one fine day two sweet young things went off on a boat to play in the ocean. they brought with them fine wine, lovely cheese, a few other delicacies and some actual food.
they had water and fuel and a talent for navigation and their colour was running high as they set off on their excursion.
the sea was that shade of blue that is generally reserved for digitally enhanced photographs or perfect days on the water. the colour that no one believes could be real until they see it themselves.
their skin was browned by the sun and their hair had been lovingly coloured by salt, sea, sun and years of it. in short, they looked like what they were, beautiful young things that had grown up outside and in the water with nary a wintry day to trouble them.
they lived in paradise and they knew it.
she didn’t know that he had a plan, she knew of a small bag and a mischievous smile but that was all.
arms about each other’s waists they sailed out of their harbour and into the azure waters of the sea beyond and as soon as land became a bit fuzzy in the distance they were skinning out of their clothing and laughing like children.
of course neither of them sported tan lines.
they set the boat to rights and quickly set the auto-pilot to take them to a favourite cove. a place with small cliffs on all sides and a black sand beach at water level.
a place where the only other beings they would see were dolphins, sea birds or schools of brightly coloured fish. of course they couldn’t wait.
as they worked he watched her golden body as she bent and stretched to put the food away, at a certain moment she felt his eyes on her and he saw her nipples crinkle.
he inhaled.
she stilled.
no one could say who moved first but suddenly they were on each other. she sitting on the tiny counter and he pressed against her body while their tongues danced and their skin delighted in it’s companion.
she felt him then, springing erect against her and she moaned into his mouth and just … shifted a little so that his tip was nestled at her entrance.
he groaned to feel her there and grabbed her perfect ass with his hands as he ravaged her mouth and ever so slightly parted from her and returned to nestle.
again and again he moved his hips that way, just teasing at her entrance until she sobbed into his mouth and she pressed herself forward as he drove himself into her and they shouted out.
she wrapped her heels around his waist and he walked her, joined at the root, up the stairs and on to the deck. he kneeled ever so slowly and then allowed himself to slip out again as he lowered her to the ground.
in seconds they were fucking.
violently and animalistically.
she left furrows on his back with her blunt fingernails and he left bruises on her hips and thighs. they howled and moved as one and their movements became ever more frenetic as they drove themselves faster and faster.
their tanned bodies glistened in the sun as they used each other mercilessly, alternately attacking each others mouths and throwing their heads back to pant and moan.
he reached under himself, magically still moving in that driving rhythm, and he fingered her throbbing clitoris. she screamed and gushed and he played her mercilessly, plunging his shaft into her over and over while she writhed at his ministrations.
she screamed again and bucked and bucked and bucked again and as her muscles thrummed around him he felt himself erupt into her for what felt like eons and they then collapsed in a gaggle of limbs to the deck.
“thank you my love” she said.
“oh no, thank you my love” he replied and they shared a smile before dropping their heads and dozing in the sun awhile.
the soft beeping of the autopilot roused them some immeasurably lazy increment of time later and he smiled and rose to take them into their cove and set an anchor.
she rose as well and went below to make them a snack tray filled with grapes and cured meats, soft cheeses and spreads and beautiful baguettes.
they met on the deck again to sit with their limbs entwined and feed each other kisses drenched in local wine and delicious food. they noticed not a whit that they occasionally spilled oil and things on themselves. the sea was here after all.
he smiled as he saw her notice.
out of the corner of her eye she had spied it. her nipples crinkled and her eyes widened as she saw the blindfold he had left casually draped from the rail.
“is that for me?” she said breathlessly. he nodded, delighted with himself when he saw the lust flood her eyes.
“yes my dear, it is”
and she closed her eyes and shivered while her nipples grew into little pebbles…
