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Boat Outing

You meet me at the dock, my boat and I await you as your hair is blowing in the wind. As we motor toward our destination I can’t stop wanting you. I want you now and can’t wait to arrive in paradise. The island is quiet and peaceful. Reaching shore I leap into the shallow water and pull the boat closer to land, allowing you to step out into the sand without stepping into the water. We grab the picnic lunch and our favorite bottle of wine, and hand in hand we race up the island to a small landing. Once there I stand behind you and lightly wrap my arms around you. I brush your hair from one shoulder and whisper into your ear. I gently kiss your shoulder, your neck and the lobe of your ear, hug you tightly, then pull away.
I spread the blanket on the ground then lie down on my side and invite you to join me. As I display the cheese and grapes, you lie with me. We don't talk; our eyes telling everything. I place a grape between my teeth and you bite off the other half as we enjoy a sweet kiss and laugh as we enjoy our wine, our lunch, and each other.
Suddenly a huge black cloud, swollen with rain rolls through, we start to scramble to get the blanket up and the picnic things together, but the fast moving storm cloud finds us before we are done and a warm spring shower drenches us.
I look at you as you are trying to pick up our things and I see your wet hair pasted to your face, your wet clothing sticking to your body, defining your outline as only your best lingerie does. I move to you and pull you into my arms and kiss your wet lips. Your warm body is inviting as you return my kiss. I pull you even closer to me and I feel your skin through your shirt. Our lips are still locked together. Our hands begin to roam our wet bodies.
I ease you to the blanket, our lips are still locked together, and I feel like I am going to drown from the pooling water on our faces. I stroke your body up and down, my hands roaming through your wet hair, along your neck, your sides, your breasts. I break free of our kiss and roam your body with my mouth and tongue, exploring, kissing, tasting. Using my teeth I undo the buttons of your soaking blouse. I kiss every area of your exposed flesh I can find. When I can find no new areas to explore, I finally release your perfect fleshy mounds, that I may explore them with my tongue and lips.  
As I draw one, then the other of your magnificent erect nipples into my mouth and suck, lick and nibble; your hand explores my crotch.
I free my crotch from your hands as I kiss my way further down your body. I undo your pants and attempt to pull them down, exposing your womanhood to my anxious tongue, but the wet fabric bunches about your hips and will not come free. We are both tugging now, until I give up and jump up, grab your pants by the ankles and drag them off of you, then remove mine.
As I lie between your thighs, you spread them and raise them over my shoulders. I circle, lick and kiss the outside of your lips, The warm rain glistens on your body, almost giving you the appearance of  a fairy princess as you arch your back to allow my tongue access.
I kiss my way back up your body. I find your lips with mine.  You lock your ankles behind me and drive me into you. I give you all I have, reaching deep into you, then slowly withdraw, only to slam in again. I feel your urgency, you are bucking into me, your ankles pulling me, and I cannot stand it any longer as I slam into you, connecting with your mound. I drive in and out of you with wild bursts, no control left. Faster and harder I go, yet amazingly you match me stroke for stroke. You lock your lips onto my neck and shoulder as your orgasm reaches its peak, ready for release. You feel me suddenly throb and swell to new dimensions with in you, and you know it is time.
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