We had agreed on a number of things. First, we were both horny as hell almost all day, every day. Second, that we seemed to bring out the best of each other's sexual fantasies. Third, that circumstances were such that the best we could do is enjoy the odd shared masturbation session and fuel each other's libidos with sexual fantasies and stories. Though we had managed to hook up over the years, the stars never seemed to align to allow us the opportunity to find any sense of permanency or exclusivity together.
And so it was when I got the text at 11:30 pm to go for a sail and meet your latest date. We had become very good at hiding our attraction for one another and I was more than happy to join as your wingman. I was told that this was to be your third date with Kevin and though we hadn't yet had the opportunity to discuss your earlier meetings, I knew you well enough to know that even if you hadn't fucked him yet, it was more than likely that you'd had his cock in your mouth already. If so, I knew from experience that he could already consider himself lucky to have enjoyed one of your skilled blowjobs.
I had planned on a quiet evening with no plans to go out before getting your invitation. I'd enjoyed a six pack of beer already and had just puffed half a joint. Your text caused me to let go of my cock which I'd been lazily stroking as I often like to do on a night alone. I'd been in the midst of creating a somewhat strange fantasy in my mind about having the power of invisibility and all of the devious ways I would able to put that to my perverted use. It was to have been one of those sessions where I stroke for at least an hour before allowing myself to cum. But the chance to go for a sail on a warm North Carolina night and meet your potential new boyfriend was intriguing enough to postpone my self-pleasure session for the end of the night.
My Uber driver wasn't the quickest and I had worried that you might have left the dock without me. As it was, you had the motor going already and asked me to drop the bow lines as I stepped aboard. It wasn't until we were on our way out of the harbor that Kevin popped up from down below and introduced himself. He seemed like a nice guy who was easy with casual conversation. A fantastic night breeze and more beer than was needed made for a fantastic sail for the first two hours before the wind died out entirely.
It wasn't until much later in the night that I came to learn that this was way past your third date together and that my invitation was anything but random. When the wind had died we decided to drop anchor and go for a swim instead of motoring back. After all, the wind might come up again and on such a pleasant warm evening, a dip would be refreshing. Though the stars were out in abundance, it was an otherwise pitch black night and we were far enough from shore to be free of any light pollution from the city. We could barely see one another as we dove off the back of the boat. Dark enough that I initially failed to realize I was the only one wearing a bathing suit.