Sex games #7 part 2 - Sex Stories

Sex games #7 part 2

We took a long nap after our adventures on the boat. When we woke up, the sun was setting over the lake. We had reservations at the yacht club for dinner. When I made the reservations, they told me the theme tonight was California surfing. We were in a good mood and set for more adventures. We went out on the deck to see the sunset. We wore our usual T-shirt, no bottoms. The breeze ruffled my cock and I snuggled up to you for warmth. We talked about what happened this afternoon. You were impaled on two cocks. We were aroused but wanted to wait for this evening. I asked you what you were expecting this evening. You said, "If I could, I'd fuck them all." I smiled and said, "Well, that would be a lot of fucking." We walked to the yacht club. You were wearing denim short shorts with threadbare cutouts on your ass and near your mound. For a top, you wore a gossamer halter with a plunging neckline. As usual, you wore no underwear. I had on a pair of denim cutoffs and a very cool T-shirt. It was a bit casual, but you looked hot. We had a drink at the bar before dinner. We had a delicious dinner of lake fish and couscous and a bottle of chilled white wine. We decided to walk out on the deck and enjoy the evening air. I said, "Does the deck bring back memories?" You said, "Um hmm." The lake was beautiful in the moonlight. The air was warm, the moon full and a warm breeze through the pines. It was a romantic setting. I stood behind you, cupped your breasts and snuggled my prick ...

... between your ass cheeks. You murmured, "I love you and I love all the sex you give me." We reminisced about our time at the cottage, Brian and his yacht, John with the big cock, John the local, Billy, the two Mardi Gras guys and the two boaters you had fucked this afternoon. We dry humped and whispered sweet nothings to each other. Inside, the music started and we went to our table. They were playing surfing songs, twists, and romantic songs of the 1970s. A guy came over to our table, introduced himself as Don, and asked you to dance. He was dressed in Bell Bottom pants, tight at the crotch and a flowered button up shirt. He had a real 1970s look. You got up and started to dance. You bumped your mound against his leg and your breasts swayed to the music. The next song was a twist. You moved your hips in a fucking motion and ground against his crotch. When you twisted, the cutouts on your shorts gaped. I could see your ass and hints of your mound. The two of you came back to the table, flushed. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants. He reluctantly went back to his table. I asked, "Was that fun?" You said, "Yes, Yes." The next song was a slow romantic song and you and I got up and danced. I put my hands in the back pockets of your shorts and caressed your naked ass. I was getting an erection and you pressed your mound against it. I could feel your excitement rising. I said, "Lets go out on the deck." You said, "Can we take Don with us?" I said, "Sure go get him." You walked over ...