Sun, Sea, and Her Tiny Red Bikini

The yacht rocked gently on the calm Mediterranean, engine off, anchor dropped in a secluded cove. Jake and I had rented it for the weekend to celebrate our third anniversary. No crew, just us. I stood at the railing in my new red bikini, the one I’d bought specifically for this trip. The bottoms were barely there — two tiny triangles held together by thin strings that tied at my hips. The top was even smaller, barely containing my full tits.

“Jesus, Mia,” Jake said, stepping up behind me. His hands slid around my waist, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. “You look fucking obscene in that thing. I’ve been hard since you walked out of the cabin.”

I laughed, pressing back against him. “Good. That was the plan. You said you wanted to try something new this weekend. Public risk. No one around for miles… but still outside. Feel like living up to that?”

His breath was hot on my neck. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

He spun me around, mouth crashing into mine. We kissed hard, tongues sliding, his hands already tugging at the strings of my bikini top. The knot gave way and the red fabric fell, my tits spilling free into the bright sunlight. My nipples tightened instantly in the sea breeze.

“Fuck, these tits,” he groaned, palming them, thumbs circling my stiff peaks. “Been thinking about sucking them all morning.”

“Then do it,” I whispered, arching my back.

Jake dropped his head and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard. I moaned loud enough that it echoed off the water. His other hand slid down my stomach and into the front of my bikini bottoms. Two thick fingers parted my already slick pussy lips and pushed inside me without warning.

“Oh shit… Jake,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders. “Your fingers feel so good stretching my cunt.”

He pumped them slowly, curling to hit that spot that made my knees weak. The wet sounds of my pussy mixed with the slap of waves against the hull. I reached down and palmed his cock through his swim trunks. He was rock hard, thick and pulsing.

“Take it out,” I demanded. “I want to suck your cock on deck.”

He pulled his fingers free with a filthy pop and shoved his trunks down. His heavy dick sprang up, the head already shiny with pre-cum. I sank to my knees on the warm teak deck, the sun beating on my bare back, and took him into my mouth in one smooth glide.

“Fuuuuck, Mia,” he hissed, threading his fingers through my hair. “Your mouth is so hot. Suck it deeper, baby. Let me feel your throat.”

I relaxed my jaw and took him all the way until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair. I held there, swallowing around his cock, eyes watering. He groaned and started fucking my face in short, controlled thrusts. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my tits.

After a minute he pulled me off with a wet gasp. “Not coming yet. Stand up. Lose the bottoms.”

I rose, hooked my thumbs in the strings and tugged. The tiny red bikini bottoms dropped to my ankles. I kicked them aside, now completely naked on the open deck of the yacht. The warm wind kissed my wet pussy and I shivered with excitement.

Jake grabbed my hips and bent me over the railing. My tits hung down, swaying as the boat moved. He kicked my feet apart and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my slit, teasing my clit.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled.

“I want you to fuck my pussy hard,” I moaned. “Right here where anyone sailing by could see us. Fill me up, Jake. Make me cum on your cock.”

He thrust in deep with one stroke, bottoming out. We both groaned. His balls slapped against my clit as he started pounding me, the sound loud and obscene. The railing dug into my hips but I didn’t care. Every thrust sent sparks through my body.

“God, your cunt is gripping me so tight,” he panted. “So fucking wet. You love being outside like this, don’t you? My little exhibitionist slut.”

“Yes,” I cried, pushing back to meet his strokes. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while slamming into me. The pressure built fast. My legs started shaking.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. “Don’t stop — oh fuck!”

My orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his pistoning cock, juices coating his shaft and dripping down my thighs. I screamed his name across the empty water.

Jake didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, then suddenly pulled out, spun me around and lifted me onto the wide cushioned bench at the stern. I landed on my back, legs spread wide. He climbed between them, hooked my knees over his shoulders and drove back inside my still-spasming pussy.

“Want to look at your face when I fill you,” he said, voice rough. His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. The new angle hit even deeper. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust.

“Cum inside me,” I begged, nails digging into his back. “I want to feel your hot load shooting into my cunt.”

His pace turned erratic. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “Gonna cum… fuck, Mia… here it comes!”

He buried himself deep and roared. I felt the first powerful spurt of his cum flooding my pussy, then another and another. The sensation pushed me into a second, smaller orgasm. My walls milked every drop from his pulsing cock.

We stayed locked together, panting, the sun warming our sticky skin. His softening dick eventually slipped out, followed by a thick trickle of his cum that ran down over my asshole. I reached down and rubbed it into my clit, shivering at how dirty it felt.

Jake collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. “Best anniversary gift ever,” he murmured, kissing my temple. “That bikini is staying on this boat. We’re definitely doing this again tomorrow.”

I smiled, already imagining wearing nothing but the tiny red strings while he fucked me in every corner of the yacht.

“Promise?” I asked, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

“Fuck yes,” he laughed. “Next time I’m tying you to the mast in just that bikini and eating your pussy until you can’t stand.”

I shivered with fresh arousal. The weekend had only just begun.