Sex on a Yacht

Alysa leans back against the railing. Sunlight catches her breasts, full and natural, while Carmen kneels between her open thighs. She drags two fingers along slick folds, parts them, pushes inside. Alysa’s head tips, a short moan leaving her lips. Carmen’s tongue follows her fingers, slow then firmer, and Alysa’s hips answer every stroke. They trade places without hurry. Carmen’s darker hair spills over Alysa’s stomach as she lowers herself onto her mouth. Alysa’s hands spread Carmen open, tongue flicking, then pressing flat. She sucks gently on the swollen clit while two fingers slide up into the wet heat above her. Carmen rocks, breath hitching, fingers gripping the rail. When she climbs off, they stretch out on the deck cushions. Side by side, they reach for each other again. One hand from each woman works between the other’s legs, fingers pumping in a matching rhythm. Alysa’s legs tense first; her back arches, thighs quivering around Carmen’s wrist. Moments later Carmen follows, gasping into Alysa’s neck as she comes. Sweat beads along their collarbones. The sea keeps moving beneath them, but the only motion that matters is the slow, satisfied roll of their hips easing down together.