A sexy vixen, who had put me in the "friend zone" years ago, visits to clean my boat. She removes me from the "friend zone."
Chapter 76:
CLEAN UP TIME WITH THE CLOSER
I had completed a grueling passage, solo, of over 700 miles. Times spent at sea, enduring storms, wind, and waves tossing my trusty craft around like a ragdoll. Times spent in the calm waters of the protected Intracoastal Waterway, gently floating through serene views of the embankments drifting past. My Love Boat was now securely ensconced at a smaller marina within an hour’s drive of where I had purchased her. It was almost as if I had brought her home again.
After such a passage, the vessel was in need of a feminine touch. She was dirty inside and out. The marina was a short walk to a shopping center across the street from a small college. The shopping center had everything needed including a grocery store, coffee shop, restaurants, and the like. I spent some of my free time there, writing in the coffee shop, supping in the Asian restaurant, and, most importantly, eyeballing the talent bleeding across the street from the college. I had gotten to know a few of the eye candy who worked in the coffee shop or the other stores I frequented in the plaza. I began my assault on them, trying to find someone who wanted some extra money and was a dedicated worker. I hired cute young coed after cute young coed to clean my boat. Many of them had never stepped foot on a boat and didn’t have the experience or skills required to perform this type of work. They did, however, have the experience and skills required to satisfy a crusty old sailor in other ways, usually flat on their back or on their knees.
Once I had exhausted the local labor pool without achieving my goal of getting my Love Boat cleaned and ready for the next passage, I searched my brain for how to proceed. Then it hit me. Ashleigh. Ashleigh and I go way back to the time when I first purchased my floating sex pit. She worked at the marina where Blow Me was docked when I bought her. From the moment I met Ashleigh, I was smitten. She’s one of those women who exude the “Anything goes, try me” vibe. And I wanted to try her.
I had hired her for some boat cleaning on a couple of occasions before I cast off and began my journeys. Most unfortunately for me, we had a misunderstanding right from the start. I misread some of her cues and she misunderstood how I operate. To me, she had put me in the “friend zone” right off the bat. So, throughout the years, I had always operated as if she would sleep with others, giving them great pleasure, yet I was somehow “off limits.” That certainly never stopped us from openly discussing sex, telling dirty jokes, making obvious sexual innuendos and the like. Our casual banter was overflowing with such talk, keeping me in a constant state of erection whenever she was around. Whenever we were together, the sexual tension between us was thick. Yet, the physical element, the sensuous touching, the blowjobs, the pounding in whatever position we were in, the bliss of having my head buried in her crotch was absent. As in non-existent.
Of course, my imagination never stopped. Ashleigh was one of my “go to” fantasies whenever I jacked off. I’d close my eyes as I stroked my dick, creating scenes where I could take advantage of her feminine wiles. In my excursions into the unknown, she was always pliable, willing, and had no reserve. I was allowed to take full advantage. Thoughts of her sweet cunt, her generous breasts, her succulent mouth always produced a blast of cum shooting well up my belly. The tragedy was that these journeys between her legs were only sordid, raunchy images in my head. Needless to say, I was enamored with and totally frustrated by my interactions with Ashleigh.
Still needing a competent boat cleaner, and having tried a few of the disappointing local talent, I reached out to Ashleigh. We have kept up a sporadic text exchange over the years, so it was not unusual for me to reach out to her. When I told her where I was, she was astounded. “You’re only an hour’s drive away and my daughter is in college there. I get down to see her whenever I can break away from work for a day or two.” I secretly wanted to see her, just to be in her presence. Every time I was with her, I was always hoping that I would be released from the “friend zone,” freed to be afforded the opportunity to taste all that she had to offer. We made arrangements for her to visit, killing two (which turned into three) birds with one stone. She would visit her daughter and work on my boat.
Ashleigh arrived mid-morning. She was still looking fabulous. Her long light brown hair, framing her “talkative” dark eyes, atop her generous breasts got things started. I hadn’t laid eyes on her in several years and, as with all of us, she had matured. It didn’t show in her pretty face though, still young looking, fresh and vibrant. I was ecstatic to sense and feel that her sex vibe was still intact. Ashleigh seemed impressed with the boutique marina much as I am. It has all the basics plus a few nice amenities like a swimming pool, a fire pit and a covered tiki hut for cookouts or just hanging out. And it’s well kept, very clean. Plus, there are two solid restaurants in the marina for those times when cooking just isn’t going to happen.
From the moment we greeted each other with a warm embrace, I knew that I was in trouble. It was difficult for me to keep my hands to myself, my thoughts continually having to be reined in and refocused on things non-sexual. She just has a way to get my motor running without saying a word. It’s like magic when she’s around. We boarded my Love Boat and Ashleigh looked around, getting reacquainted with my home. “Yes,” she said. “There’s some work to do down here, isn’t there?”
As is usual for our encounters, we began by sitting and talking, catching up on our lives, our loves, and our disappointments. She sat on the bed in the main salon, formed by lowering the table, and I sat opposite on the settee. We talked on and on, covering lots of topics, the “who was still in the marina” from when I had been there, to “my plans are….” Neither of us made any movement to begin work. We were content to fill each other’s minds with our stories. Of course, as is a given for any of our interactions, the sexual innuendo had been sprinkled throughout our catching up talk.
Having this attractive, sex vibe queen, alone on my boat for the entire day emboldened me to dive into the whole “friend zone” issue. I began exploring why she had put me there so that I could try to avoid that result with others in the future. I wanted her advice, especially coming from a woman, and from one that was, according to her, very sexually active with others. Just not with me. We started talking about all aspects of the male/female relationship. What women look for in a man. What men look for in a woman. How they go about getting what they want. What turns them off. What turns them on. We spoke graphically, from the heart, from the soul. Our deep seated fears, our early age influences, and our techniques were all fodder for conversation.
I was hard as a rock yet destined to remain in my seat for fear of her reaction were I to pounce on her. Apparently, Ashleigh was fed up with my inaction, possibly horny herself, and she took charge. She closed the deal as she raised up from the bed, pulled her top and her bra up to expose her well-formed boobs. She thrust one in my face.
Blown away doesn’t come even close to my state of mind. Shocked is closer to the truth. I had harbored visions of having Ashleigh for years. I had fantasized about having raucous sex with her. Yet, somehow, having been in the “friend zone” since the beginning had instilled in me almost a fear. I wasn’t actually afraid; it was more of a total surprise. Here was this sex kitten, who had taunted me with her womanly delights for years, pushing her large boob in my face. My natural instincts took over, and I took her erect nipple in my mouth, then her whole areola. My hands grasped her fleshy mound, and I found myself bumbling around, not really connected with what was happening yet. But it didn’t really matter because Mother Nature and instinct have a way. Her breasts are generous, well-formed and gave me a beginning. Sucking on her nipple, twirling my tongue around her areola, feeling her rise to the occasion gave me enough encouragement to continue.
I wanted her so badly that my normal sexual rhythm was thrown akilter. I sucked and fondled her breast for a minute, until she abruptly said, “I want you to lick my pussy now.” There was no question. I had been dreaming of this for years. She ripped off her clothes and lay back on the bed, provocatively spreading her legs. Her cunt was clean shaven and looked absolutely delicious. It was well formed and appeared, from the outside, as if it was compact and tight. There were no inner lips showing. I crawled between her silky thighs as she raised her legs enough to give me access. I began licking her slit up and down, exploring her glorious privates. My tongue parted her lips, and the smell and taste were over the top. I was in heaven, having been relegated to hell for so many years with this vixen. Due to our misunderstanding of each other from the start, we had missed so many opportunities to make it happen for so long.
My tongue found its target, not overly large, but definitely doable. As I began to explore her clit with my lips and tongue, she started responding with oohhhs and aahhhs. I was making progress but lying on my stomach between her legs is not my best position for giving a woman head. I prefer the 69 position, aside her. Even though she was responding, I interrupted our love making to reposition myself. Reaching around her thighs, I buried my face in her wet pussy. Now I could get down to brass tacks.
Her pussy was unbelievably nice. It was tasty, it was wet and she was allowing me to enjoy it. My lips and tongue worked her clit, and I got my fingers involved, venturing into her fuck hole. Her response told me that, although her hole was important, her clit was the place she wanted me to be. So, I alternated between sucking, nibbling, and working her clit with my mouth, to caressing it with my fingers. She moaned, groaned, and began writhing to and fro, indicating that she was enjoying this tongue lashing. At least twice that I could count, it felt and sounded as if she orgasmed. Her response was not of the hard bucking, arched back, scream out in passion variety. Ashleigh’s orgasms were more reserved, gentler. I kept up my assault on her crotch, still trying to understand exactly how I had gotten there after only dreams for so long.
When I came up for air, Ashleigh moaned “Fuck me now. I want your cock inside me.” This entire situation was still not registering in my mind. I was fraught with anxiety, I was fearful that at any moment she would “wake up” to what we were doing and cast me overboard. My performance anxiety was in high gear, and I was failing at controlling it. But an express invitation to lodge my dick inside her was not to be ignored. I moved between her legs, and my man found its mark. Her cunt was warm, inviting, and an absolute delight to fuck. She took it all and had another one of her understated orgasms, making me unload as well. She was performing as I had fantasized about so many times over the years. She took everything I had to give in stride. It seemed as if she wanted more, wanted to be pounded hard. This was turning out to be a very rewarding fuck. Her stellar equipment coupled with her expert use of it would make any man want more.
I took more. I lay on top of her and thrust deep inside. She worked her cunt and her hips in tandem, giving me a resounding fuck experience. This was turning out to be a “to die for” sexual encounter. Her perfect cunt, getting wetter and sloppier with each push, was doing its best to satisfy my taste for more. She had all the right moves and a top notch pussy, using them expertly to put me in a state of bliss.
I thrashed around in her inviting pussy, wallowing in delight but holding my orgasm. I wanted to keep something in reserve for one of her other holes. When I pulled out, I scooched up and aimed my cock at her mouth. She readily took it in and let me fuck her mouth until more pleasure overwhelmed me. Her technique is to keep a firm suck on the meat in her mouth, making it feel like a tight pussy. She was so willing and so good that she elicited small spasms, like mini orgasms, as I slid my dick in and out of her mouth. I had now discovered that she was as good with her mouth as she was with her pussy.
After she successfully sucked me into several mini-orgasms, I collapsed on the settee, still confused as to how this had all happened. Or even if it was merely another one of my fantasy dreams. Then I realized that I was buck naked, my cock felt wonderful and Ashleigh was sitting on the edge of the bed across from me, also stark naked. It was real. It had actually happened. I was in disbelief, overcome with strong emotions kept bottled up inside. The thought crossed my mind that this may have only been a blip on the screen, set to disappear at any moment, never to return. I wanted more. I didn’t want this talented fuck machine to leave without an encore.
I stood up and pulled her head down onto my dick. He rose to the occasion, and she let me fuck her mouth again. I watched as her mouth provided an easy receptacle for my cock. I moaned as I watched, my brain on “record” for future reference. I did not know whether I would ever have this opportunity again.