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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 weekend together on Mike's boat.
Mike and Jill just finished their happy hour with Jill sitting in Mikes lap, fucking slowly while enjoying a G&T.
Jill and Mike are now about to head into harbor for a lakeside dinner.
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"I'm thinking we go below and clean-up before I take you to dinner," I proposed, "are you going to let me dress for dinner, or do you want me to go naked?"
"Where are we going?" Jill asked with a smirk, not answering his question regarding clothing.
"It's a place called Gianni's. It's right on the water so we can dock and walk in. It's an Italian steak house," I replied, "They frown on public nudity."
"Sounds nice. I'll let you wear clothes, but no underwear." Jill replied, again looking at my cock.
"How gracious of you," I joked, "as soon as I'm showered, we can pull anchor and get underway."
We both cleaned up and dressed for dinner. I wore a pair of golf shorts and a golf shirt. I was worried about the imprint of my junk being too obvious for a public venue. But Jill made the rules and I followed. Since I was ready, I went back to the cockpit, pulled up the anchor and started a slow cruise in to harbor.
A few minutes later, Jill emerged from the cuddy below wearing a yellow sun dress. The contrast of the yellow dress against her dark hair and tan skin was absolutely striking. I couldn't help letting my eyes wander all over her as she emerged.
"What?" she asked, noticing my visual interrogation, "is my hair funny or something?"
"I've just never seen a woman look so good," I said, smiling, "you look incredible, Jill."
"You're just saying that because I let you see what's underneath," Jill smirked, "I think you think I'm easy."
"I'm the guy standing here with no underwear by your command, and you're easy?" I scoffed.
"No, you're a pushover," Jill chided, "that's different."
We motored across the bay at a leisurely pace making our way to the harbor. We pulled into an open slip and secured our lines. As we were preparing to disembark, Jill leaned in to kiss me, she reached between us and started stroking my pants through my golf shorts. The lightweight fabric felt good against my shaft and I started to get erect.
"I wouldn't want you to walk into dinner with a bulge in your shorts," Jill moaned, "people might think I'm too hot for you and you can't control yourself."
"Well, they'd be right about you being too hot for me," I laughed, "but maybe they'll just think my pants always look like this."
"Don't flatter yourself," Jill teased, "I don't think anybody will notice, it's not like your Tommy Lee or something."
"Get off my boat," I said, in jest, as I helped Jill step onto the dock.
As we walked down the dock toward the restaurant, I was self-conscious about what might be showing below the belt. As the maรฎtre d' walked us to our table, I noticed a few glances by some of the woman already seated at their tables. Fortunately, most people were looking at Jill.
We enjoyed dinner and a few cocktails and then made our way back to my boat. The dock kid helped us clear the lines, I tipped him, and we were on our way out into the moonlit bay.