There's just something about sex outdoors that makes my nipples hard whenever I think about it.

Doesn't matter whether it's day or night, as long as it's outdoors. Of course, warm weather is a bonus I think I'd have to be somewhat intoxicated to play in the snow. Needless to say, whenever we take road trips, be it for a day or an extended vacation, I'm always on the lookout for "sex spots." You know what I'm talking about the places you see along the road that you suddenly, and without warning, pull into for either sex or a play job. No thought is given to passing motorists or pedestrians because, quite honestly, you don't give a shit who sees you. Anyway, they'll never see you again. Our last trip provided many opportunities for off-road excursions which we took advantage of. But none can compare to the highlight of that vacation, a houseboat. We couldn't wait to get there, we both felt in need of a much-deserved vacation. We looked forward to lazy days of sleeping in, no television, no phones, and no work.

When we planned this vacation, I couldn't stop talking about sex under the stars and even purchased an air mattress just for that reason. My excuse for the purchase was that the web site suggested it.

After all, I didn't want to miss a night under the stars. We took this vacation during the off-season. It was our first houseboat vacation not knowing what to expect, the thought of a lot of other people on the lake wasn't real appealing. The marina had told me on the phone that fishing would be great, the weather very cooperative, and not a whole lot of people. The marina was right on the money the weather was great and people were few and far between. There was just enough activity to remind us they were there, while at the same time allowing a feeling of privacy.

We fell in love with the houseboat as soon as we stepped on board. I had to check everything out, of course, and cataloged all the potential places for playing which included the roof. Hey, it had stairs leading up to it, what else could you do up there besides tan naked? I opened all the windows and when you guided us out onto the lake, the fresh air was completely invigorating.

You had changed into shorts and I slipped into a thong bikini.

I didn't look as good as I could in it but good enough that I always managed my share of admirers. Besides, this was our vacation and I really didn't care if it was comfortable, I was there. As we cruised around the lake, I noticed a distinct dampness between my thighs. I began thinking of playing you, on the air mattress, under the stars, on our first night.

I couldn't wait.

My nipples began to harden and tingle, making me a little wetter.

I scooted my chair on the deck and closer to the rail so that I could bend my knees and rest my feet on it. Not wasting much time, I let my tits spring loose from my bikini top.

Yeah, there were other houseboats here and there but they probably couldn't see me anyway and not that I cared. If someone was looking through binoculars I hoped he was having a good time.

Feeling the breeze rush between my legs and buffet against my damp softness was a sensation I hadn't anticipated. I reached down and pulled my bottoms tight against my lips, then between them. My hand stayed there, rubbing the warm damp fabric against my personal place. I never knew a breeze could feel so good! My free hand strayed to a nipple, which had become extremely pebbly. I glanced over my shoulder to see what you were doing.

You appeared oblivious to me, as you were busy steering us across the lake and taking in our beautiful surroundings. I focused again on my needs. I was thankful that my breasts were big enough that I could bring one up to flick and tease a nipple with my tongue.

And that's exactly what I did, as I continued rubbing my personal place through my bikini bottoms. With a mind of their own, my legs spread wider apart and my hips began grinding against my fingers. Having shaved earlier in the day, I slipped my hand under my bottoms.

I loved the way my newly shaved softness felt when it was wet with its own juices. Smooth and slick. I looked over my shoulder at you again. You still seemed oblivious. Again I went back to my needs and the desire to make myself cum. My fingers increased their rhythm, causing me to become wetter.

I could feel my personal place swelling and the immense pleasure I was giving myself was intensifying by the moment. I kept flicking my nipple with my tongue, wishing I could just suck on the damn thing. My personal place became even more engorged as I rubbed it a little harder, my legs began shaking, and both my nipples were so hard all signs of a pending orgasm.

The warmth of the sun on my nearly naked body and the ever-present breeze blowing on my wetness was becoming too much. I looked over my shoulder at you again, only to find you smiling at me. Leaving the captain's chair, you came up to me, kissing me wetly, as my body burst into orgasm. "That's a good girl, " you said, and resumed your post. As the day progressed, we began looking on the map for coves we could dock in. We spied a couple that looked good and proceeded down that arm of the lake. The first cove was already occupied but the next one wasn't, which was a much better cove anyway.

After we comfortably rammed into shore, you jumped out and I threw the ropes to you. I watched as you pounded the stakes into the ground, admiring every inch of your toned body. Even though the day's end was approaching, it was plenty warm I could see beads of sweat forming on your back and forehead.

The smell of a man after he's been laboring is one that always works me up. It's no doubt one of those animalistic things, but whatever it is, I love it! I began thinking of playing you again, on the roof, under the stars.

The map indicated there was an access road above our cove, I wondered if our neighbors would be using it later for a moonlit walk. We enjoyed a terrific barbecue dinner and sat on the back deck to enjoy the sunset. Everything seemed to be so perfect here.

We played a game or two of backgammon before I suggested pulling out the air mattress and pumping it up. Funny how it was dark so early and it seemed that there was nothing to do. I had already thought of something to do. Outside, the stars were brightly dancing in the night sky, accompanied by a quarter moon. It was a stunning sight.

You climbed up onto the roof, hoisting the air mattress with you. I threw pillows up at you and a couple blankets, not that we needed them for it was still warm.

I turned off all the lights and then climbed the ladder to the rooftop and joined you. For a moment we stood there, arms around each other, and stared at the sky.

We had thought of our favorite camping places back home, away from the city lights places where we thought the stars couldn't be any brighter. We were wrong.

The water was calm and the moon and stars were reflected in it with an amazing clarity.

There was enough moonlight that we could see our surroundings well enough.

Without a word, you sank to your knees on the air mattress and pulled me down with you. You began kissing me, probing my mouth with your tongue, which responded in kind. For a moment there was a slight breeze, which brought the smell of your body to me. It was an aphrodisiac for me, and I wanted to play you as quick as I could get you inside me. On the other hand, I wanted to tease you and myself for as long as I could stand it. Although I'd had an outstanding orgasm earlier, I just knew another one was waiting for me. I pulled your body closer to me, so we were pressed together tightly, my breasts smashed against you.

I could feel your length rising to the occasion inside your shorts.

We continued kissing wetly, our tongues doing battle, as you reached behind my neck and untied my bikini top. My breasts sprang free again and you reached for them, squeezing and rubbing their soft roundness. My nipples love the attention they get from you, and hardened in approval. Your mouth wandered down my neck and shoulders, then down to my breasts, where your tongue took turns flicking my nipples.

I became so wet that I could smell myself and wanted to feel your tongue running up and down my softness. You continued teasing my nipples and kneading my breasts until I begged, "Please, I can't take it! Lick me!" You laid me down on the mattress and proceeded to rub my softness through my bikini bottoms. "Take them off, " I whispered. Ignoring me, your tongue began toying up and down my softness through my bottoms.

I knew they were wet and add to that my orgasm from earlier in the day, the smell had to be getting you hot. The thought of that smell was turning me on and I began grinding my hips into your face.

Suddenly you pulled my bottoms to the side of my lips and instantly buried your tongue into my wet warmth.

My body was jolted by your sudden action.

I thrust my pelvis upward, involuntarily, and you stayed with me. Your tongue slowly slid up and down my personal place, sending waves of desire through me. I looked at those bright stars, which seemed to be winking at me. You placed your hands under my soft place and held me there, your face buried in my softness and your tongue working its magic on my personal place.

I wanted to feel your hard length, I wanted it rubbed up and down against my wet slit. I wanted to feel it snuggly between my breasts, I wanted to feel it brush against my face.

I wanted to toy the head of your length, tease it, I wanted to play you with my mouth.

I wanted you to play my soft place, I wanted you to pound my softness. As if you read my mind, you lowered me back down and stood up, dropping your shorts. In the moonlight I could see the silhouette of your length at attention.

I rolled over on my hands and knees and crawled to you, enveloping your thingy with my mouth.

A loud groan escaped you, as I took turns toying your shaft and playing you with my mouth.

I recalled you telling me how sexy you think it is for a woman to give a playjob without using her hands, and I made every effort to not use mine. I also know your balls like a little attention too, so I turned from your length for a moment and began gently toying your balls and carefully taking one into my mouth, rolling it around. Your hands rested on my head, stroking my hair as I toyed you. You guided me back to your length and thrust it into my mouth. A rhythm developed as you held my head firmly and it bobbed up and down on your length.

I felt you getting harder by the minute but I wasn't quite ready for you to cum yet. I needed you to play me first. I pulled away from you and laid on my back, reaching out to you.

Spreading my legs, you leaned over me and brushed your length against my wet lips. That familiar ache that tells me I need you inside me didn't surface but for a second, and you shoved yourself into me. Instinctively, it seems, I wrapped my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck, hugging you tightly to me. Finally! You were playing me, and the stars were still winking at me. I flicked your lips with my tongue, then kissed you. "Play me doggy style, " I demanded. "Not yet, " was your answer.

You pulled off of me and rolled onto your back. "Face away from me and take a ride on the iron pony, " you ordered. I straddled you and lowered myself onto your length. You're so hard! I bounced up and down on it, then leaned backwards with my hands to your sides for support. You reached around and began squeezing my nipples and thrusting your thingy into me harder. My legs were starting that familiar shake again and I knew I would cum soon. But before I came, I could smell my softness again and just had to taste it first. I managed to climb off you and laid my head in your lap while you stared up at the stars. I took your length into my mouth and began to suck and toy my juices off of you. I held your length with one hand while I diligently cleaned you off I didn't want to miss a spot. "Play me doggy style, " I whispered.

I got on all fours and you got up onto your knees behind me. For a moment you rubbed your length on my soft place, then you ran your fingers down my slit and then slid one inside me. It was quickly replaced by your iron length, which proceeded to ram me fast and furious. You leaned over me, pressing your chest to my back and rubbed my nipple between your thumb and forefinger. You know how to get me going, and I was close to cumming. Straightening up, you placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed my shoulders to the mattress.

"Keep your soft place high in the air for me, " you ordered. I felt your balls slapping against my softness as you pounded your hard length into me, my face rhythmically sliding on the mattress with every pound. I reached for my breasts and played with them, which brought me to orgasm quicker. My legs began shaking and I reached between my legs to rub my personal place, which was extremely engorged and hard.

Then it hit. The second when time seems to stop, you quit breathing and get a couple more strokes in, and then the wave crashes, you breathe again and enjoy the rest of the ride. I want to keep playing you as I cum, to feel how hard you are as I cum on you. My orgasm excited you to your own, and you quickly pulled out and squirted every last drop all over my soft place, grunting, "That's a good girl." The stars winked at me again.