Chapter 43: Veronica Wants to Get DP’d

The emerging sun woke me as it streamed through the porthole, getting brighter with each passing minute. As I lay in bed, I remembered my fun time giving Rita her birthday fucking the night before, resulting in a solid morning woodie. I recalled how exquisite her tight young body looked in the twilight by the fire, perfectly sculpted. I thought about her firm and perky tits as I had massaged them during our skinny dip. I remembered her compact, tight ass cheeks just fitting in my hand.

As I relived fucking her, bent over, from behind, I heard her encouraging me with her dirty talk. My hand was working on my cock while I inched closer and closer to an orgasm. When I remembered how warm, wet and tight her cunt was and her command to fill her pussy with my cum, I exploded. I left a big wet spot on the sheets.

After I put coffee on, I poked my head topside. The beach was beginning to fill with people. Mostly tourists, setting up umbrellas and chairs, toddlers at the water’s edge with their beach toys. It was reminiscent of a Norman Rockwell painting: classic Americana. I poured some coffee and ate a bowl of cereal sitting in the cockpit, watching the activity unfold on the beach. Once finished, I hoisted anchor and headed offshore again.

Late in the afternoon I checked my charts and saw a protected cove just inside an inlet. The charts showed enough water depth for my five foot draft, so I made my way there. As I motored through the inlet, I saw the cove ahead. There were several other boats there already at anchor. I found an opening with enough space to swing on a hundred feet of anchor chain. I dropped hook and watched my GPS location on the chartplotter to make sure I wasn’t dragging. Sure enough, I was solidly hooked. Poured a tumbler of scotch to celebrate.

While I sat in the cockpit downing my drink and thinking about dinner, a dinghy from a neighboring boat came my way. As it approached, I could see that it was a middle aged couple. “Howdy, Captain! Mind if we come aboard?” “Permission granted” I replied, as I helped them tie off and climb into my cockpit. “We’re Tad and Veronica. That’s our catamaran over there” he said, pointing to their boat. “Hi! I’m Sailor. Welcome aboard. Let me get you a drink. What would you like?” Tad pointed to my glass. “I’ll have one of those. Veronica usually enjoys a dry red wine if you have any.” “Coming right up.”

Tad was an average 50ish year old, corporate looking dude. Nothing spectacular, kinda clean cut, very average. Veronica was the same age, moderately attractive with brown hair cut just below her ears. She had soft brown eyes and tanned skin, from being on the boat, I guessed. Her rack was average, probably a 34C cup, but still firm looking. She had on a loose blouse and shorts. Nothing flashy here. Just a middle aged mom type.

We sat in the cockpit enjoying our drinks, the ambience of the setting and the conversation as it got dark. Because it was my boat, I pulled out a joint. “Don’t know if you folks are 420 friendly or not but here goes.” I lit it, took some deep draws and offered it to Veronica. She gave me a wry smile as she took it and pulled heavily on it. She passed it to Tad, then looked at me. “Just what I needed. Pot always gets me ‘in the mood’ if you know what I mean. She gave me a knowing look as her eyes narrowed a bit.