“Come on, sweetheart. Time’s passing.”
Her lips closed around my penis. I’ll admit it was already thickening a little – the sight of floating breasts has a powerful effect – but the heat of Mary’s mouth after the coolness of the water launched it into full bloom. Her gentle and practiced touch did what it always did.
Mary pulled my now rampant part from her mouth.
“That was quick.” She removed a loose hair from her lip. “It grew fast, didn’t it? If it gets any bigger it’ll sink us.”
I have to admit I was getting very excited very fast. A week of frustrating proximity and lack of opportunity had made me quick on the draw and too eager to fire.
“Everything’s going to be quick if you don’t watch out.”
“Not if I take it real slow”
I sighed as her warmth slid up and down the swollen shaft, and hot saliva swirled around the burgeoning head. And she did take it slow; summer afternoon slow.
I reveled in the sensations, in the slow movement of Mary’s head, the lapping of the wavelets and the contrast between the peace and gentleness of the scene and the physical tensions growing in my body. Occasionally Mary would stop what she was doing and give me her lovely smile. If you saw that face, water droplets sparkling on it, shining eyes looking up at you, and your cock sticking out of the water next to her cheek, I guarantee your heart would flip just like mine did, and you wouldn’t last long either. I lay my head back and groaned with pleasure.
I did what I could to slow myself down. I knew I couldn’t go on for much longer as the inexorable pleasure brought me ever closer to my moment of no return. I tried to focus on something outside my body, looking for faces in the clouds, watching a seagull with more intense interest than the poor bird had ever received in its whole life. But I knew if we stayed where we were, and Mary continued her silky onslaught, there would be a deflating explosion long before we wanted. And that might just be the end of the afternoon, as recharge time for fifty five year old males can be a little longer than we might like to think. Not that Mary would say she would care. She would just take her loving spoonful, dribble it down her chin and smilingly wait for any new signs of life.
“Sweetheart, I’m getting really close to coming. If it goes off it’ll shoot me across the bay like a jet boat”
“Then I’ll follow the trail and swim after you and bring you back.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
I loosed my hold on the ladder and sank into the water. The cooler depths below the surface produced a glorious sensation on my overheated prick, a bit like Mary’s peppermint blowjob trick, but gentler. I surfaced and put my arms around her, enjoying a long kiss and that shimmering haze of warmth that two bodies skin to skin in the water transmit.
“Let’s get on the deck.” The hoarseness in my voice surprised me. “I’ve got things I’ve got to do, and I can’t hold my breath that long under water”
She arched an eyebrow and, after a pause, she gave me another kiss.
“Let’s go,” said Mary and started to climb the ladder.
As she rose out of the water I trailed my tongue along her body as it passed, from her shoulders, to the small of her back, over the curve of her buttock, thigh, calf, then ankle, and finally received a parting bang on my nose from her heel, which made my eyes water. Worth it though!
She was waiting for me as I climbed aboard and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Where?” she said.
“V berth”
“Goody”
Despite our complaints about it, the V berth was the only decent piece of sex furniture on the boat. Everything else was appallingly uncomfortable, not ergonomic, too complicated, or too hard on the knees. Although magical moments could be had on the companionway steps, on the foredeck, through a hatch, and on the cockpit cushions, the accommodations below left a lot to be desired. The settee was mean and narrow. Letting down the saloon table and rearranging the cushions was too laborious, and the result was a queen size bed with knee trapping crevasses. But the V berth, tucked up in the bow of the boat, was clearly designed for sailors with dirty minds, by sailors with dirty minds.
The V berth was separated from the main cabin by a door, with lockers on either side flanking a small space for the door to swing. The bed was wide facing the door and narrowed to a point in the bow of the boat. It wasn’t that great to sleep in but it was great for sex if you did it right.
Mary climbed onto the berth the only sensible way to do it, which was head first. If she had been quicker she could have got turned round before I stuck my face in her fanny, but the sight of her strong thighs pushing her arse up in the air was irresistible, and I was on her like lightning.
“Oooof,” she said and pushed her bottom back into my face.
I ran my nose up and down the cleft between her cheeks and then used my tongue to separate the lips hiding her sex. The taste was a delicious mix of salty sea water and Mary’s own musky brine. Soon her lips were wet and swollen and slippery and the taste was just the taste of Mary, the unmistakable taste she has when she begins to get excited.
After grinding herself into my face for a minute or two Mary rolled over on to her back. I enjoy eating pussy as much as the next man, but it can be hard to breathe in that position and by the time I was temporarily released from duty I was perspiring mightily, my face and beard were soaked in juice, and I was gasping for air.
The V berth offers a most civilized position for mouth work the conventional way. Mary lay on her back with her feet up on the bulkhead at either side of the door and I put my arms around her thighs, so that my hands were flat on her belly and I could stand on the floor, lean over the berth and taste her beautifully presented sex.
By this time Mary was very wet and my tongue slid easily from outer folds to inner folds and then made the short journey up to her clitoris. And every time I licked that little knob Mary gave a little jerk accompanied by a slight catch in her breath. When she really gets into oral pleasure Mary’s whole body seems to change. It becomes softer and more pliable, and begins to respond to every sensation in a way that you can sense through her skin. I moved my fingers down from the soft warmth of her belly and caught her lips between my fingers and stretched them apart. Because she was so wet I had to grip hard otherwise they would slip from my fingers. Mary liked that, liked the stretching of her lips, and liked the way it bared her clitoris to my lips.
“Oh, Yes, Jim, Oh Yes, Oh Yes-oh-yes-oh-yes”, delivered with increasing urgency. And then she came hard and noisily as I sucked hard on her.
“I want you inside me,” she said as the shudders began to die down. I stood and pushed myself easily into her.
She was urgent and wanted me fast, pushing hard and vigorously against me. Normally this is a position in which I have some control but Mary was bucking fast and furious and I joined in as hard as I could, slamming backwards and forwards in that well lubricated passage, drops of sweat spattering off my head onto her belly. I had one of those little moments when you notice something when you are in the middle of concentrating fiercely on something else. I noticed that her navel was filling up with sweat and flicked it out with my thumb even as the sticky slapping of our thighs and the sodden plunging of our private parts continued. Finally the grip of her spasming vaginal walls overcame what little control I had and I burst into her, jetting a vacation’s worth of semen against the plum of her cervix.
“Oh, Mary, Mary!” I yelled as I clung to her, my buttocks clenching and unclenching as the last drops squeezed into her. Sweat soaked us, dripped from me and ran in rivulets on her, little streams trickling between her breasts, in the hollows of her neck and into the crevices of her groin where our bodies were joined.
“My beauty!”
“My big love”
Hours later the kids were waiting for us on the dock as we maneuvered the boat into the slip.
“Hey, Mum! Hey, Dad! I bet you can’t guess what we did.”
We beamed at them.
