When I was eighteen or nineteen, I worked for a boat dock. We would do maintenance to small boats. My boss sent me over to change the oil on a small sailboat owned by an old French guy who lived in the marina.
There were many rumors about him. Like how he admired young guys. Alot. It didn't bother me. I just had to change the oil and get the fuck out of there. I drove my car, a 1969 Dodge Charger, and went to the boat. He showed me in, wearing his shorts and yellow button up shirt.
I went through the routine of changing the oil. I had to pump the old oil out of the Universal Four engine and replace it. By the time I was done, I was pretty greasy and sweaty.
He came down and looked over my work with a smile. He looked at me and commented about me being dirty.
"Yeah," I answered. "I got a change of clothes in the car."
"Use the shower on the boat," he offered. I remembered his reputation and thought for a second. I said okay, figuring I wouldn't let him touch me.
I got my clothes from my car and he met me back in the cabin with a towel. I removed my shirt and pants and stood in front of him in my bikini briefs.
He just looked at me with a slight smile. Okay, pervert wants to see. I pulled my briefs down and my cock popped out from a dark hairy bush. He watched quietly as I climbed into the shower and soaped myself up.
WHen I finished, I got out he still stood there in the cramped quarters. I had to brush by him in order to get to my clothes. I must admit that it was a turn on to have this old guy drool over me.
I brushed by him slowly and my semi-hard cock brushed across his stomach. I was taller than him and was certainly more muscular than him.
He put his right hand out onto my hip and when I stopped he put his other hand on my other side. He looked into my eyes with a glassy stare. My heart began to pound hard as I felt his burning desire for my body.
