Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Intro)

35. Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Intro)

It was Saturday morning and we were still in the mega-yacht marina in Miami. Still working my plan to offload my stowaway. We had a lunch date on a different behemoth, Stardust. I wanted Vista to be horny when we visited. You know, like a shopkeeper dusting his wares. So I quietly slipped out of bed trying not to wake her. I was purposely trying to avoid her vow of sex first thing every morning.

Much to my chagrin, my rattling around with the coffee pot roused my sleeping beauty. She crawled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she came up behind me, wrapping herself around me. Her hand felt my crotch.

“This is not acceptable. Where’s your morning wood, Sailor? I’m in the mood and so is my pussy. Don’t you want my pussy to be happy?”

Vista climbed back in bed, spreading her legs for me. “Come fuck me, Sailor. Please, please, please! Coffee can wait. I need your cock in me now. Please?”

Succumbing to her pleas, I nestled in between her thighs, stroking my cock up. Just the sight of her pussy with it’s fine pubic hair was enough to swell him up. I guided him home as she raised her legs. Her warm wetness made me wonder why I was avoiding this delight.

“Your cunt is so fucking nice. I just love how tight she is, how she swells up, how she grabs hold. You have a delightful pussy, Vista. One you should be proud of. And one that I can’t get enough of.”

I was stroking deep now, slow and with purpose. “It’s all yours, Captain, it’s all yours. Oohhh, yeah … Any time you want it you can have it. Damn that feels good … Your cock is just right inside her. You stretch it out so much. Keep fucking me. Just keep fucking me.”

Being an early morning fuck, I didn’t really last too long. The feelings were so delightful, it only took a few dozen strokes for me to empty myself inside her. It was a regular but satisfying ejaculation.

After breakfast we strolled through the marina just ogling at these hundred million dollar ships. Some were so large that their dinghy alone was bigger than my Love Boat. I wanted to find Stardust so that we’d know where to go for lunch. After locating it, we returned to my miniscule Love Boat.

An hour later Vista was sitting on the edge of the bed absorbed in her phone. I was at the nav station plotting the rest of my passage northbound. “It’s almost time to get a move on for our lunch date. Since it’s the middle of the day I think you should wear something hot. I mean sexy hot. Show some butt cheeks, show your trophy winning legs, impress the locals.”

“Celine says hi, by the way.