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A 27-year-old dot com CEO falls for his forty something attorney.
A spark is noticed during their first meeting. Later that day, they meet again in the attorney's office when everyone has already gone home.
The CEO makes his move and manages to get the MILF attorney naked.
After a short but wild session in the attorney's office, they head out for dinner and then spend a sex-heavy evening together before they fall asleep.
After a morning sex session, they decide to spend their Saturday together...
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"Hey, did I ever tell you that I had a boat?" Mike said, as he and Jill ate breakfast.
"What kind of boat?" Jill asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"It's a 37-foot Back Cove. It's kind of an upscale Downeaster," I replied, waiting for any sign of interest from Jill.
"Are you proposing that we spend the day on the water?" Jill, asked, "Does your boat have air conditioning? Because it's going to be over 100 degrees today."
"As a matter of fact..." I started.
"Of course it does!" Jill interrupted, "So you're rich, you're good looking, and you have an air-conditioned yacht. I guess that makes up for the fact that you only last 2 minutes in the sack," Jill laughed.
"Hey, I would last a lot longer if you didn't look the way you do. You have nobody to blame but yourself, Gramma," I countered with a smile.
"So, I bet you want me to spend the weekend out on the water with you wearing just a bikini?" Jill asked with a smirk on her face.
"Do you have a white one?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, you want to pick the color now too. Everyone knows that white bikinis become transparent when they get wet. But I guess there very little risk of me getting wet around you," Jill smiled.
I reached for my phone and started a call.
"Hey, we're talking here, who are you calling?" Jill asked.
"Monica loves my boat," I said, holding back a smile.
"Monica is probably a 22-year-old blonde with special needs," Jill said, sitting back and crossing her arms, "What are you going to talk about all weekend, puppies and her Instagram account?"
"There is no Monica, I just didn't want to look so desperate," I confessed, "It's a nice boat, I think we'd have a wonderful time.
"I'll pack my white bikini," Jill said, this time her smile was warm and without any sarcasm.
"Awesome!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my chair, "You go pack, and I'll clean up the dishes. Maybe pack some clothes for dinner tonight, I know a place we can dock and enjoy dinner on the water."
Soon we were headed for the marina, packed up and ready for a weekend on the water. We stopped on the way for provisions, we were well stocked for a great voyage. I felt like I was in high school again, running off with a hot upperclassman on my parents' boat. Even though it was now my boat, and the upperclassman was my hot lawyer.
As we walked up to my boat, Jill looked at the name on her hull. Her name was "Summer Wind."
"Summer Wind," Jill commented, "I love that name. If there was a woman's name on the transom, I would never board her."
"It's bad luck to rename a boat," I replied, "When I get a new one, I might name it 'Jill's Bikini'."
"Hey, you haven't even seen my bikini yet," Jill laughed.
"I've seen the tan lines it leaves, and I am already a fan," I smirked.
I opened the transom door and boarded "Summer Wind". I held my hand out to Jill and she boarded leaving the provisions on the dock. I showed her around quickly and then took her below deck to show her the quarters.
"There's a lot of room down here, and a lot of teak," Jill laughed, "I love it."
"...and it's air-conditioned so we can sleep in comfort without worrying about bugs," I bragged.
"You think you're gonna get much sleep, Skipper?" Jill said smiling.
I grabbed Jill and kissed her. The kiss went on and on. My hands were all over her body. I couldn't stop myself from trying to rip her clothes off right there and taking what I wanted.
"Hey, hey!" Jill stopped me, "Let's get unpacked and get out on the water before you start trying to park your submarine in my channel."
"Aye Matey!" I replied, laughing as I headed out to load the provisions. I quickly had our coolers and clothes on board.
"I'll get the engines running so we can start the A/C," I explained, "Maybe you could put away the provisions."
Setting Sail
Soon, we were out on the lake, the twin screws making a low rumble. I was in the cockpit, setting our course when I turned to see Jill coming up from below deck in her tiny white bikini. The top barely covered her c-cups with a tiny triangle over each nipple. The bottoms were just another tiny triangle connected at each corner by a small white string. She was stunning; I felt my mouth drop a little as I took in her beauty.
"This is beyond my imagination," I said as she approached and kissed me.
"This old thing," she laughed, "I don't get to wear it much, Skipper. Have you set our course?"
"I've established our course and our destiny, Jill." I said with a dry smile.
"Our destiny? That's kinda deep Skippy," Jill smiled, "what are your intentions this weekend?"
"My intentions are to show you the lake so you will spend another weekend with me, and maybe many more," I confessed, "what are your intentions, counselor?"
"My intentions are to fuck you on every inch of this boat and ensure that you never forget this weekend for the rest of your life," Jill said casually, as she reached across the cockpit and grabbed my beer to take a sip. "Does this thing have an anchor?"
"Ever see a 40-foot boat do 40 knots?" I asked as I throttled up and headed for the secluded cove I had planned for our afternoon.
Jill grabbed my arm and held on as the bow rose out of the water and the twin screws started to howl. We planed quickly and raced across the lake to our afternoon destination. In 20 minutes, we arrived at the secluded cove surrounded by a steep cliff that dropped to the deep waters below.
The bay was deep enough that it wasn't good for fishing, so we wouldn't be bothered by anglers. It was perfect for swimming on a hot day because the deep waters were colder than the rest of the lake. I walked to the bow to ensure the anchor was set, and returned to the cockpit.
"Sailors are sexy," Jill whispered, as she kissed me when I stepped back into the cockpit.
"It's been almost 3 hours since I've had a taste of you," I whispered back, "I'm jonesing that flavor, any chance you can oblige me?"
"Do you want me to sit on your face, Skipper?" Jill asked, smiling, and stroking my cock through my swim trunks, "I have a better idea."
Jill pulled the string on her bathing suit top letting it fall to the deck below. I watched intently as she reached for the sting on her bottoms and started to pull that tiny string as well. She moved very slowly, knowing that I was watching ever single centimeter the string moved. She gave a final tug and her thong bottoms dropped away as well, exposing her tightly cropped pussy. She was now naked in our secluded but public cove.
Jill walked to the stern of the boat, then she turned and looked at me while she sat on the long, padded bench that ran the entire across the entire beam.
"Drop that suit and get on your knees, Skipper," Jill growled as she looked at me with lust in her eyes.
"Yes Ma'am," I said as I quickly dropped my trunks and let my 8-inch cock spring out and cantilever from my loins.
I walked through the cockpit and across the open stern and knelt in front of Jill's spread legs. I couldn't wait to have my face between her thighs again. My mind was vibrating with arousal as I knelt naked, in public, eating my forty-something lawyers pussy for all the world to see.