The Boat

Hot steamy sunny day
Perfect wind good sailing
Smell of sunscreen and salt water and sweat
Long day working teasing posing showing skin
Hauling lines trimming sails heading for port
Bobbing in sunlight anchored offshore
Mariners and shrimpers calling it a day
Motoring past us one by one
God, it's humid
Sweating despite the breeze
Stripping down to swim suits
Stowing sails
Margaritas stashed in the cooler
Cooool and easy to drink
Coiling lines leaning over
Hands grabbing hips pushing suit bottoms down
And off
Top follows with the pull of a string
No chance to protest
No desire to either
Hands slipping and sliding and roaming
His tongue licks the sweat from the nape of my neck
His cock hard and refusing to wait
Slides through sweat and juice-wetted thighs
Finds my eager pussy
And thrusts
Hands on my hips, pulling me back
From the mast I grip
Into him again and again and again
Slick and fast and hard
Margaritas shake and wobble and spill
Covering the deck filling the air
With the smell of lime
And tequila
Small tragedy making us laugh
As we cum uncontrollably
Then slump into each other
As the ovation erupts from the shrimp boats
And a captain hollers
"We give it a 9.5, with deductions for spilling your drinks!"
Mortified but excited
I turn to them raising my arms
Posing like Marilyn Monroe
And then dive into the cool covering water