The drive to the marina is only about half an hour, but seems to take
forever. We even have a few near misses when my attention drifts from
the road’s hazards to your charms, but we eventually arrive safely to
find my uncle’s boat right where he promised it would be. It starts
up on the first try, powerful engine roaring, and we skim out over the
water, leaving a trail of churned white foam behind us.

Soon we are out on the open sea, bouncing across the waves. Here,
where there is nothing to hit, I’m paying more attention to you than
to the boat. You are teasingly shifting in the seat to make your
skirt slide higher up your thighs, and leaning over to examine the
dashboard, not incidentally giving me glimpses of your tanned tits
sliding inside your blouse. All of this is giving me a monumental
hard-on, a detail that has not escaped your notice. We spend the
entire hour making each other hotter and hotter without a single
touch. By the time we reach the secluded cove on the back side of
Catalina, both of us are fantastically horny.

I run the boat up to the shore, and help you out – not missing the
chance to caress your soft breast and give the stiff nipple a quick
squeeze. Handing you the blanket, I grab the paper bag and ice chest
that hold our provisions, and we walk up the shore several yards to a
grassy little area overhung by shady trees. You spread out the
blanket and barely have it on the ground before I am holding you
tightly, my hands squeezing your bottom, my groin rubbing against your
belly, and my mouth locked to yours, tounges writhing and twisting
together. Our embrace lasts for several minutes, just holding each
other close and kissing hotly. Finally I raise my head and say,
“Shall we eat?”

Our clothes drop off quickly – I actually pop the button off my shorts
in my haste to get them off. We hold each other again, enjoying the
sensation of skin against skin. My cock is trapped between our
bodies, and you can feel it throbbing against you. I move gently
against you, feeling your soft breasts crushed against my chest, the
hard nipples standing out like bullets. I lift you in my arms,
carrying you across the grass to the blanket, where I lay you down.
Reaching into the ice chest, I pull out a glass and a bottle of
champagne.

I hand you the filled glass, and with a wide smile kneel between your
legs with the bottle. I hold it over your smooth crotch and begin
pouring a slow trickle down, licking it up as it runs through your
pussy. The combination of the champagne and your own juice is
delicious, and I lap rapidly at your cunt trying to catch it all. You
are feeling incredible sensations, as the champagne tickles your
sensitive pussy and I voraciously lick you. The champagne in your
glass is not going to waste – dipping your fingers in it, you rub it
on your nipples, which are quickly becoming as hot as your crotch. I
begin concentrating on your erect little clit, and the pleasure grows.
You know that orgasm is not far away.

Then I abruptly set the bottle down and reach for the chest again,
this time pulling out a bunch of grapes. Leaning back over you, I
lick quickly at one champagne-flavored nipple and exchange a kiss
before moving back down between your legs. Spreading and stroking
your cunt, I begin pushing the grapes inside, one by one. Finally,
they are all inside, and once again I place my mouth over your crotch,
sucking them out. As each pops out and into my mouth, new shivers of
excitement shoot through you, culminating at last in a raging,
explosive climax that almost lifts you off the blanket. Lying back
gasping for breath, you look down at my head, still buried between
your thighs.

“C’mon, I’m hungry too” you say softly as you sit up and I roll over
to take your place on the ground. My cock stands up straight, stiff
and hard, as you bring out the condiments – chocolate sauce, whipped
cream, and a cherry for the top. Soon my crotch is a mound of
chocolate and whipped cream, the cherry balanced precariously atop my
rigid cock. You waste no time in lapping up the sweet mixture, my
shaft quivering with each stroke of your tongue. A steady stream of
fluid is trickling from the swollen red head, and you lick it off,
swirling your tongue around and around the cherry still miraculously
balanced on top. Finally you slip me into your mouth, and after only
a few moments in that hot wet grip, my cock lets loose, shooting it’s
own special sauce into your throat.

Looking down at your chocolate-smeared face next to my still half-hard
rod, I fumble behind me in the bag to see if there is anything left in
our supplies. I find what I am looking for, and gently draw you up
next to me. Sliding down, tracing a trail over your body with my
tongue, I lie down again between your legs and taste your pussy. If
anything, it is wetter than before, and a slight taste of the
champagne remains. But then I take the bananna that I am holding in
my hand, and begin rubbing it up and down along the length of your
slit. You moan with pleasure, and reach down to hold your cuntlips
open, showing me your hot pink hole. The bananna slides in easily,
and you gasp as it twists inside you. Leaving it buried inside, I
lick and nibble your clit for several minutes before pulling it out
again with my teeth, eating it as it emerges from you.

When it is gone, your body is hotter than you can ever remember it
being. You are desperate to come, your body straining for climax.
Your fingers are rubbing and digging at your clit, and you beg me to
make you come. “We’re out of banannas – I guess this will have to do”
I chuckle, and shove my hard cock all the way inside you. Your scream
and my shout at the sensation emerge at the same time, and for a
moment I hold still inside you while we enjoy it. Then I roll
sideways and pull you close, our sweaty bodies sliding together as my
cock slides in and out of your quivering pussy. Our hands are roaming
over each others’ bodies, stroking, squeezing, caressing, and we are
kissing hotly, trying to devour each other with our lips and tongues.
Your climax is first, even more violent than the last, and as your
body shakes and quivers my release is triggered. For long moments we
are held in ecstasy, rolling and bucking on the ground together.

We finally catch our breath, and lean together against a tree, you
sitting with your back to me between my spread legs, with my arms
around your waist and hands idly stroking your belly. You turn your
head and laugh as you say “Hey, you want to go into town and get
something to eat?”