Promptly Scissored

I gasped as her lips move down slowly, moving from my best to my right breast, kissing my skin as they went. I felt my body quiver silty as pleasure rushed through my body, my arms holding onto her, hearing our new travel buddies chortle from nearby. I felt my grip tighten upon her as I learned out vertically, and somewhat over the sea. I felt an orgasm pass through me as her lips clamped down upon my nipple, the cool sea wind blowing across my exposed skin solidly contrasting with the warmth of her skin and lips upon me.

I saw an upside-down ski-do before me, the rider smiling as they watched on. I felt an orgasm ram itself through me, my body alight with sensations: coolness, warmth, softness, and gripping muscles, along with pleasure. It was at that moment I felt my shaved mound pressing hard upon hers, my pleasure rising sharply. I moaned loudly in response, my pleasure rising as they rubbed against each other. I heard her moan back, followed by her redoubling her efforts, our mounds pressing tighter against each other, moving their folds across one other, eliciting ever higher pressure from both of us.

I could hear people's cries of excitement and surprise, but my attention was solely on her, and the pleasure I was feeling just then. I orgasmed again, moaning louder than before, and not exactly caring how far my voice carried. It was then I felt her movements become more forceful, pressing our bodies together, and our shaved mounds bouncing hard upon each other. I moaned loudly, and notice her need is even greater than my own. Forcefully, she rubs our pussy lips tightly pressed together, and I'm vaguely aware of the guys, and her friend's cheers and cries as she works her body upon mine, a ferocity that caught me by surprise. I cried out loud, in loud and uneven tones. I can feel my pleasure rising swiftly, and I orgasm hard before them, my shoulders now resting on the railing of the ship as she pounds herself upon me. I can feel my pleasure rising, my mind racing, even as I know my legs are wrapped around her, holding me tightly upon her.

Even as she clings tightly to me, her mouth is still hungrily seeking my skin, suckling and pinching at my breasts and nipples, one at a time, as she roughly pleases herself. I feel a hand at my side, rather male, and gasp loudly, my neck arching back, leaving me an upside-down view of the sea and a pair of people, one man, and one woman, on a ski-do watching me. I climax right then and there, followed swiftly by another orgasm as my mound rubs forcefully upon hers. She keeps at it, and I find myself caring less and less about the passage of time; only the pressure mattered just then, though the hands on my sides made it all the more palatable.

Eventually, she slows down then, as if coming off a high, and becoming aware of her surroundings. As I realize I still want more, I wonder how best to act from here on out, and quickly find hungry looks aimed at me from several directions at once ... and it would be preferable to do it before she gets too self-conscious of what just happened. If I want her involved, anyway.