Duro sobre las olas

The moment I spotted her across the sun-drenched deck, my cock twitched hard against my swim trunks. Elena. Same sharp green eyes, same wicked little smile that used to drive me crazy back in senior year. Ten years had turned her into a sun-kissed goddess in a tiny white bikini, tits barely contained, hips swaying as the yacht rocked gently on the Mediterranean.

We were both guests at our mutual friend’s birthday cruise, but the second our eyes locked the air crackled. She tilted her head, lips parting.

“Alex? Holy shit, is that really you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said, voice already rough. My erection was growing fast, impossible to hide in these thin shorts. “You look… fuck, Elena. Incredible.”

She laughed, low and throaty, stepping closer so I caught the coconut scent of her sunscreen and the warm salt on her skin. Her gaze dropped straight to the obvious bulge tenting my trunks.

“Looks like some things never change. Still get hard just looking at me?”

Heat flooded my face, but the playful spark in her eyes made my dick throb even harder. “Guilty. Ten seconds on this boat and I’m already rock-hard for you.”

Elena bit her lip, eyes darkening. She glanced around—the other guests were clustered at the bow with drinks, music thumping. No one was paying attention to us near the stern railing.

“Then don’t waste it,” she whispered, voice husky. “I’ve thought about that cock for years. Show me.”

My heart slammed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the narrow shadow of the yacht’s cabin, the wood warm under my palms. She pressed against me instantly, soft tits squishing into my chest, her thigh sliding between mine so my erection ground against her bare stomach.

“Feel that?” I growled, rolling my hips. “That’s what you do to me. So fucking stiff it hurts.”

“Mmm, poor baby,” she teased, fingers tracing the thick outline through fabric. “Let’s fix that.”

She yanked my trunks down just enough. My cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening. Elena’s breath hitched, her nipples tightening visibly under the thin bikini top.

“God, it’s even bigger than I remembered.” She wrapped her hand around the shaft, squeezing, stroking slowly. Pre-cum smeared over her palm as the boat swayed, making us rock together.

I groaned, sliding my fingers under her bikini bottoms. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already soaked. Two fingers plunged inside her tight heat and she gasped, hips bucking.

“Alex… yes. Finger me while I jerk this fat cock.”

We moved fast, laughing breathlessly between moans when the yacht dipped and nearly threw us off balance. She turned, bracing her hands on the polished rail, ass pushed back. I shoved her bikini aside, lined up, and thrust deep into her dripping pussy in one smooth stroke.

“Fuck!” she cried, head falling forward. “So thick… stretching me so good.”

I gripped her hips, pounding into her from behind, skin slapping skin with each roll of the waves. Her juicy ass jiggled every time I bottomed out, her walls clenching around my rigid shaft. The sun beat down on our sweaty bodies, salt wind cooling the slickness between us.

“Harder,” she panted. “Make me feel every inch of that erection, Alex. I’ve wanted this since we were eighteen.”

I reached around, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles while I fucked her deeper, faster. Her moans grew frantic, mixing with the slap of water against the hull. She came first—shuddering, pussy gushing around my cock, legs trembling so badly I had to hold her up.

“Coming… oh shit, I’m coming so hard on you!”

Her spasms milked me relentlessly. I pulled out, spun her around, and dropped to the cushioned bench. She straddled me instantly, sinking back onto my throbbing dick. This time she rode me, tits bouncing free from her top as she ground down, taking every inch.

“Look at you,” I rasped, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples. “So wet. So fucking tight. I’m gonna fill this pussy.”

“Do it,” she demanded, bouncing faster, her slick folds gripping me like a vice. “Cum inside me, Alex. I want to feel you pulse.”

The tension coiled tight in my balls. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slamming together, her juices coating my shaft and dripping down to my thighs. She kissed me messily, tongues sliding, then buried her face in my neck as another orgasm ripped through her.

I couldn’t hold back. With a deep groan I erupted, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her clenching heat. She kept riding through it, milking every drop, both of us shaking and laughing in pure relief.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the yacht still gently rocking beneath us.

Elena lifted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief as my cock twitched inside her, already stirring again.

“Round two in my cabin in five minutes?” she whispered, nipping my ear. “This erection isn’t done with me yet.”