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The sun is warm on our backs as we walk down to the dock. A few dollars, a smiled thank you, and we are walking up the boarding ramp. There’s almost nobody here. The gulls call out in the humid air, and the weight of my camera sits damply on my side. The boat is a warship. “Old Ironsides,” whose wooden walls bounced cannonballs. It still has some of the original wood in places. It’s beautiful, and smells of the sea. The wooden rails are soft and slightly wet under my hands. Your feet scuff a little on the deck as we walk to the bow. My camera is out, and you hear the clicking shutter. Damn kid and his camera… I’m not pointing it at you, though. This is a wonderful old boat, and there’s nobody in sight. A photographer’s dream. The gun deck is mostly clear, and dark. Light streams in through the open gun ports, casting stark shadows on the worn wood. You’re waiting for me to get the picture, but it takes a moment for me to find a steady rest. Just as I’m about to press the shutter, you cover the lens with your hand. I can’t figure it out for ankara escort a moment, and then I look up. You’re smiling at me with that teasing grin, shaking your head I smile back, but you know that smile. It’s dangerous, and you start to step away. I’m too quick. The camera falls as I snag a hand around those lovely curves of yours and stand. I pull you close. I feel your hands on my shoulders, but you yelp as they slip off. No questions, no pause; I kiss you hard, both arms wrapped around you. I want you. You can feel it in my lips. In my hands. You can feel it in my body, pressed against you. You can see it in my eyes as I pull away and look at you. Desire. Suddenly, I hear the shuffling of a visitor descending the ladder behind me. I push you away, still holding your hand as you collect yourself. “Hey, how’s it going?” He has an awkward moment when he realizes that he probably interrupted something. I smile back and nod. I ask you to stand in front of one of the open gun ports. The contrast is enormous, but I catch a perfect ankara escort bayan outline of you framed in the opening. A strand of hair is blown above your cheek, and your damp shirt clings to your body. You are turned slightly, just enough for the soft outline of the nipple under your bra to be barely pointed out against the light. Definitely a private photo for you and me. It’s hot. It is hot all around. The sweat is beading on my arms, and it looks like you are not any better off. I walk behind you down the deck. I can taste your sweat on my lips still, a little salty. You stop at the open door, looking beyond. Nobody is behind me. I step directly behind you. By the time you realize I’m behind you, my arms are already wrapped around you. I cup your breasts in both hands as I kiss your neck. A moment’s surprise gives way to sudden arousal, and I hear your ragged exhale as you push back against me. I whisper in your ear, “We could get caught.” “We could…oh!” I pinch your nipples as you reply, and you clap your hands escort ankara over mine. “Ohhhh…damn it.” There’s a chair just inside the next room. Holding you close, I step around and pull you down into my lap. You’re strong, though, and quickly stand up to face me, shaking your head. You don’t step away, though. My fingers trace the top of your jeans, and then hold your back as I lean forward and kiss low below your belly button. A little higher, a little higher. Your shirt is in the way, but I keep kissing over it. A little higher. Just kissing the curve of your breast. A little higher. Some skin, thank goodness for low-cut tops. Kiss, a little lick. A tiny lick with each kiss. Higher. Your head is back as I kiss your collar. I kiss your neck, and you’re suddenly unsteady in my hands. There’s a window behind me, and music is carried in gently from a distant radio. Slow dance, step, step, shift, step. My hands are in your hair, and wrapped around your back, holding you close. I feel your heat, your sweat. We’re at the window, and lean sideways into it. The breeze stirs your hair as I kiss you, slowly, just feeling your body. Your eyes are closed. Your breath is steady and deep as you hold me. Your eyes open and you look at me. Too wide! You pull away suddenly, and I am caught by surprise.
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