Waves of Pleasure

This story was recalled when I was asked where was the most unusual/daring place I had ever had sex. Though I've had some really great sex in many different places, the following story has to be one of my favorites.

I used to live on a sailboat when I first got out of collage. Not real big, but she was nice. I've been an avid sailor my whole life so it was something I always wanted to do. Anyway, I had gone out on a date with a girl named Michelle a couple of times. We had done some pretty heavy necking in my car, but everything over the clothes to that point. On our third date she wore a light summer dress that really showed off her body. I'm not usually a legman, but she had great legs and a great butt. But what was killing me that night was she was not wearing a bra. And her nipples seemed hard all the time.

Anyway, after dinner we went for a walk down along the marina. Michelle new I lived on a boat but was deathly afraid of the water. I was really proud of my boat and wanted to show it to her, but it took some doing before she would walk down the floating dock to where my boat was moored. As we walked down the dock she had a death grip on my arm. I have to admit it felt nice having her push her body up so tight against mine. Now to get from the dock onto my boat you had to climb up two steps and then step across the water onto the boat. This is usually easy for any child over 8 years of age. However, Michelle was too scared to try. I had to physically pick her up and carry her across. This too was not all bad. As I lifted her up in my arms my hand cupped her right breast. It felt wonderfully soft through the thin material of her dress. Michelle was so scared that I don't think she even realized my hand was cupping her breast. Once she was in the cockpit of the boat she was feeling much more secure and relaxed quite a bit. As I recall, it was late summer and even down at the water is was a balmy night out. We sat in the cockpit and talked for a while. I then went down below and got a couple of cold beers for us. When I came back on deck Michelle had changed seats so she was now behind the Wheel. I handed her the beer and went and sat with my back against the cabin so I could face her. The wheel of my boat was very large in diameter and only cleared the floor of the cockpit by a couple of inches. Because of the design, it was very natural and comfortable to place your feet on the spokes of the wheel, which Michelle did in short order. This did however; bring her knees up and apart, lifting the hem of the dress temptingly up her thighs and exposing a lot of inner leg. I had left the cabin light on and the hatch open. Michelle was bathed in a soft warm light that was at a rather low angle and illuminated her legs beautifully.

We talked for some time, and I did my best to look her in the eyes, but couldn't help but try and sneak peaks of her whenever I thought I could get away with it. As the conversation went on we started talking about ourselves. Somehow it got on the subject of strange idiosyncrasy we each had. I told her how I had this strange habit that whenever I got dressed; I always put my socks on before anything else. I had to admit, I would sometimes look in the mirror and see myself naked except for a pair of socks and think I looked rather silly. We both laughed, then she told me that the only thing she could think of about her self was that she always (and she emphasized "always") had to wear matching bras and panties. Now, I had heard of other woman that liked to have their bras and panties match... but there was something about the way she emphasized the word always. OK, so I'm not always the sharpest knife in the drawer, but it suddenly hit me that she was very obviously not wearing a bra that night. Did that mean... Looking over at her I see this knowing little smile on her face. Oh man, I think I got a little dizzy the blood rushed so fast to my cock. She then spread her legs a little more, and with the light from the cabin I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy. I think I heard a couple of the seams on my jeans pop.

Like I said, I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm not completely dull either. I quickly moved over next to her, and soon we were locked in a passionate kiss. Our tongues were like two fencers, parrying and thrusting, each looking for an advantage but enjoying the competition. As our tongue battle continued, my hands started to roam over her body. While my right hand moved up and down her back my left hand soon was rubbing and cupping her right breast. I felt her nipple stiffen through the thin material of her summer dress. I started to lightly pinch the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawing the fabric of her dress across her sensitive nubs. With this her tongue started to win the battle. Low moans began escaping from her throat and I was left defenseless. My hand soon migrated to her left breast and found the nipple already hard and waiting for my caress. By now my mouth had moved from hers and was kissing and nibbling on her neck and ear as the moans coming from her became louder.

I next moved my hand down her body and onto on to her exposed thigh. Slowly I started rubbing in small circles. Gently moving up her thigh, past the hem of her dress. Soon my hand was on the upper outside boundary of her thigh at the juncture where the thigh meets the hip. I so much wanted to slide my hand across and down into the sweet valley I knew was just inches from my fingertips. And I knew from the way she was squirming on her seat, Michelle wanted me too as well. But despite my longing to feel her wetness, and the fullness of her lips, I wanted to tease her a bit as I now knew she had done to me all evening with her sexy dress and no bra.

Wanting to take things up a notch, I remembered the hammock that I use on the foredeck when I go to Catalina. It is a simple hammock that attaches to the mast at one end and the forestay (a wire supporting the mast) at the other. It only takes about 2 minuets to hook up and I thought it could be a lot of fun. I slowly pulled away from Michelle who gave me a very puzzled look. I told her I had a surprise in store for her and that I would be right back. I ran up to the foredeck, pulled the hammock out the anchor locker, and had it up in record time. I then returned to the cockpit, took her hand and asked Michelle to come with me. When she realized we were leaving the safe confines of the cockpit I could see the hesitation on her face. I pulled her close to me and started kissing her again. I'm sure she could feel the swelling of my cock as it pushed against her stomach. As we kissed my hands ran down her back and started to knead her shapely ass. I was just about ready to forget the hammock, take her below and bend her over the chart table, when she pulled away from me and said.

"OK, but hold me tight"

"Like I would hold you any other way." I said with a big warm smile.

We slowly made our way out of the cockpit and up around the dodger. (A dodger is a canvas covering that keeps wind and spray out of the cockpit) Once we were clear of the dodger Michelle could see the hammock for the first time as it slowly rocked back and forth a couple of feet off the deck. When she saw it, I heard her catch her breath and grip my arm even tighter. I wasn't sure if it was from her realization of what I had in store for us, or the thought of swinging out in the open air with the water so close. And let us not forget that this was out in the open for the world to see. My guess is a combination of the three.

We walked over to the hammock and I helped Michelle in and then climbed in next to her. We lay there gently rocking for a while, just looking up at the stars, as Michelle got more comfortable. As we lay there I slowly started to caress her once again. Running my hand lightly up and down her body. After a few minuets she turned her head and kissed me. It was not a passionate kiss, but very soulful. We continued to lie there and exchange small kisses for quite some time. It was really nice, almost like we were the only two people who understood how special it was to lie out at night and just look up at the stars. She eventually rolled over onto her side facing me. Her left arm was stretched out over her head and her right hand resting on my chest. She then whispered in my ear.

"So where were we?"

"Oh, about here." I said as I pulled her even closer to me as our lips came together. This time however, the passion was back. It was almost as if we had never left the cockpit. Lying on her side, Michele brought her right leg up over me. This caused her dress to ride up very high. Now when my hand moved down her body I was treated to the unencumbered feel of her warm smooth ass. I cupper her beautiful full cheeks in my hand and pulled her even closer to me. Both of our breathing was now coming rapidly. I slid my hand down further around her ass and soon felt the wetness of her sex. I started to trace my finger around her opening. Her lips were full and engorged and slick with her lubrication. As I touched her she started to push her ass back against my fingers. In our current position I didn't have very good access to her clit, so I climbed out of the hammock where I could get a better position to really please her.

I think it is important to note that all this is happening out in the open on the front of my boat. We are only a few slips in from the public marina walkway, and there is a restaurant with an upstairs nightclub and deck looking over the Marina not that far away as well. Not to mention that anyone could walk down the dock on they're way coming or going to their own boat. Of course this added a great amount to the sensuality of the situation. The thrill of being seen by a stranger has always been a real turn-on for me.

Once I got out of the hammock I turned back to Michelle. She was now lying on her back but had not bothered to pull her dress back down over her sweet pussy. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked lying there. She had one arm back behind her head and was lightly playing with her exposed pussy with the other. I don't think I had ever seen anything as sexy in my life. I knelt down next to the hammock and had Michelle turn ninety degrees so she was now facing me and laying back in the hammock like it were a swing. The hammock was at the perfect height so that her pussy was just level with my face. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and dove into her muff. God her pussy tasted wonderful. The aroma was intoxicating filled my nostrils. I stuck my tongue out and lick just along the outer lips, her wetness sticking to my tongue as I traced my way around. When I got to the top of her slit I flicked my tongue over her clit and felt her body tremble. As I continued to eat her out I looked up to see she had pulled the top of her dress down and was playing with her tits. She had a breast in each hand and was twisting and pulling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I was lapping away at her pussy like a man who hadn't eaten in a week. Her juices were running down my chin and dripping onto the deck. I would alternate between burring my tongue as far in her as I could reach. My nose pressed up against her now engorged clit. I then move my mouth over her clit and sucked on it as my tongue drew little circles over the exposed nub. As I did that, her hands came down around the back of my head and pulled my face into her sex. I could hardly breath but felt her starting to cum. Her legs locked around my head and I felt her whole body tense. She jerked and convulsed about four or five times, then her body went limp. I was amazed, not a single sound came out of her mouth the whole time.

By now my dick was hard enough to use as a spinnaker pole. I stood, unsnapped my pants and pulled them and my underwear to the deck in one quick motion. I had planed to come around to the other side of the hammock and see if she would give me a little head. But when I looked down I realized her pussy was at the perfect height. And when the hammock swung towards me her open sex was pushing against my rock hard cock. I took a small step forward and asked her if she was ready for it. Michelle just responded by reaching down and started stroking my full eight inches. She then guided me into her dripping snatch. I can't even start to describe how hot and wet she was. The great thing about the hammock was that it's natural rocking motion made fucking her so easy. I literally just stood there and she would slide up and down my shaft. I had never felt anything like it. Fucking standing up usually took so much work. When ever I had done it before I had to physically hold the woman, or have her lean up against the wall. Both of which can be extremely rewarding, but also physically demanding. I could tell this was a new experience for Michelle as well. She was now rubbing her erect clit as the hammock swung her over my cock. It was almost like having a fucking machine. However, the urgency to get more physical soon took over and I grabbed the edge of the hammock and pulled her onto my cock with ever increasing force. At the same time she would push her hips up to meet my thrusts. I next took a good step forward so that I was forcing the hammock to tilt about 30 degrees. This kept her pussy pushed down hard against my cock, but also had me going deeper into her as the angle was more conducive for this. I stopped my thrusting motions and started to rotate my hips. I couldn't believe how deep into her I was. And as I rotated my hips my pubic bone was pushing against her clit. Her hands were now down by her side griping the edge of the hammock. With every rotation of my hips there was a point where we would catch and then pop as my cock would move from one side of her pussy to the other. It was subtle, but definitely there. And when this would happen myI cock would slide hard across her G spot while my pubic bone was pushed hard up against her clit. I could tell this was really getting her going. Michelle's eyes were clamped shut, and she was biting her lower lip. And every time I would rotate past her G spot she would let out a little grunt.

I was now building my pace and the little grunts were coming more rapidly. I was getting closer to the edge myself and was having trouble holding back. But I wanted her to come again before I did. I reached out and started playing with one of her hard nipples. First I gently rolled it between my fingers, but then began getting more aggressive with it. Soon I was pulling it, lifting her breast with it. I was scared I would hurt her, but Michelle was lifting her torso as my hand pulled up the nipple and then pulled her torso back down, pulling the nipple taught. I have to say; to this day I never met a woman who enjoyed having her nipples so roughly handled.

Thank God Michelle started to cum right then, as I didn't think I could have held out a minute longer. Once again, her body went ridged and then started to twitch as the waves overcame her. And although she did not cry out, every time her body convulsed an animalistic grunt would come from deep in her throat. I felt her pussy contract around my now aching prick with every convulsion as well. That was all I could take. I felt my balls tighten up, and was ready to cum. I quickly pulled out of her and grabbed the base of my throbbing cock. I don't know why but I wanted her to watch me cum. I felt the first jet start to erupt from deep inside me. It almost felt like it was starting in my toes and running up the entire length of my leg and out my cock. The head of my cock was purple and engorged with blood. When I relaxed the grip from the base of my cock I felt the cum rush up and out of my cock like it was boiling. The first jet shot high across her stomach and landed on her left breast. The second stream, though not as forceful as the first, was huge in volume and covered her lower abdomen and right thigh. My hand was now pumping up and down my shaft, milking out what ever I could, making the sensation last as long as I could. The third shot just added to the copious amount already on her thigh. And the forth and final release ran down over my fist as it now held the still engorged head in it's grip.

I looked up at Michelle, and she had indeed watched my entire orgasm, as I had wanted her to. She had a smile on her face like that of a teenager who had sneaked into an "R" rated movie without their parent's knowledge. She then pulled me into the hammock with her, my pants still around my ankles. As we lay there we heard the sound of footsteps coming down the dock, walk past us not 6 feet away, and then up the gangway and off down the marina walk. To this day, I'm not sure if we had given a privet show or narrowly escaped giving one. Either way, it made for one night to remember.