He leads you by the hand, along the boardwalk. The two of you are alone there, save for the birds. There is an observation tower, three stories tall. You climb it together, fingers intertwined. At the top, you lean against the rail and look around you. Behind you, nothing but a sea of green mangroves. In front you can see the boardwalk below you. He cups your ass and kisses the back of your neck.
His lips glide over the nape of your neck, as his hands slowly unbuttons your shirt. You feel the pale skin of your breasts tighten under the warm sun, and the salty breeze. He bites down on your now bare shoulder, and you gasp, pressing yourself back into him. His fingertips run up and down your sides, teasing. As his fingers begin to pinch your nipples, you idly wonder if anyone will come down the trail. By the time he slides your pants down over your hips, and his fingers start to glide over your slick pussy, you know that you don't care.
He continues to kiss your neck, sometimes biting down just hard enough that you shiver. One hand is rolling your nipple between two fingers, a sweet sensation that seems to pull heat up from your pussy. The other hand slowly spreads your pussy open, and you moan as the wind kisses you. He slowly slips a finger inside you, then runs the soaked finger back and forth over your clit. You sway your hips in rhythm with his fingers, a dance of slow building passion.
Suddenly he roughly spins you to face him. He takes a nipple into his mouth, while thrusting two fingers deep inside you at the same moment. You cry out, and grip the rail tightly. His tongue flicks over your nipple, hot and damp, then he bites down hard enough to make you groan. The fingers fuck you hard and fast, and you feel the tightening in your belly building. Your moans get louder and longer with each thrust.
Then the fingers are gone, and you growl in shock and disappointment. He drops to his knees before you, and replaces his fingers with his mouth. One long slow lick, molding his tongue to your pussy, your clit, ends your protests. He starts to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit, as you grip the back of his neck in your hand. You feel his lips close over your clit, and he is sucking on you, varied with sudden flicks of his tongue. One finger teases the your pussy, barely penetrating you.
You pull him up, and kiss him, tasting your hot need in his mouth. You press him into the rail and pull up his shirt. You run your mouth over his smooth skin, until you find his nipple. You smile to yourself as he gasps when your teeth close over it. You reach down and cup him between the legs. His cock is as hard as your remember it ever being. He is wearing nothing underneath his shorts. You feel dizzy with lust.
You kiss and bite your way down his torso, to your knees. Impatiently you open his shorts and pull them down. You take his cock in your hands, enjoying the soft skin, the heat radiating from him. You run your soft lips over the sides of him, and he moans for you. You allow the head of his cock to slide between your lips, sucking softly. You know he is not even watching the trail below, and if anyone should happen to come up the boardwalk there would be no hiding you taking what was yours. The thought makes you smile, and you let your mouth slide over him.
