Is Jenny A Lesbian?

54. Is Jenny A Lesbian?

I got stalled on my passage up the east coast of Florida. I had taken a mooring ball in a large, protected harbor. The marina had all the essentials and there were a plethora of bars, restaurants and stores nearby. It’s what we call a “sticky” or “velcro” harbor: hard to tear away from. A couple hundred boats all with boaters living in the same situation tends to build bonds. A certain comradery exists.

In the morning I went ashore to shower. The bath house was a long, rectangular building with doors along the sides housing private bathrooms. Just as I stepped out of my bathroom, a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out of the one next door.

“Oh, hi. Good morning. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sailor.”

“Good morning, Sailor. I’m Jenny. We haven’t met but I’ve heard about you at the Tiki Hut. People speak highly of you.”

“People say I get high! The audacity! Let’s hope my probation officer doesn’t hear!” She looked horrified that I had twisted her words and taken them to the dark side.

“No, no … that’s not….”

I interrupted. “Just kidding, Jenny. Sorry. They only let me out in public on special occasions.”

She wrinkled her forehead and tilted her head. “Special occasions?” You could tell that she hadn’t caught on to my sense of humor yet. “What special occasions? Is today special or something?”

I got a shit eating grin on my face. “Of course today’s a special occasion. It’s the day we’re going out to the reef on my boat.”

“But I’ve never been out to the reef.”

“That’s why it’s a special occasion. Come on. We have all day. I even have some crumbs to feed the fish with. They’re amazing, all different colors, sizes and shapes. You’ll love it.”

Still somewhat baffled, Jenny simply followed along. We dinked to my boat and climbed aboard. It didn’t take long to tie the dinghy for towing and get the instruments and the motor going. I asked her if she would go forward to untie us from the mooring ball.

Jenny was cute. About 5’4″, sandy colored hair just covering her ears, and a roundish face but with a square jaw if that makes any sense. Suffice it to say that she was cute. Her body was stout, her frame solid with few curves. One redeeming feature was her chest. Nearly perfect tits in size and shape. They drew your eye. Overall, she was maybe a 6 out of 10.

I watched her move forward on the deck. She didn’t have a tight teenage body but what she had looked like a good solid fuck. Her walk back to the cockpit allowed me to imagine groping those perfect tits.

Since she had never been to the reef, I explained it to her. About five miles out into the ocean is a long chain of coral reefs going parallel to the shore from the Dry Tortugas up the east coast. A large reef section, “Big Hat”, is just offshore from the harbor.

Once there, the water is 20+ feet deep but so clear you can count arms on a starfish. Blooms of the coral and fish of every color imaginable are visible from the surface.