Reading the earlier chapters will give you perspective on the progression here, although you can read this as a stand alone piece.
After the last few nights (and days!!), I needed recharging. I piloted the Wet n Wild across the bay to a marina where I knew the dock master, Bobby. Bobby helped me tie down and we shared a beer and caught up. I mentioned that the ladies of the area had been kind to me and he laughed and told me, "If you can still drive at night and dance, you are like a Justin Bieber down here. If you can get it up and love to eat pussy, well, there's no end to the trim you will enjoy." Bobby and I had been fellow Navy officers in the 70's and had shared adventures in foreign ports many a night.
Bobby went back to work as the boats were heading in at that point from a long day on the water. We promised to meet up after dark for a continuation of our chat and a drink at a local watering hole with which he was familiar. I showered, shaved and dressed casual knowing the type of guy Bobby was and joined him at a "parrot head" themed dive/bistro that had good music and plenty of good looking mature margaritas waiting to dance.
We had a couple of Caribe burgers and a few brewski's and laughed hard about all the dumb mistakes we had made as young sailors both on the ship and off. As I was heading to the men's room, I bumped into a woman coming my way who was smaller than I am usually attracted to, but who had the curves of a sinner and the smile of an angel. She smiled at me as I towered over her and excused myself.
"Sorry, ma'am, I didn't see you coming," I said with a smile splitting my face. She looked up at me with a terrific smile and retorted, "I wasn't cumming, but the night is still young!" Well, I almost fell over with laughter. She was a hoot! Once I recovered from her hilarity, I introduced myself and learned her name, Samantha, or Sam for short.
She asked me back to her table and I told her my buddy was here as well and she told me to drag him over too. Sam was with another interesting woman, taller and dark complexion, probably Hispanic, by the name of Joanne.
We chatted and laughed and danced all night to the hot Caribbean lyrics and decided to party for another drink at the Wet n Wild . When we all piled into the main lounge of my suite, Sam insisted on a tour of the boat and we headed back to my stateroom while Jo and Bobby relaxed in the lounge, dancing a very sensual slow dance as we left them behind. I don't think they noticed we were gone! I turned to find Sam up against my ass in my room. She leaped up and locked her arms around my neck and started kissing me passionately, tongue to tongue, grinding her lush body into mine. My cock started to snake down my pants leg, begging for release. Sam could feel it extending down full and hard against her. She dropped off me and ran her hand down my tube, and gasped.
"Lord, Paul, what is that pipe in your pants, baby??!!"
"It's my welcoming card to you, pretty woman," I retorted with a smile. I palmed her jutting breasts and squeezed hard, feeling I knew what this hottie wanted. Sam gasped and smiled.
"Pull off my top, Paul, I need to feel your big hands all over me before I take on that huge cock of yours."
