Stuck

I was standing at the bow rail of the catamaran. Feeling the boat rock back and forth on the waves. I tilt my head into the hot sun and close my eyes, letting my skin bake.

You were tipsy and had staggered off below deck to get another drink. I realize I hadn’t heard you yelling for a while so I sighed and made my way along the rocking deck, steadying myself with the railing. I had too much to drink and the sun was suddenly hot. I could feel the sweat beading off my skin.

The six other passengers and two crewmen were on the far side of the boat, drinking and laughing. I step down onto the stairs and as I enter the dim cabin, I pause and let my eyes adjust.

The lavatory door at the front of the cabin is slightly ajar and I hear your muffled voice singing. I smile, thinking again how nice it is to unwind for once.

I pull the door open and look down at you sitting crooked on the toilet seat. You raise your eyes to mine and grin widely. Without a word you reach forward and drive your right hand between the waist band of my shorts and my sweaty abdomen. You pull me forward and your left hand dives though my legs and cups my ass. Your middle finger rests on the crack of my ass.

You draw your palm from the centre of my ass, back towards you stopping short of my tightening sack. You hear me gasp and feel me submit. Your right hand holding my shorts is now a fist, holding me in place.

You reach your left hand threw my my legs and grab the back of my shorts and tug them down. My cock pops free of my shorts and you let them fall around my ankles.

Cupping both my ass cheeks you look up at me and take my soft head between your lips. I watch as you suck and roll my cock over your tongue. Tilt my head back and groan loudly. You squeeze my ass, reminding me to keep quiet. Pulling me gently closer to your eager mouth.