Month: March 2011

A Day on The Water

Heat, June, New Orleans. The words go together like beans and rice. In order to beat the heat and humidity, my wife and I often drop the boat in Lake Pontchartrain and go for a cruise.

Let me tell you about Annette. She is a Pisces through and through. If it involves the water, it’s fine with her. It’s fine with any man who gets to see her in her bikini also. At 5’2″, 105 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes on a beautifully sculpted body (four workouts a week will do that) she turns heads when completely dressed, let alone in a bikini. So when I mentioned to my water rat that the Boat Stop was in this weekends plans, she jumped at the chance.

The Boat Stop is a funky little bar that sits on a river, which empties into the north end of the lake. It is totally isolated and can be reached only by boat. On a pretty summer weekend, upwards of one hundred boats of all sizes and makes can be found tied to the pier or anchored in the river. Some are worth a few hundred dollars, some a few hundred thousand, all tied to one another with their crews in the bar.

Waterfront Picnic

“I’ve got the cooler all packed,” said Sally. “We have chicken salad sandwiches, potato chips, and plenty of beer. I think we’re ready to go.”

I grabbed Sally by both ass cheeks and pulled her to me. “I’ve got the buns.” She laughed and pushed me way.

“Angela will arrive any minute so cool your jets and load the car.”

I grabbed the cooler and put it in the trunk of the minivan with the rest of the picnic supplies. We were going to the lake with Angela, Sally’s best friend. Angela had gotten divorced two years earlier. Her ex had her son for the Fourth of July weekend so she was joining us for the picnic

Angela arrived and we jumped into the minivan. After around a half hour of driving, we arrived at the lake. It was a big lake, with a marina, a swimming area and lots of picnic sites. We got a picnic site near the swimming area. As we set up for the day I watched the two ladies. Sally had on a pair of black capri pants with a white knit top. The tight pants hugged my forty-five year old wife’s round ass and the top snugly fit her large breasts. Her blonde hair framed a pretty face with dancing blue eyes. Angela was wearing pair of tight white capri pants and a black swimsuit top that nicely showed off her breasts. She’d thrown a loose white cotton shirt over the top. Unlike my conservatively dressed Sally, she looked like a woman on the prowl. She’d had trouble meeting anyone since her divorce, primarily because most single men weren’t interested in a forty-something woman with a child. Certainly it wasn’t because she wasn’t attractive. Angela was a cute little package, with shoulder-length brown hair, nice legs and a compact little ass. Her breasts weren’t as large as Sally’s but they were ample enough.

Hot Drive Home

I live in a very rural area about 30 miles from where I work. Consequently, I have to drive on a rural two lane highway for 25 of those miles. While driving home from work one day, I found myself following a fairly new pick-up truck. It was one of the kinds that have the sliding rear window, and that window was open.

At first, I thought there were only two guys in the truck, and maybe they were a little drunk. The truck was staying very close to the center line of the highway, and even crossed it a couple of times. As it turns out, there were more than two guys in the truck, and drink was not the reason for the driver’s poor skills.

Just as I had decided to try to pass the truck, a brunette female head appeared from in the direction of the driver’s lap. As she sat up, I could see that her arms and shoulders were bare. Her short brunette hair whipped in the breeze through the open window, and she shook her head to get the hair out of her eyes. She then turned her attention to the passenger, leaning toward him and, I assume, fishing his cock out of his pants.

She turned to look out the back window at me, then she disappeared again, this time in the direction of the passenger’s lap. I watched the back of the man in the passenger’s seat, and it appeared she was doing a good job on him. I saw the driver’s arm leave the steering wheel, and move in the woman’s direction. Soon her bare leg appeared out the back window. The driver had obviously gotten the woman to spread her legs so he could pet her pussy.

About a minute later, the leg went back into the window, and the girl’s upper body appeared. Evidently standing on her knees, and facing the passenger, I could tell she was at least topless. Her perky breasts were quite visible to me just a few feet behind them. I soon discovered she was completely nude, as she got up and straddled the passenger.