I land in a backwoods, Florida marina, run by Florida Crackers. Get a toothless blowjob from an over the hill hillbilly whore.
Chapter 59:
A DIFFERENT KIND OF GUMMIES
59. In the morning, I visited the marina office. I thanked them for their very accommodating service. I made no mention of Jennifer's gender identity crisis, her impending surgeries nor the sex we had enjoyed last night. I simply thanked them, paid my bill, and left.
Back in the Intracoastal Waterway, I continued my journey northbound. As I was motoring along, bored shitless, I surfed the web on my phone. When I checked my email, I had a message from an old college buddy of mine. He was one of the six of us who had hung out together. They were planning a reunion of sorts although it wasn't any seminal year or anything. Just an impromptu get together to relive some fun times.
I emailed him back for particulars. It was planned for the following weekend in Atlanta. They were going to rent some suites at the upscale Ritz-Carlton. Arrive Friday evening, check out Sunday. "Count me in!" I replied.
This was Wednesday. If I could locate a fair sized marina near an airport by tonight, that would give me Thursday to get settled. I'd need to leave my boat there while I flew to Atlanta for our guy’s weekend. Searching marinas north of me, the closest one anywhere near an airport was Titusville. It was only about 30 miles from the Orlando Airport.
I could make it to Titusville if I hurried. I pushed the throttle forward, getting the RPMs up to the redline. I wasn't too worried about running my motor at full throttle all day long. My motor is a diesel Yanmar. These motors are desirable for inboard boats because they are well built and, as one mechanic told me, "they like to be used and abused. They are designed to run at high RPM for hours on end. Very reliable and trustworthy." Mine has been run at high RPM for 10 hours straight with no ill effects.
I called ahead to one marina looking for a transient slip. They were booked solid. Damn. Called another, same thing. Shit. My charts showed an open public anchorage right across from the downtown area. But I was leery of leaving my boat for several days in public and with the possibility of dragging anchor I ruled that out. I tried yet a third marina. I struck paydirt! Yes, they had a slip available. Next, I went online and booked a flight from Orlando to Atlanta and back. One hour flight.
With all the pieces in place, I relaxed at the helm. My mind waffled around, touching on recent events. I wondered how my initial mom/daughter passengers, Pam and Christy, were doing. I imagined that the landlord had a permanent, satisfied smile from regular visits to Pam's outrageous, oversized cunt and clueless Christy's tender, sweet holes. I visualized Sonya's set up and wondered if she had any new BDSM toys. And I imagined how Vista was getting along. I envisioned that she was coming to terms with the fact that her new master was boning all the hotties he employed. Kinda surprised I hadn't heard from her and relieved that the 'siren' hadn't gone off yet.
Toward the late afternoon, I was approaching Titusville. I radioed ahead and touched base with the marina. They gave me helpful directions directly to my slip once inside the marina. They had dockhands to catch my lines, a nice service.
As I slowly pulled into my slip, a pair of dockhands was waiting. As I threw my lines ashore, I saw that one was a middle-aged man, the other a middle-aged woman. Once secure I stepped off onto the dock and greeted them. "Hi! I'm Sailor. Thanks for the hand."
"Part of the deal, Sailor. I'm Samantha, and don't never call me Sam." She threw back her shoulders and thrust her rack out, pointing to her boobs. "See? I got these. Ain't no Sam feller got tits like these! Oh, and this is my ex-husband, Percy. Don't pay him no attention, though. He's a worthless piece of trash." I glanced at Percy who just hung his head in shame. She continued "Welcome to our cornucopia of delights."
At this point Percy shuffled off to the office his head bowed down. She yelled after him "An' don't forget to switch on power out here - don't fuck it up you dumbass!" She then went on to explain the basics, the rules. When I had heard enough, I interrupted "Excuse me, Samantha but I have to tell you what a lovely marina you have. And I owe you, and Percy, a tip for your kindness helping me dock. Why don't we go aboard, and I'll find my wallet."
For middle-age, Samantha was on the downhill side. She kept her hair long, past her shoulders, dyed medium brown to cover the gray. Her hair color was nearly the tone of her skin, a rich brown patina aged and nurtured by the sun over many decades, wrinkled with time. She had rather dull, sullen brown eyes, hard to distinguish pupil from iris. You could tell that years ago she had a slender, pretty face. Now, her jowls gave away her age. Bosoms were large and suspended in a true stand up bra, standing up like soldiers waiting commands. She had a narrow pelvis overshadowed by the belly roll and extended love handles. Her thighs were pressed together and had cellulose marks. Altogether, not a fetching beauty.
We climbed aboard and I invited her below. "It's nearly 5 o'clock Samantha. And part of my tip is to offer you a cocktail. I'm having scotch. May I offer you a drink?"
"Got any moonshine, Captain?"
I laughed. "Sorry. Fresh out of moonshine. Know where I can get some?"
"Fuck yeah, dipshit! Right fucking here! Got two, maybe three cases tucked away. Want some?"
"Hell yeah, bitch! I'll hit you up before I leave. For now, I'll get you something close." I poured a full tumbler of gin, no ice, and handed it to her. She grabbed it and tossed half down in one shot. She swiped her forearm across her lips and said "That ain't no moonshine but it sure ‘nuf taste good."
I grabbed my wallet and found a C note. I extended it to her, and she recoiled. "No, Captain! I don't do it that way. You can't pay me for sex. No, no. That's not how I work. My sex is free."
"I'm not looking for sex, Samantha. This is just a tip to you and Percy for catching my lines. Here, take it, please."
She looked at me dumbfounded. With wide open eyes she shouted "A hun'red dollars! A hun'red fucking dollars! Are you shittin' me?" She looked up at me, the smile enveloping her entire face. "Wow!" as she threw her arms around my neck and smothered me with kisses.
When she was done, she held the bill in one hand and grabbed her drink in the other. As she slumped down on the settee, she drained the second half of her gin while holding the note in front of her staring at it. I took her glass and refilled it. Again, a full glass of straight gin.
"Do you know how much this will do for me? This is money from heaven. Sit down, Sailor. I gotta tell you this." I sat and endured her story. Percy's family (old Florida Crackers) had owned the marina. She married Percy, caught him with a bimbo, saw dollar signs in the marina, divorced Percy. She had the better attorney and was awarded half the marina and the right to live there, rent free, for life.
"This hun'red dollars is gonna buy me some long missed happiness! Might even be enough to convince Marvin to fuck me. Been after his ass for I don't know how long. Sweet Jesus!"
She paused to guzzle another half glass of gin, wiping her lips on her arm. "Now look here, Sailor man. You're the one that brung this gift unto me, so you shall be rewarded. I want you to pull your weasel out while I find somewhere to put my teeth." Not seeing anywhere convenient, she swallowed the rest of the gin and plopped her false teeth into the glass. "There. Now get your goddamn snake out and let's see what we're dealin' with. Hurry up, cowboy! Time's awastin'!"
Startled is an understatement. And I wasn't certain I wanted a gum job from this fading whore. I stalled and reached for my drink. Samantha had other ideas. Impatient, she lurched forward and grabbed my belt buckle. After some fumbling and a few "Oh, shit", "come on motherfucker", "asshole" protestations, she succeeded. She fished out my soft meat. "Damn! This pig's ready for slaughter. He's a fat boy. Now come on, dickhead! You gotta stand up and bring him closer. He'p me now. Bring him to me." She yanked on my dick a few times.
She actually did a pretty decent job. She'd only take the first 4 or 5 inches in, but she used her toothless gums to an advantage. She'd alternate between her tongue and her bottom gum against my frenulum. It was an interesting sensation, I must admit. And she let me hold her head and pump her mouth endlessly.
I had to keep my eyes closed as I fucked her mouth. I needed to see images of my cock sliding in and out of a young, pretty face, not Samantha's worn out visage. I pumped faster until my body took over. Cum shot into her mouth, over and again. She gagged slightly and quickly swallowed.
"Where's that fucking moonshine I was drinkin'? Quick, captain, git me some. I need a drink quick! Gotta wash that splooge down with sumpin'." I poured yet another full glass of gin, no ice, for her. She wrenched the glass from my hand and downed half of it.
"There. That's better. Now I better git back and separate Percy from that skank whore he's got livin' with us. She'd fuck a donkey or a light pole. Don't matter to her. Thank you, kindly, mister ... uh, what was your name again? Salesman or sumpin' like that? Now he'p me get up" as she reached her arm up for assistance.
"It was a pleasure to have you aboard, Samantha. And remember. Save one of those bottles of moonshine for me, OK?"
"I will, I will. Don't you worry none about that. And don't say nutin' to Percy about this, any of this. 'Specially the money. He don't need to know nuthin' 'bout that. You hear?"
"My lips are sealed, Samantha. I assure you."
I helped her up the companionway steps and off to the dock. She was a tad unsteady from all the gin she imbibed. As she teetered down the dock, weaving from side to side, she called back "you've got a nice cock, I may be back for more."