Promiscuous. R. Moreen Clarke
He gathered layer after layer in his hands without gaining access to skin. He finally gave up, murmuring against her neck.
“This is a lovely dress, but there is just too much material here,” he said, and tugged on the chiffon for emphasis.
“Why, Mr. James, it seems you’re quite intent on getting under my clothes,” she drawled sweetly.
“You noticed?” he replied.
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” she protested weakly as she exhaled in short, quick bursts.
He groaned, accompanied by a deep laugh. “Do you really want to have that conversation right now?” he asked as he finally found his way under the chiffon to the soft skin of her thigh.
Deandra wanted to be offended, but the ache between her thighs could not be ignored. The firmness of his manhood pressing against her belly hinted at a promise of sexual fulfillment. A promise she was eager to collect on.
He stopped his caressing just long enough to escort her to the cabin below deck. She removed her shoes to descend the steps into the salon below. Marshall locked the cabin door behind them and then walked up behind her and slipped his hands around her waist. He nuzzled her neck only briefly before he untied the silk ribbon around her waist.
Deandra was overwhelmed by the elegance of the salon and still could not believe she was on the boat. She wanted to take it all in, but her physical desire for him was more overpowering. When he slid down the bodice of her dress and his hands cupped her bare breasts, she moaned aloud with pleasure. She felt her dress fall to the floor and she was naked, except for a silken hunter green thong with lace trim.
Marshall scooped her up effortlessly and carried her to the master cabin. He laid her on the bed and took a moment to enjoy the vision before him. Deandra lay reposed on the bed; her long, firm, shapely legs, her large, voluptuous breasts, and her slim, taut waistline created an irresistible package.
She watched him undress and marveled at the body hidden beneath the cloak of a benevolent businessman. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and it was clear from the taut, rippling six-pack he worked out regularly. His dark skin was smooth as marble, like an African warrior chiseled from the finest stone. He took only a moment to sheath his manhood and then joined her.
He started his exploration at her ankles and licked his way up the supple skin of her legs to the firm skin of her belly. He nuzzled her navel playfully before sliding his tongue along the underside of her breasts. He continued his pursuit to the pink nipple, and gently pulled the large areola into his mouth.
Deandra purred, catlike, in response to his touch. She spread her legs wide, inviting him into her secret depths. She reached out and took hold of his dick as it rubbed against her belly. She wanted to feel him inside her.
Marshall was not in a hurry. He intended to enjoy each delicious morsel of her body. He wasn’t sure if he’d have it again. He eased away from her insistent hand and slipped his finger inside her pussy. As he suspected, she was ready and juicy. He rubbed her clit until she bucked slightly from the stimulation. He then inserted a couple of fingers and stroked them in and out, making certain to slide his fingers over her clit each time he eased his fingers out.
She was moaning louder and louder, and whispering passionately and almost unintelligibly. “Fuck me, Marshall, fuck me now,” she repeated incessantly while thrusting her hips against his groin.
He decided not to make her wait any longer and he pushed his dick as far inside her hot, wet, and juicy pleasure spot as he could.
Her vaginal walls closed around his dick like a vise grip and he could feel her working her inner muscles to increase his pleasure. It was working since his body temperature was rising steadily as he pounded her with sure and strong strokes. He made love to her for the better part of an hour before she shuddered violently in one final climax and he followed suit shortly thereafter.
Deandra snuggled in his arms and they fell peacefully asleep to the gentle rocking of the marina waters.
Marshall arose early in the morning and started toward Nassau while Deandra slept. She poked her head out from the cabin door just as Marshall was dropping anchor.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Just a few miles from Nassau,” he replied, and smiled as she emerged completely naked from the cabin door. Her body seemed even more flawless in the bright light of day than it had the night before. There wasn’t a spare ounce of fat on her body. Her breasts were large and perfectly formed. She had a taut, firm stomach and abdomen. Her hips were slim, with just the right amount of flare to complement her smooth, round ass.
“Then I shouldn’t have to worry about any nosey neighbors or Peeping Toms,” she said as she stretched leisurely and then approached his chair in the pilothouse.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get burned?” Marshall asked as he ran his hand along her arm.
“I’m hoping for a little burn this morning,” she replied coyly, and eased herself between his legs with her back to the wheel.
Marshall placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her close for a kiss. His dick was already hard from the moment she stepped naked out onto the deck and he wanted her to feel his readiness.
Deandra moaned deliciously as his cock bounced eagerly against her rib cage. Marshall slid out of his bathing shorts and slipped on a condom from a small compartment next to the chair.
“Are you always so prepared?” she whispered, and pulled his earlobe into her mouth, and then ran her tongue along the outline of his ear.
“Always,” he replied as he lifted her onto his lap and eased his thickened rod inside her waiting pussy. He moaned as the warm wetness closed around his shaft.
Deandra sighed and groaned as the long length of him moved deeper inside her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck for leverage and began to move her pussy up and down along the length of his dick. With his hands on her ass cheeks, and the strength of her thigh muscles she worked them both up to a heated frenzy before Marshall rose from the chair and carried her to one of the sofas on the deck to finish the job.
Spent, they both lay naked on the floor of the deck, soaking up a few rays of sun and resting. They drifted off to sleep. The sound of an engine nearby woke Marshall an hour later.
“Hey, Marsh, you there?” a man called from the approaching boat.
Marshall jumped up as he realized they could be seen any minute now as the other boat got closer. “Wake up, Dee,” he said urgently, and shook her arm slightly. He then crawled into the pilothouse and donned his shorts before greeting the visitor.
“Hey, Pete,” he called in return, hoping Dee had escaped inside the cabin. The boat continued its approach.
“What you doing out here? I haven’t seen you on the water in months,” Peter asked.
“I have to escape now and then,” Marshall replied as Peter Jensen pulled his cruiser alongside the Sea Ray.
“Mae and Lonnie are in the cabin, why don’t you come on over for some coffee and breakfast,” Peter offered as his wife poked her head out of the cabin to call a greeting to Marshall.
“Thanks, but—” Marshall replied, but was cut off.
“Sweet Jesus!” Peter cried aloud as Deandra stood up in the middle of the deck and stretched kittenlike with her arms above her head. Her heavy, pendulous breasts swung naturally and erotically as she bent over and stretched the back of her legs by touching her toes. Her fine, round ass was on display, along with every other orifice of her body.
She stood up, smiled, and then waved to the newcomers as she disappeared below deck. Peter and his wife, Mae, stood with mouths agape and then looked questioningly at Marshall.
Marshall was disturbed by her blatant exhibitionism. She had a beautiful body without a doubt, but they were his friends, and a bit of decorum was necessary. He would have