"Not getting seasick, are you?" Bill asked, concerned.
"No! I mean, yes," Sue lied. "I mean, well, not really. It's just-just…"
"You're more comfortable up there," Bill filled in for her, following her up the steps. "How about a little more champagne? There's still some in the bottle."
Sue was fighting down her waves of desire. "I don't think so."
Bill was already handing her the glass. "It'll just go flat if we don't finish it off."
"Oh, all right," Sue speed, gulping it down. She stood gazing out the window at the tranquil harbor. The wine boiled through her bloodstream like sparkling fire.
"Peaceful, isn't it?" Bill observed. He took the empty glass out of Sue's unresisting fingers and set it aside. Then, from behind, he slid his arms around her. His strong, tan hands came down on her full, thrusting breasts.
Sue felt a wave of passion rush through her body. It was so nice and warm and exciting to be in a handsome mans arms. Crossing her arms, she put her hands on his, and pressed them against her breasts and leaned back against him. This man was nice, and thoughtful, and interested in her, whereas Jerry was not. It had been too long since she had had a really nice time. The two near rapes by the lifeguards didn't really count at all.
Bill was seething with desire for her. Her breasts, full and soft and warm were exquisite. He had never known champagne to fail, ever. This full-busted beauty was going to be a superb addition to his collection. He loved the feel of her lace bra, stuffed to overflowing with warm flesh.
"Oh, Bill, you are wicked," Sue purred.
Nuzzling her thick red tresses, he breathed softly into her ear. "But of course, my dear."
Sue's lust blazed higher. His breath was, like a blast of air from a bellows onto a glowing fire. She squirmed against him, rolling her full ass against the hard knot of his cock. "You devil," she groaned as her passion soared.
Bill released her breasts. She felt his fingers busy on the buttons of her sleeveless blouse, and made no move to stop him. She felt more and more of her chest being exposed as he unbuttoned her blouse. She was hot, and it was going to feel good to be free of the garment. And maybe he would put his hands back on her breasts. There would be less separating his hands from them this time, she thought vague. She leaned away from him to let him slip her blouse down her arms and off.
Bill's pulse raced at the sight of Sue's barely concealed tits. Worshipfully, he placed his hands on the full, firm, demanding thrusts of flesh that were just begging to be handled. He tantalized himself by not depriving her of that garment. Instead, he fondled and pressed and squeezed her tits through the lace, marveling at the firmness, the softness, the warmth of her flesh.
Sue's nipples ached with the desire to be free. Wasn't he ever going to let them burst out and jut into the air the way they were meant to? They actually hurt they were so impatient to be free.
Keeping one breast in captivity, Bill worked his other hand up between his chest and Sue's back. He found the hooks of her bra and worked them free, one at a time, teasing both himself and her. Then it was loose, held in place only by his hand on her heavy breast.
"Bastard!" Sue hissed, knowing what he was doing.
"You do have a way with words," he replied, insolently squeezing her full mound through her bra. "You have no idea what a pain in the ass I can be."
Sue's conscience was ineffectively nagging at her through her fog of champagne and lust. She was again in exactly the kind of situation she had been trying to avoid – submitting to some horny man. But this time it was worse. She was much more of a willing participant time than she had been with either of the lifeguards.
Then Bill Caldwell was ridding her of her bra, and his hand lifted one big breast, and a thumb brushed across her rubbery, alert nipple, and her conscience was drowned in a flood of lust. It felt so damn good to be appreciated by a suave, gentleman. Nothing else was important. All that mattered was the feel of that hard, masculine body behind her, the brass buttons on his coat digging into her bare back, the hard, strong hands toying with the soft, tender hills of her breasts, the ready cock against her ass.
"Magnificent," Bill said, weighing each of her tits carefully. Truly, the finest pair of tits he had ever had the pleasure of studying. So large, so heavy, and yet, so firm and proud they barely yielded to the pressure of gravity. He could see them reflected in tile shining metal trim, pale white globes, crowned with attentive nipples.
Her eyes closed, Sue swayed slightly under the influence of the champagne. It could have been anyone standing behind her, fondling her breasts, even Jerry. It didn't matter. It felt so good to be caressed so lovingly, so expertly.
Bill's jaw was knotted with lust. He had held himself carefully in check. But he could not keep it up. He was going to have to fuck this incredible woman, and soon. His cock felt like it was going to rupture from the pressure.
Keeping possession of a breast with one hand, he snaked the other down over the warm expanse of her smooth stomach to the top of her shorts. She made no attempt to stop him when he slipped his fingers inside the waistband, probing her warm flesh. Her stomach rippled under his fingers and he felt her suck in her gut to give him more room inside her shorts. He pushed lower. His fingertips caught in the elastic of her panties. Then he probed still lower, inside her panties. The fit of her shorts was tight, forcing his hand deep into the yielding flesh of her belly.
Then he touched it, the first hesitant wisps of stiff, kinky pubic hair. He drove his hand still farther down into her shorts, and she thrust her hips upward to improve his access to her pussy. He felt the hard arch of her pubic bone, and slipped the tip of his third finger into the steamy slit between her hairy cuntlips. Her hot, damp flesh embraced his fingertip.
"Ooohhh," Sue sighed softly. "Ohhh, that's it." It felt so good to be touched down there again. It released all the bottled-up tension she hadn't even been aware of. There was a hot, sweating feeling down in her crotch.
But he couldn't really reach her. She knew he was having to strain to even touch her cunt at all. He couldn't get his hand any farther into her shorts because they were so tight. She was going to have to help him, that was what she was going to have to do. She unsnapped the waist of her shorts, and instantly he drove his finger still further, until he touched her clitoris, slippery and sensitive in its hot nest. She sucked in her breath at the fiery blast his touch caused. Her knees were rubbery, threatening to collapse her onto the expensive rug. Spreading her feet, she lacked her knees. His touch still wasn't very good, he still couldn't reach her vagina. Anxiously, she grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them open, ignoring the possibility that she was ripping or breaking the zipper.
Then her shorts were wide open, giving him complete access to her crotch. He took advantage of the opening by driving his hand lower, into the hot swamp of her cunt, and driving his longest finger deep into the dripping, sucking hole of her vagina.
"Ahhhhh," Sue moaned. It felt so nice to have something in there again. It needed something, her cunt did, even if it was only a finger. But that wasn't all it was going to get, was it? It was going to get more, it was sure to get more. What man would be satisfied with just sticking his finger into her, when he had something so much more suitable for filling her void. And Bill did have that something, she could feel it against her ass, a beautiful, heavy, demanding, hard cock.
Bill was rolling his cock against her ass, and was contemplating filling, her with his tool, though not necessarily where she expected. He was looking at the reflection of her pussy in the shining chrome in front of them, the lace of her panties, the bulge that was his hand in her crotch, the curling red hairs that escaped from her panties and curled enticingly against the milky white insides of her spread thighs. He pushed the back of his hand impatiently against her underpants, hoping she would get the idea. He was still squeezing one of her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipple.