Hot summer day, city park ...
Olya and I decided to go boating. By the time we, having defended a decent queue, received our ticket, the sky was already pretty overcast. This, however, did not diminish our desire. On the quay, however, there were no boats - only catamarans. Reluctantly we agreed to an offer to take a catamaran instead of a boat. A breeze blew, the sky frowned even more. All boats and catamarans began to turn around and sail to the pier. We are the only rowing in the center of the lake, making fun of the timid people. Thunder struck so unexpectedly that we both jumped. And after that it poured in buckets. Even the old-timers of our town do not remember such a downpour - trees were turned upside down by the wind, and the central streets were flooded in such a way that it was impossible to drive through. At that time, Olya and I were in the center of the urban lake, 300 meters from the nearest shore. The rain poured in such a way that it was impossible not only to determine the direction, but even to consider the dial of the watch.
Lightning struck almost every 10 seconds, and immediately followed by the strongest clap of thunder. Hoping that we didn’t turn us around, I rowed in a previously chosen direction to the bridge, under which we hoped to find at least a temporary shelter. I mentally thanked God that fate had given us a catamaran, and not a boat, which would have been flooded in minutes. Oli's chintz print dress was soaked through, seductively outlining elastic bumps. When we, at last from our last strength, reached the bridge, the wind was such that we had to hold on to the steel beams with one hand so that the catamaran would not be demolished. Around raging elements. It was so scary that the heart seemed to jump out of the chest. When the wind subsided a little, my eyes again fell on the breasts clearly outlined under the dress ... When the wind subsided a little, my eyes again fell on the breasts clearly outlined under the dress. Olya caught my eye and blushed - but in her eyes I read the same strong desire.
She sat on my lap and we started kissing - to the sound of rain and the thunder of thunder. With one hand, I had to hold the catamaran, because the gusts of wind and strove to wrest it from our refuge. Such a wild, unrestrained and uncontrollable desire, comparable only to animal lust, we had not experienced before. Our movements were sharp and chaotic. With the “eleven” attempt, I managed to unzip the back of the dress on the dress with one hand, and then with my teeth I pulled the strap down. My wet cheek touched her skin on her neck, slightly trembling with excitement. I pulled off the dress so much that it naked her nipple - wet and hard, in droplets of moisture. I gently licked this moisture, feeling the language of this indescribable words of tenderness, trying to warm it with my lips. Olya groaned from pleasure and already bared the second breast herself. The world around suddenly ceased to exist - thunder and lightning disappeared, and it did not even feel that we were soaked through.
I covered her breasts with passionate kisses, and she unbuttoned my shirt, pressed her nipples to my wet breasts. “Enter me right now,” she whispered in my ear, and I realized that we were no longer able to restrain ourselves. My hand slipped under her dress and pulled her panties aside. My finger felt the hot and wet bump and began to gently massage it. Ole gave it unprecedented pleasure - she lifted a little and bent back, giving my hand more freedom of action and at the same time substituting one or another nipple for my kisses. Continuing to massage her tubercle with my thumb, I gently inserted my index and middle into her womb and began to move them rhythmically. Olga screamed and clung to my hair. After a moment, I felt that her hands unbuttoned my pants and let me loose my dick, who was already unbearably sick of such crazy games.Olya suddenly took off from me with an effort and sat down, trying to keep her balance on the wet hull of the catamaran.
Her lips gently hugged the head of my penis, and I noticed how her hand slipped into her panties. Continuing to excite herself, Olya licked him, with effort sucking inward, or gently licking the entire length. I felt the familiar sensation of a hot, sweet wave in the lower abdomen and at the last moment I pulled away. We both balanced on the verge of orgasm. A minute later, Olya got up and sat down again on my knees, but this time moving the panties to the side and letting my dick slowly enter her, exhausted from desire, womb. My constantly tense left hand, with which I held the catamaran, ached from pain, but I did not seem to notice. We started the magic dance of love. I sat up a little on the seat, giving Olya the opportunity to go down to the very end and feel it all the way down - I knew that she liked it very much. Each up and down movement was accompanied by a kiss from one of the other nipples. We finished so violently and at the same time that we forgot about everything, and I let go of the catamaran.
A gust of wind immediately carried us, exhausted and startled by the experience we experienced, into open water. I faintly remember how we reached the shore. Wandering barefoot in the city, and watching the streets flooded with trees and fallen trees, we laughed like children over our folly, but this laugh was happy ...