Ship size

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

With the sail boat finally cutting its bow smooth through the waves, I have a chance to sit down next to you dear. The boom wide and our angle sharp in the water we kiss and let our fingers play within one another. Our daytime adventure has moved to the daytime obsession we seem to share. With our skin barely covered by the swim wear we adorn it makes it difficult to keep our hands off of our parts. Its not long before my bare foot is the only thing in control of this vessel. Laying you down on the cushions I open your top to reveal your flesh to the sun. I see your body react to the heat beating down on your nude breast. I take my kisses from your mouth and down between your thighs and back. A tease as I must stay in control while our motions are rough out here. With out a hesitation you move your fingers to release the strings at your side to let your bottoms fall too. Using a piece of rope I tie the wheel to the rail to keep a general direction. To up against you I go pushing my way to my knees. Legs wrapped firmly around my waste I move with the waves and roll you. My shorts in your way you pull them low to let out my wait. With the sun high in the sky and the mist from the ocean I slide in you as you sit and let me captain the ship. Your energy strong your ass slides on the cushion to meet me at the edge of your seat. Slow but strong we go and the wind keeps the sails full. The wind our guild as your hips control our direction. I feel the tide change as your pace slows and the main sail loses its gust. Taking my time on the water I move to enter and exit as your body lays against the sides. Leaning in to catch your breath again the new directions makes the water flow across the yacht smooth. My size more the point as you take my entirety with eyes thrown wide. The salt mist on our lips as we nibble on one another. With the rocking our wake makes new ripples in the ocean. As your teeth take my neck and fingers drag my back we go off into the sunset.