Hung on a mooring ball in a large harbor that didn't allow wet storage had its advantages. Every one of the 200 or so boats in the harbor had someone living on it. And every boat had a dinghy or kayak to get to and from shore.
I went ashore and took a taxi to the grocery store, stopping along the way at the liquor store. Back at the marina I used a dock cart to shuttle my bags to my dinghy. Once empty, I returned the cart to the dock head. As I settled down in my dink, I noticed a tight, young body bent over the outboard motor on her dinghy. She furtively yanked on the starter rope several times. It wouldn't start.
"Need a hand?" I asked.
She turned to look my way. Bronze skin, high cheekbones, long neck. A fucking raving beauty. "Wouldn't ya know? I just returned from dropping my boyfriend at the airport and now this. It won't start. And he's gone all week."
"How about I tow you to your boat and I'll take a look at it? Would that help?"
I towed her dinghy to her boat and she climbed aboard, securing it to the stern. I secured my dink and climbed into hers to diagnose. All small outboards and jet skis have an ignition clip. If the driver falls overboard, the clip, attached to their body, snaps off and shuts down the motor. Hers was disengaged. I clipped it in place, pulled the starter cord and - voilà! - started right up.
She looked thrilled. "Oh my God! You're magical! How'd you do that?"
"It's an old trick my dad taught me" I said with a wink.
"Let me repay your kindness. Please come aboard for a cold drink."
When a bronze goddess whose boyfriend is gone for a week invites you aboard, my advice is to accept. I climbed aboard her boat extending my hand. "I'm Sailor."
"I'm Dierdra. And fuck the handshake bullshit. You just rescued me! Give me a hug."
She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed tight, pressing her firm tits into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist, using one hand to cup her ass cheek and press her pelvis into mine. She held her hug for longer than expected and gave me a big smooch on my cheek as she released.
"Now that the introductions are over, what can I get you to drink?"
"I'll have a scotch if you have it; beer if not." She brought me a full tumbler of scotch with three ice cubes. Her boat was a trawler, a power boat. No mast, no sails. So the layout was different. The helm, where you drive, is inside the main salon in the center of the boat at deck level. This leaves room for an aft deck behind the wheelhouse (like a patio) and a foredeck ahead. We settled in on the aft deck in some comfy deck chairs with a small table between us. A short 'love seat' was on the opposite side.
"Want to know a secret, Diedra?"
"I promise I won't tell a soul. I'm good at keeping secrets, especially from my boyfriend."
I went on to explain how my "magic" trick had gotten her outboard started so quickly. She didn't know about the starter interlock clip. I explained it in a professorial manner, not condescending.
"So it's as simple as that, huh? And all this time I thought you had some magic powers. You carry a strong vibe. Is it magic, Sailor?"
"It hasn't been diagnosed yet, darlin'. But I do know that I can make things appear out of nowhere."
"What? That's impossible. Okay ... if it's true, make something appear. Right now."
"Alright. But I'll need an assistant. You game?" She shook her head up and down, enthusiastically, making her long sunbleached brown hair wave in the fading sun.
I stood up and stepped close to her. I put my hand on the back of her neck and bent down to kiss her. Her reaction was to pull away but I gently bent her head to mine. Our lips met and lingered. Then another touching, open mouth with an inquisitive tongue.
Our kiss got steamy so my hand instinctively reached for her breast. She didn't resist so I worked my "magic" and made her nipple appear. Hard and erect, I twirled it between my fingers and tickled it. By now my cock had discovered what was going on. He was making my shorts tent in a big way.
I broke from our kiss. Standing up I pointed one hand at my bulging pants and the other at her erect nipple, visible through her tight shirt.
"Is that proof enough my sexy assistant? You have assisted me in making a hard cock and a hard nipple appear." She flashed a wide smile, amused at my deception. "And want to know another secret?" She nodded yes. "I can make things disappear, too!"
"Tell me. You just snap your fingers and things disappear? Like, vanish from sight?"
"That's right, it's as simple as a snap of the fingers. I'll need my able assistant to get in position." I snapped my fingers. "Over on the love seat, drop the shorts." I snapped my fingers again for dramatic effect. She stepped over to the love seat, dropped her bottoms and sat down. I snapped my fingers once more and commanded her "lay on your back, legs spread."
Seeing this bronze beauties snatch got my cocks full attention. Her pubic hair was sculpted. In the V above her slit were three thin horizontal lines, nothing else. Below was clean shaven. Just three lines of her dark curly hair going across. Her outer lips were fat and rounded but they couldn't contain her inner labia which were pushing out on either side.
My dick was standing straight up, weaving in the air. I mounted her, guiding my cock between her labia. She was moist but not wet ... yet. A few swipes up and down and I could push him into her vagina. It went in slowly, an inch or so at a time. Soon he was all the way in. Balls deep. I slid him in and out a few times.
At the bottom of one stroke I stopped and held him deep in her pussy. "See? I can make things disappear, too." I snapped my fingers to make my point. "Just like that!"
She got a huge smile on her face. Her eyes crinkled up, her perfect teeth showing. She said "I knew you were magic, Sailor. I just felt it. And for your next trick, I want you to make some cum appear. I want to see it, all over my face."
With my next act ***********ed, I got busy fucking her luscious cunt. She had magically made her own lube appear making it a delight to stroke such a sloppy cunt. Staring at her beautiful face, bronze flawless skin, and signature pubic sculpting while hearing our privates make wet slurping noises took me there.
Holding my dick between my fingers, I controlled my orgasm, painting her face with the cum she had requested. It spewed out on one eye and brow, on her cheek and the last squirt hit her mustache. "I wanna see! I wanna see! Hand me my phone!"
I gave her phone to her and she put it in selfie mode. She examined her face from all angles and took several pics. "Damn, Sailor. You're good. Hit me up anytime you want to make things appear and disappear. Do you hire out for private parties?"