The Harbour
By CS Morgan
Copyright 2011 CS Morgan
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The harbour was part of the old town and hadn't aged for centuries. A high sea wall circled it as it had since medieval times, only now the merchant ships and fishing boats had been replaced by luxury speed boats and yachts. Bustling bars and various art shops now lined the harbour where once sailor's pubs and trading shops would have existed.
She slowly walked along the sea wall, pulling her jacket tight around her, having just come out of one of the bars. Her friends had carried on to the next bar looking for more drinks and laughs. The sound of the bars could be heard behind her in the distance over the breaking waves but she needed the freshness of the evening air to catch her thoughts and compose herself.
All night, whilst her friends were joking and laughing, the candle lit bars were missing only one person for her: the smile she wanted to see directed at her, the hand she wanted to hold and the lips she wanted to kiss. Her friends were mostly in couples and whilst she enjoyed being on holiday with them, the absence of that one person beside her made her feel she was intruding, not part of the group. When the jokes were being told and the couples leaned into each other laughing, or when cheeks were being gently kissed as someone went to the bar, she had felt very much alone. She wanted that person laughing with her, someone she could hug, someone she could kiss. Instead, he was laughing with somebody else.
She was not alone on the sea wall. Other couples were strolling, purposelessly, either getting to know each other without words needing to be said or just comfortable in their silence. The cool autumn air gave the couples an excuse to hold each closely, wrapping arms warmly around each other, but not too cool that they still couldn't slowly amble and enjoy the historic atmosphere. She gazed out to sea; through the darkness she could tell the tide was high and the sea calm. All the boats had been moored within the harbour; the sea was empty. Only the distant chiming of the bells on the buoys in the distance disturbed the sounds of the waves.
She leant over the wall to look down at the sea. She could hear the laughter from the bars behind her being carried on the wind. She knew she should be getting back soon, they would be wondering where she was and be getting worried. As she turned to go, she felt two hands sliding tight around her waist from behind. Strong fingers curled around her, digging into her side; she realised they were definitely a mans. She felt panic, and as she readied herself to fight she felt his head lean close to hers and a soft voice in her ear, barely perceptible over the wind, explained ‘I came to find you.’ The heavy accent identified the voice, a voice she knew well, a voice she had seen laughing only earlier. His breath hit her ear, dispersing her panic, generating warmth throughout her body.
The hands circled around her waist, pulling her tight, embracing her fully. Her body relaxed and fell back against his chest. His chin nuzzled her hair as they stood calmly looking out to sea, knowing that no words need be said, both content in their silence in this private time together.
Couples drifted past, strolling to the end of the sea wall where the harbour opened to give passage to the sea, before turning and returning back towards the harbour and the bars. The sea wall was narrow and as couples walked behind, he had to push her gently forward against the wall to make space.
As he pushed her forwards, his hand grazed the side of her breast. Caught by surprise and by the sensations it caused she released a little gasp. She gently moved her arm, hoping he wouldn’t stop. From behind, she heard him chuckle and his arms held her more tightly, wrapping firmly around her blouse and jacket.
His breathing filled her ear. The breath came closer, warmer, until his lips slowly grazed against her lobe. She felt the wetness of his lips pulling on her lobe as his tongue gently slid out of his mouth. She groaned as his lips nuzzled firmly onto her neck, sending shivers down the length of her spine. She arched her neck to give him better access and he used this well, nibbling and kissing under her lobe as his nostrils breathed warm air into her ear. Her groans were more frequent, deeper, the sensations arousing her, her body coming alive under his confident touch.
She turned, hearing another couple slowly approach, talking in a language she didn’t recognise. As they neared he pushed forward to give them space. She gasped in pleasant surprise as his stiffness pressed against her buttocks. The couple thanked him, not hearing the involuntary groan she made as she imagined that stiffness entering her, penetrating her. She groaned again, louder as she felt his hands slip gently into her jacket and cup her small breast through her blouse.
She pushed back against him, rubbing her cheeks against his crotch and this time it was he who was vocal, groaning as his cock pressed into the cleft of her buttocks. He pushed forward, enjoying the sensations she was making on his shaft. Whilst his teeth nibbled her neck, she felt his fingers undo a button on her blouse. His fingers slowly led his hand inside her clothing and into her bra, circling her breast, his warm hand covering it. He could feel the nipple harden under his palm, her passion obvious, before he gently slid the hand down, allowing his thumb to circle the stiffening nipple. The thumb and fresh night air caused her nipple to swell. The more swollen it became, the more the sensations cascaded through her entire body. She could feel the warmth building in her sex, her chest flushing, her desire becoming unbearable.
She couldn't contain herself any longer and slipped her hands behind her back. She ran both palms up his thighs, higher and higher towards her goal, until she could feel the roundness of his balls through his trousers, large and full, containing the prize she wanted. She toyed with them, rubbing them, getting to know their shape, wanting them more and more. She left one hand there, her fingers nuzzling and teasing the orbs, whilst her other hand stretched along the length of his shaft. He was firm, so firm under her palm, and feeling that shaft grow under her fingers turned her on so much. He groaned into her ear as her fingers gripped the shaft, delicately pulling it, afraid to pull too hard as she didn’t want him to cum too soon. She wanted that cock to stay hard until she had orgasmed down its length.
Her hands behind her back, bringing him so much pleasure, forced her chest to protrude out, opening her blouse to the wind, exposing her body to his touch. His fingers joined his thumb on her nipple, pulling, circling, pinching it. Her nipples, so sensitive normally, were so swollen, giving glorious ecstasy. Her knees buckled as his nails scratched over her nipples and around her breast. She felt the wetness of her knickers pressing against her pussy. She desperately needed to feel his shaft inside her.
Her fingers fumbled with his zip, struggling in her desire to get to him, until she felt the warmth of his cock spring out into her hand. She let both her hands discover its size, feeling the soft foreskin skin slide over the firmness of his shaft. She gripped it hard, wanting it, needing it. She could tell the cock was big, as she had hoped it would be; her fingers only just able to envelop his girth and both her hands unable to stretch along its length. She let one hand drift up, wanting to feel the contrast of the soft curved glans to the hardness of his rod. She heard him gasp and felt his cock twitch in her hands as her fingers discovered the frenulum, that sensitive part on the underside of the glans. Precum oozed out over her fingers, soaking them. She smeared his juice all over his head, imagining that could so easily be her lips moistening it, as her other hand rhythmically stroked his shaft.
She could tell he loved this. His breathing came heavy on her neck. The gentle kisses replaced by harder nibbles, little bites. She arched her head back, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her neck. She severely wanted to feel those lips between her legs, even here in the openness of the sea wall, doing the same bites and nibbles on her clitoris. She groaned at just the thought of it, her body rapidly heading towards an orgasm.
The fingers on her nipples were no longer gentle, moving now with heightened lust, his nails digging into her breast as the nipple was being tightly squeezed. The hand that was wrapped around her waist moved downwards. She could feel the breeze on her thighs as his hand parted her knee length jacket, the cold air sending shivers through her when it hit the wetness on her knickers. The coldness was soon replaced by the warmth of his palm, planted firmly against her sex. She groaned deep, a throaty groan. Her fingers instinctively gripped his shaft harder as his palm started to rub gentle circles against her clitoris.
Her knees were getting weak; she was so close to having an orgasm. She could feel his cock swelling in hand, so hard under her fingers. She needed it inside her. She wanted to feel that hard cock push into her, fill her, shoot its seed into her as she came. His palm felt so good against her, pressing her knickers so firmly against her swollen clit. When he extended his fingers, letting them brush down and then slide over her lips, pushing her panties into her juice, she almost screamed out in pleasure.
Catching a laugh close-by, she glanced across anxiously and saw a man telling the punch line of a joke to his wife. Disappointed, as her pending orgasm retreated, she put her hands back on the wall to avoid suspicion, allowing his jacket to cover his swollen cock. The couple approached, still laughing, oblivious to how close to an orgasm she had just been.
As he pushed forward to let them pass, she felt his other hand pull her panties to one side. His fingers urgently pulled on them, tugging at them, almost ripping them off her body. She was noticing the chilly air encroaching around her juice smeared pussy when she felt his bare cock slide between her thighs. As he pushed forward to give the couple space to pass behind him, she felt his head push into her from under her skirt. She groaned as he pushed further still, his fingers parting her lips and his cock firmly entering her, gliding easily through her wetness.
The couple continued unaware along the wall, her groans safely pulled away by the wind.
He stayed motionless, not moving, his cock buried deep inside her, both enjoying the warmth of having the other so intimately close. His fingers slid up her lips, two fingers gently pressing against either side of her clit.
Moments later the couple returned from the end of the wall, and as they passed, he pushed forward to allow them to pass. He went deeper, filling her. She had to hold on tight to the wall, her legs so weak. She wanted to scream out, orgasm, cover his cock with her juice, but she had to wait: the couple were too near.
The closeness of him behind her and the length of their jackets prevented anyone from seeing their intimacy but she was sure her groans must now be audible. She was trying so hard to be quiet, biting her lip, but he was teasing her, intentionally trying to make her orgasm in front of these strangers. Knowing she was so close, as the couple passed behind, he pinched her clit and thrust his shaft deep into her, his balls slapping against her thighs.
As the couple retreated towards the bars, she knew he was going to finish her. They were both so turned on, his cock slowly driving in and out of her, making her juice trickle down her legs. His hand released her clitoris from the pinch and started rhythmic circles in time to his strokes. His other hand returned to rolling her nipples, firmly squeezing the erect bud between his fingers. His mouth kissed her neck whilst his breath filled her ear.
The sensations were too much. She could feel her body convulse, her weakening knees lowering her even further down his long shaft. And she came. Waves and waves of pleasure searing through her. Her hands gripped the wall, head thrown back in ecstasy. No longer able to remain quiet she screamed her pleasure out into the sea. The contractions of her pussy, the tightness gripping him, and the pure sex she was emanating were too much for him. His fingers dug into her body, his teeth bit into her neck as he thrust hard, deep into her and groan loudly as he filled her with his cum. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her, forcing his cock further into her depths. She could feel his cock spasming, twitching, the warmth of his seed filling her sex, as his body enveloped her.
Both breathless, exhausted by the intensity of their orgasms, he held her close, arms wrapped tightly around, as a buoy chimed in the distance.
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From the author:
I hope you enjoyed reading this story. This is the first of a series of short erotic tales based on some of my real-life experiences and fantasies. These stories are intended for women but I hope will appeal to men and women alike!
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