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This part is a continuation of the 1st part, so, if you have not read that please go through it. This, just like the 1st part, is also a narration of another such real incident. So it will have dialogues in Bengali, as and how they took place. For your convenience, I will give the English translations side by side. It was 6 months post this incident and Mimi had planned another visit t,o Siliguri on her birthday.

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He felt her exhaled sigh of contentment, which tingled against his now bare skin, and again met her sweet smile as she looked up at him. Then again, it was probably because Marie was the one that got him to do it. Was there any man on the planet as lucky as he felt, right at this very moment?

The women alternated between rapid-fire conversation, which was their usual custom, mixed with some mindless fun romance book reading. Feeling a soft squeeze, she looked down at her breasts. Sprawled on her back on their bed, a gloriously naked Marie stared up at him as he gently pressed an enormous penis into her soft lips.

They could hear the occasional passing of cars on the highway far away at shore, but it was otherwise quiet, and peaceful. Staring off to the fading light of the west, she let her mind wander. It would forever be a mystery to him as to how she did this, but at the moment he was completely incapable of speech, only whimpers managing to escape his lips. That was true. It was enough to hold him there, for the moment, though she fantasized of another sword piercing her desire with piston-like strokes at the same time.

Light enough to see… and yet nobody would. Her hair fluttered around her as she stared down at her breasts, gloriously beautiful in the evening twilight.

Laughing, they followed the rail to the back of the boat, where their men rested. The air still felt warm, a soft breeze caressing her body and tickling her hair.

Sex on boat

She glanced at her cousin, who was also staring into the fading light, a peaceful look on his face. Honestly, neither one wanted a fish to bite, as it would require actual work. Licking her lips, she looked up at him, her eyes now practically glowing in the dark. It was a mystery as to why those two gorgeous women tolerated blokes like them, but they did. This was going to be fun.

Nauka vihar – the erotic boat sex ride – part 2

With hair waving in the wind, sunglasses to protect their eyes, their bodies kissed by the sun, they looked marvelous, their bikinis carefully chosen, so it seemed, to make their husbands drive the boat crooked. He was doubtless enjoying the stunning view, even as she reveled in the simple freedom of being naked, and unashamed.

His soul absolutely ravished, how could he not smile? The day seemed to pass lazily by. Nuzzling his face at her shoulder, he glanced briefly at the fading sunlight, then returned his gaze to the shadowy cleft of her breasts, already undressing her in his mind and enjoying the sweet wonders of her gorgeous body.

She shivered as an erotic tingle passed through her. By most. He checked the viewfinder and sighed softly. Of course her best friend knew about this secret little fantasy, too. They had enough supplies to last for at least a week, if they wanted to, though after a couple days her husband would want to return to his beloved wheat fields. Reaching her arms around, she gently gripped his quivering thighs as he drew forward, watching himself disappear into her mouth. Tilting her head, she gazed between his powerful legs.

Driving the boat further down the river so they could see to the west, they set it at anchor and sat together on the bow as the sun disappeared in the west. He put the camera down, sensing far more important things at hand. Kneeling purposefully as he stood, she gazed up at him, watching his face as she slipped warm fingers into the waistband of his shorts, gently drawing them down his legs.

He could still see the blue of her eyes, luminous in the fading light, which seemed to peer into his with the longing of one soul for another. Marie lifted the camera one last time to try to catch the fading light. Stan held up his hand with the sun screen. But for now, they could rest in the warm sun, and light breeze. He smiled again. Up close, she stared at him, loving the exquisite vulnerability of his body even as she yearned to give him pleasure that would take his breath away, just as he was about to take away hers.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked again at the fading light. Her breasts seemed to cry with relief, gorgeous chestnut colored nipples straining to touch the palms of his hands as he held her. His words unintelligible as he valiantly attempted to go against every single one of his instincts at the moment, he again urged her to stop, looking with fierce intensity into her pretty face.

Lisa giggled, and felt her cheeks color. She could tell he was already hard, and smiled to herself as she softly wiggled her bum against him, just to let him know that she knew. The trip took about an hour, but sufficed to take them past the great bend to open water. Long and hard, a glistening pearl of precum formed at his tip, until it tumbled over the side of his soft crown and down his thick shaft in a slick trail. Marie smiled softly, thankful again for Lisa. The pleasure from her soft hand felt excruciating. Gently squeezing him at his base, she flickered her eyes up to his, before returning to gaze at him, already dreaming of what he would feel like inside of her.

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His body seemed to taunt him, the stabbing aches of pleasure boat through his manhood in agonizing pulses. Leaning in close, she kissed the tip of his manhood, smiling when he winced in delight. hood best friend, she loved him too, even if he did still owe her for finding Lisa for him. Swollen with desire, his manhood popped free, bobbing in front of her with each pounding beat of his heart. By: A. Moored in the Tri-Cities, it seemed to handle the waters of the Columbia easily as he throttled the engine away from port to the east.

Marie dropped her camera with a sigh. He Sex her hands insistent on the back of his thighs, as she drew him deeper, and simply held him there. Nothing else mattered, and a part of him felt like all but shouting for the joy he felt, to be so loved. He seemed to surge forward into her as she accepted him into the softness of her throat, even as he instinctively wondered if he should pull back, not wishing to hurt her. Long a secret fantasy, of making love with him on a boat in the fading light of day, she looked forward to its fulfillment this very night!

Standing up, Lisa looked towards the horizon, the rest of her bikini falling from her. Still later, Stan fired up the mini-grill and cooked up a story of hamburgers for supper. She probably owed Stan a friendly kiss for renting the boat and unwittingly giving her opportunity to fulfill one of her sweet fantasies.

He looked down at her again, admiring her soft hair as it hung down her smooth back, pointing at her little feet that appeared below her bum. The lights burst, and concentrated their ache in one spot. Late in the afternoon they took a swim together in the river, which was colder than it appeared from the boat. And he knew it, too. Looking over her shoulder, she looked down at him, a smile filling her face. We just got done helping each other get it on.

First time sex on a yacht

It would have been more fun without the pesky bees, but both husbands had appreciated their efforts profusely. At the moment Lisa and Marie were chatting animatedly near the bow of the boat, pointing at something on the shore. Hands on hips, she made quite the picture, arousal flashing through him like an arrow to the heart. Moistening her hands with tanning oil, she stretched out her legs, polishing them until they glistened in the bright sunshine. The tan bikini fit her like a glove, and only made him wonder again what was underneath.

He snapped another picture, feeling desire course through his veins in near heart-stopping pulses. Below deck another man moaned softly.

Lifting the corner of his hat and lowering his sunglasses, Stan eyed them both, which was a highly rewarding exercise. She stretched her own legs out, and proceeded to apply the protecting tanning oil, smiling at Marie as she did so.

Frankly, it could have been a potato sack she was dressed in, and it would likely have had the same effect on him. Momentarily watching her softly bob up and down on him, he finally tore his gaze away to the still colored west.