On my way up the east coast of Florida, I had anchored in bights and bayous and I had been at a dock in a marina. My next stop found me in a large, protected harbor. It was filled with 250 mooring balls and large open areas for anchoring.
No wet storage was allowed so there was someone on every boat. There were close to 200 boats in the harbor. All the services (showers, laundry, captain's lounge, etc.) were onshore and you had to drive there. In your dinghy or kayak. The marina had an outdoor social area complete with Tiki Hut, porta-potty, BBQ grills, a fire pit and a waterfront view of the boats in the harbor. The showers, laundry and trash were at the far end of the property.
The Tiki Hut was the place. With so many boaters all in the same place at the same time, there was something going on there nearly every nite at cocktail hour. Sometimes just a few boaters, playing bean bag toss or cards; the refreshment table always well stocked. Other times it would be 30-40 boaters overflowing to the fire pit area. Two grills going, a separate table for deserts, and so many Yeti coolers they were a trip hazard. You never knew what you were going to find at the Tiki Hut.
I went to shore to shower and fill my Jerry cans with water. When I emerged with a clean and refreshed body and soul, I heard a commotion at the Tiki Hut. Walking the distance, I saw 12-15 people gathered. Turns out it was Celeste's birthday. I joined the gathering and grabbed a beer from a nearby cooler.
Off to one side was a group of 4 people, 2 middle aged couples. I introduced myself and we went around with names. As a boater, when introducing yourself to other boaters, you typically give your name and your boat name. "Hi. We're Daron and JoJo on Homewrecker." Or "Connie and Robert on Why Knot." Mine is "Sailor on Blow Me." I got a laugh when I explained my rationale for the name. "Well, I'm single and it is, after all, a sail boat ... it just fits."
One of the two couples was Dave and Lisa on Knot Working. The other couple was Cindy and Greg on Perseverance. Cindy and Greg were in their early 50s and in good physical shape. Greg was very tall and bald but Cindy was average height, suicide blonde hair to the bottom of her ears and a pleasant face. She was a flirt, wearing a boating captain's hat and a headband with those little triangle kitty ears. She was 50 trying to look 20.
Cindy kept her eye on me and used every excuse in the book to stick close and flirt. I, of course, lapped up the attention and flirted right back. It was easy to flirt with someone so willing. Her middle-aged body had thickened around her waist but she had a nice rack, firm with hard, visible nipples. Her body was well preserved for her age.
I saw her whisper something to her husband. Then she came right over to me. "Sailor, we're new to the harbor. Where's the restroom? Can you show me the way?" As she said this she slid her arm through mine.
"No problem. Glad to help. The bathhouse is way down at the far end of the parking lot. But there's a porta-potty right here around the corner." They had placed it out of sight of the Tiki Hut for privacy. I led her to it. Along the way she was leaning into me, her arm clutching mine, making sure to touch as much of my body as possible.
When we got there, she opened the door and stepped inside but she held the door open. She was staring at me, a look of hope and expectation in her eyes. "Well ... aren't you going to join me?"
"I didn't know I was invited."
"I was hoping to have a little private time with you, Sailor. Come on in."
When I entered the porta-potty Cindy was already sitting down. She grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked me close to her. A simple flick of her wrist and my belt released my pants. She quickly grabbed my soft dick and leaned into it like she meant business.
She was in a hurry, obviously not wanting to get caught. She held my growing dick by the base and ran her open mouth down on him. Her goal was to get me off as quickly as possible. Working with only the top 4 inches, she rocked her head back and forth stopping once in awhile to work my frenulum with her tongue. Then back in her mouth. At her next stop she jacked him off, aiming his tip at her open mouth. She kept up this series of three moves on my hard dick, alternating among them.
It felt good, her mouth a dark but inviting cavern. It was wet and warm in there and my cock slid in and out easily. Her techniques felt amazing and I could have enjoyed them for hours. But sensing the need to rejoin the party caused me to grab her head and pound one out in her mouth. She choked briefly when my cum shot on her tongue, filling her mouth.
"That was nice. Unexpected but very nice. Thank you" I said.
"I'll give you my number. If I can ditch Greg, we can do that again. Or maybe something even more pleasant. We should get back now."
When we exited the portable shitter, much to our surprise, there stood Lisa. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and the look on her face was a mixture of condemnation and congratulations all in one. It was pretty clear that they were best friends.
Now, if I had to choose between Lisa and Cindy, I'd choose Lisa. She was shorter, more fitting hairstyle, and her body wasn't quite as thick as Cindy's. Lisa's boobs were a tad bigger and her thighs a tad thinner. I just got the vibe that Lisa would be better in bed. But it was Cindy who had lured me away for a quickie blowjob.
"I saw you two leaving together. I've been trying to figure a way to get Sailor alone but you beat me to it. I had to follow you and take notes on how you did it and where you went."
"It was easy, Lisa. Just like we used to do in college at the frat houses. Just find your mark and ask him to lead you to the bathroom. We've done it hundreds of times."
"It's been so long since I met someone I was actually interested in hooking up with. I guess I just forgot. Anyway, you've had your turn. I'm next in line. Sailor, how's your recovery time? Can you go again so soon or do you need some time? I can wait if need be."
Cindy smiled at us, waved her hand and scurried back to the party and Greg, blowing a kiss my way as she left. Lisa and I stood there in an awkward silence trying to guess what the other was going to do. I decided to break the ice. I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me. I wrapped my other arm around her shoulders and started kissing her. She eagerly responded, smashing her lips against mine and offering her tongue as added inducement.
At our first break, we realized that we were visible to anybody walking by. "We can finish this in the porta-potty if you're interested" I said.
"Oh, I'm very interested." She turned and we hurried into the porta-potty and locked the door. Lisa faced me and started kissing again. Our hands were busy fumbling with clothes as our lips and tongues intertwined. With our shorts around our ankles she said "I want this bad boy in my cunt, Sailor. Can you manage that?" Without waiting for an answer she turned around and put one foot up on the seat.
Once my dick was well ensconced in her twat, I reached around and fondled her boobs. Huge, very hard nipples stole the show from her decent sized rack. When I pinched and rolled them between my fingers she let out moans of pleasure. I thrust my cock up her wet pussy, continuing until a feeble orgasm engulfed me. It was a small load but gave me the sought after feelings of ecstasy rushing through my body.
When we left the porta-potty, I let Lisa go on ahead while I lingered behind. Both of us walking from the shitter together would spoil the party.