He was certainly intending to proceed with his wicked ways. He'd dropped his shorts and undies and his erection was standing proud and it certainly had something to be proud about. He reached for Monie and pulled her flush up against him, his erection pressing against her.
"Do something, Carly," Monie demanded, and I shrugged.
"I am doing something. I'm admiring his, ah, manly physique. All you have to do is say no, loudly and clearly. I mean, if you scream there's all these people ready to come rushing to your aid."
I waved my hand generally at the beach, indicating the numerous beach-goers wandering about. Any panicked screams would be answered very quickly. There were a number of men present who'd love to come to the aid of a damsel in distress.
"It's not happening. People would guess what we were doing."
"I doubt it. You feel very nice you know."
His hands were wandering over Monie's bottom in a very familiar way, so he knew what he was talking about. He suddenly tightened his grip and lifted Monie up.
"Wrap your legs around my waist and lean back," he instructed her. She took a nervous look at me and did what he asked, her legs wrapping around him. When she leaned back his hands were there, closing over her waist to support her.
"A little steerage, perhaps," he said, looking at me.
"No, Carly, don't you dare," hissed Monie, while I just giggled, reached for his pride and joy and steered it into position.
"Oh my god, I said no. You know I said no," Monie protested, giving a gasp as he pushed firmly into her.
"You did, but it was obvious you didn't mean it," Brett pointed out. "I mean, you could have summoned assistance if you really didn't want to."
He certainly wanted to as he was already moving his hips in a rhythmic fashion, sliding easily in and out of her heated passage. Monie was muttering to herself but also responding, and if it was an unwilling response you couldn't have proved it by me.
I had to give Brett credit for one thing. The way Monie was leaning back against his cupped hands their heads were a couple of feet apart. No casual observer would suspect a thing. Unless they noticed how Monie's head was jerking about in time to his thrusts.
Brett was having fun, banging away with no cares, while Monie was making odd little sounds, either approval or protest, not that Brett or I cared which. I was finding the whole thing erotic and exciting. I could see myself having an interesting boat ride the next day.
I was quite surprised when Monie started trying to stuff her hands in her mouth and going nng, nng, nng, like air escaping through a small hole. I guessed that she was climaxing and throttling her scream. I was surprised as I didn't think Brett had reached the same point himself.
Whether he did or not proved to be a moot point as when he disengaged he was still as stiff as a poker, although much larger. He turned to me, winked again, and then he swept a leg around and connected with the back of my knee. If your knee bends you go down, and go down is what I did, landing on my knees. A hand on my back helped me onto hands and knees and held me there.
I was squealing, "What the hell?", and then my bikini went sliding down leaving me feeling awfully exposed in the rear. Then it was my turn to yell, "Don't you dare," but finding myself yelling quietly as I did not want anyone on the beach to come and investigate. Have strangers catch me on hands and knees with a cock making free of my body? No way!
He drove fully into me without any problems as I was hot and wet and that was Monie's fault, putting on that disgraceful exhibition in front of me. Before I could demand that he take it out I had another source of complaint. He'd snapped open the clip to my top with the result that the top fell away and my breasts were on display.
After that it was a case of hands clutching and fondling my breasts while his cock made like the ocean, surging in and out with a monotonous regularity. Okay, I'll admit that the ocean might have a monotonous regularity but a man's erection might have the same regularity but it couldn't be called monotonous.
He'd come driving in and I'd want to protest because he wasn't supposed to be doing this just yet (tomorrow was another day) but I'd also want to cheer him on as he was damned good at what he was doing.
Anyway, he just kept driving away and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Seeing I couldn't stop him it seemed only reasonable to go with the flow, as it were, and I pushed back quite energetically to meet him. (Might I point out that energetic is not the same as enthusiastic. It might look it to a bystander such as Monie, but it's not, so she should keep her remarks to herself.)
When all is said and done Brett was a very accomplished lover and he took his time bringing me to a climax. Or maybe he took his time because he was on his second course and he needed the extra time. It didn't really matter as at the end of the day I had been fully satisfied and felt like slumping onto the ground in a boneless heap.
I didn't do that of course. I reprimanded him for snatching the goodies before they were offered. He just laughed, suggesting I could consider it early payment for tomorrow's boat-ride.
Monie and I discussed that later. Did that little beach adventure mean that we wouldn't have to put out tomorrow. We didn't come to any conclusion but I suspected neither of us was particularly worried about what the morrow might bring.
