Striding away purposefully, Donna's graceful figure receded from view as she walked from the dock through the parkway along the harbor. I watched her beautiful butt sway lazily until her form became obscured by the trees in the nearby park.
'Did she always walk like that,' I wondered, 'or did she know I would be watching her until she was out of my sight?'
Back on my boat, I reflected on the incredible weekend I had shared with her to that point. As satisfied as I felt, my cock stirred in anticipation of seeing her again that evening.
I stowed her bikini after breathing in one more scent of her thong. The lake had washed it, but I could still detect the faint musky aroma of her arousal. I smiled to myself and looked forward to being with her again later, providing that the little plan we hatched would come to fruition.
I ducked my head into the cabin. The steamy scent of our sex had all but dissipated on the trip back, but I opened the side hatches to make sure. No more than a few minutes later, my buddies called from the dock entrance, so I walked over and ushered them in.
"Right on time!" I welcomed them cheerfully as I swung open the gate. They greeted me and thanked me for the invitation.
Once we boarded the boat, I stowed the cooler they had brought, and asked, "Ready to get under way?"
"Aye aye, Captain!" they said in unison.
I fired up the engine and released the moorings, and we headed out toward Lake Michigan. As we cruised out of the harbor we fell into easy conversation.
Brian asked me how the week had been going so far, "Has it been boring out here all by yourself?"
"Not too bad," I fibbed. "I always manage to entertain myself."
Dan took the opportunity to dish out a dig. He made a whacking off motion and said, "I'll bet you and your left hand got along swell."
"We always do!" I laughed and added, "Just like we're on a honeymoon!"
We continued with lewd and crude guy talk and cruised around Lake Michigan as the sun began to dip behind the skyscrapers of Chicago. After a while, we entered the locks and watched with wonder at the monumental engineering feat that lowered us six feet down to the river's level. When the inner gates opened and the lock tender's horn blew, we tooled out of the locks and into the Chicago River.
The guys were in awe of the tall buildings flanking us on each bank and the many ornate bridges we cruised under. We shared a few adult beverages and worked our way up around Goose Island, then back to our dinner destination at the City Tavern along the Chicago River Walk.
I glided up to the pier and a dock boy jumped up to catch the ropes that Brian and Dan tossed him. He deftly tied us off and I tipped him on our way off the boat and to the nearby tables.
Seated at a waterside table, my friends perused the menu while I scanned the area looking for my girl. The guys and I had just ordered our second round of drinks and placed our orders for steaks, when I noticed my sexy Donna strolling along the highest terrace, even with the street. She was accompanied by a curvaceous brunette that I knew must be her friend, Brenda.
'One of my buddies may be in for a real treat,' I thought.
I surreptitiously watched them over Dan's shoulder as they descended to the table area. Donna caught my eye and winked quickly before pretending not to see me.
I watched her motioning to the hostess. She seemed to be asking if they could sit at one of the tables near us and I covertly watched as she gracefully lowered her sweet derriere onto a seat not far from our table. I also got a nice eyeful of Brenda's ample and shapely butt as she took her seat facing away from me.
The girls were decked out in little black dresses and looked like they were ready to break some hearts that night. Whether I had already known her or not, Donna would have captured my attention. Her pinned-up hair highlighted her graceful neck, and I momentarily became lost in thoughts of kissing her there.
She caught my eye as I stared at her, fantasizing about her. She briefly smiled back before lowering her eyes shyly. She squirmed in her seat and glanced at me once more before returning her attention to her friend.
I wondered if she was getting wet between her legs due to our mutual desire. I guessed she was, because I was swelling to hardness just looking at her and had to squirm in my seat, too.
Brenda was quite an eyeful herself. A little taller than Donna and bigger all the way around, she had a voluptuousness about her that oozed sexuality. Her LBD showed quite a bit more cleavage than Donna's version, and it hugged her hourglass figure nicely.
Donna and I exchanged more furtive glances throughout the meal, and tiny smiles, too, but we both tried to remain attentive to our dinner partners. So far, our little plan was falling into place. We were seated with our respective guests at tables not far from each other.
The steaks and sides soon came, which were delicious. Then, another round of refreshments, followed by another. The guys were in a partying kind of mood it seemed, and the conversation was light and full of laughs. The time was nearing when Donna and I would hatch the next part of our little escapade.
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Donna had told me earlier that day at breakfast that her friend, Brenda, had split up with her husband the prior year, and predicted that Brenda would be even hornier than her usual self this evening, which was always horny.
She added that her friend was basically a nymphomaniac, which was probably why her first marriage hadn't lasted. She also advised me that Brenda had met her own husband, Gerald, so she would have to act like she didn't know me when she was with Brenda. She confided that, as much as she loved her dear old friend from college, Brenda was exhausting to be around.
"Every time we've gone out," Donna told me over coffee after breakfast that morning, "she has put pressure on me to pick up some guy and go home with him so that she didn't have to feel bad about leaving me to go off and do the same thing!"
"Really?" I mused.
"Yeah. I would play along and flirt with the wing man of whomever she set her sights on, but that always put me in an awkward position when I had to let the poor guy down after Brenda took off with her latest prey to go fuck his brains out."
"And how about you? You never went home with a guy yourself?"
"I honestly never felt the urge," she said quietly. "And if I did, I never acted upon it." Then she placed her hands over mine at our table and added, "Until last night, with you, that is."
Hearing about Brenda's many sexploits, and knowing what horn dogs my buddies were, helped us to conceive this crazy scheme. If it worked, she and I would be free to be with each other much earlier that evening, our mutual ulterior motive.
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I broke from my reverie of that morning's conversation with Donna, to hear the punch line of some dirty joke Brian was telling. Dan was howling with laughter. I had no idea what Brian had said.
I changed the subject and grabbed their attention by saying, "Hey guys, don't turn around, but I think I know one of the ladies seated at a table nearby."
Dan stole a peek anyway and Brian leaned in toward me, saying "Do tell, do tell."
"I'm pretty sure I went to high school with her," I fibbed, per the plan I had made with Donna. "Dang, boys, she was hot then, but she's even hotter now!"
"Which one?" Dan asked quietly, "the blonde or the brunette. They're both pretty hot."
Brian clumsily pretended to drop his spoon and snuck a peek as he retrieved it.
"You can say that again," he said as he returned to his seat. "Especially the brunette! Did you see the tits on that one?"
"The blonde is the one I know," I told them.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot, too," Brian opined.
