Cindy chooses

Julien found himself at a loss for words. In his experience men chased women, sometimes for days while the targets of their interest coyly demurred, building the sexual tension until sometimes (and only sometimes) the chase would end with the sweet surrender of the prize. Cindy was so different, there was no chasing, none of the feigned **** that he was used to, she was as interested in sex as he was - perhaps even more.

Impatient with Julien's hesitation, Cindy straddled his legs lifting her skirt so the warmth of her bare thighs heated his lap like a hot towel. He tried to protest but even before he could speak Cindy leaned forward and pressed her golden orbs to his mouth. Julien's indecision broke like a levy in a spring flood. He licked and nibbled on the two perfect tits with the eagerness of a first timer; Cindy didn't seem to mind, she grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled his face even closer to her soft breasts rubbing her chest against the rough stubble of his chin.

"Oh God this feels good!". She moaned before lifting her head momentarily to look around. The skiff had lost most of its velocity by now - its sail flapping noisily behind her no longer efficiently catching the wind.

"Sailor." Cindy gasped in his ear "Mind that sail, let me handle this." Julien gasped as her hand seized his stiff cock and he felt her lower herself onto it. She took him easily, engulfing his entire length as she wiggled and squirmed her way down his rod. Now that she had dropped onto his lap Julien could once again see to adjust the heading of the boat, but it was still not an easy task to keep his attention on sailing with an unbelievably sexy young woman riding him with a shocking wildness. Her pussy was hot and slick, and she was tight too, the squeezing of her muscles on his meat milked Julien's stiff rod as she rose and fell on his lap squirming and twisting to increase the friction between their bodies.

Julien could see her seeking for just the right spot. He wanted to help, but with both hands needed to keep the boat sailing true there was little he could do other than raise his hips to meet each of her downward plunges and whisper encouragement as she rode him.

Then, much sooner than he expected, Cindy's entire body stiffened and with a long slow moan of release she flooded his cock with a sudden gush of hot fluid.

"That was just what I needed. Crews was it ever." Cindy placed her hands on his shoulders squeezing his muscles with her strong fingers as a few small tremors rocked her frame.

Julien was nearly as stunned as Cindy. He couldn't believe how fantastic she looked as she rode him. Her sun-bleached hair had come free of its tie and hung in a tangled mess on her shoulders. Drops of glimmering sweat fell from her face and splashed into the deep valley between the breasts that rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Suddenly with a sweet smile she kissed him on the cheek smelling again the scent of musky cologne. "Let me show you something I should have taught you about earlier." Cindy leaned to his right, her lean body stretching gracefully as she pulled the staysail from his white knuckled fist. She looped the thin rope around a wooden cleat in a quick knot and then shifted her body delightfully again on his rock hard shaft and showed him how to secure the tiller in a similar fashion.

"It's not as reliable as keeping your hand on the tiller." Cindy explained "But there are times when a sailor needs his hands free for other jobs." She pulled Julien's large hands from their former positions and placed them on her slender hips.

Each time Cindy shifted her athletic body, Julien could feel her sheath twisting on his sword sending wave after wave of desire through his loins. He had been willing enough to let Cindy take charge earlier, but now he could finally use his strength and size to control the tempo of their coupling. One hand slid up her smooth back to her hair noting as he did the firm muscles of her back and shoulders while his other hand palmed her round tit and squeezed it fiercely making her gasp in response.

"Oh Crews!" She panted in response, "Maybe I shouldn't have let you use your hands after all." Julien barely heard her. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled down firmly. The pressure pressed her down onto the embedded shaft driving up into her even further than her previous squirming. Still not satisfied Julien pulled even harder bending her backwards until her tits lifted in an inviting arch under his hand. His mouth once again feasted on her tits this time biting a swollen nipple in his urgent need. She cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure, but instead of struggling to escape she grabbed his hair with her strong hands and dragged his mouth to her other breast.

Julien reveled in the way her body fit against his, she was strong and limber and he loved the way that she responded to his forceful treatment. She might bend to his superior strength, but he would never break her. He pushed again into her hard with his hips and she cried out in need. Again and again he thrust upwards holding her tightly with one hand in her hair and the other now on her shoulder. He was close, so close ...

"Fuck-me sailor!" Julien was surprised, not only by Cindy's language, but by her use of the old Earth profanity as well. "Fuck me as hard as you can!" He needed no more encouragement than that; three more brutal thrusts was all it took before he exploded into Cindy with stream after stream of his sperm. Both lovers collapsed against each other gasping for breath as they came down from the intense experience.

"And to think you almost turned me down." Cindy whispered softly into his ear almost a full minute later when he finally lifted her limp body from his softening cock and held her tenderly on his lap.