Thanks for all the nice comments and positive votes on my previous stories "Gail and Gina and Me" and "Lauren". I've been wandering the path of sexual satisfaction for some time now and have met some nice people. I saw a post on CL that intrigued me and what follows is what happened. Enjoy.
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It was late at night and I was horny. I figured that I would click on Literotica.com, read some hot stories, jerk off and go to bed. For some reason, I decided to peruse Craig's List first. I really don't care for Craig's List much as it is filled with frauds and crazies but there was a post that caught my eye.
"Looking for someone real - mw4m - 55
We are looking for an attractive and uninhibited bi male. We want someone who is into women as well as men, who is sensual and likes to please in all ways possible.
We are looking for a real person - someone who is handsome, clean and attractive, someone who is not afraid to be open to new sensations.
Respond with photo and we will do the same. You won't be disappointed, that we can assure you. We are good looking, in good shape and endowed.
We are a mature couple, not looking for anyone under 35 years old, and no one over 60 years of age."
I responded with a short and brief letter. I added a few recent pictures of me including a penis shot -- one that showed me erect. I also added links to my online stories. I sent it out and hoped for the best.
The next day, I had a response. Didi and Ken sent me a nice letter telling me how much they liked my stories and my pictures. They sent a few pictures that instantly turned me on. They were both just as advertised -- good looking, in good shape and yes, endowed. Both were shaved, too. The pictures showed them lounging in their bed, in their pool and on a beach blanket. Didi was a blond with a runner's body. Her breasts were firm and proud. Ken's dick appeared to be a handful and a half. They lived only a few miles away and they gave their phone number.
I called immediately and spoke to Didi. She seemed very pleased to hear from me and suggested we meet first in town for a drink. I agreed and we set a date for the upcoming weekend.
On the appointed day, I showered, trimmed my beard and moustache, dressed nicely and headed for the waterside bar. I arrived a little early and waited at the bar sipping a cognac. I knew them the moment they entered and smiled as they approached. Didi leaned into me and gave me a soft kiss which I politely returned. Ken had a firm handshake. As I had seated myself at the end of the bar where it was a bit more private, we had an opportunity to talk and be heard. The bar was filling up and the noise level was rising.
They liked my Literotica stories and asked me questions about some of the details. They told me that they, too, had only recently decided to explore their fantasies and had become quite pleased with the results. They then explained that another woman would be joining us at the bar. This was a pleasant surprise and one that lit me up even more. I laughed when they asked if I minded. Ken discreetly moved his hand over my package and smiled.
"I knew you wouldn't mind. She's good people. Didi and I have had several meetings with her. Here, Didi, feel this."
Didi moved up to me and ran her palm around my crotch. She licked her lips. I looked down into her cleavage and was rewarded with a lovely view.
"Am I too late? Have you guys started already?"
It was Sheila, our other partier. Where Didi was about 5' 2" or so, Sheila was taller by a few inches. She, too, had a trim runner's body but with more curves and fuller breasts. Her long black hair framed a drop-dead gorgeous face. I figured her to be around 40 years old.
"Let's take our drinks out onto the deck. It is so beautiful out tonight."
Out on the deck, we stood at the rail and looked out on the quiet harbor. I pointed to a beautiful yacht, lit and sitting at the end of the dock. I commented as to what a cool boat it was and I estimated its length at 75 feet.
"You have a good eye," said Ken, "she's actually 80 feet and she belongs to us. In fact, why don't we head down to here and I'll give you a tour."
Wow, was I impressed. What a boat! Ken went over to the bartender and signed for the drinks, gave him a friendly wave and we began to walk down to the marina. As we walked, he told me about the boat.
"We bought her two years ago at a boat show in Fort Lauderdale. We fell in love with her immediately and it was no problem moving up from our Hatteras. She's a custom-made Ferretti that had less than 300 miles on her and was in foreclosure. She was a steal."
Some steal, I thought. This is a $2,000,000 boat! As we walked I learned that they had owned three boats in fifteen years, that he and Didi were able sea people and that they handled the boat together but sometimes, on long trips or with large parties, they brought on crew. I told Ken that I, too, knew my way around boats however nothing larger than 42 footers. As we got closer, the boat looked grander and more beautiful. She was in perfect condition, all sleek and modern with large wrap-around windows.
"We just brought her up from the Bahamas about two weeks ago and we getting her ready for the summer up here. We take her to Block Island, Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard...sometimes to Foxwoods or Atlantic City. Mostly, I just like to anchor her and fall asleep. There's nothing better than sleeping on the water."
I had to agree and as we boarded her, I could see why they loved her so.
"What a beautiful, comfortable boat," my words came out in breathy admiration.
The salon was huge and well appointed. A long bar stretched along the starboard side opening into a large room with a huge sofa and two large stuffed chairs. There was a flat-screen TV that rose from a well at the end of the bar. There was a large galley forward with dining room seating for eight. The cockpit was softly lit with the latest Raymarine navigational gear, its maps aglow.
"Come on, let's take her out."
I jumped down to the dock and handled the lines as they walked up to the bridge level. When I got up there, I was amazed as this level was something else again. While Ken started her up, Didi refilled our drinks from the bar located just behind the controls. There was also a built in barbeque, a refrigerator and a sink, all covered in light marble. The bridge was long, reaching aft with plenty of lounging space and ending in a large hot tub. Didi turned on the jets as I moved up next to Ken.
"I love this boat. She's a breeze to handle. Still, I wish she had one of those Penta joystick jobbies they're using these days."
"Just another thing to break down," I said and we laughed, nodding in agreement.
"How fast will she go?"
"She cruises at about 20 but I've pushed her to nearly 30. She's got a pair of Cat diesels that hum."
He was right about that. This boat was quiet.
We moved out of the harbor into the Sound. After a half hour, Ken suggested that this was good anchorage as it was only 100 yards offshore where the land curved up to create a windshield even though there was no wind to speak of and the temperature was in the upper 70's. Ken dropped the anchor and shut the engines down.
"Let's party!" he said, pulling a joint from his pocket and refilling our drinks.
We turned to the hot tub where Didi and Sheila were locked in a deep kiss.
"Now, this is living."
Ken doffed his clothes and hopped into the tub. I did the same and with my drink in one hand and the joint between my lips, I hopped into the tub and drew myself up to the others. In a four way hug, we passed the joint around and giggled like little kids.
The cognac, the joint and the hot bubbling water all seemed to kick in at the same time and I pulled away from the group, closed my eyes, stretched out and groaned. I was somewhere very close to heaven.