Cassandra 1: Rowboat Humping

Sweeping blonde Cassandra Hudson was feeling excited, and it had nothing to do with the concentrated efforts of Sebastian. The guy was powering away, maximising thrust and pull and keeping his eyes on her simultaneously. 

Ms Hudson wasn't a complete bitch and wanted to keep his interest up. After all, he had brought flowers to her door on their first date. He had suggested boating on the local park lake. It was the first day of the season. There was still a bit of a chill even in the early afternoon, but Cassie hadn't done the lake before.

They were approaching the middle of the small park lake, and she opened her legs teasingly from her forward bench seat. She had on a red floral dress; it was only technically Spring.

Her thighs, inner and outer, were a tad cold.

Hey, Seb might get lucky and be the one to warm them up in his car after a circuit or two of the lake.

She felt the cold sweep of air between her legs.

Drat, it wasn't really a day for skimpy black lacey underwear.

She momentarily recalled the cold, arsed feel of the metal seat from when they had left the mooring site a few minutes ago.

They were one of only two boats out on the water. The other had a couple of older tourists.

Cassie was a bit uncomfortable. Cold is not randy. Bodies need warmth and touch. 

Seb was rowing faster now, really upping the stroke rate.

He stroked in time with the sexy opening and closing of Cassie's legs. 

The poor sod couldn't really work this girl out. He had asked and asked her out and then given up. 

Then she texted,' What are you doing Saturday?' and he had-technically a date.

Cassie was just at a loose end. Her steady fuck buddy Daniel was away on business for a few days. A rich limp-pricked James, trying to get in her pants, had failed to get her an invite to an exclusive beachside party he had promised for Saturday. 

So,  twenty-year-old Cassandra, in a moment of weakness, thought Seb.

Then, Saturday morning, James' had phoned, saying he had tickets for a hosted murderer mystery night for Halloween at an ex-funeral parlour. The word was they were risqué and secretly hot. 

James, Cassie realised, thought he might get lucky. 

How long she could string him along without a hand job. Time would tell. If the whodunnit night went well, he might get a blow job.

The lustful thought of getting it off in a funeral parlour, well, even a decommissioned one, was arousing her. 

Seb thought his gentlemanly charm at the other end of the boat affected the girl to flirt very openly with him. He had no idea what filthy thoughts were in the young blonde head and that her smutty thoughts had nothing to do with him.

She kept opening and closing her legs to reveal her scanty knickers, so tight they defined her delicate labia resting crumpled against each other.

Cassie Hudson sighed, realising Daniel wasn't here. The mystery night was a fair way off, and poor Seb had a boner in his pants at the other end of the dinghy.

 "Do you like what you see?" said Ms Hudson.

Seb's uncertainty about Cassie floated away, and his confidence soared like his cock.

He got back, "I can get us over to those bushes at the curve."

She thought, yeah, a park bush fuck!

Her excitement escalated, and she pulled her panties to one side and gave Sebastian the view guys crave; up short skirt, shaved available pussy.

The young man got more than a guy usually gets accidentally or on purpose because the blonde minx spread her fleshy pinkness with her fingers. The lure set for his cock. The guy can see it, but he's not getting it yet!

Fuck rowing was the last non-primal thought that passed through Seb's mind as the boat rocked wildly as he jerked up into the front of the boat too.

Cassie, who thought she had time to control the guy and drive him wild till they hit the shore, was now unzipping pecker and taking head in the middle of the lake.

Seb's fingers squelched around in her moistness, warming up her thighs. His other hand was under her dress and bra, fondling her nipples.

Cassie sucked, sure and steady, as she built his cock to bursting point. 

However, the small craft wobbled unstable with their frenzied intensity.

They manoeuvred their young bodies somehow without capsizing, and Cassie's sweet, scanty panties were a trophy in Sebastian's hand. 

The guy was quickly under her on the seat, and Cassie, with her skirt hitched up and her black boots jamming into the sole of the dinghy, was impaling herself on cock. 

Plunging her pussy down and arching her lithe body up, then down.

God, it was fast...Wow, it was intense...and it was so exciting.

The craft with the oars locked headed in a rocking, shaky circle around the lake's centre. 

Seb's stiff shaft was pinioned by warm sweet pussy diving down onto his pubic bone and pulling up with a delectable stretch that is the gift of a tight pussy. Up, up and away to male cock heaven.

Cassie was moaning, sinking on this cock each time she hit his pubic bone. Her clit aroused.

Why she suddenly looked around herself, she didn't know. Maybe she wanted it all...the bodily sensation...the look on the guy's face pumping into her, and the public surroundings...this was unique, unrepeatable sex.

She got even hotter with her cock clenching as she saw a shore tourist aiming his camera their way. 

But as the rowboat continued its unsteady motion, its rickety circling in the middle of the park lake, the owner of the rowboat was gesticulating and yelling from the shore.

" I'm calling the Police...Bring that boat in NOW...The Police...The Police..." and he was running to his small office to make that call—no doubt.

Cassie kept bouncing on Seb's happy dick. This was one orgasm that she couldn't or wouldn't allow to be stopped. Bugger the cops; she had to feel this, and it flooded through her body, so frickin amazing.

She let it out with a piercing, high-pitched, unwomanly uncontrolled guttural moan. 

But God, she felt good. And Seb shot off his load almost simultaneously with her uninhibited groaning and cock griping passion.

No time for lovey-dovey post-coital pair bonding here. The uncontrolled public sex escapade was over, and the question now was avoiding the law and a date in court.

"Seb, row the frickin boat over to the far side of the lake...quick!"

The boat operator yelled, "The Police are coming...The Police are coming..." 

Seb expected their imminent arrival.

The Police came eventually, and they checked out the rowboat at the far side of the lake. And yes, a pair of cute size eight musk-scented black knickers lay in the boat.

Both officers thought, after sniffing the knickers, Yeah, I'd have taken these off and dogged the tart in the rowboat.