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After all, there’s a lot of opportunities that a chilly night can rob from a young man. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it. If you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. For background, as college students me and my steady girlfriend Jenna lived in independently owned housing just off-campus.

While it was expected the majority of tenants were going to be college students it turned out to be far from the rule. The man we had met shortly after moving in was just this type of customer: 30-something year old, new to the complex and the type of guy who had obviously enjoyed at least a fair bit of success in his chosen field, opting to move himself and his newly purchased boat into an area filled with the young and the reckless. The years have not been kind to my body – I’d say I traded in my sick pack for a keg but it’s been more akin to a brewery these last fifteen years – but my memory is one part of me that’s kept it’s point throughout the decades, and it’s stories like this that make me glad of it. This is the type of story that makes me glad I’ve chosen the year round warmth of sunny Southern California to settle down in, or at least that I had when I was the cocksure twenty-something who got up to adventures like this. It was the independent third-party ownership that did it, luring in successful graduates from around the community who would no longer qualify for most of the housing owned by the University itself. The man’s thought process was clear: our school is known for its hard partying and loose women, and who has more success with easily impressed college girls looking for a fun time than an slightly older man with some disposable income and, shall we say it again, his own fucking boat parked out back? And when I think of that sweet night, my bare ass pushed up against the side of another man’s parked boat with my cock glistening in the wind, it’s the cool California air that I’m thankful for more than anything. If you have any sort of inquiries concerning where and how you can utilize cam to cam nude, you can contact us at the web site. From the first meeting with the man I could practically see the ideas in his head, the frenzied screaming of some hypothetical sorority girl or another bouncing up and down on his cock while her friend rubbed her wet juicy pussy on his face. She just didn’t think too much of him. This I found out late some Friday night: we’d been putting back drinks at a house party all night, and we could both sense it was getting to time to leave. She was wearing a skirt and top, nothing too fancy, but it looked too good to be true on her, riding just a little bit high to give me the occasional glimpse at her goods. I’m just glad there weren’t any around to take this from me. "I’ve been thinking about this all night. When we finally got to our complex, she stopped me before I started to open the door, taking the lead and pulling me along to the parking lot. I knew it would be soaking wet by now. She had other plans, and she wasn’t shy about telling me so. I sat up on the side of the boat and watched her shimmy her way down my body, her hands running against the ever increasing bulge in my jeans. " She pushed me back against it then, and leant in closer to my ear, "I know you love the thought of a girl sucking your cock in public. The perfect angle for me to get a good view of her tits, almost spilling out of her tight little top. After a few hours, I decided enough was enough and nearly dragged her out of there so we could get home and pound that perfect pussy of hers. I had never been dishonest about that. " She grinned, leading me over to the boat, "I’ve got a surprise for you. Just what they were though, she kept a secret, just promising over and over on our agonizingly long walk home that I’d enjoy them. Let them play, and tease and stroke, like it knew they were so good at. I let out a shudder and it got another giggle from her, and next thing I knew I was completely enveloped in her mouth. I almost didn’t realize she had unzipped my pants until my cock burst out of them, pushing through my boxers to come out and play with her hands. Or rather, let them play with her. I’ve got plenty of blowjobs from Jenna before, but this was by far the most public one, and true to my word it was a huge turn on. She smiled again, but not at me. Sure, but it wasn’t pitch black either. Anybody turning their head at just the right time could easily make out more than just the outline of two shapes. We were on somebody else’s boat, sitting in a parking lot that wasn’t at all secluded: the apartments in our complex in fact overlooked the lot, with large windows peering out from the bedrooms, the kitchens and the living rooms. When I think about it like that, it makes me sad I didn’t jizz all over the side of it. That’s when I knew she was getting taken away by the moment: this wasn’t just a favor to me, but something she really wanted. Claimed it as my own, and all that. Hell, the owner of the boat could look out at any minute and see me happily seated on his property like it was my throne, getting the treatment he had bought the fucking thing for in the first place. She cocked her eyebrows and grinned up at me, letting out a giggle when she felt the precum dripping from the head of my cock and using it to rub down its shaft. Her mouth was heaven on my cock, sliding up and down with her hand following suit, taking me from fantasy to the very possible reality of blowing a huge load down her throat in a semi-public setting. I didn’t in fact finish there: as it turned out, somebody coming home very loudly and brightly turned the corner, ready to take their parking space. She worked and worked, getting me closer and closer, rubbing her nails down my thigh at one point. Or another couple maybe, watching us first for the novelty, then slowly letting it turn them on to the point where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. If she was cold it wasn’t about to let it stop her, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to. And she certainly did try to give me a few of them, with a sly glance and a suggestive trail of her fingers along my leg: just enough to arouse more than just the suspicion of the crowd around us. I couldn’t help myself from groaning like a caveman, leaning back against the deck of this man’s boat. Regardless, we got back to our place, said a quick hey to our roommates and headed off to our room to fuck each other senseless. I remember this though: I don’t think that boat had been the lucky charm its owner had ever intended. You don’t stumble into your memories, you make them, and I never plan on not working towards more. She slurped and sucked on my cock like a good girl, never hesitating or stopping. It stayed anchored firmly in the lot behind our complex for the whole year, and we barely saw a peep out of him. Maybe somebody else blew his load down his girlfriend’s throat while him and his partner watched me and mine, wondering if I was soon to do the same? Whatever he was up to, that boat was not being used as the floating sex palace he had assuredly bought it for. I sometimes wonder if we did indeed have an audience: lonely singles stroking their cocks and rubbing their clits to the sight of my girlfriends head bobbing up and down my hard cock. We would have been definitely caught, and didn’t feel like the possibility of running into cops tonight, instead opting to laugh and buckle up, darting back to our apartment under what I could have sworn were barely suppressed whispers and giggles from the apartments above us. The details on that are much more unclear, shrouded in memory: we had plenty of sex in that room, and while cumming deep inside your girl’s pussy while she screams for more is never unremarkable, the details don’t jump out to you like they do for the wild and the unpredicted.

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I quit the service 14 months ago to join a very lucrative security firm as an "advisor". This is a fancy way of saying "security contractor", I guess? A job came up to escort a British diplomatic official for about a week on the tropical Pacific island of Mundy. I’m 40 year old, very fit, and I’M an ex-British Royal Marine Major. When God invented tropical paradises he used Mundy as a template.

This is one hell of a strange story. I couldn’t see any threat in the middle of the Pacific so the escort duties should be rather light on, or so I hoped. It happened like this: My name is Jack Ross. The money is great and it involves lots of travel to interesting places, which is also very cool. When all the kinks had left my body, I returned to my room for a short jetlagged nap and to await the telephone call that would announce that the dude I was to escort had arrived. As it turned out the Dude was a "Lady" – and a very attractive lady at that. I grabbed a towel and did an hour of lazy laps up and down the pool. And, as it turned out further, she was a bit of a bossy boots. I arrived at my hotel on Mundy after a long flight from London. I was looking forward to stooging around on the island with some old fossil from the British Consulate and getting a tan on. I flew business class, so I shouldn’t complain, but it is still a long time sitting in one spot, even if it was at the pointy end of the plane. Her mission was, apparently, just a series of boring meetings with government officials from Mundy. She was perfectly safe, she said. I met her in the flesh at the hotel restaurant. Not sure what you will make of it, but if you have any answers you might share them with me. Ruby was either in her late 20s or early 30s. Ruby wasn’t particularly tall, but I thought that she was a tight little bundle. When she arrived at the hotel she called me and announced that we would meet for dinner and she would explain her "mission". And, no, I wasn’t considering bedding her. Her name was Ruby Collins and because she was a little bit annoying I began calling her "Rube", which she did not take to at all, but did not protest too much because she didn’t want to let on that she was annoyed. I intended to enjoy this pacific paradise and not get in the lady’s way. Funny how plans go awry, isn’t it? She informed me over entrees that I needn’t trouble myself too much at the meetings, and that my presence wasn’t really required. God, it was hot, stifling hot. The next day’s meetings were as boring as batshit. She had a pretty face, was small waisted and also had smallish boobs (just my favourite kind, tho I must admit to liking boobs of any shape or size). I did hit it off with one guy. He was the Mundy Tourism Minister, Joni Sereana. Which would be nice because the existing airport needed some serious work just to reach third-class standard. Joni had been seconded as an infantry officer to the New Zealand army in his younger days and we two ex-soldiers yakked it up just like old friends. So, a day in the sun by the pool was very appealing. Ruby rabbited on with the Mundi officials, about something…something… something… something about tied funding for a new international airport. The air conditioner should be junked as it made more noise than cooling. After two long days of meetings in the hot boardroom, I was looking forward to my last day off lazing by the pool and having a beer or three. "I’m most definitely NOT going fishing – deep sea, shallow sea, or any other kind of sea", I said rubbing my eyes. "Jack, get dressed, we are going deep sea fishing", she said, after I opened the door. I love my crazy, lazy job, and wasn’t about to put it at risk by bonking a person who might control my future. She adorned a big hat, flimsy beach jacket covering what was possibly a swim suit. "Ah, I’m about as dressed as I’m going to get", I said, pointing to my bathrobe. "Jack, I don’t have time for this. Ruby knocked on my door at 5:00 am on the morning of our "day off". "Jesus, it’s still night time". We are both going to be on that damn boat otherwise I will put it in my report to the British consulate that you jeopardised a multi-million pound airport contract because you didn’t want to go fishing". The boat leaves in 30 minutes. The day after that we were due to fly out early in morning - back to bleak and freezing Britain. "What", was all I could manage? Do you know what that means? It means that you get your arse on that boat or your gravy escort jobs like this one finish the moment we get back to London. "Your good friend, Joni Sereana, the fucking Minister for Tourism, insists that you join us on his fishing boat for the day. We don’t have time for this. Do we have an understanding, Jack? It might surprise you to learn that even though I spent 20 years in the Marines, I don’t like boats, or the sea for that matter. This boat was a clunker too. She stood in what might be described as beach clothes. I spent the hours chatting with Joni, swapping lies and drinking beer. She even looked attractive vomiting, if such a thing is possible? Ruby had a worse time of it than me because she spent the whole time throwing up over the side. "Oh Yes, Rube, we have an understanding", and I slammed the door in her face. She looked very fetching, but not fetching enough to keep me from stealing another hour’s sleep. " I stood there, half angry, half amused, and, I must admit, a little bit aroused. At last came the bad news. I didn’t fish, the others did. The swells were long and rolling. Three hours into the trip, the boat broke down and we were adrift on the open water. The sea started acting up. Before long the only people not throwing up were the captain, the deckhand, Joni and me. All the landlubbers were tossing their lunch. The captain told Joni and myself that the tropical depression that had been located about 300 km from Mundy and just developed into a full blown tropical cyclone. Every time she leaned over the side I had a good look at her gorgeous bikini covered bottom. We were on the open sea in a busted boat and a cyclone was heading straight for us. The sky took on a dangerous hew too. About midnight, thankfully, the captain made contact with the Mundy Coast Guard and an hour later we were back under tow towards the main Island. The journey still took three hours to get to port. The sea was incredibly choppy and the tow line threatened to part at any time. For that matter, I felt the same, but tried not to show it. Ruby looked extremely frightened. So, our belongings were safely on their way to London due to that mix-up and we were left behind. Worse still, we had originally arranged to have our luggage sent to the airport for an early start the next morning. The radio began give constant updates over the long drifting hours and all too soon it became dark. Perfect…just fucking perfect! We eventually made it back to our hotel room to discover that all flights were cancelled as the Island was about to be hit by the cyclone. No clothes, no nothing at all. We didn’t imagine that we wouldn’t be back before dark. I’ll not talk of the cyclone other than a few scanty details. She appeared at my door dressed in her bikini and bathrobe and looked terrified. The lights flickered out and all was dark. I took her in and got her a drink – a strong one. Even before it hit properly, Ruby’s apartment at the front of the hotel - the one with the fantastic sea views - started to come apart. I hoped that my hotel room would last better than hers, and as it turned out my part of the hotel seemed to be protected by the large hill to one side. We only had what we were standing in. It must have deflected the worst of the wind. We both sat in the empty bathtub facing each other in the darkness. It hit with great ferocity. Anyway, we fell asleep in the tub as the storm abated. Still, we lost several windows to flying debris, and we took to the bathroom for most of the night. Wall-by-wall her wing of the hotel simply vanished. She held onto my foot somehow taking comfort in that and quietly sobbed. Surprisingly, it fared pretty well. The TV would never work again, but even the bed was dry as it was tucked into an alcove at the back of the room. Apart from broken windows and a sodden floor, no great harm was done. We woke up the next day to survey my room. I could see by the lightning flashes that the front of the hotel where Ruby’s room was located pretty much disappeared into the night. We stood in the sodden heat of the room in yesterday’s clothes. On the plus side there were cartons and cartons of tinned sardines for sustenance and we were alive. He advised us to remain where we were. We both smelled a bit rank. The hotel manager was happy to see us alive and well. I said that it was all part of the gig. Ruby thanked me for my assistance during the horrid night. It would seem that I would have to earn my pay as a security escort for Ms Collins after all. Furthermore there were no clothes on Mundy to be had. As he left, Joni called over to one group of men and said that folks were armed around here so they best be off. The bad news was that there were no flights for at least a week; there was no electricity or lights and there was little fresh water. There was only devastation outside and unfortunately, there were hundreds of looters about. And so the long hot day rolled on. The heat was oppressive and tiring. About ten o’clock, Joni Sereana dropped in at our hotel room and on the strength of our soldier past, handed me a well maintained 9 mm Glock to defend ourselves with. We looked around the hotel but soon retreated back to our room as I could see gangs of men roaming around. The Glock did make me feel more secure, but Ruby would have to stay put with me where I could keep an eye on her. He shook hands and departed. We were also extremely tired. "Well, the bed is dry, I suggest the bed"? We stank, we could smell each other as well as ourselves, but it didn’t seem important. Should you beloved this information in addition to you would want to acquire more information relating to real live cam girls generously stop by our web-page. I suggested that we try and catch some sleep and she agreed asking what the best way for this to happen. Mind the broken glass", I said. Ruby stood there looking at me for a full minute before deciding to lie down on the bed next to me. They took his advice and left, but we could hear men calling out to each other in the distance. Although she made a point of keeping her bathrobe on, which must have been hell in this sweltering heat, and she moved away from me as far as she possibly could and yet still remain on the same bed. At that I stripped off my smelly shirt and shorts and lay down on the bed in my boxers. "You expect me to go to bed with you, Jack? "You can sleep on the floor if you like. A couple of small surprises greeted me. I must have had a good three-hour sleep, and I must have slept deeply. I awoke just on dusk in a hangover-like condition. I could just make out a fat pinkish nipple poking out of the cup of the bikini top. We lay down more or less together and tried to sleep and at some point we actually did. The cloying closeness was one of the two things that woke me up. Secondly, she had edged very close to me in her sleep. " "Of course not, Rube" I replied. "Ruby… Ruby… wake up Little One", I whispered. Ruby had shed the hot bathrobe at some point during her nap and she was only wearing the black bikinis that she had on underneath her robe. It was a peaceful scene and one that I enjoyed for a full two minutes as I came to my senses. The main thing that had woken me up, however, was that in her sleep she had reached into my shorts and was holding my very hard ding-dong in her hand. It’s just getting dark". She wasn’t holding it tightly, just as one might hold onto an umbrella. Ruby opened her eyes and blinked into the darkness. She seemed to disbelieve her own hand. "What am I doing, you ask", I said in reply. Ruby removed her hand from my penis as if it had burnt her hand. "I’m terribly sorry, Jack. I gently nudged Ruby who was snoring softly in an ever so cute girly way. Ten seconds later she appeared to become aware that her right hand gripped my hard cock. "Wasser time" she asked, blinking? I don’t know how that could have happened". At that she jumped from the bed. I woke you up, didn’t I? I might ask you the very same question. I guess you did wake me. "What are you doing", she asked me in confusion? Let’s get something to eat. "You mightn’t believe this, Ruby, but I didn’t mind in the least", I said with a grin. "Anyway, you could have told me that I was touching you", she accused. Neither of us changed into anything more substantial than what we were wearing in bed. He also provided two massive buckets of fresh water, soap and toothbrushes and toothpaste. " Ruby asked as she cleaned up the empty sardine tins. I located the manager and he rustled up a dozen tins of sardines. I’m terribly sorry", she said as she stared at the bulge in my underpants in the gloom. "Not sure what you are going to do, but I shall have a whore’s bath and wash my few remaining clothes. We didn’t really have anything anyway. Ruby lifted an armpit, sniffed and winced. I smell a bit, and not to put a fine point on it, so do you, Rube". Once I was as clean as I could get, I washed all of my clothes and boxer shorts in the bucket with the remaining water. I then blew out the candle, stripped naked and washed myself completely out of the big bucket. I stood live naked girl chat, clean and momentary coolish in the slight breeze coming in from the broken windows. She took the bucket over to the corner of the room, and I could hear her removing her grotty and, no doubt, smelly black bikinis. Ruby and I ate the fish stabbing each morsel with a fork in the light of a single candle. As I keep saying, it was stinking hot and even the night had not changed the temperature all that much. "Good idea", she said. "Did you put your boxers back on", she asked me? I walked over to where Ruby had been sitting in the dark and gave her a big bucket of fresh water for herself. "Because they are wet, and for the moment they are clean and drying. I heard her splashing about with the water and the supplied cake of soap. Is it possible that we ditch the whole nervous virgin thing? "So, Jack, you are on the bed naked? I want to put them on clean tomorrow fresh", I answered her question. I then heard her giving her bikini and good going over with the soap until they were apparently clean enough to pass the sniff test. I felt her climb onto her side of the bed. Ruby must have arrived at the same sort of conclusion herself because she stumbled about in the darkness hanging her wet bathers on a chair to dry. "For god’s sake, its night time, and its pitch black. "Goodnight Ruby", I replied. I was naked and was aware that a beautiful girl was lying beside me also naked. I just want to make myself as comfortable as I can under the circumstances. Feel free to get dressed in your wet bikini if you like. That knowledge screws up your thinking. She turned on her side facing me. Sleep was a very long time coming. It was still a bit dark when I woke up. I set up one of the buckets after first filling a couple of bottles for drinking water. I felt quite refreshed. One thing puzzled me – it was obvious that once again my hard cock was wrapped in Ruby’s hand. In the faint morning light I could see her beautiful b-cup breasts, I saw the slight swell of her belly and the fine wispy tangles between her legs. If there had have been the slightest light I would have seen that glorious body in full. The grip was slightly different from before. "Morning Jack", she said. I looked up towards her sleeping face only to discover that her eyes were wide open. My cock gave an involuntary twitch. "How are you feeling", I asked. "Goodnight Jack" she said. "Look Jack", she said removing her hand from my dick so that she could explore my balls. "Well, I’m feeling you at the moment", she said without even a hint of a grin. "You are a very sweet guy", but that’s not why I’m doing this". "And, you have been taking very good care of me, but that’s not why I’m doing this either". "Ok, then", I asked her to continue. "Please don’t take this the wrong way, Ruby", but what the hell"? "Eh… Morning Rube", I replied. "Why are you doing this then"? And you are an amazing hunk of naked man meat, particularly for an old guy", she teased. After the longest time I drifted off. "And you saved me from the cyclone, but that’s not why I doing this either". " "I’m 31", she told me, as I pushed her onto her back. "Because" she said, rubbing my shaft, "I am incredibly, annoyingly, frustratingly aroused. I then opened Ruby’s legs and got in between them. "For God’s sake, Ruby", I asked whilst fondling a tempting tit. I’m 40, you are, what… maybe 30? If you do it correctly, her pussy kind of grips the length of your cock and the head nestles against her clitoris. Do not do it, although every neve in your body will want to do it at this point. For any young guys reading this, here is an old soldier’s trick. Instead, in tiny movements, slide up and down her cleft, her pussy will grip you on the outside. Lie on top of your gal in the missionary position and with your hardness wedged against her wet cleft. Hardly moving a muscle, I glanced over at Ruby. It is natural, so this is why you will resist her, and resist your own instincts. "Jack, please… please fuck me". You will want to sink your hardness into her supple body, and what’s more she will begin to ache for your cock. I licked and sucked and sometimes nibbled. Instead, I lowered myself down to her wetness and devoured her with my mouth. The more you masturbate her with your hard wet cock, the more she will melt. Occasionally I went deep into her hole with my tongue, and sometimes I barely flicked her clitoris with it. Every slippery slide eventually ends at the clitoris and she will soon feel the dull ache in her cunt. That’s what I did to Ruby and that’s why she started to quiver. My cock underneath me was hard, but ignored. Ruby was in a state of absolute pleasure that meant control had passed her by. I lifted her arse and rimmed her back passage with my tongue and she began making noises that were hardy human. Ruby kept muttering, "please", but at that point I don’t think that even she knew what she wanted. I used my fingers to good effect as I used my mouth. Still, like a trooper I tongue-fucked the beautiful Ruby as she convulsed. At length, she came hard as my tongue was inside her. My mouth kept at her salty cunt trying to make her guess what would happen next. Her juices smeared all over my face. And, as her orgasm began to subside, I moved up and spread her legs wide apart and buried my cock deep inside her. Her arse was moving under my mouth as if it was on wheels. By now Ruby had enough control to add to the proceedings in her own way. I rejoiced in the scent of her cunt. She moved with a counter thrust that drove me crazy. The slight sucking sound her cunt made around my cock only increased the senses for me. I looked up at that point and she was squeezing her own left nipple. I had the sight, smell, the feel and now the sound of rough glorious sex with this creature. In fact, her orgasm was so sudden and so violently her right knee smacked painfully into the side of my head. Still resist her and her legs will lock you tight, resist further and she will try and maneuverer her backside to try and guide your cock inside her vulva. At that moment I came too, spurting hot gluggy shots of semen deep inside her body. I grabbed one of her hands and placed it on her clit. As Ruby’s head tucked itself into my neck, she arched her back, her fingers flicking her clitoris like a demented guitarist and she orgasmed in a series of violent thrusts. I made soft grunts with every sweaty thrust of my hips until I had no more to give. She began rubbing herself in time with our thrusts and in short order she began to cum for a second time and I decided to allow myself release too. I pounded her silky pussy with both deep and shallow strokes. She gently tussled my hair and pressed down hard with her legs against my backside forcing me deeper into her vulva and squeezing the last ounces of cum from my cock and into her willing body. I lay still hard and deep inside Ruby as both of us fought for breath in the hot stuffy hotel room. "I think that this will all have to go into my report to the consulate? " she said, as she nibbled my ear.

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