Thieves

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

After going downstairs to tell Gabriella to fix a nice breakfast for two of ham and cheese croissants, fresh grapes, coffee, a bottle of champagne and two glasses, I went back to my room to change. Having woken from a wonderful dream, where Quint and I had sailed naked under the moonlight, I was feeling extremely exhilarated. As this was our last morning here, I had the overwhelming urge to do something special, so looking through my closet, I finally smiled pulling the little outfit out.

It had been meant to wear to a risqué costume party I had never gotten the chance to attend and I had had it special made to fit exactly to my body. I put it on and looking in the mirror, I could almost see the look on Quint’s face when he saw me wearing the little French maids outfit.

“Bon matin Monsieur. Je suis chez service. Sion pour champagne et croissants.” I said smiling seductively as I walked in the room carrying the tray. “Uhm, belle vue!” I added looking at his nice bare buttocks as he was climbing back in bed having come from the bathroom.

“Bon….” Quint started to say before he turned to look in my direction. His mouth dropped open unable to speak as he stared at me, lust very apparent in his eyes.

His look was priceless and I enjoyed every bit of it as I sauntered to the bed, swaying my hips and carrying the tray like a pro. As he scooted up on the pillows and allowed me to place the tray down, I smiled noticing where the sheet had risen. I leaned over, setting the tray nicely down on his lap, lingering long enough to let his eyes gaze at the way my breasts were almost popping out of the tight material.

“Uh hmm, and what a breathtaking view to wake up to.” Quint finally managed to say lifting his gaze from my chest to look in my eyes. “And what do I owe the honor of such wonderful service, especially from such a delicious looking server.” He added raising his finger softly outlining the flesh of my breasts along the satin top of my outfit.

“Hmmm, wasn’t that what you that requested, a French maid to serve you yesterday morning?” I asked teasing him, leaning even closer as I brushed my lips softly across his. “Now why don’t you sit back, relax and enjoy.”

I stood back up taking the bottle of already opened champagne, making sure I leaned over to pour us both a glass. When I turned to put the bottle on the dresser, bending slightly, I heard Quint let out a rather loud groan.

“Arghhhh! Enjoy, oh yes, relax, hardly!” he said and I saw a rather flushed look on his face when I turned back.

“But honey, you need to relax and eat, store up all that energy you’re going to need for sailing. I’ve already called and they’re preparing the boat.” I said walking over to him and proceeded to sit down on the side of the bed with my ass up against his outstretched leg.

“Preparing it for what, or maybe I shouldn’t even ask.” Quint remarked with an almost knowing grin as he picked up his glass of champagne at the same time I took mine. We clinked glasses and then sipped our drink, humming from the delicious flavor as soon as it hit our taste buds.

“Oh you know, the usual, making sure its stocked with champagne, some finger sandwiches, fresh strawberries and cream.” I smiled, picking up one of the grapes and leaning over, pressed it to his lips, popping it in his mouth, taking another one and slowly popped it into mine.

“Of course, all that usual stuff, the same stuff I always keep my boat stocked with.” He said sarcastically and chuckled.

We chatted and teased about each other’s boats as we ate our breakfast, with me continuing to give him very nice glimpses down the top of my outfit. As we were finishing up and I leaned over to give him a kiss, my hand also moved to rest right above his knee. Slowly my fingers opened and shut, caressing his leg along with pulling the sheet that covered him down off his torso.

“Here let me get this out of your way, Monsieur!” I said seeing that we were through with the tray.

I took the tray and happily noticed that I had gotten the sheet all the way down so that his semi erect cock was in plain view. Turning away from him, I set the tray down on the dresser, presenting him with another long lingering look at my ass.

“Oh Monsieur!” I smiled delighted when I turned back to see that his cock was fully erect, laying straight up his belly. “Seems I have gotten you to rise up early this morning and ready for sailing, and so nicely too I might add.” I said and bending from the waist, lowered my head down and ran the tip of my tongue from the fleshy head of his cock down to the base of his shaft.

“Oh fuck Becky, damn!” He growled automatically shifting his hips upward as I continued licking up and down his length. Without hesitating Quint’s hand came up quickly, taking advantage of my panty clad ass caressing it while staring into the mirror getting a very good view of it.

“Mmmmm, I should have had this for breakfast!” I sighed and at that, I felt him slip his fingers beneath my panties, caressing my moist slit. I gasped, shivering pleasurably, and in turn, sucked the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue all around it.

“Sure we have to go sailing,” he said, his breath coming faster while his fingers slid along my wet folds.

Not answering him just yet, I opened my mouth wider, flattened my tongue and took his entire cock down my throat. His free hand came up pressing my head down even further and he groaned loudly, as did I went I felt his fingers push up inside my warm pussy. After several minutes of slowly sucking him deep and coming back up, I stopped, releasing him from my mouth with a pop.

“But Monsieur, I dressed special for this trip, considering I’ll be the only one serving you all day.” I said smiling watching him take in what I was telling him. As his fingers slipped from my panties, I stood up, pulling the sheet completely off him, openly admiring his wonderful body.

“You mean…nah, you’re not really going….are you telling me…” he said taking my hand as I helped pull him to his feet.

“Well now if you don’t get dressed and come sailing with me, you’ll never know, will you?” I teased him then felt the warm embrace of his arms as he pulled me to him, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

“And you’re really gonna wear that? On the boat and do….”

“And since I’m already dressed to go, I’ll go take care of the breakfast things while you put something on, not too much I hope. Unless of course you need help in dressing, Monsieur!” I smiled at him, my eyes filled with desire and excited by the look of joyful astonishment on his face by what had been offered to him.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Je crois que la dame sait que je dois m'habiller,” I said with a grin. “If mademoiselle helps me get dressed we might never make it to the dock.”

Rebecca laughed and then slipped off the bed and from the room carrying the tray of breakfast dishes. I know that she made sure to wiggle her ass just a bit more than usual on her way out. As I remained on the bed for a few moments, waiting for my erection to lessen, I couldn’t help but smile. From her sweet attempt to speak French to her exotic little costume, complete with dark stockings and hat, she had surprised me considerably. Here I was ready to sign myself off of this ride, yet she had made this gesture and I was smitten. I had to be crazy not to hang onto her for all it was worth. All that she had and she liked dressing up too! Damn!

I rummaged through my overnight bag and pulled out a pair of khaki shorts and a loose fitting sport shirt with a Hawaiian styled print. With my favorite pair of topsiders I would be ready to sail. While getting dressed, I decided to forego wearing anything underneath the shorts, perhaps giving Rebecca a bit of a surprise should things go that way. When I met her downstairs, she was still dressed in her little outfit, but was carrying a large tote bag over her shoulder.

“Ready, monsieur?” she asked.

“Oui, mademoiselle,” I said. “Je suis prêt à dépenser le jour sur votre voilier ou votre amour faisant à vous, comme vous souhaitez.”

“Quint!” she protested as we walked toward her car. “You know I don’t speak French that well, but we are leaving to go sailing remember, not to make love.”

“Damn! And just when I thought I could get away with something,” I laughed.

“Not when I’m around, Quentin McCann,” she said. “I’m keeping my eye on you.”

The drive to the marina was brief though I did take advantage of the opportunity to reach my hand over and rest it on her thigh, floating just between the top of her stocking and her hip. When I tried to edge it up toward her sex, she clamped her thighs together, trapping me.

“Monsieur! Behave yourself!” she admonished me with a slight grin. I smiled and pulled my hand away still leaving it on the warm supple flesh of her leg.

She seemed excited when we reached the marina and took my hand to lead me toward her sailboat. I stood for a moment when we reached the slip. I recognized the shape from an old sailing magazine as a Fastnet 45, a twenty year old racing design that still looked fast just sitting at harbor. A fiberglass hull with stainless fittings, and a beautifully finished interior done is satin finished teak. A roomy cockpit in back and plush fore and aft staterooms.

“Rebecca!” I remarked. “This is yours?”

“Uh-huh,” she said leading me toward the gangway. I could see the deck hands making ready. “Hello, Jean! Hello Louis!” she called out to them as we climbed aboard. “You like?” she asked turning to me.

“Do I? I remember seeing one just like this years ago at a regatta. A sleek and fast boat,” I remarked. “How’d you come by this?”

“My father had it built for racing a long time ago and I just can never bring myself to part with it,” she said. “It’s such a great boat and Jean wouldn’t think of letting me sell it.”

I greeted the crew and offered my help should they need it, but they insisted that I sit back and relax and enjoy the day. Rebecca showed me below where she stowed her bag. I noticed that they didn’t give her or her skimpy outfit a second glance.

“You are just full of surprises, Rebecca,” I said, looping my arms around her and pulling her toward me. She brought her hands up to my shoulders and brought her lips up to mine for a kiss.

“All the better to keep you guessing, monsieur,” she said.

“So when are you going to start serving me, mademoiselle?” I asked teasingly. I let my hands wander up her backside, from the lush cheeks of her ass to the bare skin of her shoulders.

“We should be underway shortly,” she answered, “So why don’t you make yourself comfortable up on deck, and I’ll bring some refreshments up.”

“Deal,” I said, giving her a kiss and then climbing back up to take a seat on a upholstered bench in the cockpit area. It was interesting fun to watch Jean and Louis finish preparations and cast off. The Perkins diesel roared to life and motored us out into the bay. By the time we were ready to set sail, Rebecca came up from below, carrying a tray of fruit and champagne. I noticed that she had traded the spike heels for something a little more suitable for sailing. But she still looked like liquid sex poured into her snug little outfit.

“Is monsieur hungry?” she asked, sitting next to me and picking up a fresh strawberry.

“Oui, mademoiselle, very hungry,” I answered, opening my mouth and letting her feed me the strawberry. With my mouth still wet with the juice I leaned over and kissed her.

Thus began a little game between us, feeding each other, using our kisses as rewards. The look in her eyes was precious, a mixture of raw sexual desire and a sweet innocence that made my body shiver with excitement. The way she leaned toward me, letting the curves of her breasts and the warmth of her body tease me had my cock growing hard.

It wasn’t long before Jean and Louis had us far out into the Mediterranean, the cloudless blue sky above and the deep aqua of the sea providing a perfect setting. Though I tried hard to resist, I couldn’t keep my hand from slipping around her waist and pulling her toward me. As Rebecca leaned in for a long deep wet kiss, my hand drifted down along her back, moving over her ass and tracing the line of her panties as they crossed over the cheeks of her ass. I could sense the warmth and moistness between her legs as my fingers danced lightly over her skin. When they darted underneath and eased toward the folds of her pussy, she didn’t flinch or say a word. As the bowls of fruit were growing empty, we both sat back on the seat, enjoying the view and the fresh sea air.

“This is gorgeous, Rebecca!” I remarked. “Have I thanked you enough for asking me along?”

“I think so,” she chuckled. “But it’s been my pleasure to have you along. I would have come just by myself, but you have made this a lot more fun, Quint.”

“And to think I would have been content to hunker down in a cheap hotel room on the coast and miss out on all this,” I said, waving my arm broadly at the boat and the setting. “And this,” I said kissing her cheek. “And this,” I said kissing her neck. “And this,” I said dragging my tongue out along her shoulder. “And this,” I said, kissing my way down between her breasts. “Mmm, so much to miss out on.”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Oui Monsieur!” I sighed excitedly, feeling warm shivers as his kisses made there way down between my breasts. “And I wouldn’t have wanted you missing out on anything.” I said as I undid several buttons of his shirt, slipping my hand inside. I inhaled deeply, the feel of his bare chest at my finger tips causing me to shiver with excitement, I loved touching him, exciting him, seeing how it stirred him.

“On anything, even this?” Quint said with a devilish gleam in his eye as he tilted his head up slightly, while his fingers pulled the material down, exposing my dark taut nipple. With several quick flicks of his tongue around my puckered aureole, I gasped, shivering, feeling my nipple getting rock hard.

“Monsieur, are you trying to take advantage of your serving wench?” I asked, teasing him, feeling the warm stirring in my loins not only from his mouth, but the look of lust in his eyes.

“Is that possible, after all you did say you would serve and such a delicious treat I might add.” He replied lifting his head and kissing me at the same time pushing down the material to expose my other breast. “This is what you had in mind now wasn’t it?” He chuckled as his mouth dropped down to suckle my breast making me gasp and moan.

It was a good thing that Louis and Jean were occupied elsewhere or they would have gotten a very good view of my tits falling free of my bodice. With the sun beating down on us, the waves of the Mediterranean splashing against the boat, and Quint’s one hand inside my panties, teasing my wet pussy, his mouth enticing my nipple, I felt as if I was living out a dream.

“Mmmm Quint, I’d be a fool to complain about this, but I was thinking more on the lines of me serving you,” I said lowering my hand to his thigh, moving my fingers up to the hem of his shorts.

“But Rebecca you are, your tits are quite tasty,” he hummed, sucking my pointed nipple between his teeth. “Not to say how nice and wet you’re keeping my fingers.” He added, suddenly rubbing his middle finger up my slit press against my clit.

“That’s not the only thing tasty around here,” I said, slipping my fingers further up the hem of his shorts teasing his growing erection. “Ahhhhhh, now that’s what I like, a man who thinks ahead.” I sighed, smiling at the fact that he hadn’t worn anything underneath his shorts.

“Glad you approve,” he groaned as my fingers curled around his shaft, slowly pumping his cock. “But if you keep doing that, something just might pop right out of the only thing covering it.” Quint lifted his head from my breasts and slipped his hand from my panties to sniff, then lick his fingers.

“Are you telling me to stop?” I teased, knowing by the look of lust and desire on his face that was not the case.

“Only until you get below and remove your little dress for me,” he said with a bright gleam in his eyes while his hands came up to squeeze my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples making me shiver.

“Ooooohhhhh, that might be a good idea seeing as how you’re getting me all worked up here. But maybe I’d rather just get you naked and….” I smiled and left a trail of soft wet kisses down his neck to suck and lick his nipple.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Mmm, I can see you believe in a high level of service,” I remarked as Rebecca planted a series of kisses down along my chest. The way she sucked and nibbled on my nipple sent shivers down my spine right down to where her hand was squeezing and stroking my cock underneath my shorts. “But perhaps we should go down below and change into something more … um, comfortable for boating.”

“Mais oui, monsieur,” she said sweetly, lifting her head up to glance at me while keeping her hand still working on my cock. “If that is what monsieur would like.”

“Oui, Mademoiselle,” I replied just as Louis slipped down into the cockpit. While he removed the holder to man the wheel and Jean finished setting the main sail, Rebecca quickly withdrew her hand from my shorts and adjusted her dress, stuffing her breasts back inside her little maid outfit. Noting how they went about their work and paid no attention to us, I followed her down below into our cabin. “Ah, the French are a discrete people,” I remarked.

“They do know how to keep secrets,” she said turning to me and beginning to unfasten her maid outfit. “So, monsieur, how would you like me to dress for the day?” She stood before me, and pulled the dress from her body, wearing just the little panties and fishnet stockings.

“Well since we are boating, I would think that a bathing suit would be most appropriate,” I said. She began to root through her tote bag and pulled out a colorful print one piece and held it up to her body. I shook my head. “No, something … um, smaller perhaps?”

Rebecca then reached in and pulled out a cute little white crocheted bikini and held the top up to her breasts.

“Not bad, but let’s see the bottoms,” I said.

“Monsieur is very fussy today,” she said with a giggle, dropping the top to the bed and holding up the bottoms to her hips.

“I’m very particular about how my serving wenches dress,” I chuckled. “And no … that will not do. Something skimpier.”

“But monsieur,” she squealed playfully. “I only have one other suit and it is si petit as to be hardly decent.”

“Then let’s see it,” I said, gesturing impatiently with my hand toward her bag.

“Oui, monsieur,” she replied with a sly grin on her face. Rebecca then pulled out a black suit, barely more than three tiny triangles and a lot of string. “As you can see, monsieur, ce maillot de bain est si petit et très indecent!”

“You are most correct and it is exactly what I had in mind,” I said stepping up to her and taking it from her hands. “Do you need any help in putting it on?” I asked with a grin.

“Non monsieur, but perhaps you might care to watch … just to make sure it fits correctly.”

“Avec le plaisir, mademoiselle,” I said slipping off my shirt and sitting beside her on the bed.

Rebecca laid the suit out on the bed and stood away from me. She kicked off her shoes and began to remove her stockings very slowly and tantalizingly, resting one foot on the bed and leaning forward to push and tug and roll them down.

“Aren’t you going to change, monsieur? I think there are some spare suits in the one of the drawers over there.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll wait until you’re finished,” I replied watching as she tossed the stockings on the bed and began to finger her panties. Hooking her fingers into the elastic, she turned her back to me and bent over, tugging the little silken garment down over her sensational ass and exposing the tight folds of her pussy. Gliding them down to her ankles, she pulled one foot through and turned back around to face me. Swinging her foot around slightly, she tried to shake them off, but they just twirled around her foot and she giggled, “Monsieur, would you care to help me here? I seem to have a problem.”

“D’accord!” I replied and she rested her foot on my bare thigh. Carefully, I removed the panties from her foot and brought them up to my nose for a sniff. “Sweet!” I smiled. Rebecca left her foot resting on my thigh, her naked body looking very inviting. The slit of her pussy was very visible and the pink inner lips seemed to be moist and glistening. She ran her foot up my thigh, her toes flirting with the leg of my shorts. And just when she was satisfied that the bulge in my shorts was sufficiently enlarged, she set her foot back down and reached for the bathing suit bottom.

Just as slowly and teasingly as she had stripped, so did she put on the tiny bathing suit, carefully arranging the little black triangle over her pussy and tying the strings over each hip. When she fit the top to her breasts and tried to tie up the strings she began to giggle again. “Oh, monsieur, I seem to have another problem.”

I stood up and moved around behind her, taking the strings in hand and tying a simple knot. “How’s that?” I asked as my fingers went around the strings of the suit and checked the fit of the dinky little patches on her breasts.

“I’m not sure, monsieur. What do you think?” she said turning around and raising her arms above her head, presenting herself for inspection.

My hands moved over her suit and the lovely breasts underneath, arranging the suit. “Hmm, I see what you mean about indecent,” I remarked with a chuckle. “Too much woman and too little suit. But this will have to do.” I stepped back and admired the way she looked, her tall slim brunette body with a rosy glowing tan in the tiny black bikini. “Mmm, ooo-lah-lah!”

“Merci, monsieur!” she squealed playfully, her eyes drifting down over my body and focusing on the major lump in my shorts. “Now is monsieur ready to be changed?”

“Yes, I think so,” I said moving over to the built-in cabinet she had pointed out and pulling open the top drawer. There were several men’s suits to pick from. “I see that mademoiselle is very prepared.”

“D’accord!” she replied and slipped up behind me, her hands reaching around to unbutton my shorts.

“Excuse me, but I think I can do this on my own,” I said trying to brush her hands away. But she insisted.

“Monsieur, I am to serve you today, remember?” her hands tugging the zipper down. “S'il vous plait.” I picked up a skimpy little pair of bathing trunks and turned around. Rebecca squatted down and pulled my shorts down and off. She ran her hands lightly up my legs, her fingers gliding over my hard on and then up over my belly and chest as she stood. “And monsieur is going to wear these?” she asked, taking the suit from my hand and holding it up. “Tsk, tsk, tsk!” She let her hand float down to my cock and rub over it gently. “There is so much man and so little suit.”

With a devilish grin, Rebecca squatted down before me, and guided my feet into the suit and began to tug it up my legs. She took a lot of time to fit it around my erect cock, finally shaking her head when it threatened to pop out. I glanced over at the full-length mirror and could see why. The cheeks of my ass were certainly showing and the cup of the front was barely able to cover my manhood.

“Should I pick out another suit?” I asked.

“Oh, but monsieur you look tres sexy in this,” she said, kneeling in front of me and running her hand over the bulging fabric. “I think I know a way to relieve this situation.”

“And what would that be?” I asked looking down at her as she licked her lips and rubbed both hands on my crotch.

“Je suis une bonne française, non?” she said.

“Yes, you are a French maid, yes,” I said, feeling her fingers press more firmly against my throbbing cock.

“Well, monsieur, we have our ways you know,” she said, tugging the waistband of the suit down and letting my cock pop free. She licked her lips again and ran her fingers over the long thick shaft of my cock. “Mmm, yes we do.”

“Vivre la France!” I said as I felt her mouth envelope the head of my cock.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Mmmm,” I moaned again as my mouth closed around his throbbing cock, sliding it down my tongue as far as I could before slowly letting it back up. With one hand curled around the base of his hard shaft, my other hand cupped his balls, I eagerly sucked his cock.

“Oh yeah babe!” Quint growled clamping his hands at the back of my head pushing it against his groin as his hips began rocking back and forth, pumping his cock into my mouth even deeper.

I lifted my hand from his cock moving it to grab his ass while sliding my other hand between the cheeks of his ass, pressing a finger against his tight anus. Relaxing my throat and humming, I swallowed every bit of his dick with my face slapping against his groin each time he went deep down my throat. He was groaning, his fingers tangling, pulling and pushing in my hair while he fucked my mouth in wild abandonment. The faster and more excited he was getting, the faster I went and the more eager I was to make him cum.

“Oh Fuck….I’m almost there….oh god I love how you suck my cock!” He groaned, arching his hips again with his head falling back.

“Yeah lover, cum for me, fill my mouth Quint!” I said, my voice deep as I came up for just a brief second to take a breath and then returned, sucking his cock hard and deep, letting my teeth graze along it occasionally.

“OH YEAH!” he grunted and pushed my head hard, grinding his crotch against my face.

His scent, his excitement, the very idea of how I was thrilling him like this had my heart pounding. I knew he was on the verge of cumming and knowing this excited me even more so sucking in my cheeks hard, squeezing his ass, I pushed my finger in his tight little butt hole. I kept sucking, twisting and turning my finger slowly in his ass, squeezing his balls and then slapped the cheeks of his ass several times with my other hand.

“OH FUCK YEAHHHHHHH…” He moaned, instantly jerking and shooting his cum deep down my throat.

Several times, he squirted his seed, jerking, moaning and gripping my hair, holding me tight to his crotch while he released his hot steamy load. I swallowed, sucked, milking his cock for all it was worth. He was panting, his legs trembling as he finally released my hair and fell back against the cabin wall, with his hands going to his chest, his cock slipping from my mouth.

“Mmmmmm, looks like you enjoyed that as much as me,” I said as I looked up at him, licking the rest of his cum of my chin and lips. I leaned over, licking the rest of the cum from all around his cock and then pulled his skimpy little bikini he had chosen back up to cover him, knowing not that at least for awhile he wouldn’t have his buddy exposed. “You okay sweetie?” I asked, smiling boldly as I stood up.

“Damn Rebecca,” he said finally catching his breath, quickly putting his hands at the back of my neck and pulled my head to him. His lips crushed against mine, our kiss was bold, passionate making me melt against him, the heat of if it flowing through every part of my body.

“Oh, Monsieur, it seems I have served you well?“ I said teasing him, rather breathless from the passion exchanged in our kiss.

“Oui mademoiselle, very well indeed.”

“Well now that your suit fits a little better and you’re more relaxed, maybe we can go back up and enjoy some sailing, sun and maybe even swimming if Louis can find us a nice little private cove to hide out in.” I said teasing and grabbed some towels and the sun tan lotion.

With both of us smiling, Quint followed behind me as we went up, whistling obviously at the sway of my hips and the exposure of my ass he was viewing. When we settle ourselves on the bench, the wind blowing nicely, cooling us off a little from the heat that had risen in the cabin, I called out to Jean to bring us a bucket of ice and fresh bottle of chilled champagne.

“God, this is like something out of a dream.” Quint said, looking out into the clear rippling water, leaning against the rail, his back turned to me.

“Having you hear to share it with Quint, is like a dream,” I said softly and squirted the lotion on his shoulders, letting it run down his back a little before starting to rub it in. Just looking at him gazing out at the sea, relaxed, his hair blowing back some from the wind, his back, his body, damn, these weren’t just feelings of lust. Not only had it aroused me tremendously knowing I could turn him on like that, but it seemed that everything he did had me feeling things I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever.

“Being here with you Rebecca, has made a dream real for me,” he said turning his head and there was a look in his eyes as if he wanted to say more, but as fast as it was there, he turned his head looking back out at the water. “Make sure you don’t miss anything spots with that lotion, I have a feeling this sun could be quite damaging if one wasn’t properly covered.” He chuckled, quickly changing the mood from serious to playful.

“Oui Monsieur, and we do have a lot of exposed parts to cover now.” I giggled, reaching underneath him to give his butt a little squeeze. “Although you do realize that you’re maid here might need a little help with covering her body in lotion.”

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Hmm, but that’s a job I don’t mind helping out with at all,” I replied with a smile.

I watched as Rebecca began to spread the lotion over those parts of her body that she could easily reach. From the look in her eye, I could tell that she knew I was watching her, even as we passed the bottle back and forth. She rubbed the creamy lotion onto her chest, her fingertips dipping below the outline of her suit making her nipples grow erect. Her belly and legs were next and all the while she moved very seductively, touching herself as much as applying the sunscreen. She finally turned her back toward me and lifted her hair up from her shoulders, presenting her lovely backside to me. Except for the slender string across the middle of her back and the other around her hips, she might as well have been naked.

“Can you do me?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder.

“I love doing you, Rebecca,” I said filling my hands with lotion and spreading it over her shoulders and back. She giggled as my hands massaged along her sides and my fingers flirted with the sides of her breasts.

“I’ve already taken care of those, monsieur,” she said.

“But mademoiselle, with the bright sun and wind today, we must sure that these most tender and sensitive areas are covered,” I said, slipping my fingers underneath her suit and tweaking her nipples.

“But monsieur, if you keep doing that, you may have a recurrence of your … um, previous problem,” she remarked, leaning back toward me as I caressed her firm but pliant tits.

“True, but then you have your ways …” I said before slowly removing my hands from her body.

“And aren’t you the lucky one,” Rebecca said with a sly sexy smile. She turned and adjusted her suit top, covering up her dark erect nipples I had left partially exposed. I spread my towel out on the deck, laid down on my stomach and stretched out. She squirted a big trail of lotion all over my back and massaged it into my skin. Her hands felt wonderful on my bare skin, even when she spread some on the bare cheeks of my ass and her fingers dipped down the crack. “Monsieur must be very careful … this sun, it is very bright and there is so much man to take care of.”

I chuckled at the sound of her voice in a cute little French maid accent, and turned my head to look up toward her. “But then maybe that makes you kind of lucky too.”

Rebecca giggled and stretched out on her towel. We lay side-by-side for a while, feeling the warmth of the sun and the refreshing breeze relax us yet provide a tingle. Occasionally we would sip our champagne and roll over, but we began to talk, not that we hadn’t before, but this time talking more like old friends about everything.

We compared her family and mine; hers small and Presbyterian, mine large and catholic. We compared schooling; hers a series of expensive boarding schools and East Coast prep schools and universities, mine the local public school and state college.

We talked about hopes and dreams, how she had wanted to be a teacher but gravitated toward business since that was all she had ever known. I told her how I had wanted to be an artist, but had settled for something that would keep the bills paid.

We talked about loves won and lost, mostly lost it seemed for both of us. Maybe it was the champagne talking, but the better I got to know her, the more it made me realize that Rebecca wasn’t some smart and spoiled rich brat, but an intelligent and warm hearted woman with a deeply sexual streak. I sat up and looked around. We had slowed and drifted toward a small cove up the coast. There were very few houses here, mostly large mansions spread far apart.

“I’m surprised that some smart guy hasn’t swept you up and carried you off,” I said almost without thinking. “You’re an amazing woman.”

“Thank you, monsieur,” Rebecca said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “But that statement implies that I want to be carried off. I’m far too independent for most men who want a pretty little woman who will stay at home and pump out beautiful babies while never getting into their shit.”

“I’m not most men,” I said, glancing down and touching her warm reddened cheek.

“So I have noticed,” she said sitting up and leaning toward me for a kiss. The touch of her lips and tongue upon mine was warm and sensual and made me realize again how fucking lucky I was just to be here.

“Ma’amselle,” called out Louis. “Will this be okay?”

Rebecca looked around and nodded. “This will be fine,” she replied to him and then turned back to me. “So now that we have roasted ourselves for a while, perhaps it is time for us to cool off. Non, monsieur?”

“It’s time,” I replied, standing up and helping her rise up. Her hands reached out to hold onto me and then gliding down to cup the cheeks of my ass. It was about that time when I realized how skimpy the suit was that I had picked out. The touch of her hands alone had aroused my cock and it strained at the small pouch it was trapped inside. “Damn! Did this thing shrink in the sun?”

“Mmm, monsieur,” Rebecca giggled. “It seems you have another problem, eh?”

“Nothing that a swim in the cool ocean can’t cure,” I replied. “How about last one in is a rotten egg?”

“Oh, monsieur,” she said. “I was hoping that the last one in … um, eats the other one for lunch!”

“All of this and you are a shrewd negotiator,” I chuckled, moving toward the railing. “You’re on!”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

I giggled at his challenge and seeing him move, I swiftly did the same, within seconds we had both dove into the water. The water felt extremely refreshing and cool after lying out in the sun. I turned looking for Quint after surfacing and then saw him as he came up above the water some distance from me. The way he shook the water from his hair and the smile on his face, I could tell he had enjoyed the cooling off himself.

“I won!” I shouted, shaking my head and pushing my hair back away from my face.

“Like hell you did! I was under the water before you even touched it! I just stayed under longer than you.” He said with a broad grin and started swimming towards me. I couldn’t help but admire how sexy and well toned he looked, the way his arms stretched out, his muscles flexing as he swam.

“Oh no Quint, I know for a fact it was me that hit the water first!” I said swimming to him. When I reached him I rested my hands on his shoulders and brushed my moist lips on his. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice what you did?”

“What did I do?” He asked with an all too innocent smile while his hands glided up my back and slid forward cupping my bare breasts, squeezing them playfully. “OH MY Rebecca, seems you lost you’re skimpy little top when you dove in, not that I mind of course!”

“Or perhaps someone pulled a string or two right before I dove in the water.” I said, slipping my hand under the cool clear water and found the top tucked a little in his tight skimpy suit.

“Damn, can’t pull anything over on you, can I?” he chuckled, continuing to fondle and tease my breasts until my nipples were rock hard.

“Nope, but it does seem like you can pull things off!” I laughed hard while wrapping my legs around his firm hips. I instantly felt his hard on pressing at the front of my bikini bottoms. “I’m just surprised you didn’t go for the bottoms too.”

“If I would have had three hands I probably would have,” he laughed and slipped his arms around me with his hands squeezing my practically bare ass. “But now that…”

“Forget it Quint, I think you’ve already gotten my quite naked enough.” I told him firmly, although there was a twinkle in my eye. Our bodies molded together as we moved slowly in the water and shared a very deep, lingering, wet kiss.

“But babe, didn’t you say you were going to serve me? You backing out now?” he asked once our kiss broke.

“Oh, monsieur, I’m not backing out. Believe me, I’m going to serve you.” I said again using my best French’s maid accent. I pulled away swimming slowly from him, but turned my head and added, “got any ideas what you’re being served for lunch?”

“Hmmm, could it be that tasty pink pussy of yours?” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah, but you know, I have been thinking…” I said. Both of us were swimming and floating staying very close to each other with many steamy gazes directed at each other. “If you’re eating me for lunch, I may need to have something too munch on or even a nice creamy drink.”

“OH YEAH, now you’re talking my language,” Quint growled and with several long strokes, he managed to swim right up beside me, grabbing me. “After all, there is the matter of trying to fit this suit over a certain particular part of my anatomy that you seem to keep getting a rise out of.”

“Well if that’s the case,” I said smiling and ran my hand down to rub across the scant material that was barely covering his very nice erection. “Guess the only thing left to do is have another contest, being fare and all. Let’s say who ever makes it back to the boat first gets to have a special request added to lunch.”

“I do love you’re thinking Rebecca,” Quint said grinning big time. “And you do know I’m going to win this time and you’ll be sucking cock for lunch while I’m eating that lovely pussy of yours.”

“Monsieur, that does sound like a mighty delightful lunch, but…” I giggled and pushed away from him swimming towards the boat. “If I win, just think….”

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Hmm, what could that be?” I asked with a smile. “Knowing your imagination as I do, my mind boggles at the thought of your little added luncheon request.”

Rebecca smiled at me flirtatiously. “But then monsieur, should you win, I shall have to do your bidding, and I am ready for anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything, monsieur,” she replied quickly, swimming over close to me. “It is my aim to please monsieur today.”

“We’ll see about that,” I said. “Ready?”

When she nodded, I shouted, “Go!” and we dove off and swam back toward the boat. Rebecca got the better start and seemed determined to beat me, her lithe body knifing through the water powerfully and I had to admit that even though I swam as fast as I could, her hand reached the ladder first and I let her scamper up onto the little diving platform. Standing over me, her body dripping onto me, I admired the view. Her suit bottom was wrinkled and pulled tight against the slit of her sex, her proud breasts were pointing up and out, her nipples fully erect as the breeze off the sea caught her. She raised her arms up over her head in celebration, doing a sexy little victory dance as I climbed up the ladder.

“I won! I won! I won!” she cried out as she jumped up and down happily, almost unmindful of what her nearly complete nakedness was doing to me, making my cock strain against the tight wet bathing suit.

“All right already, you won fair and square,” I admitted as she happily fell into my arms. “Just go easy on me. I think the champagne has gone right to my head.”

“Which head, hon,” she asked, looking me in the eyes and caressing my cheek. “This one, or this one?” she asked reaching down to grab at my crotch. Her hand slipped inside the suit and pulled at my cock head. “Mmm, I think this one,” she giggled as she felt it swell up larger with her touch.

After climbing up to the deck, Rebecca told the crew that we would be enjoying our lunch down below. She hadn’t bothered to cover up even with a towel, but Louis and Jean didn’t to mind. We grabbed our towels and the champagne bucket and headed down toward the cabin for lunch. There was a tray of food set out in the galley, some cold cuts and cheese and French bread of course along with some fresh fruit.

“Louis thinks of everything,” Rebecca smiled as I scooped up the tray and carried it behind her into the cabin.

“So,” she said as I set the tray down on the bed and closed the door. We could hear the sounds of the crew moving about, preparing to set sail again. “Are you ready for lunch? I know I am.”

“Sure,” I replied sitting down to start making a sandwich.

“But monsieur, your wet suit will ruin the covers,” she said in her squeaky maid accent. “I must get you of that right away.” She leaned over in front of me and pulled at the suit, easily tugging it down past my semi erect cock and then down my legs and off. “Doesn’t that feel much better?” she said running her hand over my freed cock and balls.

“Oh, yes,” I replied as she caressed them. “They like their freedom.”

“Mmm,” she hummed and leaned farther forward to kiss and lick along the length of my cock, her eyes widening as it quickly began to grow thick and spring upward. “I just love this,” she said and began to gently kiss and suckle the head.

“But don’t we need some lunch, you know, regular nourishment?” I asked, even though the feel of her warm mouth was sending tingles through me.

“I suppose,” she replied, her large light brown eyes looking up at me. With a final twirl of her tongue around the rosy pink head, she climbed up onto the berth beside me.

“But mademoiselle,” I said pointing at her. “Your suit, it is wet too, eh?”

“Oui monsieur,” she said in a small soft voice. “Perhaps you can help me?”

“Mais oui,” I said and reached to pull the tie strings loose and tug the little patch of cloth away from her body. “Mmm, and I just love this,” I said echoing her comment, as I ran my hand over the cleft of her pussy, feeling the smooth wet lips and the warmth near her opening.

“But monsieur, our lunch … you said, we need nourishment, no?” she said.

Oh, all right,” I grumbled and went back to slicing the bread and making a sandwich.

As we settled in and ate, we exchanged looks and smiles, the stiffness of her nipples and my cock remaining as we made love to each other’s naked body with our eyes. As we took turns feeding each other bits of fruit, I took a chuck of melon and reached over to circle it around her erect nipple. I then crushed it in my mouth and leaned over to kiss and suckle her tit.

“Mmm, monsieur,” she moaned as my teeth nibbled at her tender flesh.

After I repeated the same with her other breast, making her moan louder and more deeply, she took up a plump juicy strawberry and reached for my cock. As she held my thick shaft in her hand, she ran the berry around the head and down the shaft, leaving a trail of red juice. After swallowing the berry she proceeded to lick the juice off my cock, eventually sucking it into her warm wet mouth and bobbing her head on the end several times till it was clean of juice, but very long and hard too.

“Mmm, delicious!” she remarked with a devilish smile.

I grabbed a large chunk of watermelon and pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart. Grinning evilly, I dragged the melon up and down her slit, watching the juice run all the way down the crack of her ass. “Oh, my!” I said and then bent down to lap at the juices I found there from the melon and from her sweet pussy. Even after I had cleaned up the juice, my tongue kept lapping up and down, circling her ass, probing through her moist slit and then circling her clit.

“Mmm, sweeeet!” I smiled as I raised my face from her pretty little twat. Rebecca lie back on the covers, propped up on her elbows, a warm look of lust and desire in her eyes. “So does mademoiselle have her special request prepared?” I asked. She nodded.

“Oui, monsieur!”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“But for that special request you’re going to have to lie down on the bed,” I said smiling at him as he continued gazing at the warm slick wetness between my legs.

“Oh, but then if I do that how will I be able to eat my lunch and give it the full attention it deserves.” He said as he slowly traced his middle finger up my moist slit to circle my hard little nub teasingly, making me gasp.

“Ah but monsieur, that is exactly what you’ll be able to do,” I said as I spread my legs even further apart and then brought my knees up with my feet resting at the edge of the bed, presenting him with a very exposed view of my glistening pink sex.

“Damn babe, with you spread like that, if I got off the bed and knelt right in front of that sweet looking pussy of yours, I’d have my fill for sure.” He said kneeling up and moving as if he were to get off the bed.

“Now Quint honey, I did win and you do owe me so don’t you think you should trust me enough and lie down on your back?” I asked with a warm smile on my face and desire in my eyes seeing his thick pink cock standing proudly so close. I reached up and circled the fleshy head with my thumb, seeing him flinch.

“You do drive a hard bargain,” he groaned when I sat up some, my fingers curled around the underside of his cock and I eased him back.

Finally when he understood exactly how I wanted him to lie down, his head opposite of mine, I rolled over. I stretched my thighs over his shoulders, with my knees on the bed, my breasts flat against his chest and my ass spread in front of his face. He let out several loud groans as I did this, especially when he felt the warm wetness of my lips suck on the tip of his cock.

“Mmmmm, now isn’t this better?” I said wiggling my ass teasingly in front of him, my glistening folds just waiting to feel the warmth of his mouth and tongue.

“Oh yes, much much better and might I say, I do like your choice of special requests,” he said, slipping his hands under and around my thighs, spreading them further as he pulled me back towards his face.

“But monsieur, this is only to get you ready for my special request.” I said stroking his cock slowly and again suckled the head, swirling my tongue all around and licking on the underside. “When we’re both nice and ready I’m gonna want you to take me from behind and fuck me so hard it almost hurts.” I said, lifting my head up and glanced over my shoulder at him.

“Grrrrrrrrr,” he growled and pressed his mouth on my pussy, his face rubbing back and forth while his tongue lapped at my juices.

“Oh yeah honey,” I moaned pushing back, grinding myself to the warm arousing pleasure of his mouth and tongue.

I dropped my head down rubbing his stiff cock across my flushed cheeks and suckled his balls one at time in my mouth, soaking them with my saliva. He groaned and opened his legs wider giving me better access and with my free hand, caressed, toyed and teased his inner thighs, the cheeks of his ass and slit between with my fingers. Slowly I brought my head back up and licked the delicious looking head of his cock coated in precum before I opened my mouth wide, my tongue flat and went down, engulfing his cock inch by inch down my throat.

As I did this I had been humming breathing in his manly scent, tasting and savoring every inch of him. I moaned even louder, the way his mouth was munching on my swollen lips, his tongue licking and lapping up and down my slit and the quick fluttering of the tip of his tongue as it occasionally brushed my swollen quivering clit. The cabin was soon filled with the music of hums, moans, groans, and delicious wet noises with both of us licking, lapping, and sucking hungrily.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

I reveled in the feast spread before me. What food can truly satisfy a man when he has the taste and scent of an eager woman placed before him? Rebecca had won our little bet, yet we both were winners. For as I felt her mouth kissing and licking and sucking on my fully erect manhood, I found the taste of her sweet wet labia exhilarating and I plunged my tongue deep into her wetness. The gentle lapping of the boat as it skimmed across the calm waves of the Mediterranean was nothing compared to my tongue upon her sex.

We moaned and grunted and hummed as the energy flowed between us. She sucked my cock deep inside her mouth; I tongued her pussy mercilessly; the sounds of our lovemaking filled the cabin and were cut only with the whisper of the sea breeze and the occasional sailing command from Louis to Jean.

Step by step we took each other, until her pussy was dripping wet and my cock was rock hard. I was so overcome by the sensations, that from time to time, I let my head fall back upon the covers, feeling the thrilling sensations that Rebecca was sending through my body, and just letting my body quiver and respond unconditionally. Then as I gathered strength and desire, I raised my head upward and began to lave her clit and slit until she moaned and raised her head up and mouthed a deep guttural purr that told me everything I needed to know.

Our sex play had taken many forms in the couple of weeks since we had first come together, and this was just a higher that we were exploring. When her mouth returned to me, she buried her head between my legs, her tongue licking the shaft of my cock and my balls, surely feeling my body submit to the wild feelings that she was creating in me.

“Arrrggghhh!” I groaned as she then sucked me deep into her mouth. I could feel the head of my cock move past her tongue and down her throat. She didn’t gag, she only took me as deep as I needed to go for her to have all of me inside her this way. And when she released me from her mouth, her hands did the rest, stroking my wet thick cock up and down fiercely and firmly.

And in turn, I pressed my mouth up against her pussy, licking her from clit to ass and back again. I wedged my tongue up inside her pussy, tasting her sweetness, feeling the warm wet velvety walls that lie beyond the entrance. And then I concentrated on her clit, licking endless circles around it, feeling her hard little nub begin to protrude, touching it gently at first and noting her gasping response, then pressing my tongue more firmly against her until I was sucking it past my lips and teeth and hearing her moaning reaction.

“Oh, Quint,” she cried out. “You’re going to make me cum again!”

“Arrrggghhh!” I growled as I tongued her again and again. “That’s the idea!”

Then I felt the width of her tongue upon my shaft, licking me up and down, around and around, until me hips were rocking and shaking uncontrollably. Then her mouth closed around me again, and her lips and cheeks rode up and down my cock while her hand took the rest and stroked me until I was reeling side to side with pleasure.

“Rebecca!” I called out finally, feeling the need to have my cock inside her luscious pussy now dripping its tasty nectar down onto my face. “I … I … I need to fuck you … now!”

With a final flourish upon my long hard thick cock, Rebecca rose up, her mouth and her body, and knelt beside me facing the headboard. She raised her foot up to the top of the headboard, spreading her pussy open appetizingly while I scrambled up kneel behind her.

“You want it hard, Baby?” I asked as I rubbed the head of my cock on the very wet and hot lips of her pussy. “You want me to take you hard and fast till it almost hurts?”

“Uhhhnnn!” she moaned as she pressed her ass back against me. “Just fuck me, Quint! Fuck me hard! Make me cum! And … and … cum with me!”

With a hearty shove of my hips, the head of my cock entered her willing pussy and we both moaned from the wonderful pleasure of the feeling. And as I began to rock my hips back and forth, entering her more fully and then retreating until I had almost vacated her cunt, Rebecca moaned and her body thrashed wildly.

“Oh, Quint! I love your cock inside me! Just fuck me … now! Please, fuck me!”

“Oh, yeah, Baby!” I grunted, feeling my cock buried deep inside her. Then I began to move my hips back and forth, pulling out of her almost all the way and then thrusting deep inside her until my belly was pressed up against her ass and my cock had disappeared inside her. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

The passion was hot between us, it had been building since the day we met and now, coming together like this on the boat in the middle of the ocean, it was hotter than it ever had been. With one hand on my hip pulling me back as he pumped in and out of me, Quint started rubbing my clit with his free hand, quickly drawing it from its hooded shield.

“God Quint, yessssss, oooooooooh yessssss!” I groaned, his fingers on my clit instantly eliciting hot waves of passion.

Continuing to fuck me hard, burying his cock deep in my pussy, I was thrusting my ass back grinding myself on him, letting out moans and groans of pure pleasure. We were driven by wild open lust and desire as both of us neared the peak of ecstasy. I reached back with my hand going to the back of his head, tangling in his hair, turned pressing him to me. Our lips met, both of us claiming the other in a wild, hot passionate kiss with our tongues wrestling to capture the others.

The slapping noises of our bodies slamming against each other grew louder along with both of us panting and moaning. I could feel my body tensing up, my pussy tightening around him, squeezing him, and my swollen clit ready to explode as he kept rubbing it.

“Fuck I’m gonna…” He groaned burying his face in the crook of my neck, biting it in the heat of passion.

“Uhmmmmm…oh yessss, me too!” I cried out and both of us came in an explosive release, thrashing against each other, the juices of our cum joining together as we were.

We collapsed on the bed, panting, bathed in a layer of sweat with our bodies trembling. There was silence between us as we lay there naked against each other, words unnecessary for what we were feeling at the moment. I had never known or experienced such passion with another man before as I did with him. Now looking at him, the smile on his face, his body glistening, there was a warmth inside me that seemed to go deeper than this just being a weekend fling, but was that what I needed at this point in my life. Could I really give into something like that, I had to wonder.

“What you thinking about, babe?” He asked as he rolled on his side, softly caressing my neck, arms and breasts.

“Oh just about how nice this has been with you, getting away from my life even for just a couple days,” I said softly and leaned up, kissing him softly.

“Yeah, I know the feeling, kind a makes you forget that there is even a life ya have to get back to.”

“Or makes you question the life you have,” I laughed softly, somewhat teasing yet somewhat serious.

By the time we had come out from the cabin, dressed in our clothes, which I had put on one of the summer dresses I kept on the boat, we were just pulling into shore. Gathering our things we drove back to my home and as shared several glasses of wine, some laughs and a few long lingering looks around the place, recalling the memories we shared here. Shortly before dinner time we were once again on my private jet headed for home.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Not long after her jet had lifted off the ground, Rebecca put down the armrest between our plush leather seats and snuggled up to me, the warmth of her body radiating through the thin cotton like material of her pretty lightweight sundress. We reclined back in our seats together, just holding each other. Maybe it was because of the hour or two in the sun, the several glasses of wine, or the intense wild sex we had shared, but we soon both were dozing off lazily.

My arms had been around her shoulders, but when I woke, she had slipped down so that her head was resting on my lap. A thousand images passed through my mind as I sat there and glanced out the window at the clouds below us. Some were dreamlike, the scent of her flower garden at her home, the sound of her laughter over dinner, the teasing glint in her eye when she bared her body to me, the sunlight gleaming off the Mediterranean as we sailed. Others were very real and vivid, the hot intensity of her passionate kiss, the touch of her hand and mouth on my body, her urgent sexuality as she thrust her body against mine driving us both to realms of pleasure I had only dreamed of before I met her.

Then I turned back to glance down at Rebecca, still asleep and ran my hand over her, caressing her soft silky dark hair. I traced the trim line of her jaw, savoring the feel of her soft skin. My fingers trailed down over her arm that was crossed over her chest, cradling her breasts. I explored the gentle curve of her side, the flare of her hip, and the firm shape of her thigh. The feel of her body, naked underneath the cover of her dress sent thrilling tingles through my hand and arm. God, I loved being with her. God, I loved her!

I felt a chuckle rise as I laughed at myself. Oh, yes! It had finally happened to you, Quentin McCann! You’ve gone and fallen in love, something that you once promised yourself that you would never do again! I had been burned once before. I had married for love, and it had been good for a few years, but the deterioration of that relationship had spoiled me completely on the notion of love. I had told myself that if I ever considered love or marriage again, it would be for money.

Fuck! Wasn’t that ironic? Here I was with one of the richest, most powerful women in the world, flying home from spending the weekend at her villa in the south of France, and I couldn’t care less about her money. Sure the houses and jets and cars were all fun things, but they meant little to me. A clean bed to sleep in and a good woman to share it was all that mattered. Deep in my heart I knew that I would feel the same about Rebecca if she were dirt poor.

I ran my hand down along her thigh to the hem of her dress. Touching the silky smooth bare skin of her leg seemed to excite me and I began to move my hand up underneath her dress. Rebecca looked so sweet and innocent asleep in my lap that I didn’t want to wake her, yet my hand continued to move up softly and gently over her leg.

The loose fitting dress allowed me to move my hand almost anywhere on her body that I wanted. I explored the supple shape of her thigh and the velvety tender skin on the inside. I felt the firm curves of her ass and the gentle swell of her belly, unfettered without a panty or thong and deliciously bare. It wasn’t until I reached her breasts that she stirred, shifting and rolling more onto her back as my hand captured her firm and pliant breast.

Though I loved touching her, my touch wasn’t really sexual in nature and more innocent by intent. I wasn’t trying to turn her on or wake her. Being able to explore her body like this just made me feel so connected to her, something of which I had long thought I was incapable.

My arm had pulled her dress up from her legs almost baring her ass, and I could see some goosebumps forming on her skin from the cool conditioned air. So my hand began to withdraw reluctantly from underneath her dress, slowly retracing its path and still finding a sweet exhilaration from exploring her wonderful body. As I pulled the hem of her dress down to recover her legs Rebecca began to stir again, her eyes flickering open.

“Hi!” she said softly. “Guess I fell asleep.”

I smiled as I looked down at her brushing the sleep from her eyes.

“And I just had the yummiest dream,” Rebecca grinned.

“Oh?” I said. “A sexy dream?”

“Mmm-mmm, yes, very sexy,” she sighed raising her hand to my cheek and stroking it. “You were kissing me all over my body, making me get all wet down here.” Rebecca reached her hand down to her pussy, cupping her mound through her dress. “Just like it is right now, babe.”

“Oh, really?” I said, still sitting upright, my hand resting lightly on her leg.

“You haven’t had something to do with this condition now have you?” she asked, her hand rubbing lightly over her pussy.

I held both hands up innocently. “Who me? My momma taught me to keep my hands to myself.”

Rebecca sat up and brought her face toward me. “I really don’t care what your momma taught you,” she said softly. “It’s what your Daddy taught you that interests me right now.”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Oh and what is it that you think he taught me that would make it wet down here?” Quint asked masking ignorance as he pressed my dress up against my wet pussy and rubbed it.

“How about like taking advantage of a girl why they’re sleeping peacefully on your lap and getting them very wet and aroused.” I replied while I started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Rebecca, how could you even think that,” he gasped, trying to keep a straight face while holding the front of my dress up exposing my glistening naked sex. “Although it does seem rather damp down there, and aroused you said?” With a wicked little gleam in his eye he pressed his middle finger against my slit and slowly ran it up the inner pink folds of my pussy.

“Ah yes, very aroused Quint,” I sighed, squirming as he dragged his finger up and down, then rubbed lazy circles against my clit with his thumb, making me gasp. “Uhm…and getting hotter by the minute,” I added pushing his shirt open and raking my nails down his chest, letting one hand drift to his crotch.

“Is there something you’re trying to tell me, babe?” Quint asked taking a look down as my hand rubbed the slight lump beneath his pants.

“Now what do you think, hun?” I asked while I unzipped his pants and noticed the increasing desire glazing his eyes. “After all, your daddy should have also told you what happens when you get a gal all worked up like that, especially when she’s sleeping.” I smiled and bent down as his semi erect cock sprung free when I pulled the waistband of his boxers down and blew a warm breath of air on his fleshy tip.

“Uuuhmm, now that you mention it he might have said something about that,” Quint remarked with a soft moan and moved his hand from my warm pussy to caress down my back. He pulled the material of my dress up almost to my shoulders and sighed deeply with the sight of my nakedness, my tits dangling and my bare ass elevated since my head was bent down in his lap.

“Seems your daddy was a good man teaching you all that,” I moaned softly feeling a shiver from the cool air and then a warmth as his hand rubbed leisurely down my back to caress my ass. Taking hold of his thickening shaft, I slowly started pumping him and then wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, suckling it gently.

“Oh Jesus Rebecca, speak of being taught things,” he growled squeezing my ass and bucked his hips up in an effort to get me to suck him deeper.

“Mmmmm….” I hummed, sucking him in only past the head and teased along the underlying ridge of his spongy head with my tongue, causing him to flinch, groan and continue to squeeze and pummel the cheeks of my ass.

“God Babe, that feels fantastic,” he growled reaching his free hand under me to fondle my breast while his other started exploring from the cleft of my ass to the puffy pink folds of my pussy.

“Mmmmm, and so does that,” I gasped lifting my head, taking a breath and smiled excitedly at him, pushing my butt back to his hand. I felt several warm delightful shivers from head to toe and my nipples grew long and erect tingling as he played them. Then as my eyes flashed and I grinned I bent down, opening my mouth wide and in one motion engulfed the entire length of this long thick hard on in my mouth and sucked deeply.

“Aghhhhh…fuck…oh yeah….suck that cock baby….oh god your good…” He growled, thrusting his hips up in time with me as I swallowed his cock.

Up and down fast and steady, my mouth enveloped him, sucking hard, then I would slow down, licking and grazing my teeth along his shaft, teasing him. I rotated back and forth, fast, then slow, lapping up the precum dripping from the head of his cock, as he groaned, thrusting his hips up and grinding himself against my mouth.

“Mmmmm, god you taste and feel so good, “ I said gasping for a breath of air, then quickly returned, sucking and fucking him with my mouth.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Rebecca was sucking me deep into her mouth as I guided my hands around her body, feeling her breasts and rubbing her pussy. Hours before we had been on her boat sailing the Mediterranean and having some of the most mind-blowing sex that I had ever experienced. And after a short nap on the plane flying back to the States, here we were again unable to restrain our minds, our hands, or our passions.

Just the touch of Rebecca’s hand was enough to arouse me, just the feel of her skin, her body, and her moist excitement was enough for me to want her again. So as she worked her mouth on my cock, I pushed my plush leather seat back to full recline and reached over to grab her hips.

“What? What are you doing?” Rebecca asked, letting my stiff cock pop free of her mouth for a moment, her voice colored with a gentle laugh, as I lifted her hips up and over so that her pussy was near my face. Since the seat didn’t go back all the way flat, she was just slightly in a head down position, her face just a breath away from my rigid cock and her glistening sex near my mouth begging for my tongue. She tugged at her sundress, pulling it off and tossing it aside, making her slim body completely naked and available to my touch. “Mmm, I like the looks of this,” she giggled as we assumed a sexy sixty-nine position.

“So do I,” I replied as my hands began to explore the lush firm cheeks of her ass, spreading them enough to be able to run my tongue from her clit to her ass and back. And just as I began to do so, I felt her mouth encircle my cock and take it slowly inside. “Mmm, God, Rebecca!” I moaned as she sucked me deep inside her mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

She had sent a jolt of arousal shooting deep through my body and my only response was to push my head toward her beckoning pussy and tongue her with a matching intensity. I lapped her from one end to the other and back again, tasting the dampness that was coating her rosy pink labia, and teasing the tight dark rosebud of her anus. As my hands gripped her ass tightly, she moaned loudly around my cock, as she bobbed up and down on it.

“Oh, fuck, Quint!” Rebecca hissed as my tongue began to fuck her wet slit, twirling and thrusting as deep inside her as it could reach. “Oh, you bastard!” she purred, and then her mouth enveloped my cock again, this time with a wild heated and hungry passion.

My own hips were reacting on their own, rocking and wiggling and thrusting against the wonderful feel of Rebecca’s mouth sucking me hard and fast. Her own hips moved in concert, twisting and wriggling in a circular pattern as my tongue lashed at her dripping sex. But when my lips closed around her hooded clit and sucked on it, I thought she would explode. Her body arched and shivered. She pushed her hips up and back against my face, burying her pussy and ass on my mouth and nose. Rebecca lifted her mouth from my cock as I fucked her with my face and my hands. My lips closed tightly around her clit, sucking it into my mouth so that my tongue and teeth could lick and nibble at will. My fingers probed into her pussy, one first and a second one quickly following. Then my ring finger stuffed itself inside and she cried out.

“Oh, fuck, Quint! You’re gonna make me cum again!” she cried out, almost a shout. Since we weren’t far from the cockpit, I could only imagine what the pilot and co-pilot must have been thinking.

And then when my pinky began to play with her ass, brushing against it lightly until it pushed up inside her, Rebecca quivered with a wild passion and dove her head back down on my cock, sucking me deep into her mouth. I could feel the head push against the back of her mouth, and then her throat relax. Soon she had all of me inside her. My head fell back against the seat cushion as feeling of intense pleasure flowed from cock to head to feet and back again. With her mouth and hands pumping frantically on my cock, I lifted my head from the seat and began to lick and suck and nibble on her pussy, while my fingers probed and pushed and thrust into her pussy and ass.

We were both humming madly, our passion building to a spectacular climax. I could tell as her body began to tense up, her thighs closing tightly against my face, her pussy and ass clenching tightly around my fingers that she was about to explode. And when her mouth and tongue reached down and kissed and licked all around my balls and my belly before sucking my cock back inside her hot wet mouth again, I felt my own body tense up. We were like a single sexual creature now, our bodies writhing and trembling as we moved toward one single powerful release.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned into her pussy and then sucked her clit into my hungry mouth.

“Me too!” she purred as her hands pumped my cock firmly, her tongue flicking and twirling around the head.

“Oh, fuck, Baby!” I shouted as I felt the cum surge up from my balls. “Ohhh, fuuuuccckk!”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Oh fuck yesssssssss!” I cried out, throwing my head back and pushed back hard to Quints face as my clit exploded in his mouth with my pussy and ass muscles clenching and contracting around his fingers.
Just as I felt the start of my own release, I felt the heat of his cum splatter against my chin when I lowered my head back to his throbbing cock. My lips wrapped around him, sucking and swallowing as he shot stream after stream of cum in my mouth.

“Arghhhhh!” Quint growled against my trembling pussy, licking and lapping my sweet nectar while I milked him of his creamy cum.

The sounds of moans, groans and slurping filled the air as we cleaned each other off, reveling in the intense emotions of cumming together.

“Mmmmm, now that’s what I call a delicious end to fun filled weekend,” I sighed, smiling over my shoulder at him, wiping the cum from my chin and licking my fingers.

“You and me both, Babe,” Quint replied, trying to catch his breath while he grabbed my hips and helped me turn back around.

“It has been a wonderful weekend Quint. I don’t think I can remember the last time I had so much fun and felt so good.” I said as I sat up facing him, straddling his thighs while I tucked his flaccid cock back in his pants and zipped him up. “Must be the company, which I could get use to quite easily.” I smiled at him and saw the warm gleam in his eyes as they devoured the sight of my naked body across his lap.

“Well I could get pretty use to having a beautiful naked woman on my lap any day,” He teased, but there was a look in his eyes that seemed to want to say something more only wouldn’t. Reaching his arm around my back, he brought his seat back up and bent down to pick up my discarded dress. “I’ve had a wonderful time, Rebecca, it’s been like one big dream come true this whole weekend, but mostly because of the company.”

“You mean cause you like seeing me naked all the time,” I giggled and raised my arms up while he slipped the dress over my head, letting it fall gently covering my naked frame.

“Well, that too,” He chuckled and drew me to him where we shared a long wet passionate kiss.

The rest of the trip passed with us sharing several glasses of champagne, chatting, laughing and giggling over our adventurous weekend. Neither of us spoke of what lay ahead, whether purposely not wanting to think of going back to the real world or for whatever reasons we both had in avoiding it. As he drove me back to my house, his arm was around my shoulders and my head resting on his. We had both become very quiet, lost in our own thoughts and neither of us moved when he car pulled up and stopped in my driveway.

“Back to reality,” I finally whispered, sighing deeply and looked up at him.

God, just that look in his eyes, had me feeling and thinking things, surely I wasn’t falling for him. Yet all the wonderful moments spent together, the way just being with him brought out a freedom in me I hadn’t known since childhood. But was it even possible…our lives so different…how was it two people could be so much the same and yet so different for there to be anything more than this…or could there…

Without saying anything, his hand softly caressed my cheek as he bent down and kissed me. Melting to his kiss, my arms went around him and our kiss lingered, so sweet, so passion filled, so not wanting to part. It was as if both of us were torn, wanting to give into something, yet almost frightened by such strong emotions in such a short time and being so different.

“I do hope we see each other again soon Quint,” I sighed softly as our lips parted, stroking my fingers through his hair. “Who knows, I just might have a breeze blow up my skirt and decide to take off on cruise somewhere in the Caribbean, ever done that?” I teased.

“You’re something else, Rebecca, and no as a matter of fact I haven’t. I’m sure there’s a lot of things you’ve done, I haven’t. Although, seems being around you, somehow you have a way of changing that.” He said with a soft chuckle before kissing me again tenderly. “Thank’s again Babe, and I sure hope we see each other soon.”

There were several more long deep kisses, soft words before we finally parted at my door. As much as both of us would have liked to continue, we both knew that tomorrow being a working day was going to come all too soon. I waved, smiling at him as he drove off, knowing there was a change in both of us, where it would lead was another thing. Walking in the house, smiling and feeling warm all over recalling this past weekend, was short lived when I was greeted with all the messages, mail and it was back to business.

With the hour being late, I quickly went through and sorted everything to go over the next day. After taking a steamy shower, slipping on a white silky nightie, I got in bed and once again my thoughts drifted to Quint. Only two days of sleeping with him and already I missed the warmth of his body next to mine. I reached for the phone, thinking I’d give him a quick call and say good night, but then put it back down. Hell, it was late already and I’d only probably be waking him up, besides it wasn’t like I hadn’t just been with him, no telling what he would think if I called just for that. After some tossing and turning, I finally drifted off to sleep with him on my mind.