"She perked up a bit at this point and laughed, wiggling a bit beside me, she looked at my boxers, "Nice hardon. Looks big. Gonna tuck that back in?"I...looked down and noticed the tip of my cock, just the very tip peeking out of the fly of my boxers. The button was still together, and the slit wasn't even showing out of the fly, but the small fleshy piece of skin was, clearly, a part of my cock, "Meh, too lazy." Let me see," she slapped my thigh."Ouch, you fucking bitch. Why not, I guess you've. .?" I asked nervously."There's something I want here..."She dug out the chest carrier she had bought to hold me and had mebuckled onto her chest looking at her a few minutes later. "This'll bequick, sweetie, I promise. That lady just gave me an idea..."I looked at her quizzically, but just laid my head on her shoulder asshe walked.I MUST HAVE drifted off into a nap pretty quickly, because I wasshocked to find her lifting me out of the carrier already. "You're donealready?" You were snoring. Wait here.’ He disappeared into the woods. Moments later he was back. He placed his lips against her ear, ‘The big buck is over in the field. He took her hand again and put it on his arm. He pointed down and mouthed the words, ‘walk softly’. He led her slowly into the woods. She tried to step where he stepped. He moved slowly and deliberately for perhaps fifty yards. He stopped and only his head slowly moved, then it stopped. He turned and grinned at her. He mouthed ‘I love you.’ He moved a few. But it is a safe vessel; it will hold us no matter how much we rock it. The ocean, the raft, the wind and our bodies are one, supporting, connecting, holding, intermingling, loving us as we love each other, connecting with us as we are connected, safe in the arms of nature. Then the raft lowers suddenly above your head. It will hold. We are safe. A body rises from the ocean, lean, handsome, buzzing with sexual energy, naked, glistening wet, the sea pouring off his limber body, his cock wobbles.