The Boat

The soft 'chock' of the oars as they split the water carried far over the still waters. It was a warm night, with a half moon hanging low in the sky. Stars mirrored in the lake wavered as gentle ripples of the boat's passing disturbed the reflection of heavenly firmament.

It was a beautiful sight, a beautiful night. Nearly as beautiful as my companion in the little rowboat.

As improbable as our meeting was, as impossible as the budding relationship was proving to be, we just seemed to fit. Similar temperaments, though vastly different experiences, allowed us the breathing room we needed to find our way through disagreements.

The boat for instance. A dinky row boat wasn't what you had in mind when I said I was bringing a boat home. I'd helped a neighbor of mine out with a few projects this spring, just being friendly. When I refused payment, he insisted I take the little boat as a thank you. Quickly discovering the small outboard was damaged beyond my skill, I set it aside. I rather enjoyed the play of the oars, the pull of my muscles sending the small craft into the night.

Your face, normally so pensive and worried with one thing or another, was finally so relaxed you didn't even notice when I shipped the oars. I leaned back, just watching you enjoy the night.

The pale moonlight was just enough to make out your features, put a shine to your hair, and give me a mark to aim at when I leaned forward to kiss you. It had caught you almost by surprise, but you returned it with fervor. Your hands cupped my face as your lips explored mine. You slid over and straddled my lap on the back seat of the boat, seeing us gently rocking. You were rarely the aggressor to our lovemaking, so I wanted to see where this went. I didn't have to wait long. Your, well my, old flannel, the one I'd given you when we met, was your only covering- and it soon dropped away. I hissed a breath through my teeth as I saw your body in the moonlight. Your pale pink nipples proud upon your breasts stiffened in the chill breeze.

Your skin glowed in the stars was a beautiful sight, but what was best of all was the feeling when your hands opened my pants and gripped my cock, stroked it a little too roughly, but I could see how excited you were. The moment you decided I was ready, you hitched yourself up, held my shoulders, and lowered yourself onto me. My thick head pressed through your tight opening, we both moaned in pleasure as you slowly worked yourself all the way down until I was hilted inside you. Again our lips crushed together, tongues wrestling as you rode me. My left hand cupped and caressed your breast as my right supported your perfect derriere, lifting and squeezing you tight to me. You bounced on my lap, drove me deep into your core, neither of us were destined to last long. Your breathing quickened, and I knew from experience if not by sight that your blush went from your cheeks all the way to your nipples. I lowered my head at the thought and sucked your nipple to my mouth and clamped down on it with my lips and the slightest hint of teeth.

I felt your legs begin to quake, your sweet, wet pussy begin to spasm, and I knew your orgasm was upon you.

Mine was close behind, and as you opened your mouth and eyes wide to sing your orgasm to the skies, you felt my cock thicken and pulse inside you, which cut short your cry and turned it to a guttural moan as you sank your teeth into my shoulder.

I could feel our combined wetness flowing into my lap, and your thoroughly limp, completely exhausted body was cuddled to me, shivering with the now-felt chill of the night that was so easily ignored before. I wrapped your shirt around you without dislodging you from my lap, and started to row us back, conveniently not very far since we had drifted back towards our shore during our tryst.

I cuddled and carried you to the house, tucking you in as you drifted to sleep, spooning behind you and trying to resist the urge to start things up again as you pushed your sexy ass back into me in comfort.