D and I took the Staten Island Ferry. First we walked down through Battery Park, with only the vendors wheeling their barrows into place at the start of the day for company; then we stood at the rail and looked out over the harbor towards Ellis and Liberty Islands; then we sat on a bench and I fingered D until she came, pinching one nipple and sucking another in order to bring her off quickly; then we took the ferry.
It was a fine September day, one of the days leading up to the High Holy Day of 9/11 - in other words, at that time of the year when any crisp, clear day spent downtown is loaded with sadness, but also thankfulness. It remains, to me, something barely short of a miracle that so many, many people were saved on 9/11. Watching the first tower fall on television, I assumed tens of thousands dead. Instead, tens of thousands had been saved. A day to give thanks, as much as a day to mourn.
D's next orgasm came sitting on a bench by the waterfront in St George. It was quiet but public, with occasional runners and walkers passing on the path, intermittent cars moving in the parking lot, and a young blond woman sitting on a bench close by, who was surely well aware of what D and I were up to by the time that she left. Neither of us knew of anywhere more private that we could go, and both of us wanted to make out there by the water, with the flatness of Newark Bay out to the east, and Jersey City, Manhattan, and Brooklyn away to the north.
D had her period, her skirt needed protection from stains, so we had to be fastidious. Nevertheless, once we got a little high, we had a lot of fun, talking each other through various sexual acts that we could not, without risking an arrest for public indecency, carry out on the bench on which we were sitting. D is not quite at the point where she can come at my command, but she did manage to come a couple of times when all I was doing was kissing her and pinching her nipples, while she worked her cuntlips against the pantyliner between her thighs.
We took the ferry back, standing at the front of the ferry on the lowest deck, closest to the water, watching the city build in our view. And while the ferry nudged its way slowly into the slip, fighting the run of the tide, I talked my cock into D's cunt, urging her to feel the last few feet until the ship was locked into place as the last few moments before I was fucked as deep as I could be inside her.
We took a cab to the Liberty Inn, D giving me a pleasant handjob on the way, and fucked there for three hours before parting.
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