With his back to her, the man stood naked, his wet clothes lay in a heap just outside the sliding glass cabin door. Engrossed in applying a Band-Aid to a small cut on his finger, he was completely oblivious to her stare. Charlie had not seen a naked man since the morning Graham died. This one was certainly worth looking at. His well-muscled body gleamed with the dampness from his wet clothing. About perfect, Charlie decided. He had a large military insignia tattooed on his left shoulder and a red and black snake wrapped around his lower left leg. Without consciously realising it, Charlie felt an involuntary physical reaction to the sight, a reaction that had lain dormant within her since that day almost five years ago when her world came to a shattering end. Feminists might have women believe that this physical reaction was a figment of the male imagination, beloved of male fiction writers, but Charlie could feel the smouldering heat and the tingling sensation running from between her legs, across her belly, finally coursing up to her breasts causing her nipples to harden slightly. The aching desire to be fondled and stroked was as real as any hunger she had ever experienced. The image of herself and her husband coupling furiously on Sunday mornings flashed through her mind. For a moment, the man in front of her blurred into that same vision.

Charlie was unsure of what to do or say. After a few more seconds of studying his back and buttocks, she realised he was also observing her. A small oval mirror, screwed to the bulkhead in front of him with a small oil lamp in front of it showed a somewhat distorted and very small body neatly framed in the glass.

‘Er, Young Man, I’m sorry, but do you have any soap?’

Charlie stammered as she pulled the door closer to her. He turned side on to her and took a few steps to a small locker. He bent down and from an open drawer, produced the requested item. He turned to face her, then took just two steps and stopped. The distance between them would require him to take four steps. Lightning flashed outside the rocking boat.

‘Certainly. Here, help yourself.’

 Thunder crashed a second later, vibrating the boat. The young man grinned as he stood three feet from the door with a packet of good quality soap in his outstretched hand. Charlie eyed him through the narrow gap and pondered her next move. There he stood, facing her, as bold as brass. Her eyes flickered quickly over the front view, taking in the slight covering of pale brown hair on his broad chest, his well-developed legs. Even with the briefest glance, she glimpsed the most beautiful penis she had ever seen. It hung lazily down and slightly to his left. The broad circumcised head and smooth shaft glistened slightly in the dim light. The thick head appeared to have a slightly rough surface. Charlie realised with some embarrassment that she was now staring directly at his penis. She blushed.

She needed the soap but he was coming no closer. She had given him a thorough study and guessed that he too, quite rightly, thought he deserved to give her the same study. Oh well, in for a penny, she decided. Charlie opened the door fully and stepped out. She took a pace toward him. She grasped the bar of soap in her right hand. His grip did not relax as he studied her. Charlie prayed that he liked what he saw. A broad grin lit up his face. He slowly surveyed, unashamedly, her entire body from top to toe. Deliberately staring into her eyes, he lowered his gaze, step by deliberate step, lingering over her breasts, then on down over her belly, pausing a moment on her pubic hair, completing his inspection down her long legs. She knew she was a few years his senior but her boating life, regular martial arts work outs and lots of jogging, yoga and swimming, together with her healthy diet kept her looking trim and supple. Her body carried no fat. Her pale blonde, almost white hair was thick and long, hanging down below her strong shoulders, almost to her nipples in fact. Her long, slender limbs were in fine proportion to her considerable height. A few tiny wrinkles marked her eyes. You needed to be very close up to see them though. Her breasts still sat reasonably high and were firm enough although she sometimes thought they tended to be on the heavy side. Her neatly trimmed, pale blonde pubic hair paled into invisibility. His lingering glance from head to toe, coupled with his boyish grin told her that he seemed to appreciate the view. This appraisal took about five unending seconds.

‘Would you care for a back scrub…or something?’

His grin broadened, splitting his face from ear to ear. The boat rocked again in the howling wind. Thunder crashed incessantly.

Charlie took a moment to ponder as they continued to regard each other’s naked bodies. Their respective grips on the connecting bar of soap remained firm. What happened next was entirely dependent on her and the reply she made to such an obvious invitation. She had lived reasonably contentedly without sex for close to five years, not because she had no opportunity, but the motivation was lacking. All she knew now was that this man would be perfect for a resumption of something she long considered one of the most important parts of her life with Graham. His penis began showing signs that it reacted in much the same way as she had a few moments earlier. It rolled forward and thickened, lengthening slightly. The head lowered slowly and pulsed forward in small jerky movements. She knew that in another twenty seconds it would be staring her straight in the face. The rocking of the boat caused it to roll left and right, like a hooded cobra, mesmerising. She could not drag her eyes away from the sight.

Much to her surprise she found herself saying,

‘Could it be the something followed by a back scrub?’

Charlie glanced down to the now heavily engorged penis. It could now be defined as erect, well, semi-erect.

‘Am I really saying this? I was raised in a convent, for Christ’s sake. This is not my normal style but, Oh Jesus, just look at that body. That cock looks good enough to eat. And I shall before I leave him. Good Lord, I can’t believe I just thought that. It’s too late to go back now. Well, theoretically, it’s never too late, but who cares. Provided I make him take suitable precautions, why the hell not enjoy it for now?’

Charlie stepped backwards into the dimly lit cabin. Their mutual grip on the soap still maintained the link that held them together. Charlie took one further step backwards until she could feel the bed against the back of her knees. She lowered herself on to the bed, lying back on her elbows. She raised her right foot onto the corner of the bed. Her knees fell invitingly apart as she smiled up at him. The soap lay forgotten by the pillow.

‘You mind if I say, Hello?’

The young man knelt on the cabin floor. He dipped his head towards her. Charlie instinctively closed her legs at the sudden and unfamiliar intrusion on her private space, especially that private space, a space no one had visited for many years. The young man took hold of her knees. He firmly and gently eased her legs apart again. He smiled up at Charlie as she watched. He dipped his head further. Charlie resisted the temptation to close her legs. She made a conscious effort to deliberately widen them, allowing him easier access.

Charlie felt his warm breath on her inner thighs. He paused, the slight stubble on his cheeks and chin tickled the inside of her silken thighs. Charlie moved her knees a little further apart, ensuring there was no further impediment to his progress. Charlie dropped her elbows, allowing her head to fall back on the bed. Questions filled her brain, flashed across her conscience. They fought tooth and nail with her strict moral upbringing. She was about to change her mind and say no when the very tip of his tongue touched the very tip of her clitoris. The shock to her system blew all rational thought right out of the boat. All Charlie could concentrate on was the intense, electric shock waves coursing through her body. She yelped, like a puppy. Her hands gripped the top of his head lightly but firmly. The pressure she applied to his head was involuntary, instinctive. Coupled with the slight lift of her hips, she had the contact she wanted.

His broad, flat tongue rested firmly on her clitoris. Her sex was now open, spread flat against his head, wide, as wide as she could go. Her thighs lay almost flat along the bed either side of her, bent at the knees. Now he had complete control. Charlie’s hands were on his head to ensure he maintained the correct pressure. His tongue got to work, lapping gently from bottom to top. The length of the stroke increased until he was licking from the lowest point of her labia to the top, to her clitoris. His tongue rotated over her clitoris before starting on down the swollen channel of her lips. Charlie felt the juice running out of her, felt the wetness in the crack of her arse. She prayed that she did not leave a stain on the nice pale blue sheets.

He lapped, licked, sucked, nibbled, tugged, felt with his fingers, probed, slid, kissed and flicked until Charlie felt her orgasm building. His rhythm and pace increased. He had two fingers inside her now, probing gently and smoothly. The rise and fall of her hips under his hot breath set the rhythm. Charlie had pleasured herself often enough since she got back on her feet but she already knew this orgasm would be nothing like those puny efforts. This one was building, deep within her, smouldering, growing, expanding, and mushrooming until it exploded with such violent force and intensity that Charlie catapulted up off the bed. As her orgasm peaks, she thrashed and bucked under him, sucking her breath into her heaving chest. She came with a loud, long, piercing cry. Thunder crashed almost continuously as she screamed to the heavens. Her body shuddered as the waves of pleasure rippled through her body. She rocked and shook, twitched, shook some more and vibrated as the orgasm ripped through her whole being. She cried and stuttered in a voice not her own. At last, she lay still, only a few internal twitches remain of what had been the most fantastic orgasm of her life. Well, her recent life, she reflected.

The young man’s head came up with a big grin on his now very wet face. He remained kneeling between her legs, gently stroking the inside of her thighs, across her belly and down again, along her thighs. He avoided her exposed labia, knowing how very sensitive they must be. He felt fairly sure the woman would be uncomfortable with further stimulation. Slowly, he stood between her open legs. His engorged and rigid penis strained towards her. Charlie took a few moments to recover her senses, her equilibrium. She looked up, leaned on her elbows and smiled as she took in the sight facing her; a very hungry looking, very engorged cock. She looked up into his eyes, smiled even wider and said,

‘I trust you have a condom, Young Man?’

‘Lady, I have plenty.’ His grin, if anything, was even wider than before.

The young man reached into a bedside locker and withdrew a small package. Carefully opening it, he extracted the small foil wrapper. Tearing it open, he removed the coral coloured latex condom. Lightening brightened the scene. Loud and prolonged thunder smashed close by.

‘Trojan, America’s finest!’ he said with a flourish.

With one hand holding his cock at the base, he carefully unrolled the rubber down the full length of his erection. He stood before her now, his bright pink cock bobbing in anticipation, ready for work, as ready as she had ever seen a cock before. It seemed almost eager to please as it swayed before her gaze.

Charlie knew she was more than ready for him. The lubricating juice inside her pussy began stirring the moment she saw his naked back. The orgasm produced a further rush of lubrication, almost too much she felt. The tantalising sight of him donning the protector only increased her readiness to accept him inside her. She raised her legs and let them fall fully open to his gaze once more. She could smell herself, a faint, pleasant, clean combination of slightly musky and slightly salty from the sea. Men have lost minds and lives for countless generations over such a smell. He moved closer, between her upraised legs. He could smell her now and reacted in the time-honoured manner. His erection strained further against the restraining latex enclosing it. His eyes locked onto the sight of her wet, swollen labia, the glistening pink flesh unfolded before him. Charlie’s fingertips caressed her light brown nipples as she supported herself on her elbows.

He moved further forward, standing on the deck and leaned across her, lowering the swollen head to her offered opening. With precise adjustment, he placed the tip gently within the petals of the offered, flowering orchid. He gripped his penis and moved the head gently around within the proffered lips. Moisture spread around the head of his rigid penis, glistening between them. He began probing forward; he could feel the resistance of her clasping muscles. Once he felt sure the aim was correct, he lunged into her welcoming pussy. He gave Charlie one great, long, surging, painful, beautiful, gorgeous, greedy push that took the breath completely out of her and filled her eager pussy with his splendidly proportioned and very hard cock. Charlie had never taken such a penis as this before, neither in length nor in breadth, nor so quickly! Her ankles slid up over his buttocks as he rested quietly within her.

‘Don’t move Lady or it’s all over for me. Jeez, you are so hot and tight. And will you stop squeezing like that?’

Charlie made a conscious effort to prevent her vaginal muscles from clenching tightly around the rod of flesh inside her. She found it hard to relax and keep still. Still, maybe he was right, let him decide how fast to continue, she was in no hurry, that was for sure. She had just enjoyed what seemed to be the most intense orgasm in her memory. Although it had been a long time since she let a man inside her, really fucking her, she felt sure that another few moments waiting would be worth it!  For around thirty seconds he laid buried deep within her, not moving a muscle. Then he began. He pleased her, thrilled her with long, slow, languorous slides, in and out. On the out-strokes, he pulled out far enough that he almost drew the rimmed head clear of her hot pussy. The in-strokes he buried his ramrod cock as deep as he could push. Charlie felt the swollen head limited within her by the neck of her womb. The intense pleasure far outweighed the slight discomfort it caused as it touched her so deeply. Charlie laid her arms gently on his shoulders; her fingers toyed with his wavy hair. His eyes locked on hers as he gazed down at her face from above. He kept the pace and rhythm steady, long, smooth, steady, long, smooth, steady, long, smooth and steady. He continued for three or more minutes, savouring the intense pleasure.

Without warning, Charlie felt the twinge deep inside her that told her another orgasm was imminent. It took her by surprise with its rapid arrival. Considering that she had went ne without a man for so long, it was not really so surprising, she decided. She could feel the trigger within her being cocked, ready for the final explosive outburst. This cocking of the trigger was almost as pleasurable as a small orgasm itself. It signalled the release of a chain of events, which, if left to themselves would result in an explosive orgasm. The anticipation of this inevitable event was a source of wonder to Charlie. The bullet fired as if in slow motion, released from its casing, travelling down a long barrel to erupt within her with violent energy. From the cocking of the trigger to the arrival of the explosive bullet was a matter of moments as his cock plunged deep inside her. The friction around the mouth of her vagina was such that the soft pink flesh rolled and unrolled in a continuous motion, drawing her erect clitoris down onto the upper surface of his glistening member.

On and on, relentlessly, slowly, smoothly, long, slow, deep, long, slow, deep. ‘If he just continues that for another few moments, I am going to come like a fucking express train.’ Charlie heard words coming from deep within her, quietly at first, then louder as the pleasure increased.  Charlie’s mind raced, thoughts and words and sounds and feelings flashed through her acutely aware brain.

‘Oh God don’t stop, that’s it, a little longer, more, more, just keep going, just as you are, don’t change a fucking thing. Oh, Christ that’s it, more, push, push, fuck me. Why the fuck do I think in this fucking language when I’m being fucking fucked like this, oh Christ, oh fuck and why does He fucking get involved? Jesus, look at that cock disappear inside me, look how it shines wet with all my pussy juice. Fucking hell that was just so fucking good, my cun, er, pussy is on fire. Just push in, out, in, out. Oh now, now the fucking bullet’s on its fucking way. Jeesuss, Oh, Oh God, that’s it, that’s it, coming, coming, Ah God, coming, coming, coming, ogodogodogod.’

Charlie wailed, a long siren like noise, like nothing the Young Man had ever heard before, and he had heard a few women coming before now. The thunder drowns out her howling shriek for a few seconds.

The explosion filled her whole body. Dark red light flooded her consciousness, flashes of white light shot across her eyes. Her body shuddered and shook; her muscles were uncontrolled for a few seconds as she tried to drag his whole body inside her aching pussy. For a full minute, she was gone, unconscious to her surroundings. Her first, non-self-induced, real cock produced orgasm in years had wiped her out completely. So unexpected in its ferocity and its rapid arrival, she was in shock! She came around slowly, aware that he remained buried deep within her, still holding his position above her. His weight rested on his strong forearms, his knees against the edge of the bed, his feet firmly planted on the floor. Charlie looked into his eyes; the grin was as wide as ever.

‘Jesus, Lady that was some fucking orgasm!’

Charlie had to agree with his assessment. She just had the most intense, earth shattering, spine-tingling orgasm of her life. Gripping his hips and pulling him with her, Charlie hoisted herself up the bed a little until his feet were off the floor.

‘Did you finish yet? I missed it if you did, sorry.’ Charlie’s voice sounded a little hoarse.

‘Er, no, I didn’t. Would you mind if I have one now?’ He sounded almost polite, thought Charlie. She laughed and said,

‘Oh, get on with it, please, fuck me again and make sure you come this time.’

The young man grinned once again and resumed his efforts, this time with a different rhythm, slightly shorter strokes, slightly faster paced. Charlie could feel the pressure building within him. A faint sheen of sweat covered his furrowed brow. He concentrated his efforts on his own orgasm. She moved her shoulders to one side, reached down beneath her left thigh and stroked his heavy sack. Picking up her own fluid, she reached further until her fingers played around his anus. Her long middle finger sought out the puckered opening. A slight push and the tip slipped inside, she held it there, neither pushing nor pulling, letting his movements provide enough stimulation for himself. His face grew redder and his brow more furrowed as his orgasm approached. He looked down between them as the red flesh parted and the bone hard rod rushed from view within her swollen lips. Charlie began to squeeze. Her pussy had a grip like no pussy he ever felt before.

He moved faster now, short sharp shallow strokes. A rumble grew from within his chest. The low roaring noise became a growl. The strokes became longer, slower, deeper. Now he held the tip of his bursting cock for a second close to the mouth of her squeezing pussy. She grasped hungrily lest it slip completely out, then he stabbed her with the final instantaneous plunge deep inside her. A long loud roar welled from his open mouth, a gasp for breath, a shudder that wracked his whole body. His straining penis bulged against the inner walls of her vagina, swelling and throbbing, pulsing the jets of semen into the restraining sheath pushed hard up against her womb. Charlie found the combined stimulation of his penis inside her, his shouted acknowledgement that this was a really special orgasm and her own gentle squeezing pushed her once again over the precipice. Another, small but pleasurable orgasm shot through her body. This time though, it was less intense. A selfish pleasure. A sneaky little one, taken while he was not looking, so to speak. The thunder crashed yet again, disturbing the peace they now felt between them.

The young man lowered his full weight onto her yielding body; his head lay next to hers. He smiled into her eyes and closed his own in a gesture of release, trust, almost of love. Charlie eased his heavy body slightly to one side as he relaxed into her curves and hollows. His penis jerked a few times, a low groan came from his throat as his penis slipped clear of her still twitching pussy. Charlie reached under her thigh, gripped his now deflating penis and pulled the condom clear. She tied a swift knot at the open end and dropped it on the bedside table, recalling the Houdini joke her husband used to tell. She noted the quantity of creamy liquid in the condom and was mightily impressed. That would contain the whole population of Canada, the USA and Mexico she thought. Moments later, the young man did what men always did in such a situation for a thousand, thousand years; he cupped her right breast in his strong left hand and slept.

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