“Do we have the stuff to make s’mores?” I asked.

"I think so," he responded and kissed my forehead.

"I want at least two, so bring out double of everything," I requested.

"You got it," he said with a grin. I heard a light chuckle as he walked away.

The fire was perfect–not too big, and the warmth and light were not overwhelming–just right for looking at the stars. I felt a light shiver roll over me, but it was always worth it to listen to him talking about the stars.

He returned with a bounty of supplies to make as many s'mores as we wanted, two wine glasses, and the perfect dry red to go with our sweet treat.

"Oh, wow, you are so amazing," I said in awe, looking at the tray.

He gave me a big smile as he poured two glasses, and handed one to me. "To my love." We clinked and took a sip.

"Is this the same wine we had on our first date?" I asked.

"Hm," he responded as he swallowed his sip. "I'm not sure," he answered curiously. "That's not what I was paying attention to on our first date."

He turned to look at me, smiling as I unwrapped some chocolate and graham crackers. I could feel his energy though I could hardly see his face. "I remember the weekend you relocated to the satellite office. I missed you so much, I don't know how long I cried. We had the best phone sex, though," I reminisced.

He let out a deep sigh, "The best one was when I had a two hour drive to that meeting and I called you on the way. You were already using your vibrator, and I stayed on the phone to listen to you lose control. It was so hot, I walked into the meeting with a hard-on. It's the first time I got hard without participating." He closed his eyes, leaned back to lie on the blanket, rested his head in one hand, and adjusted his pants with the other. "I can't even think about it without getting hard."

"I've never talked to anyone like that on the phone," he continued. "I knew there was something different about you when we were on the phone for 3- and 4-hour conversations with no boredom." He sat up and grabbed a nearby stick, slowly slid on a marshmallow, handed it to me, and then did the same for himself. He leaned forward and started roasting it. "I've never been able to do that with anyone else, ever," he confessed.

"You and your rock-hard cock. Remember when I got drunk and told you I'm scared of it?" I asked with a smile. "I will never forget what you said next, 'Don't worry baby girl, I'll just put the tip in from behind, and you can back up on it.' I mean, does it get any sexier than that?"

The light of the fire illuminated his sexy smile, and I could tell he was deep in thought about our phone sex days. I leaned forward to roast my own marshmallow. "What is in the sky tonight?" I asked, looking up.

He looked up with fake curiosity and reported the lion of Leo the Lion was making an appearance.

I chuckled. "It is not! You're just saying that because I'm a Leo!"

"No, really, it's right there," he said, pointing up. "Look."

I looked up to where he was pointing and began searching the sky. "Oh, who am I kidding, I never know where to-"

"Oh no, your marshmallow caught fire!" he said, laughing. I started swinging it through the air to put the fire out, and my shirt fell off my right shoulder.

"Here, take mine," he said as he built a s'more with his now-perfect marshmallow and handed it to me. "I'll take care of this disaster," he said, taking the stick with the burned marshmallow.

"Mmmm, thank you baby," I said. I took a bite and noticed he was staring at me. "What?" I responded to his gaze.

"You are so fucking sexy. I love it when you wear my shirts. I love it more when they fall off of you."

Something about his voice rolled through my spirit and shook my soul. It's the kind of thing that stops you when you find it because you realize a piece of you that you weren't aware was missing becomes visible. It wasn't until he kissed my bare shoulder that he knew his shirt was my only layer. I felt the warmth of his lips and the tickle of his beard as he gently unbuttoned the other three buttons.

"The pink one. You drive me wild, baby girl!" He tossed the stick with the burned marshmallow over his shoulder and laid me down on the blanket, kissing my breasts and playing with my nipples through my lacey pink bra. Laying on top of me teasing my nipples, he nuzzled his head in the valley between my breasts, enjoying the moment.

He looked up at me, and we looked deep into each other's eyes. We did not have to say anything to understand. We held our gaze for what seemed like forever, but it was not long enough. I felt him twisting and letting go as they rebounded back.

"The best part of the phone sex is that it all happened before we had sex! It should be illegal to turn someone on that much without touching them. And you always have the best responses, do you remember what you said to me?" I prompted.

He smiled and said, "I said exactly what I was thinking, 'Just wait until I am in you,' and I was right. I've had the best sex of my life with you." He lifted himself on his elbows and stared at the bra just inches from his face. "I remember the first time I saw this one. You sent me a picture of you wearing it. I must have stared at it for hours. It was when I was in New Hampshire."

My nipples suddenly got harder and I hit a new level. "Mmm," I let out a low groan as a shiver ran through my body. He pulled down one side and gently graced my rock-hard nipple with his lips and tongue. "The black one too. And the purple. The lacy purple, oh, and the one that has those strips of sheer material," biting lightly, "one of the strips is perfectly lined up with your nipples. You buy the best underwear."

I loved listening to him describe my lingerie. "That was the longest year of my life," I said sadly.

He kissed down to my belly button and back up to my other nipple. I felt his weight on me and his hard cock pressed into the inside of my thigh through his pants. He twisted and pulled them more aggressively. Both breasts instantly became covered in goosebumps, and my nipples stood straight up. "That's what I'm talking about." He gave them another shake as I let out a loud laugh and flipped him over to straddle him.

"That's what I'm talking about!" I responded as I playfully pinned his arms down to the blanket. I relished his grin and sat up as I let him watch me drop the shirt off of my shoulders. I unhooked my bra and placed it over his eyes. He took it off his eyes and took a long, deep inhale of it. "You started a new bottle of lotion today," he commented.

"I sure did, it's called 'Cosmic Fire,'" I responded, unbuttoning his pants.

"Wow, you have such an amazing dick," I said as I took it out. I gently wrapped my fingers around it to take in its glory, and ran them all the way down the shaft. I licked it from the bottom to the top and wrapped my mouth around the head to gently suck on it. He let out an almost tortured groan and tightened up a little. In and out of my mouth, I moved rhythmically, and he began shifting his hips with my movements. He grabbed my hair and gently pulled it back so he could see me move him in and out of my mouth. "Uuuuuugh. Wow, that feels.... so...," he barely managed to say.

I took him out of my mouth and continued sliding my hand up and down his wet dick. "And I love the feel of you in my mouth." I stood up, took my pants and underwear off, walked over to where his head was on the blanket, and lowered myself over his face in a straddle. I felt the heat of his tongue on my clit and closed my eyes. I leaned forward and to suck his dick again and he slipped his finger in me to massage my G-spot.

No more than a minute went by and I knew I was close. I sat up with a squeal and shifted forward to slide him into me.

I could feel the warmth of the fire on my face as I moved him in and out of me slowly and carefully, making sure to keep massaging my G-spot. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down on him with a thud, faster and faster, over and over. I let out another deep groan, "Oohhhhhh, yes!"

"You're so curvy. You are such a turn-on... I'm gonna... cum," he said, panting.

"Not yet you're not!" I demanded. "I'm gonna... ugh, right ....theeerrree!" I said taking control back. I let out a massive and powerful stream in all directions and a groan to match.

"Fuuuuuuck!" He said as he released himself into me.

I collapsed backward onto him as we both tried to catch our breath. He hugged me from behind, and I reached my arms up to hold his head in my hands behind me. He turned to kiss me on the cheek, and I carefully slid him out of me to join him on the blanket.

"Yup, that's how much you still turn me on. I still cum like I'm in my 20s," he said, euphorically.

 

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pier passion

 

"What time is check-in at the main port tomorrow?" I asked him while he twisted one of my curls around his finger.

"Around 10," he responded.

"Oh," I said with a devilish grin. "That gives me plenty of time."

Caleb traced the curve of my breast with his finger over my bikini, circling my hard nipple as he passed it. It was a hot Spring day, and we took full advantage of it, laying in the sand and having sex all day. The sun was dropping slowly, and I wanted to go one more time before he left to work on the Titanic in the morning. "Mm, I'll always be on board for that," he said, sitting up.

"Usual spot?" I ask as I sit up in the sand next to him.

"Definitely. Race you!" Caleb jumps up and starts running up the path to the pier. I scramble off the sand and start chasing after him.

"So it's going to be one of those nights, huh?" I shout ahead as I take the clip from my hair and let it fall wild in the wind. He turns back with an admiring look and offers a flirtatious smile. It's always been like this between us. We've always had endless chemistry. Our eyes locked the moment we saw each other. The spark was a feeling I'd never before experienced.

I followed his lead and continued to the pier. I start unhooking my bikini top when I hear him jump in the water. I stop unhooking it because I decide I want to let him pursue my hard nipples on his own. He often fights for their attention; I love how much he loves my body. I like the chase, and he does it both because he enjoys it and knows I do. He loves how much it turns me on.

His shorts on the pier mark his spot in the water. The pier is chest-height to him, and he is leaning on his elbow, watching me walk down to meet him. His skin glistens in the evening sun and even in this low light, the sand contrasts with his dark hair, which looks almost black when it's wet.

 

I feel the urge to dance for him tonight because I love it when he stares at me. Standing before him, I look down at him while slowly untying my sheer skirt. Then I turn around and pull it tight to let it trace and flirt with my curves. I bend my knees to crouch down to my feet and spread my legs wide open. I look over my shoulder at him.

"Ohhhhh, it's going to be one of those nights?" he inquires. I return a sexy and naughty smile.

I lean forward and put my hands on the ground and shake my butt in his face so he can watch the jiggle in the light of the sunset. I pull the fabric around my front to cover my bikini bottom, then swing around to face him. He can't quite lick my pussy, I'm just far enough away to tease him. I gently run the fabric around the back of his neck and softly pull it over my thigh to set it down on the pier. He teases my pussy by running his finger over the fabric, gracing my clit.

"It's already hard. It's ready for me," Caleb commented.

"It's always ready for you."

He gently shifts the bikini bottom over and licks between my lips to my clit. I stand up slowly, moving my body like a slinky to let him look at every part of every curve. I turn around, slowly taking off my bikini bottoms, and bend over to slide them off my feet. I squat down to sit on my heels again, offering a close-up view of my ass with a chance to grab it and swing around again to face him.

With arms outstretched, he is ready and waits to take me in his arms and lower me into the water. I sit on the pier and put my feet in the crease where his legs meet his hips. I lower down to meet his body, and he slides right into me as I go to his lips for a kiss. I let my head fall back in pure delight, and he bites and sucks on my nipples through my top. I love how much I turn him on.

He grabs and removes the left side of my bra with his teeth, and my breast falls right into his mouth. I run my other hand through his hair as he enjoys my nipple, just as the last sunlight highlights the water and sand on the back of his neck. He moves rhythmically while he plays with my clit, and glances up momentarily. I feel lucky to have this combination of love, passion, and romance. "You are so sexy," he whispers to me.

"Not as sexy as you are," I whisper back to him.

He knows my body so well and knows just how to make me cum. Our sexual connection has always been seamless. This is how I've always envisioned my relationship with my intimate partner. "It just feels so good!" I moan after I cum.

He reaches back to unhook my bra and lifts it over my breasts. He eagerly takes a breast in each hand and bites my right nipple while pinching the other. I can feel the stubble from his beard as he buries his face into my pillow-ey soft chest, and I moan with pleasure. He releases my nipple from his mouth and watches them bounce with my movements. He slowly and carefully frees me from the bikini top for a better look. He pulls me close to cum with an arm wrapped around my waist.

"It always feels like the first time with you."

I wrap my legs around him, and he holds me as he walks up to the beach out of the water to set me down on the sand. We start kissing softly as he sweeps my hair out of my face and lays on me.

"This is my favorite spot," he says, rubbing the tip of his nose on mine. I smile back at him in awe.

We start gathering our clothes, and I search for my top. I look out into the water to see it floating way out. I laugh as I grab my skirt and put my bikini bottoms back on. "My bikini bra floated away. Oh well! It's freezing out here. Let's get back to the car."

We suddenly notice two flashlights traveling down the path toward us. I panic and wrap my skirt around my top.

"...that was before the Mrs. and I adopted Sneakers," we hear a voice say.

We see two people carrying fishing poles and tackle boxes. "Hey guys, fishing for anything specific tonight?" asks Caleb.

They stopped walking and talking, looked at us, stunned, and quickly noticed I did not have a top under my sheer covering. "Evening. Is this your hair clip?" asked one of the fishermen, pointing at me, and staring at Caleb.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry about that. We're just having a little fun," I respond, shivering. Caleb walks toward them and reaches out his hand.

"Not a problem. I don't want it to get lost. Here you go," he said, handing it to Caleb.

"Thanks, man!" replied Caleb as he put the clip in his pocket and lowered his arm around me to warm me up. We turned to walk up the path to the car when we heard the other fisherman yell to hold on. "Are these your flip-flops?" he asks.

"Yes, wow, I forgot I had those on," I respond, embarrassed.

He bounds toward me and stops in front of me with a hop. "No problem, ma'am." He hands it to me and wishes us a lovely evening with a smile.

Halfway up the path, the second fisherman exclaims, "What do you mean? That's hot! My girlfriend would never be down for doing that!"

Caleb turns his head over his shoulder and shouts, "You don't know half of it!" He kisses me on my cheek and squeezes my shoulders as he turns his head forward again.

Caleb pulls up to my house, and we kiss passionately before saying goodbye. "I'll be watching for you from the pier."

The next morning, I get up and go to the pier, hoping to catch one last glimpse of him. The Titanic will not return for close to a month.

Knowing he was on it, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see the ship leave the port, but I couldn't miss an opportunity to see him off even if it was from the old pier. After the ship fell over the horizon, I got in the car and started it as tears rolled down my face. I turned onto the back road and saw a vehicle parked along the side with someone leaning against it. As I got closer, I saw Caleb take a step forward with his arms crossed in front of him and a smile on his face.

I stopped as I was putting the window down. He leaned forward to rest his folded arms on the door and said, "Let's get out of here and have some fun," he said as he wiped away my tears.