It's a clear sunny day with a nice cool breeze from the north. We take a drive along the coast, to start the day after breakfast, and we're both in a naughty, very mischievous kind of mood.
You've worn a silky soft skirt, and since you've purposely remained naked underneath, you slowly and teasingly hike up, and at my request you flash me and play with that delicious rosebud in front of me as we travel.
As I take pains to watch both you and the road, I lift your blouse and caress your ample breasts, and lightly pinch your nipples and trail my fingertips over the outer curves. I make certain to maintain a discreet distance between us and the other vehicles, as you spread and arch your freshly glistening little flower out for pleasure as you tease it up while I play with your sexy tits.
After a many long minutes and miles of this, I tell you to open my pants and take out my swollen cock. You flash me a lascivious look as you begin do it, and you stroke it very lightly as it stiffens further. I tense a little in my seat as you get me hotter and hotter, and as I break a slight sweat, you bend down to lick the pre-cum just beginning to show at the tip. As you turn toward me in your seat, I reach down I finger your soaking little slit first teasingly and then gradually more deeply, and then slip all the way out to jill your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming, but not letting you actually get there until we can stop someplace discreet.
When we do finally stop and park a little ways off the highway under some lush trees, I roll on a condom and you eagerly straddle my cock and glide the folds your slick little pussy up and down the underside of its hard length, feeling every inch as it rubs against your slippery little petals, and then moving so extra slow as your little button slips over my glistening pink head. I run my tongue in circles over your swollen nipples and suckle at them - first one and then the other - gentle and firm, feeling them up nicely as you graze your honeyed lily over my shaft.
Then as the distant traffic rushes past, you slide your opening gradually down onto my heated length and let it impale that luscious little belly of yours as you diddle that wet little clit in front of me, and I feel up your tits and bend forward to lick your nipples with a fast flicking tongue and roll them between my thumbs and forefingers. Then you press that puffy little mound down and grind your hard pink little nub into my pelvic bone, arching your back and rubbing into me.
Neither of us are able to hold off for long, and I feel your sex clenching down on my plunging cockshaft as you squirt a little hot clear girl-cum between us, and my whiteness streams in gushes deep within your writhing belly.
We lay against each other in a warm afterglow, and we feel each other's skin slick with sweat as we relax in each other's bodies. Then I open my window to let the cool morning air in, refreshing us for another sweet encounter farther up the road.
I want that scrumptiously wet little slit cumming hard and sweet as often as I can give you that delicious pleasure.
Later on that night we're invited to a five-hour wedding cruise.
We've been sitting in the car in the parking lot kissing and touching, having arrived earlier in the evening - not knowing the travel time or the traffic on the route to the harbor, and not wanting to be late.
Now as we board, we're holding each other close and my hand moves heavily to trace the contours of your waist and your hips as your fingertips run gently over the muscles of my back. Upon crossing from the gangplank to the deck, you discreetly draw a quick line across the top of my butt cheek with your fingernails.
The youthful crowd gathers in the main cabin for the ceremony, now adroitly performed by the gentlemanly old captain. The rites proceed with a number of touching modifications to tradition; notably the bride and groom read aloud from small scrolls their personally crafted vows evidencing both romantic and erotic overtones.
The buoyant reception celebration begins with several clever and heartfelt toasts from those closest to the happy couple, and a light but delicious meal is served.
A little later, we're encouraged by the champagne and the warmth of the cabin to seek a little of the night air, and the water is smooth and glassy as it passes around the hull beneath the moon in the cool of the evening. The blue-white of the moonlight is enhanced by the yellowish twinkle of the delicate party lights braided though the rigging.