Long / True story.. enjoy

 A big part of my job requires me to travel all over the world. Some of these trips cover many cities over a short time and I have to switch hotels every couple of nights and sometimes I don't even unpack. For a typical two week trip, perhaps there are a couple of nights free and maybe a day off or a nice layover, overall quite hectic. On the other hand, some of my travel destinations are quite a pleasure. I really enjoy some European cities, Australia and Hawaii are wonderful, but my most common fun destination on business travel is South Florida. 

I was attending a conference for a week in Fort Lauderdale. I have gone to this same conference for over 12 years and during these years I have learned the area reasonably well and knew various places and different things to do. Some of the clubs and hotels in South Beach are fantastic, but traffic can be a problem and I don't always have enough time. I experienced my first nude beach several years back on one of these trips and I still try and get back to Haulover Beach when I have time. I know which restaurants are good whether it is fancy or casual, sitting out on the inter-coastal waterway or looking at the ocean. You would have the correct impression to say I look forward to this trip each year. 

There are usually about 500 people who attend the conference, back up after a big drop-off in international visitors after 9-11. I was to make my presentation on Tuesday morning, so I was a little nervous and in "work mode" until it was over. I had some invitations for lunch and dinner and also golf. I planned to skip out in the afternoons to get in some beach time as well, but usually I take things as they come. 

I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on my 5'7" frame. My athletic 34C -22-34 build tends to emphasize my natural breasts. I am 34 years old but look in my mid-20's, a scientist by education and profession. I won't identify the type of technology as within this field I am somewhat well known.

I have posted a few stories on this site, all true by the way with the exception of real names, but only knowing me from the stories might give that impression of wanton sexual behavior. Actually I tend to be somewhat conservative, usually limited to monogamous relationships. I think part of the basis for these stories is that I do tend to loosen up being away from home when people do not know me; something like "scientist gone wild." 

The conference occurring during the Spring Break season is not without pitfalls - some of the places can be over run by kids. It pains me to write this as perhaps when I first started to attend this conference I might have been considered a kid myself. 

Over the many years of coming down here, I have also changed. When I first came, I look back and think I was naïve, or at very least inexperienced. On a couple of the trips, I have come down with boyfriends, but most of the time I have been on my own or with coworkers. I have met some long lasting friends in this business that I have known my entire career and other times I have met people at the conference who never came back in following years. 

This year I was down alone. I was seeing a couple of guys at the time, but I was a little disenchanted. I had been very serious with one of them in the past, but we had many on-again off-again periods. One of the big problems was he had a lot of problems with my business travel and with my job in general. I think he dreamed of a stay at home wife who would cook and clean, but that was not my dream. 

I was looking forward to the week away. The weather was glorious in Ft. Lauderdale; while back home it was still cold. Another reason I was looking forward to the trip was purely business, as my presentation this year would be unusually powerful as we had some legitimate breakthroughs in the lab. 

My flight arrived late on Sunday night to the Ft. Lauderdale airport. There was a little wait for my bags and then to get to my rental car. But when I got to my car and started driving with all the windows down and the breeze flowing in my hair, I was glad the trip was just beginning. My hotel was a good one, not where everyone from the conference was staying. I have learned my lesson on that account. Some of the scientists live and breathe work all the time and while there are times for that, I also look forward to some relaxation too and wanted to avoid some technical discussion while I was trying to leave to get in a round of golf.

I end up packing a lot. I am representing my company, so I have to present a degree of professionalism and I bring a couple of business suits. I like to run, play golf, go to the beach, etc, but I also enjoy going out for drinks and nightlife activities so I have to pack a wide range of clothing. After checking in, it was pretty late but I took a stroll along the beach and to watch some of the people strolling along the shops and bars. That late at night it was a cool with the breeze blowing, so I put on some jeans and a white rather clingy tank top which gave a nice look to my boobs . 

I stopped in for a drink at one of the famous beach bars called the Elbo Room. It was a totally spring break crowd, but they had live music and I just wanted to have a beer and go to sleep since I had to start early in the next day. It was crowded, but I was able to find a seat at the bar and listen to some decent rock and roll music. 

I am 34 but looking younger I fit in pretty well. A couple of drunken guys offered to buy me a drink, but I did not really want to strike up too much of a conversation. I don't try to be rude to the guys who come up to talk, so I have found the best way usually is to make something up – I am just waiting on my boyfriend or something like that if I am not interested. I had promised myself just one drink and then I headed back to my hotel to get some sleep.

Monday morning at the conference was a lot of hustle and bustle. I wore a tan skirt and a light blue blouse. Not exactly the librarian look I would wear for my Tuesday presentation, more resort wear fitting to the temperature. I was glad to be able to wear open toe shoes again. The main presentations began in the afternoon session followed by a cocktail reception in the evening. The conference had been going as expected; I had made some good contacts on the first day, met some old friends and gotten up to speed with what some of my competitors were doing. I did not have to attend every minute of the all week conference, but the first two days required my attendance and then some selected talks the rest of the week.

The social event is a big deal for contacts and setting up the rest of the week's commitments. It had been prearranged to have dinner with one of my big suppliers that night. This is their chance to have my undivided attention. At least they had some brains about it. Each year they select a good restaurant and order good wines. As time passes, I find myself more and more of a wine lover, especially when the company or someone else is footing the bill for an expensive bottle or two. The people from the supplier were also decent folks and I typically enjoy the dinner. I would call it obligatory since I end up having to negotiate some matters and report back to my bosses how it went. 

It was about 11 pm when they got me back to my hotel. I had to speak in the morning, so it was too late to go out somewhere but too early to be in for the night. The benefit of this hotel was a very nice bar-restaurant, so I thought I had some time to kill before knocking off.

I guess the best way to describe the bar as "casual elegant". Men were not wearing ties, but no one was wearing jeans. There were some couples, many were finishing a late supper. I would say the bar was perhaps half full, so I had no trouble finding a seat at the bar I was looking at the drink menu trying to decide what I wanted. I thought to stick with wine, but the wines by the glass were not as good as the bottles. 

I decided champagne was a better choice. I really love champagne in general, but I have developed a preference for rose' champagne lately. I saw they had a couple of nice ones by the bottle, but not by the glass. I was trying to negotiate with the bartender if he would sell one by the glass, but he would not budge. 

The guy next to me was apparently enjoying my negotiation. "Nice try. If I got a bottle, would you consider joining me and my friend?"

I should describe the guy who made the offer. I would say he was in his late 50's. He looked very distinguished with salt and pepper combed back hair. He was very nicely dressed – a blue blazer with tan slacks and a blue and white open collared dress shirt. He was well tanned; a very nice looking man. His friend was about the same age, also nicely dressed but somewhat overweight and balding. Both of them had been sitting at the bar when I sat down, but I had not really paid too much attention before. 

"No thanks, I had not really intended to drink more than a glass. I have to get up early tomorrow." It was a bit of an exaggeration, but not too bad. 

He replied, "Well I tell you what, we're going to get one anyway. You are still welcome to have one."

With that he waved the bartender over. "Tommy, we'll have a Veuve Cliquot rose'."

"Very good Mr. Miller." I guess he was a regular.

I told him, "OK, you're on, but only if you let me pay."

His friend started laughing out loud. "Ouch David. Do you need an ambulance?"

He laughed at that, "You are killing me. If I let you pay me for the drink, my friend will never let me hear the end of it and I will never be able to show my face in here again. Are you sure you want to be responsible for that?"

I have to admit these guys did not look like they were hurting for money and his comeback was very smooth. 

I laughed, "That may be one of the best lines I have ever heard, but I don't want to be the cause of you having to leave, so OK, thank you."

He said, "I'm David and this is my friend Walt."

We shook hands, "I'm Beth, nice to meet you."

The bartender had brought out the bottle and glasses by then. When we finally had our little toast, I had felt it had all been worth it, the champagne was marvelous. 

"To the good life. La dolce vita."

It was only polite to have a conversation with them, but I soon enjoyed the dialog. Walt was mainly quiet, watching and listening, but David and I were chatting and soon on a variety of subjects. He was interested in the subject of the conference and asked a lot of good questions. I realized he was actually listening to my answers and then grasping some of the important issues quicker than some of the people at the conference. 

They both lived in South Florida. Walt was from Boca Raton and David lived nearby in Ft. Lauderdale. David had retired after selling a business he had founded. 

Despite being 20+ years my senior, we were having a very engaging discussion as we drank the wonderful champagne. He looked to be fit and I would say he was charming. He reminded me a little of the actor James Brolin, although not as tall. I liked that he had not lost his hair; I did not really mind he was turning gray. He looked distinguished. 

Walt had to drive back to Boca Raton and he did not want to drink anymore, so when David saw my glass was empty, he refilled it.

"Thank you, but I said I only wanted one."

"Well, I am not going to drink the rest myself since Walt is through."

"OK, but this one and I have to go. I have got to work in the morning."

Walt shook my hand as he went on his way; I thought I saw him give David one of those 'go for it' looks.

I am no longer naïve about such things. In the past, I had not known what a "trophy wife" was, but I knew now. I always wondered about the psychology of both involved parties. I felt the men were pathetic. Did they really think that a 60 year old man walking around with a much younger woman was impressing people? Did they think people thought the woman actually loved the man and was not in it for the money? What about the girl? Did she care what people thought? For both people, I guess if they go in with eyes wide open, then who am I to judge. My comment is mainly it did not appeal to me. 

It is with that context however, that I wondered whether David was trying to hit on me or was just being polite. I mean, why does offering someone a drink have to mean more? The bottom line is that you never know what is going through someone else's mind and why is it necessary to analyze everything so thoroughly? I tend to do that though, I guess that is just me.

We continued to talk. It really did not matter what was going through his mind if he had ulterior motives or not. Frankly, I was enjoying the discussion and the drink. Sometimes it is just enjoyable to converse with an intelligent person. Maybe that comes with maturity, but none of the dialog from either of us seemed forced. I think he was a little disappointed when I finished my glass and announced I had to leave.

"It wasn't a line, I have to give my talk in the morning and I need to get some sleep. But I really do appreciate the champagne, and I enjoyed talking to you."

That was not intended to sound like a line, because I sincerely meant every word of it. 

He must have taken that as an opening, "I enjoyed it also. I was wondering if you would be free for dinner sometime while you are here."

I replied honestly, "I cannot tomorrow as I already have commitments in the evening. I also cannot say what the rest of the week will hold as I have to see how the conference shapes up."

He took that in probably the only way he could, as to any bystander it looked like he had just been shot down. 

I looked at him with sympathy, "I tell you what though, I will probably end up back here tomorrow night late. If you want, I will buy you a drink."

My last comment lightened things up a little, "Oh, you are still trying to make it impossible for me to drink here."

We both laughed at that. 

"David, very nice to meet you. I hope to run into you again."

"Likewise Beth, very charming."

We shook hands and I was on my way. I had probably drank more than I intended the night before my talk, but not too bad. I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow and I slept through until the alarm went off.

I awoke quickly and started to think about my talk. I am a good public speaker. My material was good too, so even though I was nervous, I knew it was normal and as usual it went away about 10 seconds into my talk. I don't go off notes and I never read my presentation. It is best for me to look at people when I am talking to them and I have been told on many occasions that I am a good communicator.

I wore a black skirt and jacket with a white blouse and wore my hair up. A very professional power suit look, keeping with my eventual goal to be Senator or President. Don't laugh, if Hillary can give it a shot, maybe someone without the baggage can do it. 

In the coffee break after my talk, I was approached by at least 30 people who wanted to say hello or congratulate me, or those who wanted to sell me something or potentially work together. I dutifully collected the business cards and took a note or two for follow-up. I was relieved the talk was over, but also elated it had gone well.

I sat through the rest of the morning talks, but when the lunch break came up, it was almost a yahoo moment as I could take the afternoon session off. I had dinner plans with people for 8 pm, but with the weather being so nice, I was hoping to get out to the beach. 

I have said in my stories that I am conservative sexually and that is true. I will almost never sleep with someone on the first few dates, especially if I think it is someone I could end up liking. In the same way, my family and friends would be shocked to learn I like nude beaches. Haulover in Miami was the first place I had ever gone and was still the most common nude beach for me. I had first gone with a couple maybe 8 years previously and after getting over the original anxiety, I really loved going back. In those 8 years since my first time, I had probably only been to nude beaches totally around 25 times in places like Hawaii, Australia and Europe, but over half of the visits were to Haulover. 

It took about 30 minutes to drive there. On a nice day like this one, Haulover has maybe 300 to 600 people. There is a "gay section", what I call a "hardcore nudist section" with volleyball, petitions supporting nudist causes, body painting, etc. Maybe hardcore nudist is too strong, but for many it seems like nudity becomes a primary goal in life.

Every time I go to a nude beach, even when no one else is around, I still get nervous at the beginning when I strip down. Over the years it has become easier, but I still want to hide for a minute at first. It is not that I mind being looked at, I am proud of my body, maybe it is the idea of being "on stage with everyone looking." In the same way I don't mind if people look at me, I will freely admit that I love to people watch in general and also at nude beaches. I like to check out the different body types of both men and women, and I hereby certify that I like to look at the good looking men. 

It is a sexually stimulating environment, but does not have to lead to sex. This dichotomy is still a subject of some confusion, but finally I will just say it is a great pleasure for me to spend a day at Haulover. I am usually just lying out, but I will also walk along the shoreline to do some people watching. I always get a kick by wondering what the men at the conference who were always checking me out would think if they had any idea I was laying out nude. 

The beach was great. I got a chance to close my eyes and relax and I also had a chance to check out the people. It is fun to watch all the various agenda's people have – whether it is enjoying the scenery, reading a book or listening to music, some sleep, and quite a few who seem to be trying to connect with people. 

It is common for guys to hit on me and this day was no exception. I had a couple of offers to help with sun block, but both of the guys were just obnoxious about it. A tip for the guy readers; if they had been polite, I probably would have let them. A group of men and women were close by and I was talking to them for a little while. I had just brought some water, but they had a cooler and offered up a couple of beers. The group looked to be regulars – deep tans all around with no tan lines at all. Not the greatest bodies in the world, but they were friendly without being aggressive. 

It got to be about 4 pm and I decided to head back. I wanted to have a run before dinner. Traffic was a little heavy at that time of the day but I made it back with plenty of time. Ft. Lauderdale is one of my favorite places to run, especially in the evening. I started out from my hotel right around dusk. People were still out on the beach, but the breeze was blowing and those that were still left were packing up and getting ready to leave. There were a lot of people out on the boardwalk, some people on rollerblades and more than a few runners like me. I was just wearing small shorts and a small shirt showing my stomach for running; some of the girls out running were just wearing bikini tops. Very revealing, but for me impossible. I am just a little too big up top for that. 

I ran about 4 miles and by the time I got back to my hotel I was tired. I took a nice long shower and began getting ready for dinner. This was going to be another one of those business dinners I have gone on hundreds of times. I know the people who had invited me well. We were going out to a fancy steakhouse and I thought to just wear the suit I had on earlier, but the weather was warm and I opted instead to wear the classic little black dress I usually pack – never leave home without it! I was going to be out with three men who worked for one of the companies I deal with often. 

 The plan was for them to pick me up in the lobby and we would all drive to dinner together. I liked that idea a lot because I had hoped to drink a little and was glad not to drive myself. They arrived on time and were standing in the lobby when I walked up. We have always been friendly and as I walked up I could see they were looking at my outfit. One of them said, "Wow, you clean up very nice." 

Sort of the joke compliment combo. "Thanks, you too." Two of the guys were my age, one was in his mid-twenties but he was more or less an assistant to the other two. I sat in the back seat of the convertible they were using with one of the senior guys while the younger guy drove. The back seat did not have a lot of leg room, so the way I was sitting with my legs crossed had the hem of my dress pretty high up on my thigh even though the basic hemline was only a couple of inches above my knee when I was standing. 

We did not have any serious business to discuss that evening, the entire evening was one of those dinners which had been set up weeks ago. Without anything pressing, the discussion was all over the place. We talked about some of the state of the industry, things that were happening at each of our companies and at the conference, but also sports, politics, families, etc. I was having a nice time. They had ordered some great wines and the food was super and the conversation was lively. The younger guy did not say too much during the meal. While I knew his bosses for several years, this was the first time I had met him. I noticed that he was looking at me quite a bit. I was not bothered, maybe even a little flattered, but I knew this was only business.

Dinner had taken about 3 hours by the time I got back to my hotel. I was feeling good, but I was not ready to go in just yet. However, I was not really in any condition to drive either. I went back to my room to use the bathroom and decide what I wanted to do. I decided to head back to the hotel bar hoping it was not dead. If it was, I would risk a short drive up to the boardwalk area. 

When I got to the bar, I noticed David from the night before right away. He was sitting at the bar with a couple of other guys, but not the same guy he was with last night. The bar was semi-crowded. There was a group of guys my age who were all dressed up who watched me walk in. 

It looked like they were all drunk. One of them said, "I hope you are not with anyone, we would sure like you to join us."

Under normal circumstances, that could have held some appeal. But coupled with the fact they looked drunk, a couple of them were outright leering at me. Not appealing at all. But since I had seen David sitting there and he had been such a gentleman and I had enjoyed my conversation with him the night before, I said, "Sorry guys."

David saw me walking up and got up and smiled, "Hi Beth."

He introduced me to the other men he had been talking to. They were both about his age but did not have his distinguished look – Jim and Terry. David asked if I would like to join them and what I was drinking. I looked around and saw they were drinking beer. 

"Sure. I will have a glass of red wine." 

David said, "Are you sure you would not prefer a glass of champagne?"

"I am not going to drink alone and you guys look like you're on beer."

He said, "Well, I will switch over if you are interested."

"OK then, sure."

He ordered a bottle of the same rose champagne we had drank before. I noticed the other group of guys could not believe I was with this group of older guys. I think David noticed too. 

He whispered with a wink, "I think the other guys are jealous." 

"That's OK, they were acting like jerks." He laughed.

The champagne arrived. Jim and Terry stayed with beer, so it was only David and I drinking. As before, the champagne was fantastic. David's friends were polite and asked the usual questions, where I was from, what I was doing down in Florida, etc. They were surprised to hear I was a scientist, even more so when they asked some good questions about the technology and market applications and I had all the answers. I guess they concluded I was not the typical 'dumb blond'. 

I was about midway through my second glass when Jim and Terry said they were going to be leaving. We had been having a nice conversation including some jokes, a couple off-color by Terry. I think they were gauging whether I was going to be embarrassed. I am not easily offended that way, the jokes were funny and they could see I was enjoying myself. 

David and I continued talking after they left. He got up to excuse himself to use the restroom. It was not long after he left that one of the guys from the other group came over. 

"Hi. Can I join you?"

"Well, the man I have been talking to will be back in a minute, but you can stay if you like until then."

He sat down on the stool next to me while I saw his friends all looking on. 

"Are you with that guy?"

"We are friends."

He continued, "Can I buy you a drink?"

I pointed at my half-full glass and the bottle, "I am OK thanks." 

It was a strange banter. It was almost as if they were checking whether or not I was involved with David. Once they evaluated the situation, then they would move in or not. It had never really been considered on their part whether I had an opinion about it. He had not introduced himself or really said anything of interest. 

David returned and sat down as before. So now I had David on one side of me at the bar and the other guy trying to join us. He seemed to be deciding on what to do when David said, "Who is your friend Beth?"

"I did not get your name. This is David and I'm Beth."

He looked at us, "Glen."

David held out his hand. 

Glen said, "Is it all right I was talking to her?"

"That is up to her."

He said, "Let me check with my friends. I think we are going to be leaving soon."

When he left, I said to David, "Sorry. As soon as you left, he moved right in."

"No problem. I think he has not quite figured us out."

I said, "Put your arm around me. Maybe he will get the hint and take off."

David did not waste any time. He leaned in close, put his arm over my shoulder and whispered, "I think I can be talked into it."

I looked over and smiled. He kept his hand on my shoulder while the bartender refilled our glasses and we had another drink. 

It became clear our little ruse worked. The other group started walking out. Glen waved at us as he looked back. I nodded back at him. I could almost see the look on all their faces, "Bitch." I mean really, they were jerks from the moment I saw them until they left. 

David had removed his arm from my shoulder as they left. He looked over at me and smiled, "Why do I have the impression that happens to you once in a while?"

I just smiled, realizing the question was rhetorical. 

He continued, "I imagine there are advantages and disadvantages to being a beautiful woman."

I took the compliment, "At times. Sometimes I get called a bitch and other times I get champagne."

It was starting to get late, but I was still enjoying the champagne and now feeling pretty good. 

"So what are your plans for tomorrow Beth?"

"I have to work again in the morning, and then I am playing some golf in the afternoon."

He asked where, and when I told him, he mentioned it was a good course. He said I would enjoy it. He then asked if I had any dinner plans for the evening. 

It was not exactly an invitation, more like an inquiry, almost expecting to hear I was going to so and so place.

I responded, "Nothing yet."

David said, "Well, it would certainly be my pleasure if you would like to join me. As my guest though." 

The last comment was to make a point that he was to be the host after my earlier comment about returning the favor and offering to buy him a drink. 

I said, "Would you mind if I called you after golf and see how I feel and how late we go?"

"Of course. No problem."

We were not really finished yet, there was plenty of champagne left, but he gave me a business card which had his home number and he wrote out his cell phone on the back. 

We continued our drinks. I was now on my third glass and after drinks at dinner I was feeling very good. What I really liked was that our conversation was very engaging. Just about the time we finished off the champagne, it was after 1 am. 

"David, I have got to get some sleep."

He finished off his glass and began to pay the bill. "Wait a minute, I will walk you down." 

After he paid, I said, "Thank you very much. I liked our talk."

"Me too."

We started heading for the elevator to go down. Another couple got on with us. The elevator was glass and we looked out over the inter-coastal waterway and all these fantastic yachts as we rode down. 

I said, "What a fantastic view."

David just smiled, "I know. I never get tired of it."

We walked toward the hotel lobby so he could get to his car and I could get to my room. I was not quite sure how we would do the parting ritual, but he was very smooth. He held out his hand and leaned over to give me a little European style kiss. I thought to myself it was just right. Whatever he might have been thinking, he was certainly a gentleman.

"Good night Beth. I hope you will be able to join me tomorrow."

"I hope so too. Thanks for your understanding. I will call you as soon as I know what I am doing. Good night."

I got to my room and fell asleep quickly. When the alarm went off, I felt refreshed. I got ready for another day of the conference. With my talk being over, I could dress more casually. I put on a tan skirt with a white button up blouse. I looked a little preppy, but not bad. I pulled my hair back in a pony tail and left for the convention center. 

I sat through about half the talks and networked during the rest. I also called into the office and was glad to learn things were running smoothly back home. 

I was looking forward to playing golf. I am a decent player, but it had been a while since I had played. Even when I am in practice, I am erratic. Just as easy to shoot 100 as 80. 

Anyway, I was to meet one of my suppliers at the golf course at around 1:30 pm. The course was not too far away, but I did not have much time to get something to eat. I went back to my hotel to change. Typical golf wear, I put on navy shorts and a white polo shirt. It was form fitting though and showed off my breasts. I had not been going for preppy again, but that is how it turned out. I grabbed a sandwich at the hotel and ate while I drove to the course.

I met my supplier at the clubhouse. I did not know the others we would be playing with, but they were other clients of my supplier. The good news was he was paying for everything; the bad news was I had to use rental clubs that were really not that great. 

The golf game was rather uneventful. I played OK, but not great. The rust was showing. I was drinking beer during the round, not enough to get drunk, but in the heat enough to keep hydrated. 

The round was slow and it was about 6:30 pm when we finished up. As a guest, I could not really blow out of there too fast, so we sat around and had a last drink in the clubhouse. We had talked enough about business while out on the course, all very professional. 

I got to my car around 7:00 pm. I had been thinking about what I wanted to do for dinner. I toyed with the idea of just eating alone and doing something casual. I also thought about driving into South Beach. 

It was not as though I was going to ignore David. He had been a gentleman and if I did not go for dinner, I would offer to meet for drinks. But as I drove toward my hotel, I thought it would be nice to have dinner with him after all.

I gave him a call on his cell phone. 

"Hi, David? This is Beth."

"Oh, hi, so how was golf?"

"Not bad, it was hot today. But I felt rusty out there."

"So, are you hungry?"

"What have you got in mind?"

David said, "Well, that is up to you. If you feel like driving, there are some fantastic places in Boca Raton and Palm Beach. Otherwise, there are some great local places too."

"Let's stay closer, if that is OK."

He said, "Absolutely. How about steak or seafood? Indoor or out?"

I thought about that as I drove. The weather was fantastic, "How about outside? Your choice on the food, either is good."

"I know a great seafood place with a good wine list. How much time do you need? I will pick you up at your hotel."

"How about 8:30?"

"Perfect, I will pick you up then."

"David, what kind of place is it? I mean, casual or dressy?"

"Oh yeah, it is definitely not casual, but I think it is pretty flexible after that. Any of the outfits I have seen you in would be perfectly appropriate."

"OK thanks. I will see you in the lobby."

I got back and hopped in the shower which felt really good. I put on some light makeup in keeping with the resort attitude of the week and dried my hair which I was going to wear down.

I had brought a nice light print dress without knowing if I would have a chance to wear it this week. It was a little too sexy to wear to the conference. It would be described as a tan and white dress, but there were a few other brown tones weaved in. It was sleeveless and low-cut with a hemline above the knee. I had brought some different lingerie for the trip. This dress was sheer enough I would have to wear white or beige and with the neckline on this one, I needed a bra that would provide some cleavage. 

I had brought a fancy matching set which was a lacy white push up style bra with a French cut panty. I checked myself out in the mirror and decided to add a pearl necklace to the ensemble. That sounds more ritzy than it actually was, I was happy with the whole outfit. Sexy without any hint of sleazy. I looked at the clock and needed to get moving. 

David was already waiting in the lobby when I walked up.

"Wow, you look great. I love that dress Beth."

"Thank you David."

His car was still at the door, a beautiful black Jaguar convertible. The valet got the door for me. As I sat and crossed my leg, I saw that my dress came up about mid-thigh. I was definitely showing some skin. 

David asked me if I would prefer to have the top up as we drove.

"No way. I love the breeze." But to keep my hair from blowing all over, I pulled it back in a barrette. 

David was dressed similar to what I had seen him in previously. He had a white open collar shirt with tan slacks and a blue blazer. He had a pretty nice tan, so the white looked good on him.

As we drove away, he said, "I am really glad you were able to make it."

"I have been looking forward to it. I am actually really hungry." Well, I was hungry and while I had not exactly been sure I was going to have dinner with him, there was no purpose to saying that.

"No problem, we have a reservation at a great seafood restaurant not far from here. I think you will like it."

The temperature was fantastic and the wind felt wonderful as we drove. He took us up along the water. It was fun to look at the people walking around and all the beginning of the nightlife scene.

I was pleasantly surprised to see where he was taking me. I have been to this restaurant several times before on previous trips and it is one of my favorite places down here. I did not let on, but I had a little smile as we drove up. I saw him tip the valet, I am sure to keep a good eye on the Jag.

The hostess verified our reservation and asked if we wanted to sit inside or outside.

David asked me, "I reserved outside, but it is up to you Beth."

"Definitely outside. Thanks for asking."

I knew the food was great here, but the other feature was the location. It sits right on the inter-coastal waterway. I mean when they sat us at our table, we were literally 4 feet away from the water. If you don't know about the inter-coastal, the water is completely calm. When no boat is going by, the water is completely smooth. Some boats go by every few minutes, but slowly and there are essentially no waves. The view was simply magnificent.

'David, this place is fantastic. What a wonderful choice."

He was happy with my reaction as we sat down. Our waiter came by with menus right away and asked if we would like to have something to drink first. 

David asked for the wine list, but asked me if we should have a glass of champagne first. 

I just smiled. That sounded perfect.

He asked what they had by the glass and ordered. I thought to myself it was nice to be out with someone who had some class and culture, with the means to enjoy it. It is not like I date guys with no class, but this was certainly a high level and clearly he had means.

He came back quickly with the drinks and we had a toast.

"Beth, very nice to make your acquaintance, and thank you for joining me tonight."

"My pleasure."

I took a sip and there are just times when a drink is just right and this was one. 

"MMMMMM"

It was David's turn to just smile. We started to look at the menu. While they had some meat dishes, it was clearly a seafood place and I quickly decided what I wanted. He asked what kind of wine we should get. I told him I was going to have fish, but I would still drink red wine if he wanted. We talked about several of the possibilities. It was not a cheap list, so I did not want him to select one to impress me with how much he was spending.

He said, "I think we'll get the Opus 1."

"Oh David, that is a fabulous wine but that is too much to pay. How about the Far Niente or the Mondavi, trying to give him some wiggle room."

"Don't worry about it. I love this wine and it is no problem."

I gave him a questioning look. He just smiled.

The waiter came back and took our orders. We both had stone crab claws for an appetizer and I got the Dover Sole. David ordered the wine and asked him to bring us another glass of champagne first. 

I must describe the setting. The temperature was in the mid – 70's with just a little breeze. We were right next to the water. It was a round table for 4; we were sitting in the adjacent seats facing out at the waterway while some beautiful boats traveled against a clear sky and wonderful backdrop. 

David was sitting to my left and raised his glass again while he covered my hand with his as we clinked glasses. 

We settled into again into unforced conversation as our meal came. The food was excellent, the talk was all over the place and pleasant and the wine was wonderful. 

I will admit I wondered what people were thinking who might have looked at us. We looked 20-30 years different in age and I thought I looked the part as 'trophy'. The thought was there, but I want to say it was a trivial factor. I was enjoying the evening immensely. 

A breeze came by at one point and I shivered just for a moment. David reached around and put his arm around me while he rubbed my arm. It was a little forward, but harmless so I did not try and stop him. What the heck.

We were continuing our dinner when what looked to be about a 45 foot boat went by and I commented how fantastic it looked. 

I was really amazed when David said, "Mine is very close to that."

I looked over at him, "What is it you say you did, mob boss or something?"

He laughed at that and told me again he had done quite well when he had sold the business he founded up north. 

"I guess so."

He asked, "Would you like to see it?"

I asked where it was and he said he lived in this area, we could see it whenever I wanted. 

It was already late tonight and maybe he saw my hesitation because he said, "I didn't mean tonight, I know you have to work again. Why don't you come out in the afternoon if you have time, I will take you for a tour of the area."

 He must have noted my expression change because he smiled. I had to admit his offer held an enormous appeal. I love boats and I loved the Ft. Lauderdale environment, especially the inter-coastal waterway even though I did not know much about it up close. 

"Thank you David, that sounds fantastic. Let me think about it a little."

"Sure, no problem."

We finished up the wine and the waiter came by to ask if we wanted coffee or dessert. I was full and David also declined anything else. 

"I know a great place where we could have a last nightcap and then I can get you back to your hotel, or we can go back now if you want to get back."

I looked at the time and said, "A nightcap sounds great."

I really was appreciative for the fine dinner, wine and company. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Thank you David, this was really fantastic. What a super place you picked out."

He took my hand in his, "Believe me, this was my pleasure. By the way, did I tell you how great you look tonight?"

"Yes, thank you."

I went to use the ladies room and the restaurant was mainly empty by then. By the time I had returned, he had settled the check and asked if I was ready to move on. 

"Sure, let's go."

We walked out to the car, this time David got my door, still the gentleman. The breeze felt great again, but this time I let the wind blow my hair a little wild. I closed my eyes as we cruised down the road. 

"Do you want the top up Beth?"

I brushed my hair back with my hand. I looked down and saw my dress had blown around enough that from where he was sitting, he could get a pretty good look at my breasts, at least what was not covered by my bra. Also my hemline was up a little higher than earlier. 

"No, this is great and I am afraid the damage is done already."

I did smooth out my dress a little, but it is simply difficult to sit in a car with a dress on and not show some leg. Probably the only aspect of the wind blowing me around that did not change much was the front of my dress would puff out allowing a good look from time to time. On the other hand, he seemed to be mostly paying attention to the road. Mostly.

"Well, I don't know about damage. You look great to me."

"Ah, still the charmer. Thank you."

It was probably about midnight by then. 

"Beth, have you thought about coming out on the boat."

I had been thinking about that, "David, I would actually love to go out on your boat. Would it be alright if I touch base with you in the morning to confirm after I see how my day is going?"

"Absolutely. You will have a great time."

"I love going out on boats and I have never been out on one like what you have, so I think it would be a real treat. Just let me see if it will work out."

There were two things going through my mind. The first was actually work related – if I had to conduct any more business meetings or if anything was going on back at the office which required my attention. The second was more or less gone by now, whether I was going to feel safe in his company. Out to dinner was one thing, out on a boat is another matter altogether. This concern had been essentially alleviated by him being a perfect gentleman.

We arrived at a trendy looking nightclub right on Las Olas. I could here jazz music from the indoor/outdoor place as David valet parked the car. The valet at least knew him as the 'good evening Mr. Miller' came out upon our arrival. 

The place looked to be a combination restaurant and bar but there was no one still having dinner at this time. I guess there were 60 or 70 people total in the place as we walked through. I quickly came to the realization he was a regular here as there were many greetings, waves and acknowledgements as we came up to the bar. 

I also quickly realized he was showing me off – the trophy concept again. I mean, what the hell. In a way it was a nice compliment. And again, he was very charming; introducing me to the various people we met. Much too many for me to remember everyone. The place was classy, and the people were dressed appropriately. Even those who were casual looked dressed expensively and trendy. It was also interesting how the widely ages were dispersed, perhaps for the music which was very good. I am not a jazz expert, but the sound was clean and smooth, and not so loud to be obnoxious. Sometimes with a female singer with a nice voice, other times purely instrumental.

David looked at me, "Your usual Beth?"

I let out a big smile. Champagne sounded great, so I nodded.

"A glass or should we get a bottle?"

I laughed, "A glass please, otherwise you will have to wheel me out of here."

That was not entirely true, I was feeling fine and I have noticed my alcohol capacity is surprisingly high to most people. More than one guy has bit the dust trying to get me drunk. On the other hand, I had the impression David could handle his drinking quite well too.

I have to say this part of the evening was really quite nice. It seemed like David knew everyone and people were interesting and interested in 'my story', all of that. 

David was with me most of the time. On occasion he would put his arm around my shoulder – I realized it was the 'showing me off' function. It is a very strange thing. I know most of the time something like this would not go well with me. I cannot put my finger on it, but I know the reason it did not bother me here was how charming he had been over the couple of days, he was not aggressive about it, I had the confidence it would stop if I gave him some gesture or whatever. I got the feeling he was perceptive to my attitude about it as well.

So I played along with it. I would cozy up closer to him. I was not returning the gestures and such, for example I was not putting my arm around him in return, but I would look up and smile at him and those we were conversing with so that it was obvious to anyone I was comfortable with the situation. 

He gradually became more comfortable as well. At first his hand would be at the top of my shoulder and then he would change from time to time. He started putting his hand down to my upper arm, which moved us to one threshold since the dress was sleeveless. After some more time, I could feel his fingers moving lightly over my skin.

I could not help wondering how much of this was strictly for his own pleasure, or how much was for showing off to the others present. Maybe even for the other women in the bar as much as the men. Maybe the point was to show that even though I was just down here for a short time, "look what I can attract", to give the others some higher degree of desirability. Really I don't know. How can you know accurately what is going through someone else's head?

I violated my own earlier comment as we had another glass of champagne. We had already been there for 30 minutes or so, but we were having a good time and I was in no real hurry to leave. I can go on a short amount of sleep easily as long as I had not drank too much, but we were in no danger of that. 

The various people in the place were interesting; some retired successful businessmen and wives, some with the younger girlfriends (how I appeared), some younger people of differing professions as real estate, the whole potpourri. 

David could sense I did not object to the little caresses and at some point he put his arm around my waist. I think again he was looking for any adverse reaction from me. I was sympathetic to him wanting to go slow, so at one point I moved in closer and returned the gesture as I put my arm around him. I looked up at him and he gave me a smile. It was almost as if he understood I was a good sport and he appreciated it. 

It is possible I have the psychology of the moment off somewhat, but I had the sense that this was his main hangout and he was taking a little chance bringing me there. On the upside, I think he enjoyed my company and there was a chance to show off the hot young blond to his friends and acquaintances. Maybe a little of 'my trophy is nicer than yours' sort of one-upmanship. The downside was that he could have been embarrassed if I was a cold fish. So maybe he deserved a break. 

The bottom line was he was a nice man. He carried himself well, was intelligent and had good manners. It would not have been my first choice being brutally honest to hook up with someone that much older than me and I did not need the money or a 'sugar daddy'. He had been a gentleman the entire time I had been with him and he had treated me very well – both respectfully and with his generous attitude on drinks, dinner, etc. 

So there can really be no surprise when once in a while David's hand would roam around a little. I cannot say he ever squeezed my ass, but I could definitely sense a movement south or a caress on occasion. I did not want to lead him on, but I also did not mind. He was not being stupid or provocative about it, no groping, so I did not make any attempts to sway his testing. 

At one point, he looked over at me, "Are you doing alright?"

"I am doing great, how about you?"

He smiled at that, "Me too."

He leaned his head downward to kiss me and we gave each other a short, light peck on the lips. It seemed perfectly appropriate action and probably further improved his stature with his buddies.

We were probably around 1:30 by then and I had to get up maybe by 8:30 am. He asked if we wanted one more drink and I looked at the time, "that is too much."

He said, "How about if we get one more and we split it?" 

The King Solomon solution, but not a bad idea. I could tell he was enjoying the whole thing and did not want it to end yet. 

"OK, but then I have got to go." 

I excused myself to find the ladies room. Even this late, virtually no one had left the bar yet. David handed me my glass when I returned and then brought his up to mine. 

He leaned down and said, "I want to thank you. You are big hit with my friends. Everyone wants to know how I met you, etc."

I got the idea, and I said "I have had a great time, I want to thank you. This has been a wonderful evening." 

David replied, "I would like to ask a favor, but you have to agree to say no if you are uncomfortable in any way?"

I did not know what was coming at all, "OK?"

"Would you mind if my friend takes a picture of us together?"

He had asked in such an unassuming way and I realized he had not even needed to ask. What would a person do if someone takes a photo? It is not like we are celebrities or something.

"Of course, no problem."

David said, "Thank you."

"Hey Mark, could you get a picture of us?"

It really was not a big deal. He took three of them, one where we were arm in arm, another where we were in a close up and then another where we leaned in close to each other. 

By this time, the place was getting ready to close up, or at least last call was already over. We finished up our drinks and it was time to get going. We said goodbye to some of the people we had talked to quite a bit and we headed out to the car. I think David was beaming. 

The valet got my door this time, "Drive carefully Mr. Miller."

We had been standing for much of the last hour, so it really felt good to sit down. It had cooled off quite a bit but it was still warm by my standards.

David asked if I wanted the roof up now.

I smiled back at him, "No, let's try it down unless it gets too chilly."

We headed out and by now it really was a little cool, especially that this dress was light and thin. I really have to say this was a great cap to an enjoyable evening. I had a nice meal, some great drinks and I was not close to drunk, but absolutely feeling no pain. The breeze was blowing my hair around but I did not care. My dress had rode up quite high on my crossed legs, not indecent but I mean a lot of skin was showing. It is sometimes good to be a runner; my toned legs looked pretty good this way. And like before, as the wind fluttered through the car, my dress was billowy enough on top to give a pretty good show if he had happened to look over at the right time. Fortunately when he would have a chance to look over at a stop, the wind would cease and my dress would lay flat. 

Sometimes silence is the best conversation and he must have felt that way too as we drove back. At one stop, he held out his hand and I placed mine in it as he gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you David, this was a great evening." 

He said, "Yeah, I agree. I really appreciate you coming out to the bar. I could tell all the guys were jealous."

I took it as a compliment, "Well, I had a nice time. I like your friends."

We got back to my hotel. The valet let me out of the car and he must have had a good look at my legs as I exited. Any woman knows it is difficult to get out of a car lady-like unless you are really careful and I was not. 

David apparently had no illusions about anything else because he told the valet, "I'll just be a minute." 

However, he did walk around the car and took both of my hands in his, "I really hope you can come out on the boat tomorrow, but if you run out of time, I know some other really good restaurants I am sure you would enjoy."

"Let me call you after lunch, but I am sure we can get together for at least something. I would like to anyway."

He smiled at me. It looked clear he was trying to decide whether to kiss me or not. I could see the hesitation, as if he worried by going too far he would jinx anything else. 

I did not think it was necessary, but I was sympathetic to his situation and it was not such a big deal, so I said, "Don't worry, it's OK."

He laughed at that, "Thank you."

With that he leaned down and our lips met. Our kiss was not very long and we did not open our lips, but as he took me in his arms, I felt very comfortable.

We had a short hug and then he said, "Sleep well; I hope to hear from you."

"You will. Good night."

I walked back to my room feeling great. A great evening in every way and I was not originally certain I even wanted to go out to dinner with David. That though floated through my head as I thought about whether to go out on the boat with him. 

As with the night before, I can not even remember slipping into bed, but I fell asleep fast and slept very soundly.

This was going to be the last day of the conference for me. Most of my business was done. I was going to listen to a couple of talks, call into the office to take care of whatever, and network a little more. The conference went through the afternoon, but I had no intention to stay past noon at latest. 

I was still thinking about David's offer to go out on his boat or whether to go out to the beach or see whether anyone at the conference wanted to go out and play golf. I really wanted to go out on the boat, but I was fighting a little bit of nervousness.

The noon lunch break came; the day had been nicely uneventful. I made up my mind and gave David a call.

"Hi David, I told you I would get back with you. But first, I wanted to thank you again for last night, it was really a nice time."

He said, "Why don't you tell me in person? Have you thought about the boat offer?"

"I have. I would like to take you up on it – it sounds like fun."

"Fantastic. When can you come out?" Did you eat yet?"

I said, "I am finishing up at the convention center pretty soon, but I would want to go back to the hotel and change first. It is a little warm for my professional stuff."

David offered to pick me up at my hotel whenever I was ready. 

"Would it be easier if I just drove out to your place, can I find it?"

"It's easy Beth. Come out whenever you like."

"That sounds good David. I tell you what, I am going to grab a light lunch here and maybe I can be out to see you by around 1:30."

"Excellent. By the way, it will get hot out there. Wear whatever so you will be comfortable."

I took down his address and directions. I finished up with the conference people and had a sandwich from the buffet table. I made my calls back to the office and everything was going well there. No more excuses.

I went back to my hotel and picked out what to wear and what to take. I selected one of my golf outfits, shorts and a sleeveless pullover. I thought about what he had said about it getting hot today, so I packed up a swim suit and some other small things in a little duffel bag. I pulled my hair up off my shoulders and made my way over. 

I could see as I was getting close his neighborhood was upscale. I had not known what to expect, but the homes I passed were probably all over a million dollars in this location.

David greeted me at the door with a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome."

He was dressed more or less as I was. He had on shorts with a loose print shirt. I entered a foyer which led into a high ceiling great room with large windows which looked out on his back yard and boat. 

I am remiss in not describing the place. His house was right on the inter-coastal waterway and his boat was parked right behind the house. I knew he had some money but I did not appreciate the scale. His house was incredible – large but really nicely decorated in furniture and artwork. It was truly amazing.

I had returned his small embrace as he greeted me. I looked around and said, "What is it you do again David, mob boss?"

He laughed again, "I already told you I sold my business, but I guess I might have left out it was a rather successful business. Let me show you around."

He gave me a little tour. It was not so impressive that it was huge, rather that the layout was very open so you could see from one end to the other. But the whole style of the building, the attention to detail on things like the kitchen, as well as the expensive looking furniture, etc was really impressive.

I complimented him on his taste in decorating. 

"Thanks, I am proud of the place, but I have also had some help with the decorating." 

It did not look like a bachelor pad, but it was certainly not feminine. The bedroom had a high ceiling with the ceiling fan; the bathroom was huge with a massive sunken bathtub. 

The back yard was not large enough for a pool, but he did have a Jacuzzi that was private from the neighboring houses. Certainly you would notice the houses were close together. After all, the property was really expensive there, so a large yard was not part of the deal. 

As we toured the backyard, I got my first close look at the boat. I heard it was 45 feet, but I also noticed was how nice it was. There looked to be a main cabin and there was also a very high up deck for piloting the boat. I guessed you could also do it from inside. 

David asked if I wanted something to drink before we headed out.

"That would be great; do you have water or a soft drink?"

He laughed, "I thought you only drank champagne."

I smiled, "It is too early for me."

"Well, I have some for later then."

I asked, "How long are we going to be out?"

He said, "However long you like. Do you have to be back at any specific time?"

"No, no. I am flexible, just curious."

"We can come back anytime you like, but I though to give you a little tour and that would take a few hours."

"Sounds good. I am in your hands."

We finished up our drinks and David said, "There is plenty to eat and drink on board."

He went to the front door to get my bag, "You don't want to forget your stuff."

"Thank you."

We walked out to the boat and he showed me around. It was deceptively big. The very highest level for piloting the boat was open to the air. The main deck had a large sunning area up front, and inside was a wide living area and a main piloting area. There was a large seating area and then an outside back area with more seating. What I had not anticipated was the lower deck which had a bedroom and bathroom with a toilet and shower, as well as a kitchen area with a good sized refrigerator. 

  "Do you pilot this yourself or have help?" 

"I do both, everything is so automatic that it is easy to do myself if I want. Today it is just you and I. That is why I wanted you to see where everything is. Help yourself to whatever, because at least some of the time out there I will need to concentrate on being captain. Don't worry though, it is easy."

"Oh, don't misunderstand my question. I am confident in your abilities. Just keep us from becoming the Skipper and Gilligan. "

"You are a lot better looking than Gilligan."

"So smooth. Well, you are a lot better looking than the Skipper."

He started up the engines while we were still tied up. There are no waves at all so when he went out to untie us from the pier, we did not move at all. 

David asked, "It is better for viewing to be outside up top as long as you don't get too hot. Otherwise we can stay here inside."

It was air conditioned where we were standing.

"I would prefer outside myself, like last night I love the breeze."

David said, "Good, me too."

We climbed up on top and got started. The boat was really smooth and he clearly knew exactly what he was doing. It was actually very impressive how he maneuvered the big craft so easily. One we got out into the middle of the channel we were really on our way. 

He was going slowly in this area, but he started talking and pointing out various homes and boats. I won't go into that detail, but some of places he pointed out were of some prominent people, other places belonged to some of the people I had met at the bar the night before. 

We got out into some of the wider channels and he picked up a little more speed. It was hot, but we were high up and when we started moving, the breeze made it quite comfortable. 

We had been out about 20 minutes when David asked, "Beth, would you do me a favor and bring up something to drink."

"Sure, no problem." 

He had wanted an ice tea and I brought up the same for me. 

He thanked me and asked if I wanted to take the wheel for a little while. He assured me it was easy and he was going to be right there anyway. He stood behind me and pointed out the various controls, but all I really had to do was keep it pointed in the right direction. 

I was really impressed by how easy everything was. David was right; the controls are so sophisticated now that it was not difficult at all, even with a boat of this size. 

He pointed out a direction and stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. It was casual, much like everything else he did. Not too forward, but it was also clear he enjoyed the small contact. 

To be candid, I did not mind at all. I have said before the age difference would normally make David not the kind of man who would attract my initial interest. But he had already got his foot in the door by the circumstances the last couple of days and I had liked what I saw. He was a classy and distinguished gentleman and as I also mentioned before, he was a handsome man. 

"See, you are a professional already."

I responded, "If you keep patronizing me, I will run us right over a little boat and blame you."

He laughed, "Aye, aye, captain."

I turned my head to look at him and smiled, "That's better. I run a tight ship."

I generally enjoy some teasing with people. I have a dry wit and sarcasm and I don't mind receiving as well as giving out barbs. 

He would use his position to lean over closer from time to time. He would keep one hand on my shoulder and take the other hand and point out something bringing his head closer.

This was really pleasant. It had become quite hot, but this was South Florida at 2:30 in the afternoon. The breeze made it bearable though. 

David asked, "If you don't mind, I'm going to get a little more comfortable and lose my shirt. And I don't know if you are getting hot. We could either go inside, or I don't know if you brought anything else?"

"You are too polite David, go ahead." 

It was hot. We did have a covering to keep the direct sun off and the breeze helped, but I had brought my swim suit. 

I asked, "David, what do you prefer? I am good to go inside if you like, or if you want to stay out, I probably will put on my bathing suit."

"Let's stay outside then." Whatever he had intended to say was probably irrelevant when he figured out he would see me in a swim suit.

I said, "If you will take over, I'll be back in a minute."

"I will try and avoid hitting anything while you are away Captain."

"Smart ass," I said jokingly.

I headed down the first ladder, went inside and then down to the lower cabin. I used the bathroom first and dug out my bikini from my bag. I had packed a couple of swim suits for this trip; one more conservative and one for south beach. The latter was essentially a thong and the top was very skimpy.

The one I brought on the boat was a light blue two piece bikini. When I say conservative, I only mean not Brazilian style. I looked good in it. I also have the philosophy that the body underneath is more important than the suit. Anyway, I looked myself over in the mirror and felt pretty good. 

He looked back as I came up and then turned around and did a double take and smiled. 

"Wow. Looking good Beth."

"Thank you David. Thirsty?" as I handed him another iced tea. 

"I just assumed you wanted another, but I can go back down if you would rather have a beer or something else." 

The refrigerator was loaded with a wide selection, but he said, "After this one, I'll probably switch over."

David was wearing only his shorts now. He looked good, very fit. He had a nice tan and a hairy chest. It was clear he worked out and spent some time in the sun.

He asked if I wanted to drive but I told him to go ahead. I sat down in one of the seats nearby and drank down my iced tea. I commented, "You are right, this is a lot more comfortable."

We had been out for about an hour then. We had passed quite a few boats and now we were out near the conference center and my hotel. We were in a wide channel now and were passing cruise ships and quite a few other boats in both directions. 

We were just back to talking now. In this area, there was not too much to point out. It was more just to enjoy the water and the sun and the air. What a fabulous day.

We were partially covered by the overhang, but it varied a little based on when we turned and such. I told David I was going to go and get some sunscreen, but he reached down and pulled out a bottle of lotion from a cabinet nearby and handed it to me. 

"I need some too when you are done."

I said, "I guess you stock everything." 

I started to rub it on my arms and legs while we were talking. I finished my stomach and then started on my chest. David was trying not to look, but he was peeking a little although his glasses provided some cover. 

"Take the wheel for a minute Beth and I'll get your back." 

I slid over to the wheel as before and David stepped behind me. We were just talking casually while he rubbed in the lotion. It felt good as he began.

I reached back to lower the shoulder straps so he could get good coverage. He did a little massage on my shoulders as he rubbed in the lotion. This also felt good. He then did my lower back as I raised up by top straps again. 

"Thank you. Go ahead and get yourself started and I'll get your back."

When he was ready, we traded positions and I did his back. While I did his shoulders, he made a sound showing he liked it. I was OK with that, but I finished rubbing in the lotion first over his entire back. When I was finished I went back to his shoulders and did a little massage. 

He said, "Oh that feels great."

So we continued talking while this went on for a little while. We talked on many subjects; he invited me to dinner again, asked about my job. I asked more about the business he had sold, different things. I asked about his family and how long he had been divorced. He said it had been about 10 years, the kids had already moved away. I did not press any more. He did say there was one woman he was seeing, but it was not serious and both of them dated others too.

He was also curious if I was involved with anyone or had been married, etc. I was candid that I was dating a couple of guys, sometimes on-again, off-again things. I did not give too much detail, but we both had a better idea of where each other stood. 


David said, "If you can handle things for a minute, I am going to visit the restroom. Can I bring you back something?"

We both thought to switch over to beer and I felt comfortable in this open part of the channel. 

He said, "Hit the horn if there is a problem and I'll come fast."

He was back quickly anyway with the beers. 

"So how do you like the boat trip?"

"Are you kidding, this is wonderful. I have been on boats lots of times, but not this size and not this beautiful location. Thanks for inviting me."

He moved behind me as when we started, "Let me return the favor."

He started to rub my shoulders as I had done for him. "That feels nice David."

He continued to rub the tops of my shoulders and upper arms. We were both quiet, enjoying the scenery. At some point he rubbed a little deeper and asked, "Too hard?"

"No, just right. Thanks."

As he continued rubbing my shoulders, I said, "Here, let me move these aside" as I slipped the bikini top straps off my shoulders. My top was in no danger of falling off; it was secure enough from the strap across my back. But without the shoulder straps, the upper part of each cup slightly fell away. You could not see my nipples, but quite a lot so I put one hand on the wheel only and held my other arm across my front.

He then began rubbing again, a little deeper than before. I would have liked to slump my head and close my eyes, but I was still steering even though it was only a slight amount of effort required. So for a few seconds at a time, I stopped watching and enjoyed. 

"How are you doing Beth?"

"You are pretty good at that David. I am doing really well." I said it laughing.

He took that as license to continue and kept rubbing. Sometimes he would work on my neck which felt fantastic. He apparently could tell and would spend a little more time. At some point he paused and shifted his position with one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my lower back. This was a little awkward as I was standing up, but it still felt good. 

I broke the ice a little saying, "I don't remember seeing the Skipper give Gilligan a backrub."

He laughed, "He might have if Gilligan looked like you."

I asked when we would begin heading back. It won't take as long to return, but we have a way to go. I left it up to him. 

As I reached over to get my beer, my top had come away a little and showed some of the top of my breasts. I saw him look down and smile. 

I acted indignant, "Hey, that is your fault."

He sensed I was not upset, "I am not complaining. Remember it is Mardi Gras time soon."

I laughed as I slipped the straps back up, "Well I did not see any beads big fella."

The sun and the breeze were magnificent and I was really happy to have come along. 

He said, "If you would have told me a couple days ago at the bar when we met that you would be out on my boat like this, I would have never believed it."

I said, "Me either, but I am happy the way it has worked out. You are a very nice man."

He started to turn the boat around and we began our return. He suggested we head inside for a while to cool off. It was over 90 degrees for sure. I was still OK being outside but I got the idea David had had enough heat for the moment. He asked me to take the wheel and he would yell up when he had control shifted to downstairs. It was only a few seconds before he said OK and I collected up the various cans, etc and followed him down.

I put the garbage away and joined him near the controls. It was very refreshing to be in the air conditioning and the tinted windows made it less bright. The only downside to the big temperature drop as I was standing there is that my nipples became very hard and while my suit was not ultra thin, it was pretty prominent. David did not look to be staring but I had no doubt he had noticed. I asked if he wanted anything else to drink. 

He asked if I wanted to open up a bottle of champagne to which I said, "That is very thoughtful, but I think I should wait a little until I cool off some more. Maybe another beer is a better idea for me."

He accepted that and had one too. He did say that he needed to stop off and get some more fuel and he had already begun maneuvering us to a pier where he could fill up. We got there and the workers pulled us close. David shut off the engines and went to the back. It was just another part of the experience and I followed him up. Maybe that was a little mistake because I immediately noticed a lot of eyes on me. 

A few of them knew David. "How's it going Mr. Miller?"

Maybe it was that I am nice looking, maybe it is that I have nice good sized breasts which looked good in this bikini, maybe it was the 25 years difference in our ages. But clearly they were checking me out as we got the fuel. 

David noticed too and had a little smirk. This was not too unlike the bar last night, he liked the feeling when people were checking out his date. I can understand the attitude I suppose. Anyway, I can play along so I came up close to David and wrapped my arms around his waist. He put his arm around my shoulder as we he talked to the fuel guys. 

We were soon on our way and back inside. David said, "Thanks for letting me show you off. That was nice of you."

"I can be a good sport, but I have really enjoyed this too. The least I can do is let you know that."

"Well, we certainly gave the guys something to talk about."

David showed me the downstairs controls while he went to use the restroom. Instead of standing at the wheel, there was a comfortable captain's chair to sit in while we cruised. He was back soon and resumed his station standing behind me. 

It was not long before he started rubbing my neck and shoulders again and like before it felt good. We were both quiet as we went along and he slipped my bra straps over my shoulder again as he continued to massage my shoulders. 

We talked a little as we continued, but I was enjoying the rub and I was really only responding when he asked a question. Unlike upstairs where we were both standing, even though the chair was elevated, he was standing above me higher this time and I was leaning back more in the chair. One of the effects of this was that he could not rub any lower than my back strap due to the chair back. 

On the other hand, at this angle, the tips of his fingers were now extending to my shoulder blades as he rubbed. I saw that from David's present position it was easy for him to see a good portion of the tops of my breasts as the top of the cups had pulled away a little. He could not see my nipples but a lot. 

He moved his hands to rub my upper arms and when he did that, my straps fell down even lower. He alternated deep rubs with a gentle touch as we moved forward.

"Still doing OK Beth? Have you had enough?"

"Oh, I have been enjoying this David, but stop whenever you want."

"Are you kidding, I am just happy you are letting me."

He made no move to stop. I understood what was going on. Of course he was enjoying touching a nice looking woman 25 years his junior. I was content too.

He tested the waters a little; his fingers would extend a little further down my front as he continued rubbing my shoulders. I was thinking about how far I was willing to let this go. He was getting a little lower and my cup on the right side was offering a good look from his vantage. I paused for a second and asked if he would hand me my beer. He handed it to me while he also took a drink from his own. 

I said, "There is something about a cold beer that is as good as champagne or a great bottle of wine." 

He brought his can next to mine, "To the good life." 

I set my can down and he did too, and then resumed his rubbing, "Unless you tell me you have had enough, I am enjoying this Beth. You have wonderful skin."

"David, you should get a job doing this, I am feeling very pampered today."

His fingertips again touched the front of my shoulders as he rubbed. At one point, he rubbed my neck with his thumbs. When he did this, the fronts of his hands extended down my chest with his fingers resting flat. 

He did that a couple more times. He was moving slowly and I thought he was trying to be perceptive to whether I objected. Smart man, he was certainly going slow enough to see if I was objecting to anything. He began to ignore my shoulders and now his palms were flat on my upper chest, lightly rubbing. His fingertips were now touching the upper part of my breasts.

His right hand moved ever so slowly downward. He paused, went a millimeter lower, paused, again and again. I felt his finger now touching the top of my bikini.

He lifted his hand higher for a moment and then I felt his fingers slide over my right breast over my bikini. The anticipation was incredible.

He paused and then I felt him cup my breast in his hand very, very gently. The lower part of my bikini top was still relatively tight and constrained his complete access. Then I felt his left hand moving slowly down until he was cupping both of my breasts, only the left one was under my bikini top. 

He whispered, "Are you OK Beth?"

I responded, "Gilligan sees there are some perks to being first mate on this boat."

He was so incredibly gentle and tender with his caresses and then I felt his fingertip tracing around my nipple. It felt electric. My breasts are a very sensitive part of my body. While I was enjoying his light feathery touch, I waited for him to squeeze them, but he was still only barely touching me. 

He removed his hands and I felt him push me forward a little and reach down to unhook my top from the back. He used both hands and it was released quickly. I held my arms close to my sides so it did not fall off completely, more loosely hanging. 

David moved his hands down my chest again and easily slipped his hands under my top to touch my breasts again, like before only very gently. I let a deep breath go and let my arms loosen up. He recognized it and lifted my top completely away. 

My nipples were rock hard. Light touches like he was doing will always have that effect. The fact is I have great breasts – men are always commenting natural is best and my 34C were soft and firm at the same time. He now gave them a squeeze and I closed my eyes again to enjoy the feeling. 

He used the index fingers of each hand to trace my nipples, which were in no danger of softening up at the moment. I lifted my hands up to cover his hands – he squeezed me and I squeezed him over the top. 

What a setting! We were still cruising along the inter-coastal waterway, albeit at a very slow speed. The windows were tinted, but I had no idea of whether anyone would be able to see anything or not. There was not a lot of traffic anyway so there really was no danger of that. 

I reached my arms way back over my head to rest on both his shoulders while he began to massage my breasts more firmly. None of this was anywhere close to groping, his touch felt wonderful. 

Neither of us had said anything for a while until he broke the silence, "Beth, you are an unbelievably sexy woman."

"Thank you David. You have a nice touch."

"I would have not believed your breasts were natural, they looked so good, but they feel fantastic."

"I am glad you find them acceptable." But I said it jokingly.

I understood him better now. I had been a little confused over his level of interest in me versus his desire to show me off. I now realized both attitudes were present. 

 He stood up as we began to approach another channel turn. 

"We need a time out I am afraid."

I stood up and let him take over. None of this was too complicated 'driving' but it was better to let him concentrate until we were through the turn. I stood over to the side. He looked over and smiled while he checked me out. 

It is one of those times when you are grateful to be in shape. I guess my running had paid off on my general weight, toned legs and butt. However, you also thank nature for nice breasts and good hair. I did a little twirl for him and he laughed. 

I also noticed he had a little more going on under those shorts than before – I guess it was clear he did not have a problem in that area. I am no expert on guys this age, but you here a lot of stories about guys of all ages who can't get it up. 

I took a drink of my beer and handed David his can. It felt good to be walking around topless. If you had told me a few days ago the prim, proper scientist attending a work conference would be walking around topless on a boat on the inter-coastal waterway with a guy 25 years older who had just been feeling me up, I would have bet everything I own against it.

As with all of my adventures, this had not been planned and I knew that was part of why it had happened. A series of very small, trivial decisions leading up to significant event that never would have happened if not spontaneous.

Another significant event occurred as I realized he had gotten me horny. I went down to use the restroom and my pussy was very wet. I returned with some more beer for each of us. Instead of taking the offered can, David pulled me to his side and put his arm around my waist as we moved on.

He said, "We are probably about an hour from getting back. Are you hungry?"

I put my arm around his waist and squeezed, "No, I am good. Do you want me to bring you something?"

"I have everything I need right here." He looked down at me and smiled. 

I responded, "Oh yeah, right, I'm sorry. Here is your beer."

He laughed at that, "You know what I mean."

He said, "I hope you did not mind...... you know, what was going on earlier."

I looked up at him, "I would have told you if I didn't like what you were doing."

During this discussion, his hand around my waist had been placed where about half was on my bikini bottom side and half on my bare waist. He had begun to move his hand in little circles though and I felt it gradually lower onto my butt. 

I playfully slapped at his hand, "See; now you are being a bad boy."

We were talking on several light topics when he asked, "What do you do to stay in shape Beth?"

I talked about running being my basic exercise for physical and mental health. 

"How about you David? You are in good shape."

He added, "For my age you mean?"

I admitted, "Well yes, that is true, but I think you are in good shape for any age, to be honest." I continued, "It is just a fact you are older than me, but that does not mean you don't look good."

"Thank you, that is very sweet."

"David, I am not patronizing you. You are a good looking guy. It is true it is not hard to find dates if I want, but just because some younger guy is gorgeous looking doesn't mean I want to go out with him. You have been very charming and intelligent the entire time I have known you."

He pulled me close again and I stood by his side with our arms around each others waist. It was clear he had been thinking about all that had transpired. 

"Why do you think I let you give me a massage?"

He said, "It did not look like you minded."

"David, I liked it. You were getting me all worked up. I came out with you because I wanted to, you should remember that. I could have easily said no."

He held his hand out and I went over to his side as he put his arm around my waist. 

David said, "This is the life. You feel really good like this."

I gave him a squeeze in response and put my palm on his hairy chest. And when I say he had a hairy chest, I do not mean excessively, only that most of the guys I dated did not have much. 

So this felt different, in a nice way. In the same way that someone his age would not necessarily be my first choice of physical attractiveness, chest hair also fit into that category. But since I had not much experience with either, it was definitely not a turnoff. 

David was smiling as I lightly scratched his chest and swirled my hand around. At one point, he laughed as if I had tickled him.

"Ticklish?"

"No, I am enjoying this."

I continued, "I am not used to guys with a lot of chest hair. I like it."

He seemed to like this – I wondered if he had been thinking before not that I liked what he was doing, I just had not tried to stop him. Maybe now as I was taking some initiative in being closer that he appreciated my attitude better. I really don't know. 

But to be candid, I liked the mutual touch and I was enjoying running my hand and fingers over his chest. 

I felt his palm caress my lower back, "Feels great Beth." 

I slid my hand across his chest and stomach, very lightly running the soft part of my fingers along his beltline with my open hand. At one point he deeply inhaled as my fingers moved around, the effect being there was a small gap between his skin and his shorts. I had not been intending to do that but my little finger actually got stuck for a minute when he exhaled. 

We both laughed at that. 

"Oops, sorry."

"No problems Gilligan. The skipper is happy."

I laughed again. I was glad he was enjoying himself and I was somewhat torn over whether I had been teasing him too much. I ended up not being sure, but I was still enjoying it and he seemed to be also. 

I rubbed his back too but he was smooth and I told the truth, but playfully said, "I like your chest better. I like the hair."

He just chuckled, "I am glad you are happy, because I sure like what you are doing."

I paused my caress to look up at him, "Oh yeah?" 

During most of this, my right hand had been resting low on his back. In fact, I had hooked my thumb into a belt loop and rested my hand on his outside hip. 

He only smiled. I continued and as I was tracing his beltline again, it felt as though he breathed in deeply or pulled in his stomach so the little gap came back. I saw it rather than felt it this time and I traced my pinky all along his beltline getting back the small shudder as I finished. 

I thought about the situation again, not knowing the best way to proceed. I reached my arms around his waist again to give him a hug and brought my hands together at the beltline but on his outside hip. 

He returned the hug by pulling me in tighter. When we broke the hug, I backed off to have another sip from my beer. David followed suit and then sat down in the captain's chair as we both relaxed. 

There was a little bit of boat traffic nearby now and I could see he was paying a little more attention to his driving. I stood behind him – now his shoulders were lower than when I had rubbed his shoulders previously. 

I tried to repeat what he had done for me earlier, starting on his shoulders and then rubbing his neck. 

David said, "Oh yeah, right there."

I worked out a couple of knots and then as he had, I rubbed my thumbs into his neck and my palms were on the front of his upper chest. After a couple of minutes I started running my fingertips over his chest hair. This was kind of fun again, because standing up above him I could easily reach my arms down to his stomach without bending down. I was doing some more of my swirls, but he really seemed to respond when I would lay my palms flat as I went down from his shoulders to his stomach, but then used my finger nails lightly as I came back up. 

He said, "You should be the one who gets a job doing this."

It was pretty clear David was enjoying this and frankly I was surprising myself by liking the feeling of his chest hair. I still think I prefer smooth in general, but this was a nice departure. So I continued but leaned over a little so my fingers went all the way near his belt and then did my little fingertip touching on the way back. I would move my hand position a little each time as I went down, sometimes closer together and other times farther apart from each other. I would come back up with nails one time and then the soft part of my finger tips the next time.

It is really strange how a particular style appeals to one person and not to another. David really liked this alternating style on his chest which was apparently quite sensitive. 

I pressed down harder with my palms as I went down this time and leaned over a little more to get some more leverage. Two things happened when I leaned over that far. The first was my breasts rubbed up against his shoulders and the second was I had not been paying close enough attention as I moved my hands down. I had closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations and I ended up going well past his belt line. The only saving grace was that I had done this move with my hands spread relatively far apart and my fingers ended on his thighs. 

We had both been quiet again during this part of the 'session', but David responded with, "You have got to come to the hotel spas and teach them how to give massages like this."

I played the good sport again, "So I am not boring you."

"You are kidding, right?"

I did it again this time but held it longer this time at the end. I actually went down lower with my hands but only the heels were touching him. I got all the way down so the heels of my hands were at his belt. 

"Still doing alright David? You're not going to crash the boat, are you?"

He laughed, "If you stop, I will crash it out of spite."

That made me laugh hard, "You are a clever man, good comeback. OK, how long till we are back?"

"We are close, but it will be a while. There looks to some delay at the drawbridge."

I asked, "Are we allowed to go around? We are not big enough to need it opened."

He replied, "It doesn't really work that way, we need to go through in order. Sometimes it happens."

While he said that, he throttled back on the engines and then put us in reverse to stop our momentum and essentially we were just sitting fully stopped. 

He continued, "So I guess you have some more time for your massage."

He had said it with a wink and smile. 

I continued going back to some combination of what I had done earlier where my breasts were pressed against his shoulders as my hands went lower. I did it with the heels of my hands again only until I reached his belt line but then pressed my palms down on his upper thighs and held this for a little. He liked everything. 

I was enjoying this almost as much as David. It was great to be able to do this and have it be so appreciated. I teased him a little as I went down again. This time I put my hands closer together as I went down his chest. I did the deal where only the heels of my hands were touching his belt. I could see he had a little tent going though. I moved my hands apart and pressed against his thighs again – with the same reaction.

I was enjoying all of the mutual touching which had been going on. There can be no doubt anticipation adds a huge amount of sexual excitement. When he was rubbing my shoulders and inching forward, I wondered whether he was going to try and touch my breasts, especially how he had tended to be a shy gentleman from that perspective. 

I thought about how my teasing was being taken by him, what he expected and how far I was prepared to go. If the anticipation is left unfulfilled, the teasing is probably bordering on cruel, which was not my intention.

I moved my hands around on his outer thighs this time and came up over his stomach and chest with my nails very lightly. I started up at the top again this time going directly down the center of his chest, more slowly than before, pausing and the inching down a little more. I paused again when my fingers touched his belt. I pushed my hands down so both were on his thighs and then back up again. 

I stood up now and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Beth, that was absolutely fantastic."

"So you don't want the rest?" He just looked at me a little puzzled.

With that I turned his chair to an angle away from the wheel. He could still steer, but now I had some more room. I walked around to face him. As I was standing near his feet, I then kneeled down and put a hand on each of his knees while I looked up at him. My fingers were spread wide as I slid them slowly up his thighs, stopping at the hem of his shorts. I pulled back with my fingernails lightly scratching against his skin. His head went back and he closed his eyes for a second and then continued to watch. I guess my view was he should enjoy the show too as well as the sensations.

I did this again; and then lightly caressed all the way down his calves on the way down. As I went back up, instead of stopping at his hem, the legs of his shorts were baggy enough that I could slide my fingers underneath. I slid them far enough so that half of each hand was underneath.

I did that again as I watched David looking at me. This time I had gone under almost as far as possible. The shorts were baggy but not quite baggy enough. I could just touch the bottom of his briefs with the tip of my finger. I turned my hands a little so that instead of the tops of his thighs I was more on the inner thighs as I went back. I did this a couple more times. The next time I slid my hands over the top of his shorts and went up high enough so my fingers went all the way up to touch his belt. 

I did this a couple of more times. He again closed his eyes for a few seconds as he enjoyed this sensation. I moved my body a little closer to him now, spreading his legs a little wider as he leaned back on the captain's chair. 

I looked straight up at him as I ran my fingertips over his thighs just a little under his shorts. I then reached up and moved in closer yet. My elbows were now resting on his thighs and my fingers were touching his stomach. I was tracing little circles. As I came back down he breathed in again and made the little gap between his stomach and his shorts. I slipped the index finger of each hand inside about a half and inch and slid them from inside to outside. He realized what I was doing and he held his stomach in even more and I slipped the rest of my fingers in the gap. Neither of us said anything, but I could see from his face 'I can't believe what is going on.'

I said, "This belt is in the way."

I had to look down to get the belt unfastened. Once it was unhooked, the waistband of his shorts was much looser. I moved back down a couple of times and worked my way up his thighs again going up about half way with my hands before running out of room. He shifted his position a little and there was a little more room so I could go under with my entire hands. 

David was alternating between keeping an eye on the other boats and the drawbridge and watching me. 

I went back up again to his stomach and waistband. This time I tried to undo his shorts, but ran into some mechanical malfunctions. 

I looked up and said softly, "David, stand up."

He seemed to be out of energy from watching, but did as instructed and I was able to get his shorts unzipped now. I slid his shorts down and saw he had on some tight black briefs underneath. I could easily see the outline of his hard dick. 

This was not just for him. The truth be told, the whole experience had made me horny too. I caressed his thighs and then traced the outline of his dick and balls with my fingertips. I then reached up and hooked my fingers inside the waistband to peel them off of him, his dick standing straight out as I did. 

His cock was just a little over average, maybe around 6 or 7 inches, but just right, nice and thick. He had a good amount of hair, and like his chest hair, did not bother me for some reason today. 

He sat back down as I had now removed both his brief and his shorts from around his feet. I moved my hands back up his thighs very slowly starting at his knees and then caressed the outside of his hips and stomach. 

No doubt I was teasing him now, but this kind of teasing was going to pay off for him soon whether he knew it or not. I had decided I wanted to make this memorable for him, but he could not have known what would happen. In fact, I got the idea he thought I would only touch him and if he was very lucky I would stroke him a little.

"David, don't forget to make sure we don't hit another boat."

He laughed for a second, but stopped when I lightly touched his dick with my fingertips, softly touching the shaft from bottom to top. I followed that up by taking his dick in my hand and giving it a couple of strokes. 

David was watching me carefully. I was looking right at him as I started to lick the bottom of his shaft with my tongue and then slowly work my way up.

You just reach a point where the teasing needs to stop. I was probably way past that point with David. I had had my fun, but I was also very turned on and while still looking right at him while I was licking the head of his dick, I began lowering my head to take maybe half of him all at once. 

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back in ecstasy. His cock was velvety soft even though he was rock hard. I would like to take the credit for that, but I think he had been erect from the time he had been rubbing my shoulders and touching my breasts. 

I began gently sucking on him and then pulled back to lick and suck only on the head. I looked back up at David, but his eyes were completely closed. I gave his dick a couple of strokes with my hand and then he looked down at me.

I looked up and smiled at him, "Are you OK, should I stop?"

It was a serious question, and he replied, "This is the best boat ride I have ever had, I am sure glad I bought this thing."

I took the head between my lips and lightly sucked, then pulled back, "So you think I came out because of your boat, huh?"

Before he could reply, I went down deeply on him. It was not aggressive; I could tell from all day he was more of a gentle passionate man than rough. He had a nice thick cock, but because he was not too long, I was able to take maybe all of him except for an inch in my mouth. I felt the tip on my throat and I went down slowly and relaxed so I would not gag. I was able to hold that position for a few seconds, but then I backed off a little so I could suck. 

I felt David's hand on my head. He was not pulling on me, more of resting his fingers on my hair. I began to bob my head up and down while sucking him. I had been holding his ass while I was sucking. I felt him begin to tense up and I felt him start to pull my head back.

"Beth, I'm going to cum."

I pulled my head back so that only the head was in my mouth when I felt the first stream. I pulled back farther yet and he shot another stream onto my chin. His cum tasted lovely and warm as I swallowed. I began stroking him as another small stream dripped onto my breasts, followed by some more dripping down from my chin. 

David had his eyes closed during his orgasm, so he was not looking back at me while I continued to gently stroke him. I leaned up and took the end of his dick to spread around his cum on my tits. He now looked and smiled as I looked back up at him. While still looking up, I started licking the end of his dick and then took him back into my mouth, lightly sucking. I could taste a few more drops as I sucked as he began to soften quickly. 

I felt his hands on my head while I was doing this; almost that he was too sensitive for this. I didn't release him, but I just held his dick on my tongue without moving. 

I was not surprised he had not held out very long before his orgasm. I felt some of the credit was mine. I like sucking cock and I think I am pretty good at it; men's comments make me think they agree. I did not have the impression David had this kind of treatment from younger women every day, especially someone with my looks. I am not trying to be egotistical about my looks, but I think most men would find me attractive.

 When I finally lifted my head, he was still looking at me and I licked my lips and took my finger to take a little of his cum off my tit and then licked my finger. He held his hands out and took mine in his hand and helped to lift me up. 

I wondered what he was thinking. Some guys have problems with a woman who is assertive in the bedroom, some guys love it. He answered my question when he pulled me close and kissed me. He was still not aggressive in his kiss, but his tongue immediately probed my mouth, as if he wanted to taste me.

"That was fantastic Beth. You have turned out to be a big surprise."

"I liked that too David. I am also surprised; this is not something typical for me."

That part was certainly true. Once again, my theory on my travel adventures was borne out. An unplanned event, a safe environment, a place where people did not know me, and of course a person who got through my guard. 

He kissed me again and said, "You have good timing. They are starting to move again."

Sure enough, the drawbridge was rising and some of the lead boats were moving again. David started the engines again, but did not get us moving yet. I stood behind him and patted his butt. 

He smiled at me. We had been out a while. It was not dusk yet, but the sun was low now. It was beautiful to be out on the water at this time of the day. 

"David, let me take the wheel for a minute. Get dressed and let's go up on top for the last bit of the trip?" 

I said it in a questioning way, but he replied, "Good idea, it should have cooled off by now."

He slipped on his shorts without his brief and said, "I'll yell down when I have shifted the controls."

I heard him say 'OK' and I went down to the bathroom to clean up a little. I wiped off my face and chest. It looked like I had gotten some sun today, but not too much. As I looked in the mirror and thought about what had just happened, I realized I had not regretted anything at all. I knew it would never have happened 'normally', but was another of my adventures to be savored. 

I toyed with the idea of walking out on deck topless, but not for long. I grabbed my bikini top from the floor, put it on and walked up to see David.

It was still warm, but it was much cooler than earlier. In fact, with the sun low and casting its light on the water and the surroundings, the breeze blowing now that we were moving again, it was simply fantastic.

I walked up and stood next to David. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. He gave me another kiss and held me in a warm embrace and then we stood side by side with our arms around each other. 

He said, "What a fantastic afternoon. I am sure glad you came out today."

"Me too David. The boat ride was nice too. I suppose it ended up being a good thing they had problems with the drawbridge."

"That is a problem Beth. I called ahead while you were in the bathroom earlier and asked them hold us up, but now I have to give him a tip."

I caught the joke and we both laughed. We were close to his place now. We passed the home of one of the people who were at the bar the night before. David slowed down as they saw us coming and waved. Alex was about David's age and I am not sure if Sharon was the wife or girlfriend, but I guess she was in her mid-40's. They were a nice looking couple who were very friendly at the bar.

It looked like they were surprised to see me with David, as if the night before was a unique event. They were both dressed as we were. It looked as though they had been swimming. 

It was a little strange being up so much higher as we stood on deck looking down at them. They asked us how the boat trip had been and I had to suppress a smile as I answered, "Fantastic. He gave me the grand tour."

They asked what we were doing this evening. David answered we had not talked about that yet, probably we will get some dinner. They asked if we wanted to come over for a drink. 

David said, "Thanks for the offer. Let us get back and talk about and give you a call."

"No problem."

They waved after us. It was a couple more turns when I finally recognized his place. David asked what I would like to do. It had not really come up before. We had apparently both assumed we would have dinner together. I asked him what he would like to do and he was open to whatever I wanted. 

"If you want to have a drink with them, that would be fine. I think you would like them."

"Yeah, I remember them from last night. They were very nice." 

It was Thursday evening now and I was going to fly back on Saturday morning, so there was time. I had more or less come to the conclusion I would be spending more time with David before I left. 

"OK, lets go over for one drink, but make up something that we have a dinner reservation and we cannot stay long."

"Deal."

I thought he would wait until we got back to his place, but David pulled out a cell phone and told them the plan. He parked the boat and I jumped out to pull the rope over. David came over quickly to tie us up securely, and then went back to the boat to shut things off and close up. 

He carried off my duffle bag as he came. 

"I need some of that stuff. I look a mess."

"Not at all, you are absolutely gorgeous."

I smiled, but I knew that I could use a shower, etc. David said they were only about a minute away by foot, but since we would be walking to their house, I put on a thin white cover-up over my bikini.

They greeted us at the door and welcomed us in. Their house was of similar style to David's, everyone seemed to have plenty of money. 

As I looked around, I said, "Wow, nice place." 

Sharon did not give me the thorough tour, but pointed out a few things. The only real difference I noticed to David's house was they had an elaborate screened in area in the back yard which included a pool, hot tub, and an extravagant barbeque area. There was no boat off the back of their place and the view was spectacular. 

Alex asked what we would like to drink. Since we had been drinking beer all day and I was now getting hungry, both David and I decided to stay with beer. Sharon asked if we wanted to swim and to be honest, when I saw the pool I was hoping they might ask. 

"I would love to take a quick dip."

David just told me to go ahead. The guys sat at a patio table. I peeled off my cover-up and kicked off my shoes. Standing in my bikini next to Sharon was interesting. I was about 4 inches taller, but we probably weighed the same. She had blond hair also, but it was much shorter than my shoulder length even though mine had been pulled up all day. I had larger breasts, but she had a fantastic tan. 

I climbed in, the water felt wonderful. I had not wanted to swim, more just to rinse and cool off. Consequently, I did not stay in too long. When I emerged, I saw the water had the typical effect on my nipples and there was no way to avoid the obviousness other than Sharon offered me a towel and I wrapped myself in it.

We chatted for a few minutes while we had our drinks. As before, they were very friendly and the conversation was easy. I suppose part of this environment was simply more relaxed. 

Alex was taller than David. He had a nice tan too, but you would call his body type lean. He had a strong receding hair line up top and was grayer than David, but he was a nice looking man also. Unlike David with the hairy chest, Alex looked completely smooth. So much so that I wondered whether he shaved his body.

True to his word, David mentioned we had to be taking off. He said we had dinner reservations and needed to get cleaned up first. They asked if we were coming back to the bar afterward, to which he said 'maybe'.

They were very casual about that and gave a generic invitation, "Well, let us know if you want to do something tomorrow. You can come over and join us in the hot tub if you want."

We thanked them for the drinks and walked back. 

"I like them, nice people David."

"I have known Alex for a long time; we were business acquaintances from long ago. He and Sharon have been together about 10 years now."

As we got back to David's place, he asked what kind of food I wanted. 

"I am flexible, but starved, so whatever we are going to do, let's not make it too far away or too long."

He asked how long I needed to get ready, to which I replied about thirty minutes. 

"There is a great steakhouse nearby, if that is all right."

"Steak sounds perfect."

I grabbed my bag and we agreed he would pick me up in about 45 minutes accounting for the drive back. I got back to my hotel and immediately jumped into the shower and got ready.

David had already seen most of my outfits. Frankly, I had not expected to dress up so much. All I had left was another little black dress, although this one was sexier than the earlier one. It was shorter and had a neckline showing a little cleavage. It had spaghetti straps and stretchy material, the impact being that this dress was worn without a bra. I had actually not expected to wear this one on this trip, it was a 'just in case' outfit. 

I wore my hair down and put on my pearl necklace. I also put on some slightly higher heels than before. David was right on time, again waiting when I got there. He looked fantastic, with a simple white open collar silk shirt, black pants and a black jacket. It was like we had worked this out in advance.

He let out a big smile when he saw me, "Beth, my god, you look stunning."

What the heck, I would be a lie to say it was not nice to hear. "Thank you David. We look like a couple tonight." 

He got the door to the car himself, the walked around and got in himself. Tonight because of the shorter dress, I was showing a lot of leg as I sat there. When he asked about whether to put the top up or not, tonight I preferred it up. I had just gotten my hair made up and did not feel like having it all blown around so soon. 

He was happy to do that and I said, "We can drive with it down on the way back."

I had also brought a black shawl in case it got chilly and this dress did not offer a lot of cover. We got to the restaurant and were given a charming little booth. This looked to be a high class place and when I saw the prices on the menu, I gave another of my little lectures to David.

"Geez, David, can you find a more expensive place?" I was smiling as I said it though.

"I am sure they can drum up a hamburger for you, but I am getting a steak." 

Touché'

We had a nice conversation during a fine meal. We got champagne with appetizers and he got another fantastic red wine with our meal. A few people knew David, including some of the wait staff. 

He was polite as always, introducing me as "this is my friend Beth."

I jokingly asked him if he knew everyone in Ft. Lauderdale. 

There were people nearby, but we talked a little about what had happened on the boat. It was strange, but it was a little as if David felt guilty over having taken advantage of me. 

"I don't remember it that way; I seem to recall the last part being my idea. And by the way, did it seem to you that I was upset about anything?"

He smiled and that silliness had passed. The restaurant had excellent service, but after all the courses, it was starting to get late and we decided to head out. 

He asked if I would like to have a nightcap somewhere, offering that we could back to the same bar as yesterday, someplace different or we could go back to his place if I preferred. He was pretty much leaving it up to me. 

I asked what he would like to do, but he was not trying to lead me anywhere. I think both of us were hoping the other would take the lead. We had already had a decent amount to drink already; beer all day, and then champagne and wine at dinner.

Finally I grabbed his arm and squeezed and said, "I think we should have one drink at last night's bar and then head back if we want to have another at your place."

He seemed to like this plan a lot. I even got the impression he had been hoping for something like this.

We pulled into the bar and the same valet as last night got the door for me. There was no way not to get a look at my legs the way I was sitting, and there is not really a good way to exit without also showing some more skin. The bottom line was he got a great view of my legs and had a smile on his face as I got out.

I had forgotten about how many people David knew at this place, perhaps even more this evening. Some of them had met me the night before too, so we said hello to quite a few people as we came back in. 

We ran into Alex and Sharon again. It was hilarious as Sharon and I looked at each other and were dressed almost identically. We did the mocking "How dare you!" but it was all in fun. 

David ordered champagne and we had a toast. David seemed absolutely glowing with pride these same friends saw him with me again. He had his arm around me quite a bit and I felt him rub his hand against my butt a few times. I did not mind. He was being discrete about it and it felt good. He must have wondered whether I was wearing any panties though, as I had put on a thong, but he might have missed it. 

Alex and Sharon invited us to come over, but I answered before David could.

"Not tonight, I am about to fall over I am so tired. But if the offer still holds, we'll do that tomorrow."

I felt we could always get out of it by coming up with something, but that was for tomorrow. David got the message and started saying goodbyes. We got out to the car.

I smiled and said, "Thanks. It has been a long day. Let's have a last one at your place."

I rested my head on his shoulder and he put his hand on my knee as we drove. It was not long until we got back to David's house. We came in through the garage entrance and motioned for me to have a seat in the great room. 

I sat down on the sofa while he went into the kitchen to get the drinks. He came out and surprised me with a bottle of champagne and glasses. 

I said, "This is your idea of a nightcap?"

He chuckled, "Well maybe a couple, but I know you like this. I can get beer if you prefer."

I laughed, "Sit down and stop being goofy."

He opened the bottle and we clinked glasses as we sipped. Fantastic. 

He said, "I enjoyed tonight a lot. Thanks for coming out again. I know you would have preferred to have passed on going to the bar, but I do appreciate it."

I had forgotten the 'showing me off' angle. 

I looked back at him, "Thank you for inviting me out on the boat, it was a wonderful experience, and of course, thank you for dinner too. You have been very charming."

He leaned over and we had a short kiss. I leaned back toward him and he put his arm around my shoulder as we drank the champagne. David had put on some soft music and I closed my eyes for a minute to listen.

I could almost fall asleep I was so comfortable. I felt David's hand begin to caress my bare shoulder. It was very gentle and I kept my eyes closed. I was enjoying his company, but I was thinking about whether I should ask him to take me back or to stay. 

David said, "Are you all right?"

I sat up a little and touched glasses with him, took a drink and then set my glass down on the table. I leaned back into David and curled up my legs, "I am great."

He set his glass down on the end table and put both his arms around me and held me tight for a minute. When we both relaxed, he resumed his gentle stroking of my bare arms. After a little, his fingers on his right hand were rubbing my skin but also rubbed against the side of my breast over my dress. 

His light touch was more stimulating than if he had actually squeezed my breast directly. I could feel my nipples stand up and I could feel goose bumps on my arms. He must have noticed because he kept his hand still on my arm but did continue rubbing against the side of my breast.

I knew this was the time to go if I wanted. 

I shifted just a little turning closer to him. I looked up at him and smiled, then closed my eyes again. I felt his hand move so it was now resting on my breast and he began his light stroking. He could tell by now I was not wearing a bra as I felt his finger find my hard nipple and begin tracing circles around it. He then reached up to slide my spaghetti strap off my shoulder and slipped his fingers under my dress. 

This felt electric even though I was in that gray area between awake and sleeping. I definitely was becoming more alert now as he cupped my bare breast in my hand and gently squeezed. 

I gave a soft 'mmmm' and David moved his arm and shifted his position. I looked up at him.

He pulled my dress a little lower and exposed my right breast, "You have a fantastic body. I am overwhelmed."

"It's all right David."

He leaned over to take my nipple in his mouth and suck. As with on the boat, he was extremely soft and tender about it. He continued sucking like that for a few minutes and I began to run my fingers through his hair. 

He sat up after a couple of minutes. I stood up and walked out a few feet away facing him. I reached back to unzip the back of my dress. I moved my shoulders so both spaghetti straps fell off to my arms and then I slowly lowered the dress to the floor and stepped out of it. 

So I am standing there in my heels wearing only a thong and my pearls. I stood there but held out my hands and he stood up and came to me. He came over and kissed me.

Our tongues met in a very sweet affectionate kiss. We continued to kiss and David reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands. It was not rough, but very deliberate. We separated and I reached to help him off with his jacket. 

David said, "I think we should move this to the bedroom."

He took me by the hand and led me to his room. The lights had already been on low. I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. He started to help and I pushed his hands away.

"I'll do it."

I unbuttoned him slowly and touched his chest as I did. I then reached down and ran my hand over his dick. To my surprise, he was not hard yet. I unzipped him and slid his pants down to the floor. He kicked of his shoes and I hung his things over a chair. We now stood their nude except for my thong and his brief. 

He reached over and ran his hand over my pussy which made me sharply inhale. He slipped his fingers inside the waistband and slid them down far enough where I kicked them away. 

I had considered completely shaving this trip, but instead just gave myself a trim. I had a narrow strip of short light hair and I felt him run his fingers through it and then run his fingers over my now very wet pussy. 

I then reached down to start rubbing his dick through his briefs. I slid off his underwear and held his dick in my hand.

"Beth, I don't want to disappoint you, but after this afternoon and the drinks, there could be a problem."

I looked up at him and smiled, "Do not worry about it. If I fall asleep in your arms, I will be content."

I meant that. David pulled back the covers and we crawled under some nice cream silk sheets. We laid down intertwined in each others arms with my head on his chest and my leg lying on top of his. 

I sat up a little bit and kissed his chest as I reached down and touched his balls and then his dick. He smelled wonderful. I am not sure what type of cologne he used, but it was great. 

I smiled looked into his eyes, "I may be able to take care of your problem. Relax."

He did not say anything as I started kissing down his chest to his stomach and then finally I licked the head of his dick. I shifted around so that my legs were near his head, but not over him. 

I took his entire soft dick in my mouth at once. He had no way of knowing I was actually happy about his 'problem'. One of my favorite things in sex is the feeling of a man getting hard in my mouth. Maybe he had more of a problem than I knew and this would not be successful, but I was happy to try. 

 I took him in my mouth but I did not suck, I only savored the softness and heat from his dick in this state. I think lightly stroked his balls with my fingers while I licked up and down his shaft.

I felt David slide his hand up my thigh and locate my wet pussy. As with everything else about David, I felt him gently and tenderly run his finger over my pussy and then equally tender, slide his finger inside me.

It was amazing but I could actually see a little movement in his dick as I started to lick this way. As he was starting to finger my pussy, I had begun to suck on his dick. I cannot describe the pleasure I received as I felt David's warm cock begin to get hard. He was getting harder by the second now and I had the second pleasure of being to deep throat him completely and still be able to suck. 

By now, he was beginning to groan. I looked back at him, "I thought you said you had a problem."

He smiled, "I just needed you around."

I sucked him some more. We both seemed to know when he was fully hard again. I stroked him a couple of times and he sat up and rolled me over. He already knew I was dripping wet and it was clear he wanted to fuck me regular style.

I wanted him to fuck me too. I laid back as he got over me. I reached down to guide his cock into my waiting pussy and I groaned as he began to enter me. Thank god he was gentle as I almost had an orgasm before he was even in me all the way. 

He slid in slowly and then finally I felt him bump against me. He was holding himself up on his arms as he began to pump me. He knew what he was doing, as I felt his cock rubbing against my clit with each stroke. I reached down and grabbed his ass.

I am usually not very vocal during sex but started talking to him this time, "Yes, David, that's it."

"Your feel so great, I can't believe this is happening."

I did not want him to cum to fast, so I looked at him, "Flip over."

He did and I got up on top of him facing him. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, "Oh David, I love your cock."

I sat down all the way and then moved back and forth, his cock felt fantastic. I then started to lift myself up and down while he reached up and began squeezing my tits. 

I was fucking him hard when he started to pinch my nipples. I had an intense orgasm which lasted a long time. I had just held my pussy onto his cock while I clutched at it with my muscles. He could tell when I came as I let out a loud moan.

I finally relaxed and started to move again. I opened my eyes and looked down at David, who had a big smile on his face, "Was that what I think it was?"

I answered, "Umm – hmmm. You made me cum." And I smiled back and started to fuck him some more. 

David then lifted me off of him; I think he wanted to get back on top again. I rolled off, but I leaned over to take him in my mouth. I loved the taste of his dick with my pussy juices and cum all over him. 

David groaned at that, but then sat up and said, "Lean over."

I got up on my knees as he stood up on the side of the bed. My ass was sticking up high when he stuck his finger in my pussy first and then followed up with his cock. 

He teased me a little by rubbing the head of his cock around the entrance to my pussy. I looked back at him, "give it to me."

He plunged his hard cock in all the way, all at once and then started fucking me hard. Something about this new angle of his cock on my clit was just right and I could feel another orgasm coming. 

I was clearly in the deep throes, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes, fuck me David."

He kept pumping me and I let out an unusually loud for me groan as I came again. This must have triggered something with him as he announced, "I'm coming Beth."

I replied, "Oh, yeah, fuck me David." 

I felt him pull out and I felt him cum on my back. He was groaning while he came and he pressed against me. Finally he began to slow down and I turned around to sit by the side of the bed and take his cock into my mouth. 

I sucked him deeply and could taste the combination of his cum and my pussy while I sucked on him. We came full circle as I had felt him get hard in my mouth, now I was feeling him getting soft. Pure pleasure.

David pulled me up and we hugged. I was surprised when he lifted my face to kiss me again. I could still taste my pussy and his cum on my tongue and now he could too. 

We both collapsed onto the bed and David was spent, "I can't remember the last time I came twice in one day."

I answered, "I think you needed it."

We embraced and I think I was asleep within seconds. I know I was very content. 

I woke with the sun coming through the window. I looked over at a clock at saw it was 10 am. I had not slept that soundly in a while. David was no where to be found, but I was too drowsy to go look for him.

I closed my eyes and did an inventory of what had transpired. I almost could not believe it myself. 

David came in after a little while with a tray of coffee, juice and croissants. He was wearing some pajama bottoms without a shirt. I had kicked away the sheets before he came in, so I was lying in his bed completely nude as he walked in.

I saw what he was carrying and said, "Wow, room service too. I could get used to this."

I saw him look over my body and said, "Me too."

He set the tray down, leaned over and gave me a short kiss. He asked how I like my coffee.

I said 'cream and sugar' as I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror thinking 'not bad' as I went back in. 

I sat back down as he handed me a cup. He playfully grabbed my breast and gave a squeeze.

I said, "This is the gratitude, you are trying to spill hot coffee on me."

He knew I was joking, but he had not stopped playing with my boob. We both started to drink our coffee and the croissants were good. David asked what was going on today. I had thought about that a little and I wanted to have a little break.

I told him that I was going to spend the afternoon out by the pool, but if he wanted to get together in the evening, I was flexible. He did not push back and eventually I got dressed and he drove me back to my hotel. 

I got back and got into the shower, taking a long, hot one. I know I was just going to go out by the pool, but I just wanted the clean feeling you get after a hot shower. I thought about driving out to Haulover, but I did not feel like driving that long especially if traffic might be bad. 

There was not much to tell – I fell asleep for a while and I had a nice relaxing afternoon. I was still out by the pool when I gave David a call. 

He was upbeat when I called, saying "What time should I pick you up?"

I laughed at first, "I am not sure, what are we doing?"

He told me we had a dinner reservation at 8:00, but suggested I could come over to his place first and we could have a drink first. We agreed he would pick me up at around 6:30, so I would have a decent amount of time yet to stay out by the pool and get cleaned up.

I finished getting ready and I had a decision to make on what to wear. I had never planned to see the same people every day and David at least had seen all of my normal dressy evening wear. I ended up deciding to wear the skirt from my black business suit but leave the jacket at home. The skirt was a couple inches above the knee and somewhat tight, so my legs and butt were emphasized. I had a white silk sleeveless sweater that I wore underneath. I had a nice white matching bra and panty set as the only choice under the white sweater, which was a little thin. 

I slipped on the same heels as last night and I was ready to go. It was a simple outfit, but my own experience is people notice the looks and the body of the person as much or more than the clothes. I decided to wear my hair up for the evening. 

I walked up just as David was pulling in. He was a nice dresser. He had on a light blue shirt and a part of tan slacks. He got out and gave me a hug.

He said, "You look great. I like that sweater." 

What he probably meant to say was that my push up bra made my breasts look great.

"Thank you. So do you."

We got into the car and drove off. We talked about what each of us had done during the day. 

He said, "I also wanted to tell you what a truly special day I had yesterday."

He reached around to the back seat and brought out a bouquet of roses. They smelled wonderful. 

"I know you don't have any place for them and you are leaving tomorrow, but I just wanted you to have them anyway."

"That is so thoughtful. I love them. Thank you very much."

We got back to his place and he had a bottle of champagne on ice and strawberries all laid out in the kitchen when I arrived. He had obviously been planning this out very carefully. 

"Do you like caviar Beth?"

"Oh David, what other surprises do you have in store? I like caviar very much."

He brought out a tin from the fridge and opened the rose champagne I like the best. We carried the tray out to the great room and sat down. 

He made a toast, "To one of the best weeks I can remember. Thank you."

We touched glasses, "I had a great week too. Thank you."

I took a sip along with a bite of a deliciously sweet strawberry. After another couple of sips I tried the caviar which was salty fantastic. We were talking a little too. He wanted to know when the next time I would be back in the area. I told him the truth that I did not know, but that I am usually down a couple of times per year. 

He was clearly disappointed I would be leaving in the morning and offered to drive me to the airport. I told him I had to return my rental car anyway, so it did not make a lot of sense.

I did soften the blow somewhat, "If you play your cards right, I may see you for breakfast anyway."

He smiled a little and I slid closer to him and he put his arm around me.

"Are you sure you can't stay through the weekend at least?"

I set down my champagne glass and I turned to face him, "David, you can focus your attention that I am leaving tomorrow or you can keep in mind I am here now." 

"You are right. Sorry."

I got up on my knees on the sofa and leaned over to kiss him. I took his glass and set it on the table and then moved over to sit on his lap facing him. My skirt was a little tight for this, so I did have to hike it up a bit to sit like that. 

David reached up and put his hands on my breasts, squeezing them through my sweater and bra. I laughed, "So I see you remembered I am still here."

My sweater was tucked into my skirt, but he pulled it up enough so he could then reach under my sweater and get a better feel. He then smiled and lifted my sweater a little more. I was clear he wanted me to take it off.

I slipped it up over my head and tossed my hair. My bra was a frilly lacey push up with a front hook. I reached down and removed it. 

David sat there staring before he began to massage them. 

I asked him with a smile, "Do you want to skip dinner and stay in?" 

He looked at his watch and scowled at first, but then began to smirk, "I think we should still go, but we have a little time yet."

I smiled back and reached down to stroke his already hard dick through his pants, "Do we have time for a quickie?"

He got this huge grin on his face. I got off and stood up. I unzipped my skirt and slid it off at the same time with my panty. I stood there completely nude in front of him. 

"Do you see anything you like David?"

He nodded his head and smiled, so I said laughingly "Am I doing this myself?"

He laughed and began to unbutton his shirt. I kneeled down and rubbed his dick. He sighed and I quickly got his pants undone. He lifted up so I could slide his pants and brief off.

His dick sprang out already hard and I dove on it hungrily. I took as much as I could all at once and began to suck. He smelled great; whatever soaps and colognes he used. His hand was stroking my hair. 

I was sucking him and I knew I could make him cum if I continued, but I got up and positioned myself so I could sit on him while I faced him. As I was moving to do that, he reached out and rubbed against my pussy and touched my clit with his finger. So he knew what I already knew – I was dripping wet. 

I lowered myself just enough so the head of his dick was properly positioned and then slowly dropped down on his cock. We were both looking at each other as I ground my clit against his pelvic bone.

David said, "Just like that. I love your pussy."

He reached up and started to squeeze my tits while he said that and I started fucking him hard. He moved his hands to grab my ass as I bobbed up and down on his cock. His eyes seemed to close involuntarily as we were pounding away. He only looked back up when I paused with him in me all the way and I started to grind my pussy against him. 

We were fucking like this for a few minutes. I was not surprised however, when he started to lift me off of him. I knew he wanted to take me from behind. He didn't say anything but when I got off, I bent over on the couch and David plunged his cock into my waiting pussy all at once. He reached under to squeeze my tits as we got into a rhythm. It only took a short time before I felt an orgasm coming.

"Fuck me David, give me your cock."

He started pounding me harder and I let out a moan as I began cumming. His cock felt so good sliding in and out and I had another intense orgasm. David felt me cum and it seemed to trigger him too as he announced he was close. 

I felt him shoot off on my ass. When finally he finished, I reached over to grab his semi-hard dick in my hand and then kneeled down to clean him off with my tongue. I took him inside my mouth and tasted his cum and my pussy on him as he got softer as I gently sucked him. 

I stood up and we embraced, "I could get used to this Beth."

I smiled and then we kissed. We both saw we did not have too much time to get ready and meet Alex and Sharon at the restaurant. I did not want to get my hair wet, but I took a fast shower and started getting dressed while David hopped in the shower. We were both ready soon and headed out. 

I was touching David's leg while we drove. He said we were going to a nice place near the bar we had been going to. He said it was Italian food with a nice wine list, so I was happy. 

Alex and Sharon were already at the table when we arrived. They stood up and we all greeted each other with small hugs. She had on a crisp white shirt and a black skirt. It was all a different style than me, but we both laughed that our color schemes were the same again. Alex also had a white shirt with black slacks.

We all laughed, "I see you got the memo Beth. Too bad you didn't tell David what to wear."

They were already drinking champagne, so we both decided on the same. I could already feel the nice effects of my earlier drinks at David's, as well as the passion session. 

It was a really nice dinner. I liked very much how once again the conversation was natural and engaging. I hate forced small talk and I think I broke the usual stereotype of the dumb blond. I enjoyed the political and social dialog, as well as different likes and dislikes about South Florida. They were all surprised, even David, that I knew about Haulover Beach. 

Sharon said, "Oh too bad we did not know that earlier, we would have gone down with you."

We did not discuss too much more on that subject as different courses and some fine Tuscany wines made for a great time. We were finishing desert when there was some discussion of 'what next'. We ended up going to the same bar we had been to the last couple of nights. It was much more crowded than previously. I knew quite a few of the people present by now, but it was too noisy for any decent conversation. 

Sharon suggested, "It is so crowded tonight. Would you like to take off over to our house?"

I was flexible and certainly eager to get out of the crowd, but deferred to David. He agreed we should go somewhere else at least, so we all agreed to head out. Alex was heading out, but Sharon seemed to stop and talk to everyone with us dragging behind. 

As we were waiting for the cars, Sharon said to all but no one in particular, "Kelly and Martin may stop by later too." 

David knew the way, but we ended up following them, stopping in the driveway while they pulled into the garage. We got in and sat down in the living room; David and I in a love seat and them on the sofa. 

Alex asked we were all drinking – he offered champagne, but we all opted for margaritas. They were fussing around in the kitchen while we were softly talking. 

"Are you doing OK Beth?"

"Yes, I am having a good time tonight. I like your friends." 

I suspected he was really asking if I wanted to try and make an early exit, but he seemed relieved I was content.

Alex and Sharon came out with a pitcher of margaritas and some snacks. I really liked their home, both the style and the decorating. She pulled me along, "C'mon, I'll show you around."

I had seen most of the lower floor through the open design, but she showed me around the upstairs. I really liked the decorating upstairs too. The view from their bedroom was lovely – you could see the pool and Jacuzzi from the window as well as the inter-coastal waterway and the very nice surrounding homes.

She also pumped me for information, "So how are you and David doing?"

Maybe that was the real reason she brought me out so we could talk. I answered, "I like him a lot, he is a very nice man. But I don't get down here very often, so there is really not a chance for anything to develop."

"He is rather taken with you."

I nodded, "I am not trying to lead him on. He knows my whole situation, but we have had a great time this week."

We headed back down after a few more minutes. The margaritas were great, a little strong maybe, so very soon I was feeling no pain. We had really been talking all night, very nice, with not really much sign of slowing down. 

Sharon asked if we wanted to move out to the hot tub. We all sort of looked at each other and shrugged. 

David and I had not brought anything to wear. 

Sharon said, "I am sure we can set you up with something if you like."

David asked, "If you want, I can take you to your hotel if you would rather?"

It looked like it was up to me, so I shrugged and said to Sharon, "No, if you think you have something, that would be OK."

Sharon motioned to Alex, "Take David and find something for him and then I'll take Beth."

After the guys went upstairs, Sharon said, "Sorry about that. We don't always wear anything in the Jacuzzi, but I should have said that to you in private before. Sorry."

"No problem, don't worry about it. I am not a prude that way, but thanks for the suit offer."

The guys came down soon. David had on a pair of gray trunks and Alex was wearing something closer to a Speedo, tight but not quite as small as a regular Speedo. He had a pretty nice body, more lean than David with quite a tan. It looked like he had virtually no hair on his body at all. 

Sharon took me upstairs and tossed out a few different swimsuit options. She started to strip down in front of me. I was taller with more curves, but she had a nice body, especially for someone her age. It looked like she must work out regularly. A couple other things were evident – she had no tan lines and she was completely shaved. A person could only hope to look like that at what must have been late 40's.

I stripped down too. Maybe I would have liked a better tan, but otherwise I am quite happy with my body. Sharon tossed a bikini over to me, "Try this one first Beth. I think it won't be tough to find a bottom, but your boobs are quite a bit bigger than mine. Lucky girl." 

The yellow one she tossed was a good idea because it was a string tie on the top and back, essentially making it adjustable. I tried the top on first and it was going to work. The cups were thin and there was not too much covering, but it would be all right as long as I watched what I was doing. 

 Sharon was right, the bottom fit well. Overall, it was a skimpier suit than what I had worn on the boat, but it had more covering than my 'south beach suit'.

Sharon said, "Very nice, it looks like it was made for you."

"Thank you Sharon."

She picked out a similar style white one for herself and we went down together. Alex saw us first and gave a wolf whistle, followed by David. We both smiled and we all headed out to the Jacuzzi. 

The pool and the hot tub were all under a beautiful screened in enclosure. Lights were on, but it was a soft lighting. The hot tub was not huge, but there was plenty of room. David and I climbed in first. Alex and Sharon set out fresh margaritas where we could reach them and then joined us. It was a round tub, but David and I were sitting reasonably close together and 'across' from them. 

The water was not too hot, so you could imagine sitting comfortably for as long as you wanted. We had a toast and enjoyed the evening. They talked a little over how they met over 25 years ago, what the kids were doing, transplanted New Yorker's etc. 


They were really interested in my work and asked a lot of questions. There is something strange about sitting in a hot tub across from people you don't know that well in a swim suit. The way we were sitting the water came up about half way on my breasts, and it looked like Alex was gazing once in a while. 

David put his arm around me and I scooted up closer to him and rested my right arm on his leg. David said, "I have been trying to persuade her to stay a little longer, but she seems determined to fly out tomorrow."

He was joking about it, but there was some aspect of truth too. Alex and Sharon shifted to sit like we were and I felt Alex's calf brush against mine under the water. It probably wasn't deliberate, but he did not remove it either. 

David got out to use the bathroom and we sat there with our margaritas. I had moved my leg when I reached for my drink, but when I sat down again I felt his leg return to touch mine. He was not looking at me, more looking up at the sky through the roof screen. 

Both Sharon and Alex were very attentive even though we had all be drinking quite a bit all night. David rejoined and it was my turn to use the facilities. I climbed out and toweled off so I didn't drip all over their floor. I rejoined and climbed back in. Again it looked like everyone was looking me over pretty well as I walked back in.

I asked, "While I am out, can I get anyone anything?"

I poured new margaritas for everyone. I sat up on the ledge next to David before going back in to the Jacuzzi. During the walk to the restroom and while I was sitting on the ledge to cool off a little, the cool night air did a number on my nipples and I both felt and looked down to see them standing up.

Sharon laughed, "Maybe we should have given a little thicker material."

I knew she was joking, but I feigned embarrassment and held my arms over my chest to hide. 

David and Alex mocked, "Hey, we were enjoying the view." 

"Men are all the same, but I feel betrayed Sharon." I said it in a playful manner. 

We heard the doorbell ring and Alex said he would get it. Sharon said it was probably Kelly and Martin. But as Alex got out of the tub, he had a big erection which was clear through his Speedo. 

Sharon said, "Alex, it is not like you haven't seen boobs before. My God."

She did not seem entirely sincere in his scolding. Alex wrapped a towel around himself, but he was smiling as he went to get the door. 

They all walked back to us. Kelly and Martin looked both to be in their late 40's. Maybe late 40's for him, early for her. She had long black hair and a pretty face. She had on a short white dress, nice choice. It looked like she had more of a petite body, I guessed she was about 5'4" and was a good weight for her size. Martin was probably about 6 foot, maybe a few pounds overweight. He had the receding hairline going, but it was still a good overall appearance. They both had these great South Florida tans which maybe are not that healthy, but sure did look good. 

I had sat back in the Jacuzzi when Alex had climbed out. Sharon introduced them to me. I had met them previously at the bar, but had not talked very long. 

Sharon asked if they wanted to join us in the Jacuzzi. They obviously had been over before, but Kelly asked, "Are we wearing suits tonight?"

It was really clear they normally were more 'natural' about Jacuzzi attire. I understood it must have been because there was a 'guest' present – me. 

I said, "You won't bother me. Wear whatever you want."

They asked, "Are you sure?"

Sharon got out and said, "C'mon, I'll show you where to change."

I think they already knew, but Sharon wanted to talk to them privately. 

I finished my margarita and David got out giving everyone refills. Alex said he was going to get another pitcher. He had not gotten back in to the Jacuzzi and was still wearing his towel. 

This left David and I alone. David explained that he had not been over on 'hot tub night' very often. He said it was awkward coming by himself when otherwise it was couples and the women he went out with previously were not really interested. He did admit it had been about half and half regarding whether people wore suits or not. He had not really expected we would be going into the Jacuzzi tonight when we had agreed to come over and he did not know others were coming.

I asked him if he wanted to wear suits or go nude. He responded by saying 'whatever I wanted', that he would go along with whatever I chose. I told him them to relax, I was not bothered and I would see how things went. I further told him that I was used to going nude in a Jacuzzi, but usually I knew the people a little better. 

I then asked David, "Very candidly, you would prefer if we went nude, wouldn't you?"

He smiled and said, "Yes, sure. I like to watch. But look, I like you very much. Do what you like. I won't be upset with whatever you decide. I just hope you are not bothered by this."

"Don't worry. Not at all. Sharon and Alex are very nice. Obviously I don't know Kelly and Martin, but it is no big deal."

About that time, everyone came out. Alex came out with new margaritas and set everyone up. The others all came out wearing towels. 

Sharon asked, "Beth, I know the guys don't mind, but I just want to make sure you are not offended. I know you said you didn't mind, but we don't mind putting something on if you will be uncomfortable."

"No, I really don't mind. I am more used to going nude in Jacuzzi's anyway. Enjoy yourself, but thank you for asking."

That was all it took. Kelly and Martin dropped their towels on chairs and were totally nude. I was right; Kelly was very petite, her breasts were smaller than Sharon's, but she also had no tan lines at all and a nice body. I was also right about Martin; he was a few pounds overweight, but nothing much. He had deep tan lines, so it looked like he got his sun with a Speedo, a very small Speedo. I also noticed that while he was completely relaxed, he looked to be very well equipped, bigger than David. 

Sharon also joined; she had also removed her suit. Maybe to be the perfect host, she had to join them so they were not alone. Alex still had his suit on. Everyone climbed in to the Jacuzzi and we all drank our excellent margaritas. 

The extra bodies brought the water level up a little so my breasts were covered. It was now cozy. I sat close next to David, with Alex on my other side. 

David had his arm around me again and I rested my arm on his leg again. Alex's leg was touching mine, but this time it was no big deal as practically he had not much choice. 

We were all just relaxing and talking. Kelly and Martin told a few stories and offered opinions on various things. I was mainly listening now and was feeling very good after all the drinking. Not quite drunk, but a little buzzed. Alex had his arm around Sharon and Martin was doing the same with Kelly.

Kelly said, "All I know Beth is that I would kill to have boobs like yours. Martin and I are always talking about me getting a boob job. And if I got them, I guarantee I would show them to everyone. I would walk down Main Street."

That was funny and we all laughed. We probably spent the next 15 minutes listening to various people telling jokes. Most were good, some were off color, but after a night of drinking, everything seemed funny. During one of the 'make fun of women jokes', I turned around and looked at David, "Watch it Mister." He knew I was just playing around as I was laughing too. He leaned his head over and we kissed for a moment. I told him I would be right back. 

I got out to use the bathroom. When I got back, I decided to take a dip in the pool to cool off. I was drifting around when Sharon and Kelly both got out of the hot tub and dove in the pool with me. We all agreed the water felt great. 

Alex yelled out, "No far, there is too much testosterone over here with no women."

We all ignored him and smiled. They seemed to be filling up their glasses and talking, but none of the guys got out. It was a little awkward as Sharon and Kelly were both fully nude. Sharon asked me if I minded that they were not wearing anything.

"Not at all, I was actually thinking about joining you without being too dramatic about it."

She smiled, "You go girl."

Kelly chimed in, "I am not sure what the big deal is anyway, it is not like we have not all seen plenty of naked people."

I was a little nervous, but I drifted over by Sharon and asked, "A little help." 

She got the message and untied the strings of my top. I slipped it off and laid it on the side of the pool.

Kelly drifted over and whispered, "Don't let the guys know. Make it a surprise."

I responded, "Oh that is what I needed to hear. Thanks Kelly."

She could tell I wasn't serious though. I moved over to the ladder so I had something to hang onto as I slipped off the bottoms. We all stayed in the pool for a little longer floating around when Martin got out to use the bathroom and saw my suit. He lifted it up and said loudly enough for the other guys to hear, "Hey, I think we have a little more skin coming."

He took off for the bathroom while we lamented the timing. About the time he returned, we girls decided to rejoin the group. We hammed it up a little though. Sharon was in the middle and we had our arms around each other as we walked over. 

Kelly quipped, "Hey, did you guys lose anything?"

All three of the guy's eyes were falling out looking at all of us standing there nude. They had seen Sharon and Kelly previously, but now I was fully nude too. The guys were staring and part of me felt all the eyes were focused on me. 

We climbed back in and the warm water now felt great. I snuggled up next to David and gave him a kiss. 

He whispered, "You look fantastic. Thanks for being a good sport."

I gave his leg a little squeeze. 

Sharon mockingly yelled at Alex, "Everyone's glass is empty. What is your problem?"

He laughed, but got out quickly to remedy the situation. The funny thing was again he had a big bulge in the front of the Speedo. Apparently our little show had had an effect on him. We all laughed at his predicament.

By the time Alex returned with another large pitcher of margaritas he had relaxed. He filled everyone's glasses and was about to climb back in.

Sharon said, "There is no way you are getting back in here with that suit on buddy. Join the party."

We all chimed in, "Fair is fair."

Alex rather nonchalantly slipped off his Speedo and waved it around his head a couple times to our hoots and whistles. He then did climb back in as before. When I said we all chimed in, I should say with the exception of silent David, who quickly realized what was next. 

Sharon then focused on David, "All right, your turn, buster." 

He did not have to do a big show like Alex did. He just lifted himself enough so he could slide off his trunks under the water. I took them from his hand and waved them over my head a few times to good laughter. David was a little embarrassed but it soon passed. I turned to look at him and he had a nice smile on his face. 

We all continued drinking, telling jokes and laughing. Alex continued to be on my side. Once when he was reaching around for his drink, I felt his hand on my leg. He was acting as if it was just incidental, but it seemed like he did on purpose. He leg had continued to touch up to mine, but what are you going to do in a crowded hot tub. 

There was also a couple times when I felt David's roaming hands under the water. Once I felt a little squeeze on my breast and another time his hand ran up my thigh. In response, I gave his dick a little feel and was rewarded when he got hard in my hand. We were both trying to act normal while I gave him a couple of strokes. 

For the first time, I wondered what else was going on under the water. When I looked at Alex and Sharon, I wondered if she had been doing the same. Martin and Kelly had been snuggled up close most of the time. 

At one point, Kelly held up her glass towards Alex and asked for a refill. The pitcher was empty and she motioned for him to get some more. He asked Sharon to get them and she just laughed, "He is afraid to get out due to his little problem."

Kelly replied, "It's probably your fault anyway Sharon. What are you doing down there anyway?"

It was all in fun. Everyone had been drinking, including me. Kelly continued, "We need more booze Alex. You've just got to think of baseball or something."

David and I had been the quietest of everyone most of the night, but I piped up, "Come on Alex. She is right, we need more margaritas. Try thinking of Oprah."

Everyone continued to make fun of Alex. He suddenly stood up and climbed out, his pretty good hard on visible to all. There was a lot of laughter and comments.

Sharon said, "Alex, my god, you are going to put someone's eye out with that thing."

Kelly said, "Is that a salami in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

They both looked over at me, egging me on to say something.

I said, "I like a man who speaks softly and carries a big stick."

Alex played along as a good sport, "Now that you have asked nicely, I will get the drinks."

Martin and David had been laughing so hard I thought they would cry. I moved up to sit on the ledge for a little bit to cool off. It had gotten cool now and felt great. Only seconds went by before my nipples got hard. It looked like Martin was enjoying the view. 

I kept my hand on David's shoulder and gave him some gentle squeezes. My feet were still in the water and he was rubbing my calf. 

Alex came back but he had not quite relaxed yet. He went around and filled everyone's glass. I will admit I had checked him out before and now and he gave me a little smile as he filled my glass. 

It was David's turn to use the bathroom now. Since Alex had garnered so much attention with his condition, I took a peek at David as he climbed out and he was very relaxed. Maybe drunk. I wasn't sure. 

When Martin saw David coming back, he got up as if he was waiting for his turn. Martin was closer to Alex's condition than David. 

Kelly saw that and smiled as he walked away, "That man is a walking erection most of the time."

I laughed, there was no doubt Kelly could never be mistaken for a wallflower. Interesting how someone her size could pack so much self assurance. 

Alex again brushed his leg against mine and I felt his hand caress my lower back. Sharon moved around in the tub so that she was now low in the Jacuzzi facing Alex. When she slid up toward him, her arm rested on my leg with her elbow near my knee and her hand on my thigh. 

She was focused on Alex though; her touch to me was incidental. She was looking up into his eyes and I felt her arm move so it felt she had reached up to touch him intimately. 

David came back by then and sat on the ledge behind me on the side away from Alex and Sharon. Martin came back by then and slid in next to Kelly. She climbed up on his lap and they kissed. 

It had become very sensual very quickly. I felt David's hand on my shoulder. I reached back with my right hand and began to rub David's calf. I was pretty confident Sharon was rubbing on Alex's dick from the movement of her elbow on my leg. 

David slid into the water next to me and I shifted toward him. When I did this, I moved out from under Sharon's arm. I leaned my head up to David and we kissed. He put his arm around my shoulder while we kissed. 

To my surprise, I felt a hand touching my lower back. Just a little, very light. From where I was, I could not really tell if it was Alex or Sharon. Just from the lightness of the touch, I thought it was likely Sharon. I did not flinch as it was not aggressive, but I did move my body to sit on David's lap as Kelly had done with Martin.

I now had my legs and feet near Alex and Sharon as I had my arms around David's neck as we kissed. I felt his hand rest on my breast and he began to squeeze me. 

Sharon was pretty obviously using her hands on Alex. He had spread his legs wide and now the way we were all sitting, I felt fingers caressing my calf. I could not see, but I was able to figure out for sure it was Alex. He moved his hand slowly up my leg to caress my thigh. 

About that time, Alex lifted himself out of the tub to sit on the ledge. He had a full erection. Sharon looked over at me and smiled. I returned her smirk and she moved her hand up to grab him. Sharon had started to suck Alex and he put his head back and gasped. She dove down on him pretty far and I guessed by his size she was pretty full with his cock.

Kelly and Martin had apparently seen everything, but it was Kelly who got out to sit on the ledge. She spread her legs wide as Martin slid up and began to eat her out. 

I turned to look at David. He had an expression of anxiety as if he was worried I was pissed off. His gaze softened when I smiled very sultry at him. I whispered, "Would you like that?" He just smiled back at me. 

He climbed up to sit on the ledge. He was still soft as I moved up and began to stroke him. He smiled. I put his entire soft dick in my mouth and began to suck. I looked up and saw David with his head back and eyes closed, but I saw Alex and Sharon taking a small break and watching me suck him. I stopped long enough to return their smile and then dove back on David. 

His dick was getting harder by the second. I loved the way his dick felt soft and hard at the same time. I was trying to deep throat him and being very successful. This angle was really good and I could feel his cock slide in very far. 

I peeked up and Alex was still staring at me while Sharon was concentrating on sucking him. It was very erotic for me to be sucking on David's cock while someone right next to me was watching. I looked up at Alex while I now licked David's shaft and head. 

This was making me really horny and I really got into David's blowjob. He sat up and pulled me up. We kissed and he felt up my breasts. I looked around and Kelly and Martin had traded places and she was sucking on his cock. 

I slid back down and slipped his dick between my tits. He lifted his hips up and down a few times as I squeezed them together. I moved back down to suck him some more. 

I saw David and Alex looking at each other and smiling, as if it was a man thing to both be getting a blow job at the same time. I looked over and Sharon was smiling at me while she stroked Alex. 

She started laughing, "What do you think Beth, are these lucky men or what?"

I was now stroking David's cock while I said, "Is she right David?" 

 He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, which said it all. Sharon and I both laughed.

There are people who are vocal during sex, but I tend to be on the quiet side, savoring my feelings and the sensations. However, on occasion my partner may bring out the different side of me. That had not happened with David, as he was also very introspective. It did not seem everyone that night was like that.

Alex looked over and said, "Unbelievable David. I can't believe this. She loves to suck your cock."

I lifted up for a minute to smile at him and I saw David was also really into this. Like I had wondered many times since I met him, how much was his own enjoyment and how much was his enjoyment of showing off. 

I knew it was both. How could he not like having his dick sucked, but I was convinced he also liked the idea of how this looked to his friends.

I said, "He has given it to me a lot this week."

Sharon reached over and grabbed David's cock in one hand while she stroked Alex with the other. She said, "These guys are pretty close, I can't tell which is which. What do you think?" 

I laughed and looked up at David and Alex. David had a big smile on his face. He didn't care. So I reached over and took Alex's cock in my hand. David continued to smile and Alex had a look of ecstasy. 

I can play the game too and I said, "I'm not sure Sharon. It is close. Let me close my eyes."

I still stroked them and then I said, "Still can't tell."

With that, I leaned down and took David deep in my mouth. I pulled back up and smiled. I looked over at Sharon who was also smiling big, giving me the 'go ahead' look. David still had a big grin on his face, so I leaned over and took Alex's dick in my mouth. Just for a couple of seconds. I looked back up and Alex was just going nuts. 

I announced, "These guys could be twins." In reality, Alex was significantly bigger and obvious to anyone, but it was all in fun.

Sharon said, "Let me try." She leaned over and took David into her mouth for a few seconds. "I see what you mean."

I dove back on David's cock and started sucking hard. Maybe I did too good of a job because it was only after about 10 seconds when I could feel his orgasm coming on. I guess the show Sharon and I had put on was too much for him. 

He started to moan and shot a big load in my mouth. If he was going to cum, I wanted it all. He shot another load and I started to stroke his shaft and balls. Sharon and Alex were watching us as David finally started to relax with his dick in my mouth. 

Sharon pulled me up and we stood together as she kissed me. We were standing in the Jacuzzi and David sat up smiling. Sharon kissed me again, this time deeply. She was holding my tits and squeezing. 

Our first two kisses had been her initiative. I was basically not protesting. Now I began to kiss her back. Her lips and tongue were so different than David; so very, very soft. She reached down and was rubbing my pussy and I gasped. 

David had stood up and moved to one of the patio chairs watching. I looked over at him and he smiled. Sharon pushed me back and I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi. She spread my legs and moved up to kiss me again. She then moved down and dove on my pussy. She found my clit right away and started licking me. 

I held her head down as the sensations came so fast and intense. Sharon certainly knew how to eat pussy. David was apparently not into that, as even though we had many sexual encounters this week, it never involved him going down on me. Sharon started to suck on my clit and I could feel my orgasm building up. She stuck two fingers deep inside me and I was overwhelmed and I started cumming very hard. 

Sharon relaxed a little but did not stop. She continued to lick gently and I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Alex then came over and stood next to me stroking his cock. I looked back and David was watching and rubbing himself even though he was not hard. He smiled at me as if 'go ahead'. 

I looked up at Alex and he came forward as I took his dick in my mouth. He was a very similar size to David, but without any hair at all, including his balls. I could not use my hands as I was leaning back on them while Sharon was working on my pussy. I could bob my head onto his cock though and I held my head down with perhaps 5 inches of him very deep in my mouth. 

His cock was rock hard and I took a couple inches and began sucking him hard while Sharon continued to lap at my pussy.

Alex started talking again, "She sucks unbelievable cock. David, where did you find her again?"

David just smiled at him.

Then Alex looked down at Sharon, "How is that pussy baby?"

Sharon had a finger in me but looked up and said, "Sweet. She was all wet before I even started."

If I had any idea any of this was going to happen, I would not have come. But now that it was underway, I was really into it and let loose my normal inhibitions, continuing to suck on Alex. I have never really been into older guys, or women too for that matter. Yet I had been with David all week and now I was the youngest person here by far and right in the middle of what was turning out to be a wild night.

Kelly stopped sucking on Martin and waded through the Jacuzzi and came over to us. She ran one hand over Sharon's back and it looked like she grabbed her ass under the water. 

Sharon looked back at her and Kelly said, "Can I taste some of that?"

Sharon lifted up still between my legs and moved her head near where I was sucking Alex. I pulled off and we kissed, then she took his dick in her mouth for a few seconds. She then moved out of the way as Kelly started to lick my pussy. 

She had a different style than Sharon, more tender and gentle. But her tongue found my clit and she almost massaged it with her tongue. Unbelievable. 

Alex was stroking his cock while I enjoyed Kelly eating me out. On the other side of the hot tub, Martin was clutching his own big cock while he watched what was going on. 

Sharon had gotten out completely and now she was leaning over a chair while Alex started to fuck her from behind. David continued to sit in his chair taking in the whole scene. Maybe he wished he had not cum so quickly.

Martin saw his opportunity and walked over to take Alex's place. He brought his big cock to me and I did not mess around as I dove on it. He was significantly longer than David and Alex, maybe around 8 or 9 inches although he was not really any thicker. I took a few inches of his dick and sucked. 

I might have preferred to concentrate on one thing or the other – sucking him off or enjoying Kelly's attention to my pussy. However, I was not really taking the lead on anything so far and I would often have to pause as she hit just the right spot.

Alex and Sharon were both being vocal as they fucked, but they were watching us too. Kelly then stood up and we took turns sucking on Martin. 

We were both laughing; sometimes our tongues meeting and sometimes one of us would go down deep on him. There was no way to deep throat someone that big for me, but it was clear I could go a lot farther than Kelly could. Martin was really into that. 

Finally, Kelly and I got out of the Jacuzzi completely. I walked over and leaned down to give David a kiss, "How are you doing?"

He replied, "I have never seen anything like this before. Are you all right?"

He definitely did not have any problem with what had been going on, he seemed more worried if I was upset. While I was bent over kissing him, I felt a hand rubbing my pussy and I looked back to see Alex holding out his hard cock with one hand and now fingering me with the other. 

Sharon was still bent over, but now Martin was fucking her and Kelly was spread out in front of her as Sharon was licking her pussy.

I felt Alex rubbing his cock around my pussy lips for a second and then push into me. I was wet enough that he easily slid in and started to fuck me. 

He said over to Sharon I think, "She has an amazing tight pussy."

She had stopped licking Kelly as clearly Martin's big dick was making her cum. I reached down and started to rub David's dick while Alex fucked me. He was still soft and he sort of stopped me, "Enjoy it now, you and I will have more time later."

I heard Sharon start moaning loudly as she had her orgasm. Alex had only been fucking me for a couple of minutes, but apparently he liked it a lot and him hearing Sharon cum was too much for him. I felt him get even harder and then suddenly he pulled out of my pussy and shot a huge load onto my back and ass. He was jacking himself now and another stream came out. I am not trying to exaggerate but he had shot out a huge amount of semen. 

Sharon had been watching, "Yeah baby, give it too her." 

Martin came over to Kelly and me with his still hard cock. They both led me over to the patio table where I laid back and Martin stuck his big dick into my pussy. 

He entered me slowly. With his big cock, I was glad of that. I could feel every bit of him as he slid in. Finally I felt him grind against me and then we started to fuck each other. He was really into grabbing my tits as he fucked me, I guess because Kelly was small.

I had another orgasm as he had stood up and now fucked me hard, his balls slapping against me. We were both really into it, with everyone else watching with alternately Sharon, Kelly and Alex all either squeezing or sucking on my tits. 

Martin finally pulled out of me. He took his cock in his hand and after a few strokes, shot out on me so far some landed on my tits. Most fell onto my stomach. He kept stroking and shot another stream onto my stomach. 

We all slid back into the Jacuzzi to relax. Alex had gotten fresh drinks for everyone as we all chilled out for a moment. The conversation unsurprisingly was sexual in nature. It seemed both Alex and Sharon and Kelly and Martin had been together for a long time and they each had some good stories about strange location such as Caribbean islands, Mardi gras and things like that. Obviously David and I were just listening as we had really just met this week. 

Sharon said to me, "Don't worry Beth. You just gave these guys a new story for their top tens."

This entire episode was completely unbelievable. My little adventures were getting more and more extreme. I had just sucked and fucked three men I had just met, older men at that. Nevertheless, I already knew I would not regret it later. It was another of the road I was on to discover my own inhibitions and life programming. I knew it would take me some time and self-analysis which would come later. But already I knew something interesting. I liked David very much but he would not have been my type under normal conditions, the same for Alex and Martin. So it was clear my wild side had a great deal to do with the circumstances; being away from home and with people who were not in my normal sphere.

We had been relaxing for a while. David had his arm around my shoulder while we sat and drank. After a while, I felt Alex's hand touching my thigh. After what had just happened, I could hardly object. I looked over at him and smiled while everyone was still relaxing. I reached my hand under the water and put it on Alex's dick and began to rub him. I had no doubt Sharon would not have minded. I could feel him begin to grow in my hand. 

Alex moved his hand and found my pussy. I moved my butt forward just a little and spread my legs a little to make it easier and he was able to insert his finger inside me. Right now, no one else was noticing our underwater exploration. Alex was hard now and I just gently stroked him. I loved the feel of his dick in my hand. 

We all continued to talk. I slid my other hand under the water until I found David's dick and also began to stroke him. I was certain neither had any idea of what I was doing to the other. After how David had enjoyed and even promoted the earlier festivities, I was not worried about an adverse reaction from him, but I might have still done it even if it would have bothered him as I was now doing this for me. 

David was not hard, but he had grown in my hand too and I felt a feeling of empowerment with dicks in both hands. I had to let go of Alex for a minute as David leaned over to kiss me. I quickly found him again afterward and I looked over as he smiled back while he continued to explore my pussy with his fingers. 

David leaned his head over to whisper, "Are you OK, do you want to leave yet?"

I whispered into his ear, "Alex is playing with my pussy. Do you want me to stop him?"

"No, do whatever you want."

I looked over and Sharon was looking tired. I said, "Would you mind if I borrow Alex for a minute?"

She was not quite sure what I meant at first, but then Alex whispered something. She smiled and said, "Be my guest."

Kelly and Martin were both looking like they were tired and had more than enough to drink, but perked up as they wondered what we had in mind. 

I motioned for David to climb up and his dick was fully erect as I reached up and grabbed it. I looked at Alex and he climbed up and stood up in the Jacuzzi next to me. I reached out and held his dick in my hand as I took David into my mouth. I sucked on him for few seconds and then I turned to suck on Alex while I held David's dick.

Alex put his hands on my head, "Yeah Beth, suck my cock." 

I took him in deeply and held it. I held David in my hand and stroked him.

I heard Sharon in the background saying, "Somehow I think Beth is glad she came over."

I looked up at David and pulled him toward me. He got the signal and stood up next to Alex. I had one cock in each hand now while I looked at Sharon and smiled.

"You are right, I am glad I came over."

For the next few minutes, I alternated sucking Alex and David. Kelly came up behind me once and squeezed my tits from behind saying, "Martin, I have got to get boobs like this." 

I looked up at Alex and said, "Lay down so I can fuck you."

He smiled and we all climbed out. Alex laid down and I lowered my pussy slowly onto his cock. I felt myself expand as he penetrated me and I ground myself onto him and slid against him. Sharon was grinning as she watched and David came up and stood so I could suck him while I fucked Alex. When Alex and I were pumping each other, I would stroke David in my hand and during a pause or a slowdown in our fucking; I would suck on David's cock. 

Kelly and Martin had waded over to the side of the Jacuzzi near us so they watch. Sharon came over and joined them. 

Alex's cock felt great, he was rock hard and I could only hold David while we fucked. Alex said, "Let's switch positions."

I lifted off his cock and leaned over the table as previously while Alex got behind me and started to fuck me from behind. I started to have an orgasm and suddenly David started stroking himself hard and started to cum. He didn't have a lot of cum this time, but he did manage to shoot a small stream onto my shoulder. 

Alex was pumping me harder now and I could feel his cock get even harder now. I was still coming down from my orgasm. I really liked the way he fucked me, sometimes fast and sometimes slower. He plunged in me all the way and held it. I looked back at him and he smiled at me. 

"You like this, don't you baby?"

He ground himself against me right as he said it and all I could do is groan. I did look back and smile though as he started pumping again. By this time David had sat back down again and was watching us.

David looked at me and said, "Are you glad you came here Beth?"

It was a rhetorical question, but I said, "You like watching your friend fuck me, don't you?"

He laughed, "This is not bad."

Sharon, Kelly and Martin were all sitting nearby watching us. Kelly was stroking Martin's cock and soon began sucking him while Alex continued to fuck me. After a couple of minutes, they got up and Kelly leaned over the table next to me and Martin started fucking her. She held my hand at one point and we looked at each other and smiled. It did not take her long before she had an orgasm. 

Alex and Martin had apparently given each other some signal, because they both pulled out at the same time and as I looked back, they switched around to trade places. Martin looked at me with total lust in his eyes as he moved the head of his dick around the entrance to my pussy. 

I was totally wet from Alex fucking me and then Martin slowly entered me, little by little. His big cock stretched me again as he slid in deeper and deeper. I reveled in the feeling of his big dick sliding in; finally I felt his balls against me. He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him and then as he pulled out about half way, he began to plunge in and out. 

Sharon and David were both watching and smiling. Sharon said, "So how do you like sharing Beth?"

He did not respond, so Sharon asked me, "Are you getting enough cock tonight Beth?"

I looked back at Martin while he fucked me harder. He reached under me and started squeezing my tits. I began to cum again and I guess Sharon got her answer. 

Martin said, "I'm cumming."

He pulled out and I got off the table and took his hard cock in my hand and stroked him. I kneeled down and he shot off onto my cheek. I opened my mouth as his next spurt came out and landed on my lips and tongue. I then took him into my mouth and started to suck him while I stroked his dick and another small spurt came off in my mouth. His semen was salty but good. I did not swallow his load but used my finger to move it from my tongue to my chin and it dripped down onto my tits. 

Martin had not relaxed yet, still enjoying his orgasm, so I took his still relatively hard dick and put it between my tits and gently slid back and forth while a little more semen came out. 

About this time, Alex was about to cum and Kelly followed my lead and kneeled down in front of him. He shot a big load, much bigger than Martin or David, right onto her face while he stroked his dick. Kelly and I were close and Alex turned a little and shot another big load onto my chest. Kelly did not seem to mind when I leaned over to take Alex's dick in my mouth and sucked him dry. His semen was sweet and I did swallow as he gave me a little more.

Alex was into this, continuing to be vocal, "Yeah, that's it, suck it."

He held my head while I took his dick in deep and got every last drop.

Everyone was exhausted. I was really tired too, but I still had a glow going on from all the sex. I dove in the pool to cool off and clean up a little. It felt great but I did not stay in long before getting out.

Martin and Kelly made the first moves to start getting dressed to leave. Nobody really started to explain, it just seemed like a good time and David and I started to collect up our things too. 

Alex and Sharon did not get dressed but walked us up to the door. There were kisses all around and they were universally inviting back for another round whenever that might be. Alex grabbed my ass as we hugged. 

It was not awkward small talk, but everyone was tired and soon David and I got into the car to leave. We were still parked in the driveway when he pulled me close, "This was absolutely unbelievable. Thanks for being a good sport."

"David, I had a great time and nothing occurred against my wishes."

We started to drive and I continued, "I really need to sleep, but if you want to come over to my hotel tonight......."

He looked over and smiled, "I would like that."

When we got back to my hotel, we both stripped down for bed. We cuddled for a few minutes once we climbed into bed, but I quickly fell asleep.

My flight was early, but when the alarm went off I actually felt refreshed. David woke at the same time – the alarm was loud – and I rolled on top of him.

 "Good morning."