Authors: Trixie de Winter
Tags: #romance, #love, #sex, #kissing, #doggy style sex, #couple erotica, #blowjobs and big cocks, #cunnilingus erotica, #missionary sex, #womens contemporary erotic romance
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Now I have done it!
After a lot of pressure and persuasion
from my friend, I have finally made a dating profile on the
Internet. I am quite
skeptical, I must say. I don’t even know exactly what it is
I am trying to find. Do I seek a relationship? Is it sex that I
want? Do I want both? Or do I want either? Maybe it’s just a bit of
a pastime for me. And it does turn out to be stealing a lot of my
time. It’s real good fun this. It’s also a much better way of
getting to know a man instead of meeting them in a pub when I am
I quickly manage to sort all the weirdoes
out and block them, especially the fruit loop that keeps asking to
buy a pair of my used knickers for a hundred quid. I soon learn to
manage my profile so all those that I would never want to get to
know don’t appear in my searches. After a couple of weeks, I am
writing with a few interesting men. One particular guy stands out.
He calls himself the Captain.
After another week, I am only writing with
the Captain. We have exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers
and we are chatting to each other several times a day. I get lots
of butterflies in my stomach every time I speak to him. He is
really nice. Down to earth. He’s got two kids that are staying with
him every other week. I’ve got my son all the time. We actually
don’t live very far from each other.
After a few more days where the frequency
of our communication keeps stepping out, he ev
entually asks me out on a date on his
sailing boat. The following Saturday. I am a bit concerned. He is
younger than me, around thirty and I am in my mid-thirties. When I
was younger, I always went for older men. I was only around twenty
when I first realized that a man needs to be thirty before he is
really mature and experienced enough for sex to become really
great. It’s like men need to be trained sexually throughout their
twenties before they peek when they are in their early thirties and
their sexual performance eventually becomes satisfactory – so to
speak. Now, I am thirty-seven and still going for men around
thirty. Well, I eventually decide to accept his offer. A boat trip:
Finally it’s Saturday. I drop-off my son
at my sister’s and go home to get ready. Home alone, I start to get
really excited about the whole thing. I pick a bra that gives my
breasts a lift and make them stand out a bit.
My breasts are not exactly gravity
defying, but the result gets my approval. I put a light, lilac
summer top on which is almost see-through. My breasts are nicely
tanned after a sunny summer. My cleavage actually looks really
good. I am happy about my looks. Even if I have had a child and put
on a few pounds, I still do not look too bad for a
thirty-seven-year-old, I decide. I opt for a little, white skirt
and a pair of sandals with a bit of a heal. I consider not wearing
any knickers, but change my mind. After all, it’s a first date with
a man I have never met outside the virtual dating world. Better not
jinx my luck, so I put on a pair of laced hipsters that match my
bra. Nice. I spend almost an hour doing my hair and make-up. Then I
re-do my make-up as I realize, I might have put too much on for a
boat trip. We are bound to be on or in the water all afternoon, so
it might look awful if it starts running. I bring a cardigan in
case it gets cold on the water and I am done. Then I am off to the
Port of Call as per the Captain’s instructions.
I am really excited to finally meet him
and see him with my own eyes. Of
course, he has send me photos, but people always
send you those in which they look their best. I park the car. There
are a lot of boats in the marina and I wonder if it will be easy to
find his. I need not wonder. He is standing right next to my car. I
recognize him instantly from the photos. Wow! He is one handsome
guy. Dark, short hair, nice masculine chin, brown eyes, close
shave. He has that rugged look I have always been attracted to in
men. His body: double wow! He’s got those long, slender and firm
muscles without being pumped-up in any way. The kind of muscle you
only get from natural work and exercise. He is wearing a pair of
well-fitting blue jeans that make his ass look really sexy,
sneakers and a white t-shirt with some print on. He sends me a
broad smile. Great teeth. What a smile!
“So you are here and we finally meet”, he
His lips are amazing and he’s got a cute
dimple on his right cheek. His upper lip has the greatest cupid’s
bow ever. I want to taste them.
It’s so good to meet you. You look
amazing!” he says and gives me a nice, firm hug. He is wearing
favorite cologne from
Davidoff, it’s so delicious, pure man. I am sure it’s pure
testosterone they put in that bottle. It goes straight into my
private parts. Yummy.
He takes my hand, and we chitchat on the way
to his boat, which is moored at the pier. I know absolutely nothing
about boats, but I can see it’s fairly large. There are two cabins
below deck and the mast is very tall.
I sit next to the steering wheel where the
Captain is standing to navigate us out of the marina, out to
We have a nice, relaxed easy-going
conversation together without being too deep. He appears to be free
from his past relationships and seems to have a sensible
relationship to his ex-wife. He’s got a wicked sense of humor,
something I really appreciate in a man. He makes me laugh many
times. I enjoy the view back on town and the slightly chilly fresh
air and the smell of salty sea and his cologne that keeps finding
its way to my nose. The sun is beaming and it actually feels quite
warm out here on the water.
After about half an hour, he drops the
anchor. I guess we are about two miles out.
“Fancy a dip?” he asks. You bet. I could
really do with a swim in the water.
I go downstairs in the cabin and quickly put
on my swimming costume and grab a beach towel. When I come up, he’s
slipped into his trunks. Of course, I can’t help but have a
sneak-peak at him. Mmmm - It looks very promising indeed!
We jump into the sea. It’s really great to be
cooled off a bit. I dive to get my head under water. Suddenly, he’s
there right in front of me below water. He grabs hold of me and
presses his body against mine. He is so masculine. It feels
amazing. His mouth seeks my lips and he gives me a light kiss. Then
we have to go up to get some air. We gasp for our breaths and laugh
at each other. He winks at me.
Come and catch me” he says and swims off.
I go after him. We stay in the water for about ten minutes more
just fooling around. Laughing. We climb back on the boat. He takes
two massive towels and put them on the deck. Then he takes another
huge, soft towel, which he folds around me from behind. He gives me
a massive hug. I get goose bumps on my arms and jelly knees. I am
shaking a bit.
“Are you thirsty? Do you want a drink?” he
I would love one actually.
He goes below deck and comes back with a soft
quilt, two tall champagne glasses and a bottle of Dom Perignon in
an ice bucket. That’s class! He pours me a glass of champagne. And
put the quilt down. We sit on it. Very close together, his right
arm touching my thigh. He winks at me with those beautiful, playful
Cheers!” he says. We sit for a while small
talking in the afternoon sun, the atmosphere between us is loaded
with tense sexual electricity.
What happened under the water, I think I
would like to try that again”, he says and without waiting for my
reply, he leans over and softly kisses my lips.
He looks up, seeks my eyes. He smiles that
broad, warm smile. Oh, that dimple!
I let my tongue play over his lips, but he
teases me, retreats his face and I am not allowed to taste any
more. He smiles again. Kisses me down my chin. I moan and put my
head back so my throat is exposed to him. He kisses me very slowly
and gently all the way down my throat. I love being kissed on my
throat. I’ve got goose bumps all over my body.
He kisses my ear and gently bites my
earlobe. I feel a retraction in my pelvic, like an electric shock
and I can’t help but letting a moan of lust escape me. I can tell
it arouses him. He grabs hold of my neck and starts kissing me. At
last I get to feel his tongue and taste him. Long and deep kisses
with the tongue. I gratefully receive his kisses and kiss him back,
our tongues dancing together in my mouth and in his. We have
completely forgotten the champagne when kissing and he accidentally
spills some on my left breast. Not that it matters. I am only
wearing my bra.
Oops, I better sort that out”, he says
with a naughty grin and he leans in over me and licks across my
breast. My body responds immediately and my left nipple becomes
stiff even if he hasn’t touched it yet. He notices it and pulls the
cup down so the breast is naked. He lets his tongue play around the
nipple then gently bites it and let go. I can feel how I am getting
really wet down below. My juices are flowing freely. He puts his
hands around my back and takes off my bra. “Lie down, sweetie.
Close your eyes. Just enjoy your body”, he says and I instantly
obey him. I am throbbing with want and need. I close my eyes in
joyous anticipation. I shiver thrilled as I can feel he is pouring
more champagne over me, over my breast, my stomach and in my belly
button. He uses his tongue to slowly lick it off. Over my breasts.
Playing with it around my nipples. He sucks both of them and bite
them very gently. Oh God, I am so turned on. He is making me so
horny. He keeps licking down my stomach, let his tongue play with
my belly button. Further down. I can feel my breathing getting
heavier and I open my eyes. He is sat between my legs. Smiling
broadly at me. I can tell from the huge bulge in his swimming
trunks that he has been affected too. I smile back at him. I grab
hold of his big upper arms and pull him over me. Put my legs around
him. His trunks and my bikini are the only things separating our
bodies. He puts his hands down my bikini, between my legs. Finally!
He starts rubbing my clit. Very gentle circular movements with his
fingers. Oh God! I have to feel him NOW!
I grab hold of his trunks and rib them off
him and he takes off my bikini. He is on top of me, his hard
throbbing cock head is
just touching the opening of my vagina. He kisses me
greedily, his tongue playing with mine. I am on the verge of
exploding. I spread my legs and grab his ass to force is cock into
my wet, willing pussy, but he resists my attempt.
Oh, now, not just yet”, he teases.
You are kidding me! I have
never been this turned on in my life. Never wanted a cock this
badly. I have to feel him now!
He sits up, takes the bottle with
champagne and pours some over my already soaking wet pussy. It
feels cold and extremely titillating on my throbbing clit. He bends
down and lets his tongue lick through my labia. Again and again.
All the way up. Then he gently licks around my clit. Oh yes! Keep
doing it! I raise my pelvic towards him. And he licks and licks and
licks and I explode in a massive, rolling orgasm. I scream of
pleasure. He lets me lie down and rest for a second. My legs are
shaking. That was so powerful, so intense. I look at him. How
amazing is this man? He starts fingering my clit, very gently. Then
puts to fingers into my hungry pussy. My vagina is burning. I am so
turned on again and I want to feel him deep inside me right