I'm leaning on the railings at the side of the ferry, gazing out over the calm blue sea and thinking it looks more like Ibiza than England, when you appear behind me, your hands slipping round to grab my breasts as you whisper "guess who" in my ear.
I try to be stern as I tell you off but I can't help giggling, who else would be so silly?
Leaning my head back against your shoulder I link my hands behind your head and pull you down to me for a kiss, laughing up at you as I nip at your lip.
The warm sun caresses my exposed neck and a light sea breeze keeps the temperature down, warm enough to go without a sweater or coat but not so warm that it becomes uncomfortable.
Savouring the heat of you standing behind me I arch my back, pushing my hips against you and feeling your erection press into me through the thin fabric of my dress as my nipples harden beneath your teasing fingers.