Thus, my floating home was 38' 9" long and the boat sat on it's flat bottom, only 12" deep in the water. She was long and narrow (all watercraft are 'she'). There was a cockpit in the rear (aft), which had seats to either side, long enough to let a 6' 6' person sleep comfortably.
Why that particular length? Because it's the longest and widest that can be trailered down the Interstate without a wide-load permit, as well as being loaded on a standard railroad flatcar, for overland transportation between oceans, rivers or big lakes.
Inside, on the left, while facing to the front, there was another couch, which easily made into a double bed. Just to the front of that (forward) there was an area for a composting toilet (the 'head'). In front of the head area was a small dinette area, which could be made into another bunk-bed.
On the right side, there was storage, a small desk area, a pantry and a cooking area (the 'galley'). In the marina, water came from pipes with a faucet. When cruising, water was in bottles and jugs. The boat's driver (the 'helmsman') sat just ahead of the galley. A step up and a door-window ('a port-companionway') gave out onto a flat surface, which housed anchors, storage and other stuff.
As described, this didn't sound like there was much area for standing around. Well, no, there wasn't. Like a well-designed efficiency apartment, everything essential had been built in and there was storage everywhere. Just no shelves, furniture, or walls on which to hang pictures.
In the back (stern) of the boat was the motor, which was a diesel outboard in a wall and two tanks for fuel. I could cruise at 8 knots (just under 9 mph) with a 25 hp engine and keep running under power for several 24-hour days, at need. On top, I had a small rowing/sailing boat, about 12' long, to service my floating home and for fun. My floating home had standing room inside for a person 6' 8" tall, with plenty of window space, which could be closed off with blinds and curtains.
Because it was so shallow, when out on the water, I could go places other boat could not and anchor in secluded spots, even those that 'dried out' at low tide. There were no 'holes' in the boat that could loosen or let water inside, so I was pretty safe afloat.
Therefore, right now, I was tied up at the Philadelphia marina, while I attended to Mom's needs, when she was alive and now, after her death. I'd been there for months (and was 'itching' to get away). So I had electricity, water and electrical heat/AC as needed, with showers available at the marina office. Afloat, I basin-bathed and I used electricity sparingly and kerosene or candles, except for reading or computer usage. I had satellite internet connection as needed, plus radio communications. There was radar, for traveling at night. I had a depth sounder and GPS for telling me where I was on the water. Plus my own good sense.
A large solar-cell array provided about 100 watts of electrical power, which was captured by a small bank of lithium-cell batteries, through a controller.
I explained all this to Angie, as she prowled around the boat, opening things and generally making herself at home. I showed her how to use the 'head' (sit, shit & do 6 turns of the crank ... lean forward to piss ... empty the compost 3x a month). I noted that all the 'windows' were double-pane and that the boat was pretty-well soundproofed. There were two main doors, front and back, mostly for ventilation: once closed up, we were a tightly-corked bottle.
I also showed her where the boat's safe was, in a locked box near the engine, marked 'old batteries'.
I also emphasized to her what I did NOT have: A mortgage. Furniture. A lawn or a mower. Shrubbery. A flowerbed. A demanding, white wife or in-laws. Snarky, greedy kids. A bar or wine storage. Yard furniture. A job. A commute. Country Club membership. Or any expectations of a social life.
Her reply: "Yummy!"
She had been aboard my floating home for just about an hour, when it was early night. Pointing to the door that led to the cockpit, grinning, Angie said, "I promise, once that door is closed and we're private, I'll turn into a total, no inhibitions cum-slut and you can pump rivers of jism inta me while I scream out loud and want more. OK?"
Then, standing in the kitchen, she got what I could only have said was a wicked gleam in her eye, as she clearly said, "Slut!"
In three swift motions, she stepped out of her nurses' shoes, and pulled down her dark-red scrub pants. She was totally bare. She directed my hand to her pussy opening, where I felt only smooth self-lubricated skin.
She said, "I took a chance and I re-shaved myself in my screamer's bathroom, just before I left. Put your finger inside me. Please, feel my pussy. Please, please."
She was drippy, oozing wet. I said so. She replied, "That's really good. You're hard. I know it. You've been hard since I walked into your Mom's apartment. Now look at me."
Angie put her arms behind her and hopped onto the galley's counter surface, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide open. Her swollen pussy lips were separated a little, and I could see the skin under the outer lips glistening. Then she flipped her top off and flung it in the corner. She reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra, which was popped off by the thrust of her large boobs.
Maybe I'm slow, but I just gaped at her display. Then I smiled, and started to strip down to my skin, exposing my hard cock, which bounced and swung from side to side. The counter seemed to be just the perfect height, and I positioned my straining cock-head against her pussy lips.
I thrust gently, holding the tip down, and my hard manhood slid inside my new fuck-buddy girlfriend. A dozen gentle thrusts later, and Angie was penetrated to the maximum depth of my cock, as she moaned and gasped, sitting there on her galley counter.
Without having to do a thousand pushups against gravity, I started a gentle but forceful in-and-out thrusting, as I tugged, kneaded and held her large tits, and licked her nipples, still thrusting. I looked into her half-closed eyes, as I took my pleasure from her hot wet cunt, and said, "Feels good, doesn't it. Come on, you're aboard now. No one can hear you enjoy being had, being laid. Except me, and I'm enjoying you so much."
She smiled at me, a really wide, genuine smile, as I worked my cock into and out of her liquid sexual body. "Ooooh yeah, that's right, nice and deep. I thought you'd want me, just as soon as I came aboard, and so, here you are, inside me. Ahhh, I love it, love being used, being your slut, being fucked."
"It's gonna happen, yeah, right here, that's right, just like that, oh, just like that, I'm gonna cum, yesyesyesyes, now nownownownow ..."
