We were exhausted, spent, and as we felt the waves gently rock the boat, we drifted off into a deep sleep.
After what seemed like hours, but was actually minutes, I woke up.
I laid there listening to your soft breathing. I slipped out of the to take a shower, and glanced back at you.
As you laid there naked , I took in your whole body...from your exotic purple hair to you tiny toes.
From top to bottom and then I focused on your wonderful pussy...every soft fold, your outer lips, inner lips and the little skin hood that I have to lift up when I lick your clit.
What a beautiful view...and I was getting hard again.
But I wanted to let you rest a while longer and we had time today with no immediate place to be.
I showered and slipped on my shorts, sandals and a tee shirt.
I went up to the helm, started the boat and shoved off from the dock.
The Keys have around 1200 Islands, with the large ones connected by U.S, Highway 1, stretching 120 miles from north to south.
By boat, you can travel on the Ocean Side , or cut over to the Bay side on what is called the Inter coastal.
I chose the later, as it is much more beautiful and a gentle, soothing ride...as you slide through the mangroves and see many more of the smaller isolated Islands with very private beaches.
I heard a stirring in the cabin below, then the water in the shower. When you joined me at the helm. I noticed you put on one of my tee shirts, the cooler breeze making your nipples pop out visible through the tee shirt...pert and at attention.
When you hopped up the the seat next to me...I saw you had left your panties off. I tried to keep my mind off your pussy.
We had a little time before we got to our next destination, and I wanted to hear your voice.
I felt you staring at my face, and I looked over at you. You smiled, and said I looked like Gregor Townsend...but with more hair.
I had no idea who he was, and asked if he was related to Peter Townsend from the WHO ...it made you giggle.
When I attempted to sing their Talking about Ma Ma Ma MY Generation you really started to laugh.
I had not heard you laugh, but hearing it now made me feel good.
When you explained that he was a Rugby coach from Scotland...I understood how silly I sounded.
I told you that I played football in School...until a broken hip ended that part of my life.
You went on to say that it was a very important day, as Scotland was playing France in the autumn nationals at Murrayfield.
I was dreaming of fucking you on a beach that day, but I knew a beautiful bar called Morada Bay, that had a terrific view.