"So, what did you think about our little "swingers party" last night?" I ask Bob as we are lying in bed at 7am; trying to convince ourselves, it is time to get up.
"It was okay" she said halfheartedly "don't get me wrong, I like everyone in the group, and they seem like really nice people and all."
"But" ... I say.
"But they..." Then she hesitated, as if searching for just the right words.
"But what?"
"They have already got their own relationships well established and already know everyone's likes and dislikes, in the group...and I don't know how you felt about it, but I kind of felt like an outsider, even though we were the ones that were hosting their party! If you know what I mean..."
"Yeah, that was the same vibe I was getting. Like they were going to let us be in their little club...but ONLY if we agree to follow their rules and do everything the way that they have "always done it."
"Exactly!" Bob replied "I mean I like group sex; it is always fun. But I also like a little spontaneity. The idea that "Well, it's Tuesday night...let's get naked with the gang... and do the same things we always do." Just doesn't appeal to me all that much."
"Know what I mean; Do we even need these other four people; for us to enjoy ourselves?
"NO" She replied with emphasis "There is a whole fuck ton of things that we haven't even tried yet for ourselves. Do we really need coaches on the sidelines telling us what to do, what not to do, who we can do it with, and so on?"
"Girl, when you are right, you are right! You and I like to live in the moment too much, to ever enjoy being constrained by a bunch of "clubhouse rules."
"Tell you what" I say "From the way they were talking yesterday, I believe the whole group plans to stay here in Fort Meyers for at least the next week... Sure, it is a nice place, and I am sure there is a ton of things to see and do...but I would prefer to go ahead and make our way over to the Atlantic side of the state. Then plot our course north from there. I really want to be on the Great Lakes by early to mid-Summer and be ready to head back south by no later than the last of August, first of September.
"Let's do that then" Bob agrees "We can just tell them that we have other places we want to visit on the trek north...So we are heading on out, and maybe we will see them along the way... then try to make sure that we don't!" she says with a grin.
Bob and I meet up with the rest of the group for lunch, around noon. We tell them about our plans to go on ahead. Although they try to talk us into staying...they quickly see that we are determined to press on, and so they offer us as much advice as they can.
They told us to be sure to make a stop at Clewiston, at the Roland Martin Marina. Told us that we should refuel and restock the ship's supplies there. Told us about the 5 locks we will have to go through, before we get to the Atlantic side of the state....and warned us that Lake Okeechobee is a very shallow lake and an extremely large lake, and if the water is choppy, go VERY slow so as not to bounce the ship's hull on the sandy bottom of the lake.
Mathew told us to take the Rim route around the southern edge of the lake...rather than try to shoot straight across. Said the Rim route only takes about an hour longer... but the route is more protected from wind and so you have calmer waters to travel through. Once we make it to Stuart Florida...just take the St Lucie inlet to the Atlantic ICW and we should do just fine, on our own from there.
Bob and I prepare to leave at first light in the morning. We go ahead and fill our main fuel tanks... and decide to leave the Gerry cans until we make our fuel and supply stop at Clewiston.
We fill the fresh-water tank, drain the black-water tank, and take a quick inventory of supplies; so that we will have a shopping list instead of just grabbing things at random.
Along about 6pm we make our way over to the little ice cream shop for burgers, fries, and milk shakes. Figure we might as well get ourselves a treat now, as it may be a while before we get the chance to do so again.
As usual, we overeat and have to practically waddle back to the ship. Since we will be getting up very early tomorrow morning, we decide to go to bed early, as well.
Don't know why we thought retiring early was going to gain us any more sleep than usual. Once we were both cuddled up together naked...those primitive carnal urges began to surface and the next thing we know...we are as horny as a couple of goats!
Bob and I are kissing and groping each other like a couple of teenagers, in the back seat of a car.
Bob suddenly stops everything and says, "Do you trust me?"
"Of course, I do" I replied...
"Enough to let me take complete control?"
"I guess so, you have never given me any reason NOT to trust you ... so yes, whatever you want to do, I will go along with!"
"GREAT!" she says "Remember that position that we both liked the other night...where I had my legs up on your shoulders? "
"Yes..."
"Well, I want to try something similar. I read about in on the internet one time. It is called the "Amazon Position" ... it's kind of a variation of the cowgirl position."
"Okay...and just how do we go about accomplishing this?" I ask
"You lie on your back and then you put YOUR legs up over my shoulders...then I put your cock inside of me...and then you are at my mercy...I can fuck you just as hard and fast or as slow and easy as I want...and all you can do is lie there and enjoy being ridden!"
"Sounds a little intimidating," I laugh "but I'm willing to give it a try."
I lay back on the bed and Bob moves into position. I place my legs up on to her shoulders and she presses my thighs back against my chest until she can easily manipulate my hard cock however, she wants. She impales herself on it and takes it just as deep as we did the last time. Only difference is that I am now powerless to do much of anything...since she has me wadded up into a ball...with my legs pressed tightly against my chest...while she rides my cock as if it were attached to her...and she was fucking me!
I cannot hold out for long in this position, my cock is bent at such an angle that when I do start to cum...the sensations are intensified by the fact that the seminal tube is constricted and the cum has to force its way out... which is both painful and pleasurable at the same time! It is like a dam getting ready to break... the pressure just builds and builds until something gives way...and it all comes rushing out at once!
While I am fairly certain that Bob had at least three orgasms to my one. It zapped all of the strength out of both of us. We collapsed on the bed beside each other...and that is exactly where we were still laying when the alarm went off!
We head out toward Lake Okeechobee. Bob and I are both amazed at how flat the terrain is in the area. We are both accustomed to the Midwest where everything is either uphill, or down. Around here there is very little to block your view for what appears to be miles. The Waterway is fairly narrow, ranging from 80 to 100 feet in width. Which may sound like a lot of room to maneuver... until you meet a larger vessel head on. There IS room to pass each other... but the margin for error is rather slim.
We arrive at the Roland Martin Resort and Marina. This place is HUGE! It is essentially a community all on its own! Now we understand why the others had insisted that we stop here....it has absolutely anything and everything we might need or desire.
Considering how far we have traveled, I decide that it might be a wise move on my part, to have the ship's engines serviced while we are here. There is a huge dealership that offers sales and services for several different brands. So, we stop there and inquire about getting our boat serviced.
Just having the old ship there, created quite a stir. Customers and employees of the dealership alike had to stop and look it over and ask all kinds of questions.
Of course, more than one salesperson tried to talk me into trading it in for a new one. But I turned each of them down immediately! Told them that I restored the ship myself... and that we have traveled all the way here, from northwest Missouri without any issues. "So, you are just wasting your breath and my time...trying to sell me a different boat."
The dealership required at least one of us to stay on board the ship while the mechanic serviced the engines. Figured that was to keep someone from claiming that things had been stolen or messed with on their ship and threaten to sue if not compensated for their loss. Which sounds like something that one of my own family members might try to do...if they happened to think about it!
We were assigned to a service slip and told that our mechanic would be with us shortly. A young man, in a service department uniform arrived a few minutes later. Introduced himself as Maxwell, "But everyone just calls me Max"
Seemed to be a very friendly and personable young man in his late 20's to early 30's. We chit chatted while he worked on the engines...told me what a pleasure it was to work on such well cared for engines. Said that so many people just use and abuse their ships engines. Don't service them or even check the oil until they have a major malfunction. Then they come in here all up in your face IRATE....and try to blame the dealership for selling them a piece of junk! "Ask them, when was the last time you had the oil changed and the powertrain serviced? 9 times out of 10, they will just stand there with a blank look on their face and say "What do you mean oil changed and power train serviced... I've had this boat for 3 years and never had to do anything other than put fuel in it. We took it clear to Maine and back twice...never had any trouble with it until now"
He finished up his tasks...asked if I wanted to have the ship lifted out of the water, so that he can check the propellors and make sure that everything looks okay underneath. I tell him sure, I do have 4 spare props on board, but it might be a good idea to check the ones that are on the boat right now, for wear or damage.
" Yeah, Max laughed .... it'll be a whole lot easier to have me change them out here...than for you to try to do it somewhere out there on the lake...while fighting off alligators."
Max attaches the hoisting mechanism to the ship and hits the lever to slowly raise the ship straight up out of the water. When he has it high enough, he swings a work platform in behind the ship and crawls down the ladder to take a look. He quickly returns and says "Good thing we looked, the edges of both props are worn down paper thin and you will be losing a blade or two very soon. If you hadn't stopped here, you would not have made it to Stuart without breaking down."
I retrieve two new props for him, and he makes quick work of installing them. When he has the job completed and is satisfied that everything else is in good repair under the ship. He lowers it back down into the water and stows the lifting hoist and equipment.
I thank him profusely for advising me to check the props because otherwise I would have just had the oil changed and been on my way. Oblivious to the fact that we were on borrowed time with the props.
