A terrific sense of freedom swept over me as I clung to the sturdy mast of the bright white sloop slicing through the blue waters of the Mediterranean.  At the helm was Jacques, charming and rich, impossibly sexy, whom I had met but four hours ago on the Riviera. One minute I was sunning myself, trying to think up a spicy adventure that would astound the girls in the office, and the girls in the office, and the next this dreamboat was coming on to me. Adventure potential? Oui! Oui!

We set sail, and the dashing ladies’ man in all white and the NYC secretary in her scandalous new red bikini. A million miles away from the numbing nine-to-fiver routine, I felt reborn, glorious and sexy, and in my riding passion that great mast became magnificent cock I hugged to my bosom. I was more than ready for whatever when my captain, having anchored his sloop in a lovely cove, beckoned me to him with a smile that promised pure pleasure.

He spread a blanket on the polished wood deck for me and soon I was squirming an mewing with desire as we kissed hotly and groped each other. Deftly, he removed the top of my bikini, then the bottom, baring my body to his knowing caress and magical hands. Now to the juncture of my heated thighs, where his lovely tongue rummaged in the folds of my pussy. Yes, my clit, There! One orgasm, then another rocked me as my vacation lover strummed on my passion nubbin.

I watched, calming down, as Jacques got naked. Seeing his big cock, a mini-mass of flesh jutting proudly from his loins, I prang to my knees and took him into my mouth. No guy back home ever got such an expert blowjob. I sucked with wanton delight, gobbling him up, moaning around the pulsing fullness of his cock.

And when he urged me back down on the blanket and then entered me, I was in heaven. Wrapping my arms around his muscular back, I held on right as he did me hard and fast. I didn’t want him to ever stop. He did, but only to put me on my hands and knees. We finished that way, doggie-style, grunting and groaning until the ecstasy of orgasm washed over us.

Back home, no one believed my fantastic fuck on the deck of a sloop owned by a dashing Frenchman. Too bad.