Waves and the Plug

The salty breeze carried the faint scent of her perfume across the deck, and my cock twitched at the memory of how she used to moan my name. Elena stood at the railing in a short white sundress that hugged her hips, the same woman who’d walked out on me two years ago. The yacht rocked gently under the Mediterranean sun, engine off, nothing but us and the endless blue.

“I still can’t believe you invited me, Marcus,” she said, turning those dark eyes on me. Her voice had that husky edge that always made my pulse race.

I stepped closer, the wooden planks warm under my bare feet. “Needed a crew for the weekend. Figured you owed me one last sail.”

She laughed softly, but her cheeks flushed. The tension between us crackled like the sun on the water. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her breath warm against my neck.

“Missed this,” she whispered. “Missed you.”

My hands slid down her sides, feeling the thin fabric. I found the zipper at the back of her dress and tugged it slowly, the sound mixing with the lap of waves. The dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her lacy white bra and the curve of her breasts. She shivered as I traced a finger along her collarbone, then lower, popping the front clasp so her tits spilled free. I cupped them, thumbs circling her hardening nipples while we kissed—slow, deep, tongues teasing like we had all the time in the world.

“God, your hands,” Elena breathed between kisses. “Still know exactly how to touch me.”

I guided her backward until her ass pressed against the padded bench. My fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down her tanned legs. She kicked them aside, standing there naked except for the delicate gold chain around her ankle. But when I turned her around, bending her slightly over the railing, I froze at the sight.

A shiny black butt plug nestled between her firm cheeks, its flared base glinting in the sunlight. My breath caught. “Elena... you wore this for me?”

She glanced back, biting her lip with a mischievous smile. “Found it in my drawer last night. Thought it might make things interesting. Been wearing it since we left the harbor. Every wave makes it shift inside me. Fuck, it’s been driving me crazy.”

Desire surged through me. I ran my palm over her juicy ass, giving it a light spank that made her gasp. The plug moved with the impact, and she moaned, pushing back against my hand. I kissed along her spine, my fingers dipping between her thighs to find her pussy already slick and hot.

“You’re soaked,” I murmured, circling her clit slowly while twisting the plug just enough to make her tremble. “This little toy has you all worked up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes... please, Marcus. I need you inside me too.”

I freed my throbbing cock from my shorts, thick and heavy, rubbing the head along her wet slit. She spread her legs wider, the yacht swaying in rhythm with our bodies. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself in her tight pussy, groaning at how the plug made her even snugger. The dual fullness had her crying out, gripping the railing as I started to move—tender strokes at first, savoring every inch.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I said, my hands roaming her back, pulling her closer so I could kiss her neck. Our bodies pressed together, skin warm and salty. I kept the pace unhurried, rolling my hips while my fingers played with the plug, gently tugging it in time with my thrusts. Her moans grew louder, mixing with the creak of the boat and the distant call of seabirds.

“Harder on the plug... twist it,” she begged, her voice breaking. I did, and her pussy clenched around my cock like a vice. We shifted then—she turned to face me, legs wrapping around my waist as I lifted her onto the bench. The new angle let me watch her tits bounce while I fucked her deep, the plug still firmly in her ass pressing against me through her thin walls.

Sweat beaded on her skin, her hands clutching my shoulders. I kissed her fiercely, tongues dancing as our breaths mingled. The build was slow, delicious, every caress of her breasts, every grind of our hips drawing us closer to the edge. Her clit rubbed against my pelvis with each thrust, and soon she was shaking.

“I’m gonna come... don’t stop,” Elena gasped.

Her orgasm hit like a wave crashing over the deck—her pussy pulsing, squirting lightly around my cock while the plug amplified every spasm. I followed seconds later, burying myself to the hilt and filling her with hot cum, groaning into her mouth as we rode it out together.

We stayed locked like that, the yacht gently rocking us. Finally I eased out, carefully removing the plug and setting it aside. Elena’s laughter bubbled up, light and free, as she pulled me down beside her on the bench.

“Best reunion ever,” she said, tracing lazy circles on my chest. “Think we can do this every weekend?”

I grinned, kissing her forehead. “Only if you promise to bring more toys.”

CATEGORIES: [Butt plug, Yacht, Former lovers, Big Cock, Juicy ass, In the Ass, Anal, Mature, Passionate Sex, Creampie]