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As the first week of their time at the shore winds down to the midpoint of their vacation, Tim and Abbie have chatted with several other guests about things they have done. There is one that stirs them as it is something they have never experienced. The choice of options to do so are varied, with each of the guests offering suggestions about their favorite.
They talk about the possibility as they lazily play with each other one evening. Abbie is up straddling Tim’s waist and crotch but just rubbing gently against his member. Tim enjoying Abbie’s naked body in front of him, plays with her tits as they chat.
“It could be so much fun, and all said and done, would only take one day, or a bit more if we want to explore,” Abbie tells him as she pinches Tim’s nipples in response to what he is doing.
“But which route should we take?” Tim asks as his hands move back to caress her well-rounded ass cheeks. Abbie giggles at his attention, moving her hands down to rub up and down his sides and thighs. She can feel Tim starting to harden as she does and knows her clit is also growing from this slow and lethargic play.
“We have three choices, all around the same amount of time, it is just which place we would like to visit first? Jersey, Guernsey, or Cherbourg on mainland France?” Abbie replies. The two are discussing taking the ferry from nearby Poole to different ports in France. One is on the mainland and the other two are islands in the English Channel.
"There are midnight departures for all three locations, which gets us to the destinations nine to ten hours later. Sleeping on the ferry to wake up at the port for the day," Abbie says before they discuss further options. They could take another midnight trip back to Poole or stay over and enjoy the journey across the channel the next day.
“So Tim,” Abbie says teasingly, as she lifts herself to push down on Tim’s hard cock. Moving him up deep within her. “Which one do you want to take?” She leaves him little time to respond as she begins to ride him hard and fast. Tim feeling his prick so up into Abbie’s wonderful, hidden, small treasure cove, grunts and responds to her on slaughter with glee.
Both are now breathing very heavily as they speed up the moment's intensity, hardly able to talk at all. But Abbie is in a playful mood, and as she bangs down over and over on his shaft so thoroughly in her, she gasps out, “Which one will it be? Where do you want to fuck me first? France? Jersey? Or Guernsey Island?”
Tim, on the verge of cumming, cries out, “France, I want to fuck you in France first.” Laughing, Abbie clings to his neck, kissing him as she is pressing the last few strokes needed for both of them to release their juices. Tim’s up in Abbie’s ass and Abbie’s covering Tim’s stomach and mons.
The adventure ahead settled, Tim and Abbie have an early evening after making reservations for tomorrow night’s crossing. Both are extremely excited about the trip. Tim has never been out of England in his life. And it has only been the last month that he even has a passport, which his new position at Microga requires of their executives.
Even with her several years in the United Kingdom, Abbie has only been to the continent a handful of times. A couple of times to the Netherlands where things were supposed to be freer; once to Spain for two weeks in the sun; and once to Paris. So to see a different part of France will be such fun.
After the morning and early afternoon at the beach, both so tan and healthy-looking now, they spend the afternoon napping off the fresh sea air of earlier. Waking at nine pm, their luggage for the short trip packed, they drive the short distance to Poole. They have a nice, late dinner and are at the dock a little after eleven for the ferry.
As they are taking the trip to mainland France, after short deliberations, Tim and Abbie decide to take the car so they can sightsee around the district. The vehicle secured in its place, the two stroll around the deck as the ferry takes off. From the bow, they watch the ferry cut its course through the dark waters.
It is all black around them, except for overhead the stars twinkle down on them, providing a little light. And the almost full moon shines so bright overhead. It all makes them realize how insignificant each of us is in the whole complex of our being.
They walk back toward where their car is parked. Tim and Abbie decide that they could be just as comfortable in it than in one of the cabins for the night. Tim climbs first into the passenger seat, tilts the back down, and pulls Abbie on top of him. The car is locked, and the tinted windows do pretty much block the view of anyone happening by.
Abbie giggles as Tim wiggles out of his trousers, and she takes her panties off. The blanket they laid on in the National Forest is now a cover for them. They rub together for a bit allowing the friction to get them both excited. Their car is at the front of the boat, so the view ahead of them is that vast darkness.
Tim, holding Abbie in his arms as they both pause at the magnificence before them. The dark sky with stars allowing a glimmer of light against the dark waters, whose frothy white waves reflecting in the orb of the night is a wonderous light show just for them.
Both reflect on all the magic that has brought them to this point together. How chance, or a greater being, played such a role in making this happen. They both know in the whole scheme of things; they are mere specks of dust. But for themselves, as trivial as they are, to be allowed to find each other gives them both pause.
Suddenly, while so ready to, the idea of destroying this moment with sexual play seems irrelevant. It is enough the stirring both are feeling at the moment just gazing at the panorama before them. Eventually, they fall asleep for a few hours.
Just as dawn is rising over the water and the far-off view of land ahead, Tim and Abbie awake. A bit stiff from how they slept, but so happy together.
Their morning kisses now do lead to something more. Abbie can feel Tim’s morning hard-on against her. Her clit also is twitching with the morning. She lowers her hand to take Tim’s cock and wank it how he likes. Even giving soft swats against it a few times to help it wake up.
Abbie has yet to feel comfortable spanking Tim’s penis like he does to himself but knowing it does arouse him. She often tries to make the motions at least that way. Tim is breathing heavily in Abbie’s ear as she twists around on his lap to face him. Her clit rubbing and arousing against his lower stomach.
Tim reaches down and begins to play with her also. Together they work themselves up the steep climb both are longing to jump over. The blanket covering them is moving in a rhythmic thumping as they jerk each other faster and faster. No lips on each other, no filling openings, just an early morning mutual onanism.
Tim feels Abbie clenching his shoulder with her one hand, not on his shaft, telling him how close she is coming. Tim feels the same way, his body is churning, and his member is shivering at Abbie’s attention. Both are beyond speech at the moment, just enjoying this morning high.
Almost in unison, they both cum. Covering both their mons and stomachs with semen. Holding Abbie tight, Tim reaches into the console and gets some tissues to clean up a bit. Cleaned, Abbie twists and turns so Tim can get his pants back up and buckled. Her panties will have to wait for now. They try to adjust each other, so they do not look too tousled and climb from the car to find restrooms to repair themselves.
After, they wander to the bow of the boat again and watch, with excitement, as the ship comes nearer and nearer to the shores of France. Abbie, who has traveled more, is still thrilled seeing them coming closer to land. Tim, who before this week had only seen the seashore a couple of times, really is overcome with anticipation.
They stay there, letting the wind blow over them as more people join them as they approach the shore. Soon the slow process of docking the ferry begins, and the announcements urge drivers to get in their cars to depart in an orderly manner. It seemed like forever, but Tim drives off the boat within a half hour and is on the road in France.
With their excitement of deciding to make this jaunt, neither Tim nor Abbie considered what they wanted to see or where they would like to go once here in any depth. So they just take off south down the coast as Abbie pulls up possibilities on her phone. They settle on stopping in Saint-Malo for lunch at one of the restaurants along the sea.
The ride is enjoyable, and with the roof and side windows open, the scent of the sea fills them just as the beautiful landscape does. By the time they stop and choose where to eat, both are famished and a bit tired.
After a lovely luncheon of sea offerings, they head down to a shady spot on the beach to rest for a while. When they awake to feel the air has chilled some, Tim and Abbie are surprised to see it is after five.
They head back to Cherbourg, arriving in the early evening for another delicious meal before needing to line up for the trip back to Poole. It has been a fun-filled day, and Tim promises Abbie that they will come again, the next time to Paris and more. Abbie’s heart always stops a little when Tim mentions something in the future they will do together.
She knows they are fully committed to each other, but her past still does play up at times, waiting for the second shoe to drop and Tim lose interest in her. Tim himself has similar doubts at times, wondering if this is all a dream he will wake up from. Just all a puff of smoke.
While both try to hide their insecurities from each other, knowing the feeling for themselves, they always seem to give the other reassurance when these worries waft over them.
The return trip is pleasant but uneventful. By the time Abbie and Tim get back to the guest house, both are ready for a long morning nap. The rest of the second week moves along almost too fast. Both are getting even tanner on areas previously covered with garden wear.
On the beach, Abbie wears a skimpy bikini. Only Tim is close enough to her to sees the outline in the bottom. Seeing this leads to a formation in Tim’s swimsuit also. Tanner now, Abbie is somewhat less self-conscious about wearing makeup, which just gets washed away while in the water.
Tim is trying to come to terms with his feelings with Abbie. He realizes he does get aroused when seeing hints of her member. When Abbie walks away or in front of him, the swing of her hips and the knowledge of her lovely waiting deep cavern stirs him. There are things about their relationship that he realizes are deeply man with man, but how beautiful Abbie is and graceful hides that side so well.
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