The Boat

She was so excited to get away from her family, her friends. She had not been away, and her first thought was, "Is this OK?"

As her legs led her away from the homestead, her mind and body relaxed. It was a foreign feeling, yet it felt better than anything else she'd experienced. She focused on her calves, watching the tightness of the muscles, and laughed as she saw her hips move.

"Wow," she thought, "My body is almost separate from my self." As she moved closer to the sand, her focus turned more into her body. Parts of her wanted to be covered in the sand, yet she could hear her mother telling her that sand gets everywhere!

Fuck sand, she thought, as she walked on. In the distance, she saw the boats attached to the pier. "Gorgeous," she thought, as she moved in that direction. As she focused on her paces, the back part of her brain thought about the freedom that comes from being a passenger on a vessel.

She pulled back from the sand, dusting it off herself, as she began walking down the pier. The boats were overwhelming in their dominance. The ocean is so big, so wild, yet controllable.

A man came to the front of his sailboat to ask her, "Do you need help to find your ride?" "No", she said. "I don't have a particular place. I just like looking at the boats. There's so many things to see."

"Would you like to explore them with me?" he said. She looked more closely at the man who asked. He had denim shorts and a T-shirt on. He was fit - not perfectly built like she'd seen in magazines, but he had a full head of hair and a welcoming smile.

"OK," she said, as he reached for her hand to help her board. "Do you want to explore my raft?" he said, as she steadied her legs. "Yes! I've never been on a boat!"

He took her soft hand, and leaded her down to the lower deck of his boat. The boat started rocking, because his first mate knew to lead it to sea. She spread her legs to balance herself. "This is a gorgeous place - I want to see the top," she said. He replied, "The deck, you mean, and let's go."

On the deck, she watched the waves roll, the deck undulate, and it started to get to her. She found the front of the boat and laid back. The motions of the boat and the ocean made her move her body in the same rhythm. The man watched her, wondering how to make his move.

"Anything you need?" he said to her, his eyes attached to her curves. "No," she said, "but will you come sit near me?"

He could feel the blood rush to his cock as he positioned himself near her. "Thanks. I love the deck too."

She reached a hand to his upper arm. "It's move-y," she said. "Can I use you for balance?" "Yes. absolutely," he said, as he began to lean over her. "Does this help?"

"Yes," she said, as she maneuvered her body under his to stay stable. Her legs opened to wrap round his; she felt more confident that way. As she relaxed into position, it occurred to her that she was available.

"I've not done this," she said, "Yet it feels exactly right."

He grunted and moved to position himself. He wasn't able to talk; he knew how hard and ready he was, but he had to make her comfortable.

His positions made her raise her hips and rub his covered cock against her shorts. He knew better, yet he reached down to pull off her shorts. He was so hard and ready, but he didn't want to scare her.

To his relief, she guided his hand beyond her zipper and into her skin. "Oh, God," he thought, as she moved her hand onto the middle of his hard cock. She smiled, looking him in his eyes.

She reached down onto herself to finish her undressing, while she watched him twitch. "Oh, God," he thought again, as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. Her smile was enough. He positioned himself to enter her, fill her. Was he the first? He was about to find out.

With each thrust, he opened her, and every movement made her open her legs wider. "Oh, I am her first," he thought, and that made him harder and wanting more to come.

He reached under her hips, pulled her closer to him, as he flipped her over. "I want to come under you," he said, and this little girl smiled and leaned back, in order for her to feel his cock against her cervix.

"Am I her first? She knows too much..." he thought as he came, hard into her.