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still further.
    I glanced about us. Daniel had steered us into the bank, and we were parked up beneath the overhanging branches of a willow tree. I gazed up at him, pulled my top up over my head, then reached round to free my breasts from my bra, kicking my shoes off at the same time. He laid his palms on my boobs but didn’t take hiseyes from mine. Then he swept his hands down over my belly to my skirt and pants. Lifting up my bum, he pulled them both down until I was naked before him, or almost – all that remained on me were my hold-up stockings, the kind that stay up without the need for suspenders. With one finger he traced the slim neat line of my pubic hair.
    I stood up now, and indicated that he should lie down. When he did, I yanked at his trouser flies, then reached inside and closed my hand around his meaty responsive cock. He shut his eyes, rested his head back against the bottom of the boat, lips opening and closing almost imperceptibly as if he were muttering something to himself, or perhaps even praying. Maybe for him, just as there had been for me that morning, there was something almost religious about our fucking.
    Pulling his cock out through his zipper, I took it into my mouth, rolled it around for a while then began jabbing at the base of his glans with my tongue while giving his scrotum a good firm squeeze with one hand. He went crazy, twitching and shuddering and letting out a strange low groan from the back of his throat. Beneath him, the boat rocked precariously with his movement, and with my free hand I grabbed instinctively for the side. We both began laughing, and suddenly I felt like a character in a Benny Hill sketch. What the hell were we doing here anyway, when a more than comfortable bed beckoned back at Daniel’s suite?
    â€˜What can I do to turn you on?’ said Daniel quietly, as if reading my mind, knowing that the mood had got lost a little. ‘What’s your favourite fantasy?’
    I squirmed a little, suddenly shy in spite of the things we’d been doing to each other’s bodies over the past twenty-four hours or so. Sometimes it’s harder to talk about sex than it is to just get on with it. And I wasfearful of revealing too much of myself to Daniel emotionally when we had known each other for such a short space of time.
    Sensing my reticence, he smiled encouragingly. ‘How about this?’ he said, and reaching over he placed one hand on either side of my thigh and drew one of my stockings down over my leg and foot. Holding one end in each hand, he pulled the nylon taut in front of him, looking at me questioningly but, I thought, with tenderness. I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. All he wanted was for me to experience new ways of being happy.
    I lay back again, rolled over onto my belly and crossed my wrists behind me, looking over my shoulder as he bound me with the wispy stocking – tightly, but not worryingly so. I trusted him implicitly. If, at that moment, he’d have told me he was going to throw me overboard but insisted that I shouldn’t worry because he would rescue me, I’d have gone along with him. Focused though I was on what was about to happen to me now, on what and how I was going to feel, his own pleasure was very much in my mind too. Whatever it took to turn this man on, I would do.
    My hands were bound now, and I lay there, naked save for the stocking on my leg and at my wrists, tingling with anticipation. It was exquisite torture for me not to be able to bring my hands to my cunt or my tits, to attend to the itch in my groin or the fizz of my nipples. I imagined him leaving me there all night, burning to be touched, with no hope of satisfaction. Would I be mad by morning? Could a person lose their mind this way?
    Happily, Dan was still there, and after a few minutes of letting me stew in my own juices, he prised the cheeks of my backside apart and brought his face to me. Licking my sphincter like a dog, he made