(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent . Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down.
I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew greatly from my own experiences. But as I progressed, I learnt not to fetter my imagination, but to give it wings, to take it to places one has only dreamt of. That's why I have experimented with different perspectives, preferring not to use names, so that the readers can easily put themselves in the place of the protagonist or any of the characters, building a strong identification with them. I am an amateur and a learner and would love your feedback as it is worth its weight in gold, and enable me to craft a richer experience for us all.
This is a lengthy story, which I have broken down into chapters, each complete by itself and maybe of a different genre. The story continues from Part 7.
Going in way too deep)
22 Love boat
After her experience, where she had to stop halfway because of his roving hands, she felt it would be safer for him to drive up to the jetty. She tied the coat around her waist to prevent any unintended exhibition of her privates as her dress hitched up, sitting akimbo. As the wind blew through her, she held on to him tight feeling aroused, as his manly scent permeated her nostrils.
Her hands drifted lower down from his chest to his tight pants, her finger tracing the contours of his manhood straining to break free. She wanted to imitate what her mom had been doing just a few minutes earlier, peeling his trousers so that he sprang up in salute, to the hands that set him free of their tight stranglehold. She twisted him this way and that, following each bend of the road, making him cry in delight.
He could feel a damp spot near his bum as she ground her nether lips against him, her essential oils leaking out of her making the seat slippery and sticky. Her nipples poked into his back like twin points, as her hand moved up and down his joystick, making him hard up again. He was too far gone, and his organ started pulsing in anticipation of an honorable discharge, when she pinched his tip hard almost choking the blood flow, making him apply the brakes to the scooter, as well as his passions, bringing them to a grinding halt. She whispered an apology in his ear, she didn't want him spoiling his pants, slowly releasing her pressure on his dick, allowing the blood to flow back in as he became limp, she bent over to stem the lubrication,seeping out of him slurping it up, before they resumed the ride.
At the jetty her parents were waiting, and informed them they just missed the boat. Sheepish and a little dejected, he went to the counter to make inquiries, returning with a broad smile a couple of minutes later. He had not only managed to salvage the situation, but improve on it beyond their expectations. He had chartered a private yacht for the evening, along with entertainment and candlelight dinner thrown in for good measure. It had cost a bomb, but no price was too high for love and to make a good impression on his future in laws too.
They climbed aboard the swank boat and we're greeted by a serenade on the guitar, some mocktails and a constant stream of starters, as they sat on the plush sofas in the lounge. The lights dimmed and a round of traditional song and dance, upping the beat as the boat rode into the bay where the river met the sea. She and her mom relaxed on lounge chairs on the top deck, as the menfolk went down to experience time at the wheel. Her mother cosied up to her, under the blanket provided to keep them warm, probing under her dress.
She started spreading her labia and flicking her clit, the squishing sounds, masked by the live music emanating from below. She blushed a deep red, enjoying the pleasurable current that coursed through her loins from her mom's experienced fingering, astounded at her reckless abandon of all conventions. She then felt her mother guide her hand to her thighs and up her leaking slit whose folds welcomed her as she learned to reciprocate the gestures that were being performed on her own peachy fuzz.
It was a race to see who could cum first, and ended in a dead heat as they both spasmed simultaneously, but the volume of her discharge was like a pond, compared to her mother's ocean. Her hand was enveloped in her mother's mature cream, while only a thimbleful of peach fizz issued from her inner core. They both used this liquid to slake their parched throats, her mom relishing some of her own vast reserves as well.
The sun was going down into the ocean, and her mom went in search of her dad, to view it together.Meanwhile he clambered up carrying some juice and a bunch of fragrant blooms for her. She asked him to put some in her hair, as he kissed her full on the lips. He tasted the sweetish remnants of her mother's cream enjoying the flavor. He asked her what she ate, and she blushed, too embarrassed to reply. The rim of the sun was nearly touching the sea at the horizon and he motioned her upwards to the crows nest, clambering up after her.
She had removed her shoes and he got an up skirt view of her thighs and a whiff of the musky scent from her loins, scooting closer pressing his nose up her skirt. She blushed helpless, as he took a small bite of her bottom, as well as a couple of licks of her thighs, tickling her, making her laugh. He was enjoying the perspective from below immensely, as she took the final few steps up he pulled down the zip at the sides.
On reaching the platform he kissed her passionately once more, taking the opportunity to lift the halter and let it fall on the floor leaving her clad in only the red negligee, tits and snatch poking through, her whole body a reddish hue, whether due to the sun's dusky glow or the flush of her arousal, he couldn't fathom. Maybe a combination of both, as she leant back into him, enjoying the romantic ambience.