I recently went on vacation with my boyfriend and we had hot sex every day on the trip. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the boat, the warm sun on my skin, and the feel of my boyfriend’s hard cock inside of me. The memories send a shiver of pleasure down my spine, and I can’t help but feel turned on. I remember how thrilling it was to be discreet and sneaky, the danger only adding to the excitement of having sex with my boyfriend while on board the river boat cruise.
We both had to be extra quiet and cautious, making sure not to get caught by any of the older passengers. Every glance, every touch, and every kiss was thrilling and arousing because of the forbidden nature of our trysts. I can still feel the thrill of sneaking a sexual encounter in public. One night at dinner, in a quiet corner, I decided to jerk him off under the table. The danger of getting caught only added to the excitement as my boyfriend’s hard cock was nestled in my hand as I pumped his dick. The steady hum of conversation and clattering dishes provided an effective cover for our actions, and I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of pleasure at the thought of getting away with such a scandalous act.
No one seemed any the wiser, so I stroked his cock and he gripped the table. He tried his best to keep his normal, non orgasm face as I stroked him off. We were terrible, a room full of older people, behaving this way. I knew after dinner, once we went back to the room, he was going to fuck the living daylights out of me, but I was enjoying teasing him like this in the restaurant first.
