Alan Longfellow's 3-person sailboat at Peconic Bay Marina on the south shore of Long Island sits tied to the pier. It's flanked by other sail boats, big and small. Motor-powered boats also have their berths.
We have walked a short distance from the black Lexus under the warm sun of late morning. A mild breeze is blowing making the weather comfortable.
"I had this boat long before I met you."
That's at least two summers.
I asked, "did you buy it new."
"Yah I did, and still paying the loan," he replied.
A tax lawyer by profession, the 43 year old dude can easily afford the payments on the boat and his Breton Hills condominium at Glen Clove.
My boyfriend of 15 months since that night at Rosemont, we had started a chat over drinks that night then wound up in a nearby hotel room. He's a 6 foot hunk who can mount me any time. Light-brown hair frames an oval face. He has full lips, a perfectly straight nose and trimmed beard.
A mild breeze propel the boat through small swells. Distant whitecaps dot the blue sea. Alan has control of a triangular sail and a much smaller triangular sail near the bow.
We hadn't talked much since putting to sea, other than making observations about other boats. I gazed eastward.
A mile out on the water my boyfriend struck up a rambling conversation. He had been "bitten by the sailing bug" when he was 15.
I listened intently, unable to take my eyes off him. My eyes soon wandered from his face down to his white/rainbow trunks. He was not unaware of my lust for him.
I'm face down on the bed propped up on my shins and forearms. You're behind my thighs thrusting your dick into my hole. Make me ejaculate onto the blanket. Ejaculate inside me.
He asked jokingly, "getting any."
I grinned but kept silent.
Late afternoon saw us at Bostwick's Chowder House eating lobster rolls and sipping coffee.
During the long ride back to Glen Cove I was once again lost in my daydream. In my side vision I could see the object of my fantasy at the wheel of his black Lexus.
I had left Bostwick's wearing my hands free masturbator from Amazon inside my swim trunks which by now are inside my pants. I discretely activated the toy and left my hands draped over the seat.
We had traveled several miles before my first ejaculation. I would have another one long before the end of the trip. Wearing wet briefs is not too uncomfortable.
