Sharing Cecelia

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Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, oral, bisexual, threesomes, FFM, voyeurism, Menage)
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CeeCee slipped a toe into the hot top on the ship’s bow slowly, her feet ached from working in the Galley all evening. Bob had told her that the ship was hers to enjoy, and as long as continued to create her amazing culinary feats, she could have anything she wanted. She loved the compliments on her work; she enjoyed working for a man who clearly appreciated it. Glancing around quickly to make sure that no one could see her; she hadn’t brought a bathing suit and planned to soak ‘au natural.’ Dropping the oversized towel on the side of the steaming tub she slowly stepped into the bubbling hot water. It felt so good she moaned with comfort as she sank deeper into the water. Finally, she arranged herself comfortably and laid her head back on the rim of the tub in total and complete relaxation. She had no idea that Bob was sitting in his comfortable chair on the deck above her in the darkness smoking a cigar.

Bob watched with great interest as the sultry blond dropped her towel onto the deck. His body tensed watching her examine her surroundings for spectators. She couldn’t see him up here without the benefit of lighting on the upper deck; he remained beyond her line of sight. His cock rose inside his shorts as her small hands reached up to hold her luscious breasts as she climbed into the bubbling hot water. Without a thought his hand reached down to calm the rising beast in his shorts. He began to rub himself through his shorts as he watched her relax into his ship’s hot tub. Bob couldn’t be sure, but her hand disappeared beneath the foaming water on the deck below. With her head tilted back and her eyes closed tightly, he edged his chair slightly forward, wanting to see her more clearly. Indeed, her left hand was moving gently beneath the water. Instantly his cock ordered him to release the zipper binding it inside his shorts. It bounded upwards as soon as he released it from its prison. Stroking it gently, as if to calm it, he absently continued his monitoring of CeeCee’s naked body below.

CeeCee needed a release of her own; at home she would summon Jimmy into her room to ease her needs. That was their agreement, although it wasn’t spoken aloud and she knew that Richard preferred not to know how Jimmy helped her. Jimmy was gay; there was no doubt about that. He adored Richard, and they obviously were quite sexually active. But he had a weakness for CeeCee. She needed him at times and he saw no difference in loving her and making love to her. In his mind it was one in the same.

At the moment Jimmy was miles away in their flat in downtown Charleston, and she was alone on this massive yacht in the middle of the ocean. Her fingers slid inside her slippery pussy, her thumb massaging her swollen clit. Without expecting it, her mind imagined that Bob’s fingers were probing inside her. Her lips formed a smile; she knew he had to be at least twice her age with a few years added on to that. Still, he was delightfully funny and he made her feel so alive. Despite the age difference she found herself attracted to the older man. He maintained a rugged outdoorsy appearance that made a woman instantly desire to see him naked. Her fingers plunged deeper inside her pussy as she pretended that he was over her fingering her to orgasm.

Above her on the upper deck, Bob’s hard cock answered her private thoughts. He rubbed it tightly, like he hadn’t done in several years. He hadn’t felt a sense of desire since he’d lost his wife Anna over ten years before. Few women compared to Anna, and it seemed that she took his sexuality to the grave with her. On occasion, his tension would mount and he would release himself; always blank and without passion. This time he felt a great deal of passion. He wished he was on the deck below and it was his fingers inside CeeCee giving her pleasure. He watched intently as her mouth opened and the tiniest squeal of pleasure escaped her pink lips. Her shoulders slumped and he saw her take a deep breath, the breath of a woman finally satisfied.

His cock jerked wildly in his hand as the cum, built up for a long time, oozed from the swollen tip. He stared at it with awe for a moment, feeling the relaxation swarm through his veins. Beside his chair on the deck was a towel that he’d carried out to lay his wine bottle on. He picked it up and gently wiped the slippery spent cum from his thigh and cock. His eyes never left the vision on the deck below.