Chapter 53
Makin' Love on the Maid of the Mist
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Mac and Stella decided to visit Niagra Falls for the day. Nearing the Maid of the Mist, they headed into the bathrooms and took off their clothes. Placing on long rain coats that went to their calves, they came out, and placed their clothes in a locker. Waiting in line holding hands, Mac slid his other hand inside Stella's coat, sliding his fingers along her breasts as she clamped down onto his shoulder with her nails.
She knew they were both being bold. She knew that if they got caught making love on the Maid of the Mist, they would be fined. Not caring if they got caught, they decided to take the chance. Nearing the front of the line Mac and Stella refused the rain coats. Moving to the end of the boat Mac placed his beautiful wife in front of him, covering her with his body.
To anyone that was watching, they would think they were just lovers snuggling during the scenic ride. But Mac knew as soon as they neared the falls, they would love wildly as the spray bathed their bodies in cool mist. Moving away from port, Mac unclipped the buttons on Stella's coat, opening it, exposing her body to the chill of breeze as the boat floated along.
Sliding his hands up toward her breasts, he strummed her orbs with pleasure like he would one of his bass's on the nights he played. Feeling her head fall back, Mac's hands slid down her thighs and in between. Touching the very heat of her, he could feel her nectar seep down his fingers as he strummed her bud, like he had her orbs.
"Maaaaaaaac... she cried out as the breeze carried her voice away.
"Soon love, soon I will have lost within the rainbow of colors that glow along the falls."
Hearing her soft cry again, Mac unclipped his own coat and worked his hard thick shaft between her legs. Feeling her spread open to invite home, he held till they neared the edge of the falls. Feeling the mist cover their bodies in its beautiful flow, Mac plunged himself deep into his wife, rocking wildly out of control as the misted rain continued to soak them in its kiss. Lifting her left leg up on the bar, Mac sank deeper into her warmth, listening to her cries, as the passion and love overtook her through the rainbows that glowed across the falls.
Knowing the boat would soon turn, knowing the rainbows would soon disappear, Mac poured his seed deep into her silken wet womb. Holding now, not ready to slide from within her, Mac turned her neck to the side and kissed her neck with a feather caress. Sliding out of her now, he helped her clip up her coat, followed by his own and as the boat pulled into the docks, both were fully covered once again.
Walking down the ramp they headed to the bathrooms and changed back into their clothes. Coming back out they turned once more and smiled as the Maid of Mist made its way down for another trip.
"Did you have fun love?"
"More then you could ever know Mac. Always you are so passionate and sweet with the way you love me."
"Just one more memory my love. The memory of.... "Makin' love on the Maid of the Mist."
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