Yesterday was cool and sunny, and I took the opportunity to spend time on the boat, as did a number of my marina neighbors. About 6:00 pm, the sun was low and it was getting too cool to remain on deck watching football. I was thinking about going in when Blondie came walking down the dock.
I greeted her, invited her aboard, and told her I was just going inside, but she was welcome to join me. One in the salon, I offered her a drink and she accepted a glass of wine. As she settled back on a couch, more or less to make conversation, I said, "So, you and your friends back for a little time on the river?" She answered that she came alone, and I told her I was surprised that she was comfortable on Dean and Caroline's boat alone. She replied that she didn't have the keys to get into their boat.
That pretty much instantly changed my perspective on the conversation. If she couldn't get into their boat, she obviously came out to find me. And since I barely knew her at all, it raised the possibility that she might have more than conversation in mind. Hope springs eternal, and all that. . .
Trying to be funny, while directing the conversation toward sex, I said, "Let me guess: you needed a shower, and thought you'd try the transom shower one a cool day." She said, "Not exactly. I think once out there was enough." I sensed no encouragement toward the notion of sexual behavior, and so didn't become any more direct. Still, I wondered what in the world she had in mind. We talked just about things. I realize now that she directed the conversation to me, and talked little about herself. The only subject that think we came nowhere near was sex.
She had just sat back down from refilling her wine glass when she changed that abruptly: "I haven't been laid in three months." Pause. Long pause. "Yeah, I know. You mentioned it the other night."
"I still don't think i'm ready to solve that problem." Another pause. "Oh, hell, I don't know how to ask this, so I guess I just have to say it. Can I watch you again?"
It was hard to not holler, "Hell yeah", while stripping out of my clothes. Instead I told her that it would feel better of she did it for me. She said she would, but only if she could keep her clothes on. With that little agreement taken care of we moved to an area less visible from outside and I undressed. She sat next to me and began holding my balls and stroking me. As she did that I was telling her how good it felt. She was softly moving and wiggling about a bit.
She looked up at me and said, "I love cock and I love cum", as she stroked me. I said, "Suck me." She said nothing for perhaps 10 seconds, and then as she lifted my bals in her hand, took me in her mouth and sucked. After a few seconds she lifted her head, and said, "Is that good?" I Told her, "Just like that. Don't stop. I want to come in your mouth."
She stayed on it to the end. I'm not sure who was breathing harder, Blondie or me. After a couple of minutes of recovery she stood up and started taking off her clothes.
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