I invite some hot college babes to party on my boat.
47. Willow And Dakota (Intro) -- Party Time
I had met a horny twat while on anchor going up the east coast of Florida. She had an oral fixation but she also liked her pussy and ass pounded. I had buried my cock in both bottom holes and received two of the most delightful, intense blowjobs of my life.
Now it was past noon and time to move on. Leaving so late in the day meant that I wouldn't get very far. I hoisted the anchor and motored back into the "ditch" as the Intracoastal Waterway is affectionately called. Once underway, I checked my charts looking for my next stopping point. There was a marina ahead, and, with no delays, I could make it by sundown.
Along the way, there were several inlets from the ocean to the "ditch". The ditch is just a dredged waterway between the mainland and the outer barrier islands. These inlets were either too shallow for my 5 foot draft or they had fixed bridges too low for my 60 foot mast.
Clustered around these inlets were usually groups of teenagers in small ski boats. Hunky young dudes and hot, young, nearly naked babes. Each ski boat would speed around towing an inner tube trying to spill the rider into the water. They were always successful. And the girls would surface squealing because they lost their bikini top, the bottom, or both. Fun to watch.
But dangerous, as well. Boats, as you know, don't have brakes. It takes several hundred yards for my 40 footer to slow to a stop, hard in reverse. These kids were dashing about in their ski boats, into and out of the dredged ditch, beside and in front of me. Several times, a rider would fall off directly in front of me. I can't stop and I can't steer around them. I have to stay in the ditch or I'll run aground. Fortunately, I haven't run over one yet but it's been close.
Then there were long stretches of boring undeveloped land, just scrub and marsh. Occasionally a small cluster of shanties would appear on the banks, each with their small dock, small fishing boat and various nets and crab traps strewn around the yard.
As I got closer to my target marina, I called ahead and reserved a transient slip for the night. Upon arriving, I motored to the fuel dock to check in. A couple of college aged lookers grabbed my lines and secured me to the dock. It's always a bonus when hot young babes bend at the waist to tie my boat to the dock cleat. Their nubile, tight little bottoms are superior eye candy. It's customary to give dockhands tips. The hotter the body, the more I tip.
In the office was a grumpy old man in charge. He took my money and gave some curt instructions. "Your slip's on dock three. Water and power there. No open fires. And keep your fucking hands off my daughter and niece. They're not part of the deal." Well ... Alrighty then!
Back outside I asked the girls if they would catch my lines at my slip. "Absolutely! We'd love to! Which dock?"
They untied me and I motored to my slip. Once they had me secured in my slip, they hesitated, waiting for their tip. "Hang on, girls. I have to get my wallet from below. Why don't you sit in the cockpit for a minute. It's late and hot. Can I get you a cold drink?" They looked at each other, smiled broadly at me and climbed aboard.
I emerged from down below with three cold beers and two fifty dollar bills. When I handed them their generous tip, they again looked at each other. A surprised look and some giggles was my reward. We popped our beers open and relaxed.
The girls were college age. Both very attractive, both sporting rockin' hot bodies, long hair and faces that needed no makeup. "I'm Sailor. Thanks for helping with my lines. I'm all alone and some extra hands come in handy. What are your names?"
"I'm Willow and this is Dakota. And thank you for such a generous tip. We've been saving up to buy some concert tickets and this put us over the top!" She took a sip of her beer and gave me a very appreciative look. Dakota was simply staring at me as she had been right along. I began to wonder if I had a booger hanging out of my nose or something.
"Glad I could help underwrite your music education. But tell me, what's there to do around here for an old geezer like me? I hate just sitting on my boat getting wasted all alone. It's so much more fun with company."
They did that mysterious female talk with no words thing, talking to each other with just a look. Dakota finally spoke up. "So when you say getting wasted, just what do you mean?"
"Let me show you. A picture is worth a thousand words. Follow me." I took them below and they acted like they had never seen the inside of a boat before. Maybe they hadn't.
"Willow! Look! He's got a bathroom and a kitchen! It's just like home."
"Da-ko-ta! See over there?" Willow was pointing at my booze locker. "Against the wall behind the bed. Look at all the fucking booze he's got!"
"It gets better, girls." I opened the freezer and brought out my stash of weed. I had close to four ounces and assorted paraphernalia for using it. You could have blown them over with a feather. Their pretty faces lit up as they stared open mouthed at each other, then back to my stash, then back at each other again.
Suddenly, you could feel the vibe change dramatically. All of a sudden the age gap was no longer an issue. I was now an accepted one. A direct conduit to booze and pot.
"So, girls. I'll ask again. What's there to do around here for an old geezer like me?" Willow put her arm through mine and looked up at me with a 'come hither' expression.
"I'm certain that we can figure something out to keep you entertained, Sailor. Would it be okay if we came back later? Say, sevenish? And could we, maybe, bring a friend or two?"
"I was advised by the grump in the office that you two were off limits. I'm not looking to stir up any trouble."
Willow confidently replied "Oh, don't worry about him, Sailor. That's my dad. I assure you that his bark is much worse than his bite. As long as Dakota is here, you won't have any trouble."
I turned toward Dakota who was still staring intently at me. "What's so special about you, Dakota? He's your uncle, right?"
"Yeah, uncle slash lover. When uncle Tim's wife died a few years back, my mom, that's his sister, and I tried to console him. One thing led to another and now we're both fucking him. He won't do anything to jeopardize access to his nieces pussy. And mouth. Oh, yeah. And ass." Willow and Dakota shared a laugh. The whole time she was telling me her story she kept her stare fixated on me.
"My goodness! That's some heavy shit there, girls. So, if it's okay with Tim, I'd love to entertain you. Just don't bring too many friends along. I like to keep my 'getting wasted' times somewhat under control."
After they left I made some food, then rolled several joints in preparation for the nights activities. Afterwards, I grabbed a beer and relaxed in the cockpit. Along about 7:30 I saw Willow and Dakota waltzing down the dock. They were jovial, laughing and carrying on, a spring in their step. They had two others in tow. A tall, leggy girl and a geeky looking guy.
"Come aboard the Love Boat. Welcome. I'm Sailor. Who are your friends?"
Willow took the lead again. "These are our friends Abby and Chris. We went to high school together and now we're all at different colleges."
Abby was tall, long hair framing a narrow, yet pleasing face. She was a beanpole, no real boobs, no shape to her body. Just a straight shot from her shoulders to her toes. Her legs were skinny and seemed to go on forever. Chris was very average, just a geeky guy. Glasses, short hair, a few pimples still. Tee shirt on, so no pocket protector. The definition of nerd.
"Well, welcome to all. Let's get this shindig rolling." I pulled out a joint, lit it and passed it to Chris after inhaling a lung full. "What are you guys in the mood for from the bar? I have beer, a variety of liquor or I can whip up a blender full of 'you name it'."
Dakota and Abby opted for daiquiris, Willow wanted "some liquor, something strong" and nerdy Chris asked for a beer. While I was below playing bartender, I heard music from topside. The kids had fired up a Bluetooth speaker and were going through their most recent playlist, chatting excitedly about the songs and flipping to the next song every few seconds. I didn't recognize a single song.
With drinks in play I fired up another joint and passed it around. The girls were giggling and talking about stuff that was totally foreign to me. Chris would interject randomly. I sat, nursing my scotch, enjoying the view of these hot women. My mind was more focused on how I was going to get one or more of them in the sack. I noticed that Dakota was keeping an eye on me. She kept stealing glances my way. At times I'd catch her just staring at me.
It came time for more drinks. As a distraction, I passed around another joint as I gathered their glasses for round number two. "Hey, Abby. Would you mind helping me?"
Abby came below with me, looking around. "Oh, this is nice down here. A bathroom, a kitchen, a bed. You're all set."
"To be honest, Abby, I'm not all set. Yes, I have a nice boat with a bed and everything. But do you know how lonely it gets? I desperately miss having a warm, live body to touch."
"What about your wife? Where's she?"
"Sadly, I'm a widower, Abby. All alone. Just me. As you can imagine, I masturbate a lot."
"I'm sorry about your wife. But I guess masturbating is better than nothing." She stepped closer putting her hand on my shoulder. "I'm gonna guess, just an educated guess now, that if you play your cards right, you might end up with a warm, live body to touch tonight."
"Abby, you're kind to say that. But I'm gonna guess that you're wrong. I mean, what are the chances that any one of you smoking hot college girls would have any interest in someone my age? Pretty darn slim. The only chance I'd have with any of you is if someone got blackout drunk. And then, I'm guessing again, the others would protect her.
"I just don't see it in the cards. But that's alright, Abby. The scenery is certainly nice to look at and, when you leave tonight, I'll just take matters into my own hands, if you catch my drift" winking at her.
She had a twinkle in her eye as she leaned down and planted a kiss on my cheek. "We'll see, Sailor. We'll see."