[F4M] My Panties - A Token of Thanks to the Pontoon Boat Pirate

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So, I remember the first time I saw the Titanic. That scene where Jack and Rose stand together on the deck, feeling the ocean air beat against them, reveling in that infinite moment. How they made love, real fucking love, one night as the ocean waves carried their ship destined for a tragic end.

A pontoon boat isn't a cruise ship, but I thought it might be romantic anyway when I climbed into my boyfriend's boat for an afternoon aboard the S.S. Fuck Boy Man Cave. As we set off, I was humming the tune to My Heart Will Go On and feeling that wind blow through my hair, imagining what it would be like to make love as we floated along the water.

Instead, I ended up shivering cold, bare-ass naked, on a beer-soaked floor as my boyfriend's ball slapped against me and he called me Debra. My name's not Debra. Yes, I am getting a little dry.

Maybe. .. oh, nope, okay.

Just gonna use your spit. That's cool. I wonder why I'm having so much trouble staying wet.

Well, as long as you're getting there, I guess. Oh, there we go. Okay, sweetheart, if you're gonna throw up, do it over the side of the boat.

You probably shouldn't have had so much to drink. The way you grabbed me and said, let's fuck right before chugging a cold one was not as hot as you think it was. And did you mean to close your eyes and moan your ex-girlfriend's name while you were inside me? Yeah, well, just let me take over from here.

You're right, I don't have my boating license, but I'm not letting you drive this thing like that. Yes, I'm pissed off. Anyway, how do I.

.. nope, that wasn't right. You know, if you had an ounce of decency.

.. looks like you passed out. Cool.

I can't figure out this goddamn control panel, but it's not like he'd be any help right now anyway. And so we wait, I guess. And I did.

I waited for quite some time. At this point, you might ask, Scarlet, what the absolute fuck is wrong with you? Why the hell would you be with this guy? Well, that's a very good question.

Frankly, he presented as clean cut and very responsible when we first started dating. A little boring, if I can be honest with you. But I'd spent so many years chasing the bad boy, I thought a change of pace might be a good thing.

But I was thinking of a very different change of pace. Like, enormously different. You know, I actually haven't been dating him for very long.

He pulled the old switcheroo on me last month at a house party when he tried to get me to make out with his ex-girlfriend. That's after he bet some collective of idiot males that he could balance on the fucking banister and pulled down a light fixture as he inevitably fell off. You think I would have dumped his ass right then and there.

But in the morning, he apologized with the most sincere-sounding horseshit I have ever heard and spent the following weeks acting like that stand-up guy I met on our first date. I'll admit, he hasn't been good in bed pretty much the whole time. Like, I'm not even sure he knows women can have orgasms.

Either that, or he's not all that concerned about it. He's one of those guys that thinks his dick is all he needs to make the women swoon. But that's not unusual, unfortunately.

And I thought it was something we might work on together. Until we got on the goddamn boat and I realized that I'd just moved from one kind of asshole to another kind of asshole. And this one's worse.

That's when you arrived. But I guess I don't need to tell you about all of that. You remember how it went.

You cruised up in your little boat, shirt half-unbuttoned, that wry smirk on your face, and you said, Hey, your anchor's unsecured. You're gonna lose it. I'm about to what? Shit! How did that happen? It's stuck.

And there's nothing to secure it to here. Can you help me? My boyfriend? He's fucking useless.

If you can get his drunk ass up to help out, it'll be a miracle. Yeah, yeah, I know. I can't drive the boat.

I don't know how, and I don't have a boating license. What the heck is that? You carry that big old plank of wood around with you while you're out on your pontoon? Is that to board enemy ships? Are you a pirate? Yeah, like a lake pirate.

Anyway, I appreciate you, Mr. Pirate. Yeah, I'm stuck here until this guy wakes up and is sober enough to drive.

Ah, so much easier with your help. Thank you. I guess I shouldn't care if he loses his anchor.

It's his own damn fault. But still. No, it's not an ideal situation.

He also nearly threw up on me immediately after the absolute worst sex I've ever had. Yeah, yeah, we were fucking on the lake. What, are you a part of harbor patrol? Nah, I didn't think so.

You don't look like a stickler for the rules. Would you really give me a lift? I swear, I'm gonna have a heat stroke and a second-degree sunburn by the time we get back.

And you can call someone to get him, right? Cause I honestly don't want to deal with his shit anymore, and I have no clue who to call. No worries, I'll text him so he knows where I've gone.

Let's go. You know I can just pull your boat closer and step into it, right? Do you just use the plank for dramatic effect or something? Oh my god, you have actual bottles of water? Not just beer? What a fucking gentleman.

And a dry towel. My hero. And that brings us right back to the present, where I'm chatting with the rascal who stole me away from the SS fuckboy and drinking all his bottled water.

Now that's romantic. Thank you again for helping me. I can't believe I fell for that guy's bullshit.

But like I said, I was trying to learn from past mistakes. Try something new. He's not usually the type I go for.

Honestly, someone a little more like you. It's not the worst thing in the world to be rescued by a handsome stranger. But I'm trying to break old habits, not repeat them.

It's true that I don't actually know anything about you. Well, except for that devilish little look in your eye. That look is all too familiar to me.

It makes me weak in the knees. So stay back, or I might drop my panties. Yeah, don't you know I love fucking on pontoon boats? Great experience.

10 out of 10. Would recommend. A boathouse? I don't know.

Is it a nice boathouse? Oh, patio furniture. How luxurious.

You got any snacks at that boathouse? Score. All right, I'm in.

It's not like I've got anywhere else to be. I gotta wait for someone to come pick me up. To the boathouse! Hey, this is so much nicer than you let on.

The way you described it, I thought it was just a boat dock with some lawn chairs and a cooler. But it's covered! With a mini fridge! And this is hardly patio furniture.

It's practically a sofa. Okay, I can hang here. Not bad.

It'll be a while before someone can get here. I hope that's not too much of a hassle. Okay, let me know if I've overstayed my welcome.

I'm sure there's a shop around here or something I can hang out in. You're right. It's not every day that a pirate rescues a damsel from a sleeping ogre.

Why end the adventure now? What's next on our quest? Snacks.

Perfect. Thank you. Honestly, this day has vastly improved.

It's nice to know an afternoon on the lake doesn't have to be totally miserable. Yeah. I guess I'd come back here again.

Just not with that guy. Hey, now. You're sitting kinda close.

I told you to watch out. I could lose my panties around you. Ah, I wouldn't be the first? Well, well, well.

Aren't we a little cocky? Nah. You're a little arrogant and handsome, like my old type.

But you seem nice. Not nice. Kind.

That's a better word. You seem kind. No, I'm not really used to that.

I'm used to niceness being used as a lure to reel me in. The good old bait-and-switch. You're not just trying to reel me in, are you? You even caught me while you were out on your boat.

No, I don't think so. You came to help me out, even when you saw my boyfriend. My, uh, ex-boyfriend.

Yeah, I sent the text. See? It says, I'm breaking up with you.

I ran off with the lake pirate while you were passed out. Going on an adventure. No, no.

I sent a more serious one, too. Don't want any mixed signals. See? And you called someone to get him, right? Good.

No more loose ends to tie up. Yes, I did call you hot. And, you wanna know what else? I took my panties off while you were getting snacks.

See? They're right here. You can keep them if you like.

A token of my gratitude. You'd like a reward. Is my gratitude not enough? No? Well, I suppose I should thank you properly.

But what else can I give you? That's for me to decide? Well, I could give you a kiss on the cheek, like this.

Or, I could climb into your lap, like this. And kiss you on your lips, like this. That's much better.

But now that you have my panties, I seem to have left a little wet spot on your pants. Let me remove those for you. Oh, finally done with the pretense.

Lean in a little. I have something I want to tell you. This isn't about gratitude.

I would have found my way out of that situation eventually. But I'm so glad you found me. I've been needing a man like you to touch me for a very long time.

Please, help me remember what a good fuck is really like. Oh, fuck, yes, her. Oh, that's how you do it.

Oh god. Nobody but me has touched my clit in so long. Please keep rubbing it.

You can get your fingers a little wet. There's plenty down there to work with. I'm soaked.

Oh, oh, you just flipped me onto my back. That's fucking hot. Yeah, I'll spread my legs for you.

I, oh. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.

Oh, I don't remember the last time. Oh, you are good with your tongue. Holy hell.

Oh, you are so good with your tongue. It's been so long since I felt this good. Oh, oh god.

Oh, my god, yes. Oh, fuck. I'm already, I'm already getting close to cumming.

You're gonna, you're gonna make me cum. What? Yes, yes.

I'll cum while you're down there. Oh, yes, I will cum for you. Right, right fucking now.

Oh, oh.