Chapter 1 - Overboard

 

Sunshine poured down over the decks of the cabin cruiser Lady's Choice, the bright, glittering brilliance sparking off the gleaming wood and brass of the sleek vessel. The day had started slow and continued to be a perfect late afternoon in the southern Pacific, the yacht drifted in lazy slumber on the restless water as the sun began her descent toward the horizon.

Giselle smiled, expression soft, while she peered at her husband who stood a short distance from where she was lying. He was at the wheel, guiding the cruiser with casual ease, his eyes glancing at the instruments occasionally as he replied to whatever Dale Montgomery was saying to him. They'd bought this boat together, the four of them - Dale and his bride Iris, along with Giselle and Blake Jordan. Iris was sitting in a deck chair a couple of feet from Giselle, and as she considered her for a moment, Giselle wondered again at Dale's choice of wife.

She'd known Dale longer than she'd known her husband. They'd flirted outrageously at times, but had never moved beyond that. She knew they'd both been afraid their friendship would never recover from a sexual romp for the sake of curiosity. But, Iris Langstrom was the last woman Giselle would have pegged to win Dale's heart. He was spontaneous and wild, like Blake. Iris was cool and reserved to the point of annoyance at times. She'd walked in on Giselle getting dressed the first night out of port, and she'd been so ill-at-ease Giselle had come close to slapping her for being ridiculous.

Giselle's smile deepened when she saw Blake watching her. She twisted onto her back, fully aware that he was now more interested in her than the direction they were moving. She closed her eyes and resisted the desire to slip off the bikini top that barely covered her ample breasts. As she created the image of Blake's tongue laving her nipples, she felt them tighten against the thin material. She held the image in her mind, and absently caressed a circle of touch around one of the rigid tips.

The muffled slam of a book told her Iris had spotted her action. She tried not to laugh when footsteps told her she was now alone on the deck. She heard Dale being summoned and cracked open one eye to see if Blake was alone at the other end of the deck. He was leaning on the wheel, his grin inviting her to continue. Instead, she climbed to her feet, grabbed a wraparound skirt, and padded down to the other end of the boat.

"Why don't you put us on auto-pilot?" She suggested.

He leaned on the wheel and smiled. "Why would I do that?"

"Well," she reached back and slipped the knot that held her top in place and peeled away the silky nylon from her skin. She dropped the top on the deck and began to squeeze her breasts and tug on the ripe, aching buds of her nipples. "I was hoping you might like to put your beautiful big dick in my very wet pussy, sweetheart." She slipped between him and the ship's wheel as she spoke and reached out to grip the outer edges of the wheel, pushing her tits toward him further. She laughed and tossed back her hair when he started to fondle her lush breasts.

"Suck them, Blake," she whispered. "I want you to suck my tits, baby."

He obliged her with a soft chuckle. She was squirming against the wheel in minutes as he licked and sucked one breast then the other, leaving her gasping for air that didn't seem to ever reach her lungs. She was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper, followed by the side string of her bikini bottom being tugged. A moment later, Blake lifted her suddenly and she was impaled on the solid length of his cock. He pushed so deep so fast that she choked on the moan that crested in her throat.

"God!" Blake moaned against her shoulder, "I love your cunt, baby."

He drove upward and Giselle shuddered and clung to him. She laughed when he pulled out of her a moment later and whirled her around so her back was to him. He positioned her hands on the ship's wheel and bent her forward a little before covering her fingers with his, and then he slid into her again, driving deep. Giselle pushed back against him, taking his full length with each frantic thrust of his hips.

She inched her legs further apart and wriggled her ass as he continued to pound into her, and she didn't quite swallow her scream of pleasure. "Harder, Blake!" She demanded, gasping. "Fuck me harder!"

He groaned; the sound loud and his hands left the wheel to move to her hips as he started to move in desperate, frenzied need. Giselle was moaning, her hips bucking wildly when he drew out a final time, and plunged back into her. Blake's entire body trembled as release swept them into a familiar haze of ecstasy.

Giselle was panting as she tried to stay on her feet. When Blake pulled out of her she moaned softly, then turned into his arms. He pulled her close and they sat back on the deck, sprawled together as laughter bubbled from them and drifted outward.