Queen of FUTA - Chapter 8

Tess’s yacht has… a bit of restraint. It’s not huge, and it has no crew. It’s still absurdly nice, and you have underestimated how rich she must be. It’s all shiny metal and polished, glossy wood. There are a couple of modest rooms inside, including a bedroom, and this incredible space up top in the open air, where you sit as you watch Tess at the controls, taking you out to sea.

You aren’t going very far, just getting away from the Marina.

“Where it’s quieter,” she tells you with a smile. She’s wearing this cute, breezy white outfit with a blue scarf. Gosh. You want to be her one day. You are enjoying the hell out of the salty breeze as you go, although you didn’t bring a swimsuit or anything on this trip. It feels like you should be wearing one for this.

Tess shuts down the engine and comes back to you, handing you a small shopping bag.

“If you want,” she says. “It’s a bit bold. I’d understand if it wasn’t your style, it’s just a waste not to have the sun on your skin, you know? I’m going to change.

In the tiny bathroom below, you take a look at the swimsuit that she’s offering you. It’s white, which is indeed very ballsy. It’s also mostly string, with a very high waist. This is the kind of thong bikini that super famous hot influencers wear for shamefully staged photos on Insta.

Something like this can’t even pretend to contain your cock; it will just hang out there.

Tess has to know that. Well, you assumed that there would be a lewd agenda at work here, and you are okay with that. It’s exciting. And now that you’re away from shore, there’s no one to see but Tess. And you don’t have to be embarrassed around her. She’s even hornier than you are.

You are still a bit self-conscious when you come out of the bathroom into the yacht’s cozy little lounge with your breasts barely contained and your cock just slapping gently against your thighs with each step.

Tess is in the act of pouring champagne, bent slightly at the waist with her back to you. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of black bikini bottoms that hug her big, round butt delectably. There’s a little cutout to show some rear-end cleavage. Your heart’s already racing from anticipation and all this nudity with a… relative stranger.

You concentrate hard on not letting your cock go any bigger than half-chub. You have to keep some dignity. You sit on the sofa, trying to play it cool.

She brings you a glass, her soft breasts swaying. She sits beside you, smelling of mouthwatering, expensive lotions.

“I like it out here,” she says, looking at you very directly. “It’s peaceful.”

“If you wanted me out of my clothes, we could’ve gone to a hotel,” you note.

“Maybe I wanted to see your swimsuit look.”

“And you just happened to have one in just my size,” you say.

“You look good in anything,” she says, gazing at you with total honesty. She’s forgotten all about the glass in her hand. It’s pure lust and adoration on her face. It’s… a little embarrassing. Annette is at least a bit self-aware about the fact that you’re the same age as her daughter, but that seems less weird because she’s in love with you, she just likes her dildo to have a little personality.

“You are so beautiful,” Tess says.

You have no reply to that, and you instinctively look away… which brings you to her bikini bottoms. Her short, chubby cock is fully hard and clearly imprinted there. You can’t form words, but… You drain your champagne glass and set it aside, leaning closer to her and tugging at the front of her bikini bottoms.

“Oh,” she says as you free her cock. “You don’t have to do that,” she goes on as you lean down. It’s weird to you that she seems genuinely startled, but she’s not going to complain.

You brush your hair back and place your mouth over the head of her cock. She’s too thick for you to really suck her, although it’s only about four inches long. It’s very cute, and it gets noticeably harder as you touch and lick it.

Her fingers get into your hair, then you feel the warm weight of her boobs on top of you; she must be hunching forward.

“Riley,” she says breathlessly, but you’ve already decided to see if you can make her cum. You put one hand on her soft thigh and squeeze it, using the other to massage her shaft while you probe at her tip with your tongue.

“Riley,” she moans again, and this is a warning. But you are just… you love how horny and honest Tess is. You had to hide things for so long that someone like this just feels a certain way. You are in sync with her. If Tess doesn’t have inhibitions, then you don’t either.

You try to take her a bit deeper and suck, tickling her foreskin.

She lets out a low, shuddering moan and explodes in your mouth, filling it with hot, salty cum with the consistency of maple syrup. You pump with your hand and take as much as you can before you’re **** to come up. Before you can make a choice about what to do with it, she kisses you fiercely, forcing her tongue into your mouth.

You were not thinking of feeding her cum back to her, but she’s removed choice from the equation.