A Badandy original story, written for sheer enjoyment . . . yours and mine!
For any of the readers that may of years ago accidentally read some of badandy's earlier true tales, this is the first new installment in over two years. It is in fact now a new leading lady in my true tales, since I have separated from my former partner. But hey, life goes on and sometimes one stumbles into a lady who really excites you and is extremely sexually adventurous . . . luckily I have stumbled onto such a lady so the chance of future true tales is very good. If you have read my past true tales, you'll know that they aren't quite as over the top as my fiction fantasy stories. But then again, doesn't it make them as exciting or more so β¦ to know they are true tales?
This particular story takes place at a place called Potahawk, during an annual boat party affectionately referred to as "Potahawk Piss-up". Now for those that wish to look up their old high school atlas and try to figure out where this story takes place, turn to the part of the atlas that features Canada. Then look up the province of Ontario and bordering along the bottom of Ontario is a body of water called Lake Erie. Within Lake Erie on the northern shore is a long sliver of land that juts out into the lake which is Long Point and on the inner side of the point is Potahawk.
Now Potahawk is the Canadian version of those sites you've seen that advertise "Girls gone Wild". It is a boating party that is always held on the second Sunday in July, yes it does get warm up here in Canada occasionally . . . even warm enough to doff our clothes and frolic in the sun. As the norm is with these types of gatherings there is always ample amount of booze, loud music and of course scantly clad ladies β¦ ohh don't you just love bikinis? There is also the odd glimpse of ladies brave enough to shed the tops of those bikinis and here in lies my story.
My girlfriend and I are in our early forties, which is generally a wee bit older than the majority of the crowd that shows up at Potahawk for the party. But since I have a buddy with a boat who invited us to join his little group we definitely weren't going to pass up the opportunity to see a local party legend first hand. Actually this story took place in the summer of 2003 which was our second year on the trip, but it would be the first year for my lady Linda to let loose. Now you're probably already thinking β¦ "Linda lets loose", oh yea another story of a woman doing something wild when she's drunk. Well that would be true with some women, but not with Linda because she doesn't drink. She is one of those rare ladies that gets wild, without any alcohol encouragement.
It was just before noon as we took my friends boat out of dock and headed south west towards the Potahawk beach, as we approached the shallow area of Potahawk you could already see hundreds of boats. We carefully anchored our boat between several others, which had mostly younger boaters in the 20 to 30 year old range, the boat right beside us had a blow-up doll strapped to the boat seat. There also happened to be a large boat nearby, that had a blonde babe with massive breasts flaunting around in a tiny white bikini. Is a rather known fact that some male boaters will gladly bring along an erotic dancer on their boat, just to brighten up the scenery on their water craft.
Annual ritual is that once you have your boat anchored in place, you take a small inflatable raft . . . fill it with beer, coolers or whatever your choice of poison is and start walking the shallow water behind all the boats. You see friends to talk to, you laugh with people you don't know, you drink excessively and of course you steal peeks of the skimpy dressed ladies (behind mirrored sunglasses). Mind you I imagine there were a few guys staring at our ladies also. Although Linda is a 44 y/o mom, she still has a pretty decent figure with not a bad set of tits and on this particular day she looked rather sexy in her blue two piece and a ball cap. Our particular group consisted of about four couples and two or three single guys that the guy that owned the boat knew. Although not all our group was in the pack walking through the water, we did have a good 7-8 of us walking together.