The Barkeep And The Model Pt 05

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My crew wouldn't show up for a few more hours since Xanthe and I had risen so early. I took a shower and shaved then brewed a second cup of coffee and flipped on the tv. Watching tv is a rare occurrence for me and I don't even have cable or satellite. I do have a wifi streaming service called philo - over seventy networks for only $20 per month. It's cheap because I don't get any of the three major over the air networks or sports channels, but the bar downstairs subscribes to those. I don't watch much sports personally but if there's a major game or big rivalry I'll usually keep at least one eye on it.

I did download the local stations' apps so i could watch the weather and major news. I opened the app for one of those and caught the morning news. Traffic in the city was a mess as usual, even though it was Sunday. At least the weather was supposed to be sunny and warm. After only fifteen minutes I closed the app and turned off the tv, unable to concentrate on anything. Thoughts of Xanthe consumed my mind.

I was falling in love with her. I wanted her to move in with me - crazy since we'd only met two days ago. I'd never felt this way about any woman, and certainly not this quickly. I'm normally very decisive and sure of myself but now I had no idea how to proceed.

At eleven I went downstairs and helped the crew prep for opening. We'd have a post-church lunch rush followed by the sports fans wanting to watch the games being televised today. Once we opened the doors and customers started trickling in I played the host, greeting those I knew which were the majority. We chatted like old friends, catching up on work and family events, talking about planned or recent vacations, and the like. I was deliberately attempting to distract myself from thinking about Xanthe. I wasn't successful.

My phone buzzed around twelve-thirty and I saw Xanthe's name pop up on the screen. I headed back to the elevator for privacy as I clicked the green button. "Hey gorgeous. How's the paper coming?"

"I'm done so I thought I'd see if the sexiest man I know might be available," she replied.

"Well, if he isn't let me know and I'll free up my afternoon. Did you have something specific in mind?"

"I do. A friend has a boat she keeps at the marina on the lake. She wasn't planning on using it today so I asked if I could borrow it. I thought we could pack a picnic lunch and do some cruising."

"Sounds great. I'll have the kitchen whip something up and swing by your place to pick you up," I told her.

"Great! Let me know when you head this way, hon. Bye for now!"

I stopped in the kitchen to tell the chef what I needed then headed upstairs to change into shorts and grab my sunscreen, hat, and towels. The kitchen had our picnic ready and even found a basket to pack it in. I texted Xanthe that I was on my way and went out the back door to my car.

She opened her front door before I'd even knocked, clearly having been standing right there, probably peering through the security peephole for me. "Hey sexy!" she greeted me.

"Hi beautiful! Are we ready to go?"

"Yup," she replied as she reached down and grabbed a beach tote. She wore tight white shorts that perfectly highlighted her gorgeous butt. Her sleeveless top was also white but wrapped with blue and yellow stripes, each about four inches wide. She'd pulled her hair back into a ponytail, fastened with a blue scrunchie.

After she closed and locked the door I escorted her to my car, opening the passenger door for her then closing it after she slid onto the seat. I walked around and got into the driver's seat then fired up the engine. "Which marina?" I asked.

"The one at the south end of the lake, off Highway 197," she said as I drove off.

"So, you're happy with your paper?"

"Yes, very much so. I reread it this morning then tweaked a few little points, and I believe I've built an effective case for a new theory I have."

"Cool. Finger's crossed your professor feels the same," I encouraged her.

When we arrived at the marina and found a parking spot, she led me to a trim 20-foot Ski Nautique. "Very nice," I told her.

"Becky is a ski freak. I'm surprised she isn't out here today but apparently she had some family commitment. She usually skis just about every weekend," she explained. "Do you ski?"

"I haven't skied in nearly ten years but I'm pretty sure I remember how. Did you want to ski today?"

"Not really but I'll pull you if you want," she offered.

"Let's save the workout for another time. I'd rather cruise around for a while and hopefully find a nice spot to drop anchor and have our picnic," I said.

"I know just the place if it isn't too crowded. Do you want to pilot?"

"Sure." I set about doing all the mandatory checks to ensure the boat was ready to go then fired the engine and tossed off the stern line while she did the same at the bow. I barely eased the throttle forward, knowing the engine had 450 horsepower and that the marina was a no-wake zone. Once clear, I pushed the throttle further open and the agile little boat leapt out of the water before planing nicely.

Xanthe stood behind my helm seat and directed our route by stretching her arm over my shoulder and pointing. When I was on the path she wanted both hands rested on my shoulders. Just her touch was stirring activity in my shorts despite my best efforts to prevent it.

I'd never been this far north on the lake and so I was mildly surprised to see a small island ahead. Xanthe leaned down and put her mouth next to my ear to counter the wind and engine noises. "Circle around the right side, please." I nodded and turned the wheel to ensure we'd stay well out from the island since I had no idea how deep the water closer in might be, or if there were hidden dangers.

Once we circled around Xanthe reached up and pushed the throttle to slow. The boat settled in as she said "You can beach us on that little patch of sand. We're in luck - no-one else is here right now." I followed her instructions, gassing the throttle briefly just before we reached land, so the boat would ride up onto the beach. I killed the engine as Xanthe went to the bow and jumped down onto the sand, carrying her tote and holding the bowline.

I grabbed the picnic basket and my towels and followed her as she pulled the line up to a tree and fastened it to ensure the boat wouldn't drift away. "I love this spot," she said. "Becky showed it to me a while back and I've always wanted to have a picnic here. Just had to wait until I found someone to picnic with." Stepping over to stand right in front of me she put her hands on the back of my neck and pulled me down to kiss.

As we laid on the warm sand and continued to kiss I felt myself begin to grow and harden. When it reached full size Xanthe obviously felt it as well, She pressed her hips forward and began to grind her sex against mine, slowly and sensuously.

"If you keep that up I'm going to need clean boxers which I didn't bring," I teased.

"We can't have that, now can we?" She replied as her fingers found and quickly undid the button on my shorts and unzipped the fly. Sitting up, she grabbed my shorts and pulled them down along with my boxers after I lifted my butt off the sand to give her room. She pushed me onto my back then stood, quickly dropping her shorts, revealing she'd gone commando.

Xanthe straddled my hips and rubbed her already wet lower lips up and down the length of my hard on. Then she lifted herself up and grabbed my cock, placing the tip at her opening. She stared into my eyes as she teased by holding just the head inside her warm, wet, and deliciously soft pussy.

"Take me, please," I begged. She smiled seductively and slowly lowered herself until my entire length was encased inside her. She rode me slowly, lifting herself up and nearly off me before lowering back down. Each time she reached bottom she rubbed her clit back and forth against my pubic bone, causing her pussy to tremble and squeeze me.

"I'm close, hon," she declared.

"That's good because it sounds like we're about to have company," I replied grinning. While there were always boats cruising the lake, I was certain I heard one nearing our little beach.

Xanthe sped up her movements bringing me to the brink. "Now," I told her as I began filling her pussy with my cum. The feel of my warm seed exploding inside her pushed her over the edge and we came together.

Hearing the boat engine drop to an idle meant they were about to beach. Xanthe quickly hopped off me and pulled her shorts back on as I did the same. No sooner were we respectable again than another couple appeared and said "Hi! Okay if we share the island?"

"Of course," Xanthe replied. "We were just about to have a picnic. Would you care to join us?"

"Thanks but no. We brought our own," the woman said as she and her man spread out a large beach towel and pulled their meals out of a tote.

Xanthe and I grinned at one another as we spread our own towel as far from the other couple as the small beach would allow. Opening the picnic basket I discovered that Chef had prepared a bountiful charcuterie platter. An array of genoa salami, pancetta, prosciutto and ham was complimented by at least five types of cheese and a variety of crackers. Three bottles of red wine - a Sangiovese, Chianti, and Barolo - let us choose what we were in the mood for.

"The Barolo, please," Xanthe requested. "This one is still young enough to taste of berries and cherries."

"Wow, the young lady is a wine connoisseur. Beauty, intelligence, sexy, and knows wines! I need to rush out and buy a lottery ticket - this is clearly my lucky week!" I said.

I uncorked the wine and poured a glass for each of us. She picked up a piece of prosciutto and fed it to me. We took turns alternately feeding one another with occasional breaks to sip some wine. Somehow it wasn't nearly as sappy as it might sound. She shook her head 'no' when I attempted to feed her yet another piece so I ate it myself and we packed everything back into the basket. I'd only had the one glass of wine and while Xanthe had two she was nowhere near impaired.

After she boarded the boat I untied it and pushed it off the beach, jumping up onto the front and pulling myself in. Xanthe fired up the engine and backed the boat away from the island and around to head towards the marina. Then she moved aside so I could motor us back. It had been a wonderful afternoon and the unexpected sex was merely the icing on the cake.