True story: Boating Fun – by T. Foxal. Taking Tracy for a boat ride and then her sister a few weeks later. Thought I would share an adeventure with you that happened years ago. In Fact, before I met my wife. I can still remember it though.

True story: Boating Fun – Part 1

by T. Foxal

Genres: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Male/Female, Oral Sex

Back before I met my wife, Carol in 1978, and this is a year before that, my buddy Ron and I bought used boat. It was a 1962 22 foot Chris Craft. A wooden boat with a 120 hp outboard on it. We only paid $800 for it. We wanted to buy new, but both of our father’s talked us into a used one, in case we didn’t like the boating world. Father’s. They ain’t so dumb.

We bought the thing at the beginning of May in ‘77. We had some work to do to get it sea worthy, so we worked daily on it, and in two weeks, we had it up and running. Even found a dock too so we wouldn’t have to trailer it every time.

Now Ron and I were good friends for ages and also good friends with Mitch, and we 3 always traveled together, so Mitch was with us when we went out on the boat. When not boating, we usually gravitated to Mitch’s house. He had cool parents that pretty much left us alone, so we just hung out there quite a lot.

I should say that at the time, I was 21, Ron was 20, and Mitch was 19. Mitch also had a sister, Jeanie, who was 17. Ron had the hots for her and I know was seeing her on the side.

Mitch also had a couple of cousin’s, Tracy, and Vicky. They too, were always over there. Tracy was 24, married to this real asshole, who’s name was also Tracy, but spelled Trace. He was a truck driver, and gone a lot during the week. He also treated Tracy like dirt too, like he owned her.

Tracy always liked to flirt with me, but not when asshole was around. If she had, he probably would have hit her. He’s just that type of person. I would say man, but any guy that hits a woman, is no man in my book. But when she flirted, I would flirt back, and always told her, “One time with me, and you would be kicking him to the curb”, and then we both would laugh.

A week after Memorial day, I was over at Mitch’s, and Tracy was there with her two kids. We were sitting out back watching the kids play, and she asked, “So when are you taking me out for a boat ride Sweetie?”

Now Tracy is “OK” looking, not a knockout, but she is kind of plain, with a halfway decent body. 5’ 6, maybe 130 lbs. Brown hair and eyes, and I would say 34 B, maybe C cup breast. One thing she did have was a great ass, and knew it too. She caught me on many occasions looking at her ass.

“I don’t know, when are you free?”, I asked. Tracy laughed and said, “I’m never free Sweetie, but for you, I may be nice and let you get off without paying.”

So the flirting banter went back and forth for a bit, then I told her I was off in two days, my day off from work. She said she could get a babysitter, and her husband was in route to Georgia, so he wasn’t around. So we made plans to meet up at 10am, that Wednesday.

Before she left for the evening, she asked, “You aren’t just teasing me about Wednesday, are you?”

“Hell no. I’m not that much of a dick.” I said to her. “Good. I’m married to one. Swim attire I take for clothing?”

“Or nothing at all”, said, then we both laughed. “Shit Sweetie, I’ll wear something. I don’t want to scare you off, after seeing me naked.” Tracy then left, with the kids for home. Before she left, I told her how to get down to the dock area, since it was a tributary off of the main river, which leads to the Lake.

That Wednesday, I got down to the boat about 9:30, with just some soda’s and ice tea. We usually did not drink when driving the boat. Coast Guard kind frowns on that shit. That and pot.I got the cooler loaded in and made sure the rest of the boat looked presentable, especially the little cabin area. It wasn’t big, but could sleep two, easily. We had a tendency to throw junk down there.

Tracy showed up about 20 minutes later. She got out of her car and saw where I was and came walking down. She was wearing cut off jean shorts. You know the type, frayed on the pant legs, and were very short, and she was wearing a yellow t-shirt as well.

I helped her on board, and as she was stepping down, lost her footing and I caught her just in time. We both were holding each other tight, for a good 20 seconds, and she felt very nice. When she regained her balance, she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for catching her.

She had one of those big bags, that girls carry everything from the kitchen sink, to a wardrobe in. She asked where to set this down at, and I told her place it under the seat at the back. When she bent over, I had to stare at her ass, which both cheeks were showing now, and her yellow bikini she had under her shorts.

She turned her head around and caught me staring, as usual. “Like the view sailor?”

I chuckled and said, “Oh yeah. Much better than I am accustomed too on here”

After that, I got the boat going out to the lake. We cruised around the shoreline for a bit, and as we cruised, Tracy stood next to me, holding on to my one arm, as I drove. As we were motoring about, she sat down in the chair next to me, and shimmied out of her shorts, revealing the bikini bottoms, and then off with her shirt. Damn she looked good.

I told her to take the wheel, while I took off my shirt too. I was already in swim trunks. I let her drive for a while and she said let’s go way out and just sit around, so I can work on my tan and maybe swim. So I pointed to where we should go. About 20 minutes later, we were about 5 miles from shore, and not a soul in sight.

After stopping, I got out some beach towels, and ly them out, so she could lay down on the floor of the boat. I got her a soda and then she got out her lotions she wanted to use. She then lit up a cig, as I did too, and we sat back and relaxed.

We started talking about people we knew, and things we both liked. She told me all about her marriage, and how she is so depressed when she thinks about it.

“Why do you stay with him? He treats you and the kids like shit. And you don’t deserve that.”

“I wish I knew. I guess it’s because I don’t want to be alone and raise the kids on my own. I know he cheats on me, when he is on the road. So we don’t fuck much” she said.

She then pulled a joint out of her purse and asked if I minded. I looked around and said, sure, but hoped she didn’t have another. If caught with drugs, the Coast Guard will confiscate the boat.

As we shared the joint, she said, “You know, Vicky has the hots for you.” I laughed and said, “No Way”

“Oh yeah she does. Ask her out, and you will see. She tells me all the time how cute and sexy you are.”

Now her sister is 20, 5’4, 140 or 150 lbs., but not fat. If I had to think of someone, nowadays, that she looks like, I would say Amy Schumer, the comedian. Now her tits were twice the size of Tracy’s, and she was blond, with green eye’s. Very doable. But I knew she did have a boyfriend, or at least did, a few months ago.

Tracy then laid out on the towels and asked me to rub some lotion on her back and legs. Now being the gentleman that I am, how could I refuse. So I slowly rubbed the lotion on, starting at her shoulders, and slowly massaged it in. I could hear Tracy moaning a little bit, as I did this.

When I got to her legs, I started right at her butt cheek, and very slowly rubbed there, then worked down her one leg to her toes. Then started back up her other leg, massaging it the whole time. As my hands got closer to her thigh, she spread her legs a little wider.

My hand was now near her inner thigh, inching it’s way up, and close to her pussy. As my hand lightly brushed against her fabric, she let out a cooing sound, then said, “Oh god, this feels so good Sweetie”

She then turned over, looked me in the eye, then put her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her. My one leg was between her legs, and the top of my thigh directly on her mound. I could feel the wetness coming through her thin bikini bottom.

At the same time, she leaned up just a bit and kissed me. Her tongue parted my lips and we tasted each other’s tongues. As we kissed, her legs closed some, so they were tight around my leg, and she moaned as we kissed. The kiss was hot and passionate, and left no doubt what her intentions were right then.

We broke the kiss and she pushed me back some. Sat up and undid her top. As she did that, pushed my shorts down and revealed my hard cock to her, then quickly got the shorts off, even though I was in a kneeling position. She scooted her bottoms down too. Once they were off, I was looking at her pussy now, something I had only hoped to see one day.

Her mound was shaved for a bikini, and her brown hairs were cut short. She smiled when she saw me looking. “Like what you see now big guy?”

“Oh yeah Baby, I do. Damn you are sexy.” She did have a scar from a c-section with her second child, but it wasn’t that noticeable, and I really didn’t care at that point. My hand went right to the mound and lightly stroked it. Her hand reached over and grabbed my cock and lightly stroked it as well.

“Fuck baby, you have a nice cock. Lot’s bigger than A-holes, that’s for sure.”

I am not hung like a porn star, but it around 8 inches and thick like a banana, so she wasn’t getting short changed. She started moaning when I slipped a finger in her. With my other hand, I pushed on her shoulder, like asking her to lay back.

When she did, her knees were bent and spread her legs wide. I then moved between her legs, and leaned down, and started to kiss all around her pussy and thighs. I was intoxicated by the smell of her sex, and she was already quite wet too, because her labia was glistening in the sunlight.

I took my time eating her. I figured no rush and if this is a one time deal, I might as well make it pleasurable and long lasting. I loved eating pussy. It is my favorite thing to so. I was taught just a few years back by a couple that lived next door to another good friend of mine. They were swingers, and she taught me the art of eating a woman. Always had fun with them, back then.