Chesapeake City, Maryland. The annual mid-summer hedonistic ritual known as canal day. A little bedroom community located right on the water with a couple of marinas and only one real road in or out of town. It's main attraction is the water.
And canal day.
Canal day started out as a celebration of boating and life on the waters edge, but over the years has morphed into the closest Cecil county could come to Mardi Gras.
The year before I had gone with a couple of friends and been invited to a boat on the pier. That was where all the fun really happened. There were almost no rules there. I had been on the boat drinking at 9 am with everyone else, and being drunk already, none of us had any reservations.
My friend Angel wanted to get in the dingy and ride around the marina, and the dingy was soon packed wit h me and four girls, all of whom had big tits. Angel's were the biggest, and truth be told, I had wanted to see t hem since the first time I had met her. But, we had become friends and she now had a boyfriend, and oh, by t he way, I was married.
But, our dingy quickly got the name "Boobie Boat". And all four girls took off their tops. They were all big and t hey were all glorious. Angels tit were what I call heavy hangers. They were huge with enough heft that there was a gorgeous bulge at the bottom, but they were still firm enough that the nipples, all pink and small and perky, pointed skyward.
I was, and always will be a tit man and I was in heaven.
But, that was a year ago and nothing had come of it, other than me, being a 46-year-old man had made a lot of friends with girls in their twenties. None of them liked my wife, so they were always trying to fix me up with their friends.
And now, I had a twenty one year old girlfriend.
We arrived at the Chesapeake Inn at around 9:00 am. I called my friend Angel, whose gorgeous, enormous tits I had the pleasure of seeing the year before. We were going to be on the same boat as the year before, but Heather didn't know any f these guys.
She was dressed in a pair of Daisy Dukes with a very skimpy bikini bottom underneath them and a matching bikini top. It covered little more than her nipples and provided absolutely no support for her beautiful D cup tits, but that didn't matter because I didn't plan on her being dressed for very long.
Angel answered the phone, obviously already buzzed. "Where the hell are you, slacker?" she was almost yelling into the phone.
"We just got here" I said. "We are in line at the gate now."
"Well, we got a head start on you. We have already had two Hurricanes." She said. "They sell them at the stand right by the main gate."
"OK. See you in a bit." I said as I hung up.
"What's up?" Heather asked.
"They got a two drink head start on us" I said.
AS soon as we were through the gate, I stopped at the drink stand and bought two hurricanes. Drinking at 9 in the morning, especially having eaten nothing, wasn't a habit and it felt a bit weird but I had to catch up so I was drinking it as fast as I could while we walked toward the docks.
Heather could barely keep up. Her tits were bouncing as she walked hard to keep up, threatening to pop out of the top.
I finished the first hurricane, almost having guzzled it before we reached the dock, so I got another at the stand at the entrance to the dock. I worked on it as hard as the first and was halfway finished when I saw Angel jumping and waving a little further down dock two.
"You're late" she said as she came to give me a hug.
I returned the embrace, feeling the wondrousness of her tits press against me. I was hoping to see them again. Hell, I wanted to fuck her, I just didn't have the balls.
"But this is my second Hurricane" I said as I turned it up to finish it off. "Now I need a beer."
She reached in the cooler and got me a Miller Light. Nothing I would normally drink, but as hot as it was supposed to be and as much as I was likely to drink, I didn't complain. She handed a beer to Heather and gave her a hug to say hello.
Looking around, there were a few girls on the docks and in the neighboring boats that had their tops off, but most were still clothed. There would be no lack of encouragement toward Heather to get her to remove her clothes since all the guys from the band and a lot of my friends were on our boat, or were close by. Many of them had already fucked her, and many were just waiting for the opportunity.
Rick, the lead singer and a childhood friend, came over to say hi.
"Hey Jim." He greeted me. "Sweetheart" he said to Heather as a greeting.
"She needs to have her top off, doesn't she?" I asked more as an instruction to her because we both knew what his answer would be.
"Absolutely. Those marvelous tits should never be covered." He said with a grin.
"As you wish" she smiled and pulled her bikini top off. She tossed it in the corner and cupped her breasts, squeezing them together and letting them fall. Rick reached for them and gave each a gentle squeeze, looking around to see if his fiancé was looking, followed by a quick suck on each nipple.
"I never get enough of these beautiful things" he said.
"There's more where that came from" she said as she ran her fingers inside the string of her barely there bikini bottom.
"You are a lucky man, my friend" he said to me.
"I just like to share with my friends" I replied.
"And a good friend..." He said.
"Go say hi to everyone" I said, sending her away so I could watch the reaction of everyone on the boat. I knew what most of them would be, and I also knew that several of them would fuck her before the day was over.
Rick and I continued to talk as we watcher her mingle. Her beautiful tits were bouncing as she walked across the deck, the sun glistening off them. She said hi to Dan, the other singer and a guitarist in the group, with a big hig that flattened her tits against his chest.
He kissed her on the cheek and smacked her ass playfully.
