective. I stood, my shorts fell to my ankles and I stepped from them. I was clad now in a pair of transparent nylon briefs which certainly displayed my auburn curls yet protected the vital furrow.
His hand grasped the waistband of the briefs and made a little space, suddenly the briefs were invaded, the curls parted and the furrow teased open. On an instant, I orgasmed one almighty shudder coursed through me, a simple touch to that vital part had formed the overture to the early matinee performance.
Panting I rolled away, his finger left me and as I lifted my hips to help, he stole my protection away throwing the nylon briefs towards a nearby rock. As I lay recovering from my first ecstasy of today's encounters, the first of several I hoped, Dusty opened the hamper and selected the first of our bottles of red.
We both drank deeply from the bottle, ignoring the provided glasses, it felt so decadent. Both my upbringing and my station in the service as an Admiral's wife demanded a rather higher level of behaviour than I admit I was displaying here.
Dusty burped noisily and lay back on the rug I tried to emulate his burp and almost threw up, god how embarrassing, then joined him on the rug. It was so relaxing, listening to the waves lapping on the beach the gulls whirling, shrieking overhead the few light clouds drifting across the otherwise clear blue sky.
Dusty moved a little closer and slipped his arm around my shoulders, he brushed my ear with his lips, stopping to nibble on the lobes. I shivered. He moved on kissing and licking down under my chin and along my throat.
From my throat, his lips caressed down over my warm sun kissed chest until he reached and kissed my tits.
"We must protect these delicate little nibbles." He sucked the nearest nipple into his mouth and nibbled, whilst fondling the other and tweeking its nipple.
Have you ever noticed ladies that when a gentleman handles your goods, and you start to get, well, a little excited, a peculiar phenomenon takes place, it happens to me, when my tits are fondled, my hand is automatically drawn to the gentleman's appendage.
I'm not complaining, I enjoy it, I just wonder, is it me or are you all the same. Anyway, back to the story.
"So how do we 'protect' them?"
His hand dropped to my knee. My naked knee I may add, as soon as he touched the inside of my knee, my legs parted...wide!
"Like this." He slipped quietly between my legs and with his body shaded my 'delicate little nibbles'.
Of course that placed Dusty's peni... sorry, cock in close contact with my curly auburn covering. That was somewhere that it could not remain, I slipped my hand between us, a wriggle, his cock was captured another wriggle and it was home.
Before he had any chance of escape I locked my legs about him, and levered him full length into my vitals. It started as a gentle rocking, the pace increasing until my furrow was being vigorously ploughed. I matched Dusty thrust for thrust, every thrust was enjoyed both going in and coming out.
Fifteen minutes of the most energetic f... sorry, copulation, I still can't say that word and it was delicious, absolutely delicious the conclusion flushing my innards with floods of semen. Jizz he called it, I didn't care what he called it, so long as I got it. His eruption triggered mine and there was a mingling of our juices
When it was over, this orgasm I mean, I released him, eventually. He slackened within me, and when I moved, if you remain coupled for too long the juices get sticky and uncomfortable, he slithered from me, rolling off me onto the rug, his cock trailing wetly across my bare leg.
We had beached the boat on a shallow sandy beach, a little further round, there was a lovely pool, sheltered and just like a large bath tub, deep enough to be able to stand and not too many creepy crawlies.
We scrambled over the rocks and into the pool standing almost to our necks in the warm sea water. We hugged together, and his cock started to stir, poking at my sticky wet curls.
We douched each other washing away the evidence of our recent abandon, the act of which was singularly stimulating and enjoyable. Washing a cock, and scrotum is unavoidably stimulating to both parties and I soon had a tight sac and a stiff cock in my hands, thank you Dusty.
