It was the usual crowd at my boating club's Halloween party. They're a fun group of people though many are getting on in years. I'm usually one of the youngest men at these gatherings. Yesterday was no different. As the afternoon darkened to dusk, the outdoor festivities were in full swing. The winner of this year's costume contest was a new member, Ashley, a blond in her mid-forties, wearing a Supergirl outfit. Beneath a flowing cape, the shiny blue and red spandex of her outfit clung to her shapely body, leaving very little to the imagination. What was especially noticeable was, she wasn't wearing a bra. This observation was not lost on any of the men, young or old. The cool Florida breeze blowing off the water caused her nipples to stand at attention.
The club had recently made a push to invite and recruit new members, a younger crowd so the club could live on for years to come. This was Ashley's first event. Her husband, Charlie, is twenty-five years older. I thought to myself, 'Why would this hot woman be with a man old enough to be her father?'. After mingling with a few members, I overheard some of the women gossiping. Apparently, everyone seems to know Charlie was worth a fortune. They all believed that Ashley was just after his wealth. It amazed me how they just assumed it was about money. I spoke up.
"You're all just jealous because she looks so seductive in her costume. Has anyone spoken to her? I have. She seems to be a very intelligent and interesting person. You should all be ashamed of yourselves." Mouths opened, no one responded as I walked away. I guess they were intimidated by her youth and beauty.
As I mingled around the patio, I made my way over to Charlie. I hadn't had an opportunity to speak with him before. He seemed like a nice-enough guy, a retired New York City firefighter. His past profession seemed to have affected his health as he got older. Being native New Yorkers, we had much in common. He was at the World Trade Center on 9/11. I'm sure he had hundreds of fascinating stories, but I didn't press him. I could tell it was too emotional for him. After several minutes, I excused myself and walked away. Charlie was too depressing for me.
I went to the bar and ordered a bourbon and Ashley stepped up to the bar next to me. She was still in her costume and I noticed a hint of her vanilla scent. That aroma drives me crazy- I love it. I could feel my cock thicken. With drink in hand, I walked toward the dock where my boat is moored. I was going to light a cigar and enjoy the night air. She followed me.
Pointing to my boat she said, "Is this yours?"
"Sure is. She's my baby. I bought her when I sold my company."
"It is big. Do you live aboard or is it just your fun place?"
"I spend as much time as I can aboard. Just my fun place I guess. It's a lot of work keeping her in tip-top shape. It has a comfortable living area, a full galley and two staterooms."
"I'm impressed. How about a tour?"
I hardly knew this woman but didn't want to come across as rude. I motioned yes and held her by the arm to help her step aboard. The cabin lights were off. Only the deck lights were dimly lit. She walked slowly into the cabin letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.
As I walked toward the light switch, she grabbed my arm. "No, don't turn on the lights."
I was puzzled. "What, why?"
"I don't want anyone to see us through the windows here alone."