"Have you ever been on a boat before?"

I looked at him, amused but quizzical. "Yes, Matt, I've been on a boat before."

"Have you ever been on a boat this big before?"

I rolled my eyes, less amused now. I leaned in, my mouth even with his ear, and purred, "I've been on bigger ones." I leaned away from him and threw my head back and laughed. "Since you're fishing for a compliment, your boat is so nice." I said it deadpan, staring into his eyes with a straight face. "I love this boat. This is the best boat I've ever been on."

He shook his head and laughed. "So you're not just this bitchy at work, I guess? You're this bitchy in your real life, too?"

"My whole life, baby! I can't help it. Are we gonna leave the marina or what?"

"I think we're waiting on the boss to get here. Fashionably late."

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna go mingle. I was out of the office most of the week, so I need to get the gossip." I turned away from him and walked past the cabin windows, running my hand along the railing. I walked slowly, closing my eyes and breathing in the calm, pungent, ocean air. I stopped at the bar and ordered a drink.

From behind me, I heard, "Hey!"

I turned towards the voice. He looked younger than me, fresh faced, and he looked familiar.  "Hey. Remind me..."

"Alex. We met a couple summers ago, at that party at my dad's house. He owns the..."

"Ohhh, yeah, he's my boss." My eyes followed his as he looked down, running his hand through his hair before putting it in his pocket. "I heard we were waiting for him, that's why we haven't left yet."

He looked even more embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry, he um..."

“You're fine! I'm just giving you a hard time. So, what have you been up to?"

"Well, I graduated, I'm free for the summer. I start B school in the fall, so I'm back home just hanging out for awhile."

“So it’s like take your kid to work day?” I teased.

He straightened his back, ready to play the game. “I wouldn’t say I’m a kid, would you? I mean, for example, I didn’t need to show my ID to get this delicious, weird cocktail.”

“Okay, but you ordered a cocktail.”

“Oh, so is this like a test of my masculinity?” He smirked, and I could tell he was enjoying himself.

“No, I just mean that’s a hell of a glass for a work event. But I guess it’s not a work event for you.” I jutted my hip forward and leaned back on the bar. “Unless your plan is to get an MBA and immediately take over the company and terrify us all into submission so we don’t lose our jobs.”

He laughed, then paused before leaning in. His voice got lower as he said, “I get the sense there’s nothing I could do to terrify you into submission.”

This was the moment. The moment when I could brush it off and keep it professional, see him at maybe one or two sanctioned events over the next few years, or, the moment when I could let him know I wanted him. That I wanted to see what it was like to fuck him.

“Oh, I bet there is.” I moved towards him, reaching my fingers along the bar towards where he rested his forearm.

Just then, the engines roared and the boat shuddered away from the marina. We both swayed, and the movement shoved me even closer to him. I put out my hand to steady myself and it landed on his side, just below his chest. My hand instinctively gripped around him, a primal connection. I looked up and met his gaze just as the bartender put my drink on the bar next to me

I started to pull my hand away from his body, but he reached out and held my forearm, keeping my palm pressed to his side. He dragged his hand down on top of mine and pressed them together.

“I bet we could find somewhere quiet upstairs. To drink these, I mean.”

“Yesss,” I dragged the word out, then inhaled sharply. I caught myself in the middle of licking my bottom lip, and bit it instead. “Lead the way.”

He turned his body away from me, smiling and holding eye contact until he looked ahead, moving towards the staircase on the other side of the bar. This was my first full-length look at him in awhile. Broad shoulders, toned legs, and a stylish outfit that skimmed his body. He started up the stairs and I hung back, looking to see if anyone saw him go up. Looking to see if anyone saw me following him. The only person who was looking my way was Matt. The owner of the boat, my arrogant coworker. He smiled at me and shook his head, then winked at me from across the deck. A smile crept across my face and I grabbed the railing on the staircase, steadying myself as I made my way up the stairs. The wind was whipping now as we pushed further out into the open water. The sound of the water hitting the hull was soothing, regular beats keeping time.

As I walked across the deck to the hallway, I saw Alex standing in a doorway, facing me. His eyes scanned my body as I walked towards him.

“You’re killing me with this dress,” he said. “Is this technically a sundress? Like, the dress everyone loves?”

I laughed. “Technically, this is a bodycon tank dress. My ass looks great in it, right?”

“Your everything looks great in it.”

I walked through the doorway, into a cabin, letting him watch me move. I heard the door shut, and the ice in his glass clink as he sat it on a table. Then, his hands were on me from behind. He dragged his palms up my legs, from the middle of my thigh to up under my dress. He pulled it up to my hips on both sides and ran his hands all over the front of me. One hand between my legs, one hand squeezing my tits together. I arched my back and pushed the back of my head into his neck as I reached my hand behind him, running it over his ass and the top of his thigh. My other hand was on his, the one that was between my legs. I pulled it up, pushing my fingers into my underwear and guiding his to the same spot.

He rested the heel of his palm flat where my body curved down between my legs, and gently rubbed his fingers up and down. He spread them out, pushing my thighs, a signal for me to open my legs. I did, and he pushed into me with one finger, then a second. His other arm was wrapped around my waist now, pulling me into him. His fingers moved faster, and I rocked my hips to match his rhythm. I pushed my head into his neck, his shoulder, his chest. I moaned and whined into his ear as I gripped behind him, trying to steady myself.

Then, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. My legs started to buckle as the heat rose from where he was pulsing and pushing his fingers. I bent over and grabbed onto the deep, wooden windowsill. I planted my legs apart and pushed my ass into his lap. He stayed with me, his hands holding me steady – one from inside and one pushing flat on my lower stomach.

I pushed his hand down, pulling his fingers out of me, and turned to face him. We met with long, deep, deliberate kisses, my hands gripping and exploring his chest and neck. With his hips, he pushed me hard against the windowsill. One hand reached down and started to slide my underwear off. After I bent and slid them the rest of the way, he tugged at me, pulling me up. Then, he lifted my leg and pushed out at my knee, opening me up to him.

We locked eyes and I grabbed at his belt, pulling and tugging and unbuckling. Impatient, he took over. Shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, underwear pulled down. I looked down and saw it break free, bobbing up towards me. I exhaled a heavy breath and took it in my hands, cupping them together on either side of it and slowly working them up and down, rubbing his precum over his glistening cock. His hand pushed my chin up, and as our tongues met, he grabbed his cock, easing my hands off of it with a stroke upwards.

As he pushed my knee out again, I ripped my dress off over my head . then braced myself in the windowsill, pushing my pussy towards his body. His other hand wrapped around my waist, and we both looked down, watching as he slid his cock all the way into me.

I spread my fingers out on the back of his head and softly pulled them together, pulling his hair. As I pulled his head back, looking into his eyes, I took one of his hands in mine and slid it over my throat. The warmth of his palm covering my neck sent a wave through my spine and I relaxed back, leaning on the window. I moaned and squealed with every thrust of his cock into me. All I could hear was our breathing and the sounds of our bodies meeting.

I opened my eyes, pushed him gently, and watched his body. The repetitive motion that was sending waves of heat through me.

“I want to taste you,” I breathed. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him away again. “No. I want to taste myself on you.” A smile crept across my face and I pushed him harder, pushing his cock out of me.

When there was enough space between us, I dropped down onto my heels, knees bent, with a bounce. With my mouth at his waist level, I stuck my tongue out flat, with an opened mouth, and looked up at him.

“Fuck,” he said. “You dirty little slut.”

He positioned his cock and slid it into my hot, wet mouth. All the way in, until I gagged and left a trail of thick spit across it. I wrapped a hand around his cock and spread the spit up and down as I sucked and bobbed, tongue massaging the underside.

He gripped the window trim with one hand, and he planted the other on the back of my head. He grabbed my hair at the root and, when I moved my head and mouth towards him, he held me back. Then, slowly, gently at first, he started fucking my face. I opened my mouth and covered my bottom teeth with my outstretched tongue, focusing on not gagging. With my face upturned, I watched his body move, watched the way the pleasure spread across his face.

“Fuck. Fuck. I have to fuck you.” He let go of my hair and pulled his cock out of my mouth, running his hand over it with hard, fast strokes.

He sat down on the bed and pushed himself back, his arm outstretched, reaching for mine. I reached back and held onto his elbow as I positioned myself on top of him. I settled into a straddle and reached for his cock, pushing it back into position before sinking down on it.

Then, the cabin door opened. I snapped my head up to look, and as soon as I saw who it was, my face softened and I smiled an open smile, biting my bottom lip. I turned my face down, casting my eyes upwards, meeting his with a knowing look.

“Can I come in?” Matt asked. It wasn’t a real question, both of us knew that. He came in and locked the door behind him.

Alex threw his head back and to the side, and gripped my thighs tightly. He started to push me off, but I looked down at him and mouthed, “Hold on.”

Matt shook his head with a smile. “I’ve been wanting this view since we met. What’s it take?”

I held his gaze and leaned down, planting my hands above Alex’s shoulders, letting my tits hang onto him, my nipples grazing his chest. I rocked my hips slowly, working his cock deep inside me. I looked down at him and asked, “Can he watch?”

Alex looked up at me in disbelief, and gripped my waist hard as he groaned, “Yesss.”

I looked up at Matt. “You heard him. I’ll even put on a show for you.” With that, I rode Alex’s cock, holding my hair up with both my hands. My tits bounced with my arms held up, my head thrown back, my open mouth letting moans and whines escape.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Matt had his cock out, stroking it fast. I smiled at him and asked, “You wanna see me cum?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

I closed my eyes again and ground my pussy down onto Alex’s cock, hinging my body at the hips and holding myself up on my outstretched arms. Almost immediately, Alex snapped his fingers, loudly by my ear. My eyes snapped open and I stopped moving with a jolt.

“Look at him,” he instructed. “Watch him watching you. You look like you’re in a fucking trance.” He laughed, warmly.

As I looked back up at Matt, he made his way over to me, positioning his body right in front of me.

“Can I touch you?” He asked.

I kept riding, holding Matt’s gaze, then shifting my eyes down to Alex. “Can he touch me?”

“Fuck.” Alex’s eyelids fluttered and his nostrils flared. “Yes. Yes, he can touch you. He can touch you, you fucking slut.”

As soon as Matt heard Alex say yes, he moved his hand towards me. He grabbed my hanging tits, hard, still stroking his cock with his other hand. I closed my eyes and focused on the rising heat from deep in my pussy.

“Alex…” I begged, “Make me cum. Tell me to cum, tell me to cum, baby.”

“Cum on my cock, baby girl. Use that cock, make yourself feel so good on it. That’s it, cum for me.”

My eyes rolled back as the wave of heat pulsed through my whole body. I dropped down to my forearms and bucked on his cock, my body moving on its own. As the twitches stopped, I opened my eyes and saw Matt stroking his cock faster, furious, right above my head.

I reached up and pushed him gently on his thigh, positioning him to my side. I turned my head and opened my mouth wide, tongue out, and reached out, caressing his balls and pulling my hand towards myself, gently pulling on the skin of his balls.

He stepped forward and asked, “Really?”

I looked down at Alex, meeting his eager gaze, and asked, “Okay?”

He nodded yes, vigorously, and whispered, “I’m close.”

I took Matt’s cock in my mouth, my hand gently rubbing his balls, and he fucked into me. For the second time, I worked my tongue over the cock in my mouth. Flat drags, suctioning to him. I pushed myself up, straightening my elbows, and Matt grabbed my shoulder with one hand and pulled and bunched up my hair with his other hand, pulling me into him as he came.

I kept my lips at the base of his cock until I felt the twitching stop, and as I pulled away from it, I felt the cum run down my throat. I swallowed and smiled up at him, just as Alex pushed me back gently.

“Get on your back. I’m gonna cum on your tits.”

I leaned back and laid all the way back, and Alex positioned his legs between mine. I held my thighs open as he leaned forward, holding himself up with one arm and stroking his cock with his other hand. I pushed my tits up and felt the hot, wet spurts hit my skin. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together, rubbing his cum over them and watching it run and drip down the curves.

Alex sat back on his heels, kneeling between my legs. I looked over at Matt, his hands on his hips, a shocked but satisfied look on his face.

“I’ve gotta offer up my boat for more work parties if this is what happens.”

“If what happens? Someone else getting fucked in your room?” I laughed.

He walked towards me, covering my chin with his palm, running it down to my throat and then my chest. “Oh, this isn’t my room, baby. My room is way bigger.”

I laughed again as he slowly took his hand off me. “Hand me my dress, bitch.”

With a smile, he wadded it up and threw it at me, then unlocked the door and left. I put it on and watched Alex get dressed.

“You know, we still have like an hour before we’re back at the marina,” he said.

“Yeah, are you afraid it’s going to be awkward? It’s cool.”

“No,” he said, with a smile. “I’m just saying you have time to try one of those weird cocktails. Carrying around an obnoxious glass won’t be the most unprofessional thing you did at this work party.”

I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. “Okay then. Let’s go ask the bartender to make something in the biggest glass he can find. With umbrellas and fruit.”

“I’m down. After you.”