Masturbating on the Edge by the Ocean

My fingers pushed into my pussy and I gasped as I made slow come-hither motions that slid deeper and deeper with each pump of my hand and hips.

My hand slipped under my bikini bottom and my fingers started to stimulate my clit with slow, circular motions. I had found the most secluded chairs on the adults only cruise’s deck, where I had removed my top to sunbathe.

There was something about the ocean waves, the intense summer sun and the multitude of half-naked passengers that was turning me on — just by lounging around the edge of the ship, topless, set my fingers in motion against my clit and also my tits as I pinched my nipples until they were perk and erect. My fingers pushed into my pussy and I gasped as I made slow come-hither motions that slid deeper and deeper with each pump of my hand and hips.

I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste my sticky wetness, and to use my spit as more lube for finger banging. I inched towards the edge of an orgasm with ease by rocking my hips so that my fingertips pushed against my g-spot, but I took my hands off myself and let the pleasure fizzle away.

I love denying and edging myself along a climax; the intense pleasure was unrivaled. The idea that anyone could see me was all the more enthralling.

My thoughts wandered to the tote bag I had brought with me. Or, rather more specifically, it was the contents of my bag that I was thinking about. A cock’s tip was just visible, peeking out of the opening of the bag, but I knew I would indulge those dirty thoughts soon enough.

One hand ran through my hair as the other groped a breast. I sucked on my finger as the pleasure abated from between my legs. I set back to work on fingering myself as soon as I thought I could.

Somehow I was even more sensitive than I already was. I rolled onto my stomach to ride my fingers and hump the palm of my hand in order to better feel them moving in and out of my hole. My face was buried into my cleavage, having been pressed together by the chair, as I fucked myself for anyone to see.

Somebody had to have been watching. I never bothered to look, though. If anyone had passed by this area, they were certain to see or hear me. But, if anyone had seen, they were just watching, since nobody came to lend a helping hand. I was disappointed, sure. I was unable to complain, though, because the fact that I could be caught was enough by itself to multiply the pleasure.

My humping lost its rhythm in my ecstasy, so I sat up erect, backwards in the lounge chair, to keep myself moving against the fingers inside me, where I found that the motions of the waves and the boat were a good enough guide to follow.

I spat on my breasts, and I used my free hand to massage my nipples. Their sensitivity almost matched that of my clit, and I moaned in pleasure over feeling my hand lift and pull on my tits. I stopped humping my fingers to masturbate my needy clit with a lustful fervour; while fingering my pussy felt good, this made me clench up and move with involuntary hip-buckling motions.

My clit’s sensitivity peaked and I stopped moving, right on the edge of an orgasm’s point of no return, and my stomach fluttered while I lost my breath over the exhilaration I felt in my chest.

Without lapsing into a fit of pulsating contractions, I took my finger off my clit with gentle care while I let my pussy drip and leak down my leg in futility.

Even sucking my fingers clean sent waves of pleasure down between my legs.

I took a moment to catch my breath, then I reached into my tote bag. The green silicone dildo slid into me with ease, and I fucked myself from behind with its length from the tip to its suction cup hilt.

As my toy spread my pussy’s tight walls apart, I clenched and squeezed against each of its strides which were aimed to glide against my g-spot. I laid on my side to better reach behind my ass, to better pump my hips onto the long thick dildo.

With my legs spread apart, I continued to push the dildo between my legs as I fingered my needy clit.

I had to take the dildo away to stave off an orgasm — but I had teetered over the edge.

I writhed in my chair and rolled back onto my chest as I let my climax ruin itself. As much as I wanted to plunge my fingers into my cunt, I stuffed them into my mouth and sucked them clean of my creamy stickiness. I rolled again onto my back, and squeezed and pinched my tits, moaning and giggling as I did.

Then, when my climax had peaked and passed, I set back to work on my clit.

When I was done, I watched the Pacific ocean for a while as I laid on my back, spent. The dildo was beside me, wet and sticky from using it again. The thought of riding it some more crossed my mind. But I left it alone and teased my clit with gentle strokes instead. The Sun had passed its height, too, so I enjoyed catching some rays while nude.

After some time, I got back into my bikini and put my dildo away. I strutted off and turned a corner into the usual traffic of passengers. While I felt no shame, I did feel a little sore from abusing my sex. Nobody had joined me, in the end. But, like I said, the possibility was more than enough to add to the experience.

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