Willow And Dakota (Intro) — Party Time

47. Willow And Dakota (Intro) — Party Time

I had met a horny twat while on anchor going up the east coast of Florida. She had an oral fixation but she also liked her pussy and ass pounded. I had buried my cock in both bottom holes and received two of the most delightful, intense blowjobs of my life.

Now it was past noon and time to move on. Leaving so late in the day meant that I wouldn’t get very far. I hoisted the anchor and motored back into the “ditch” as the Intracoastal Waterway is affectionately called. Once underway, I checked my charts looking for my next stopping point. There was a marina ahead, and, with no delays, I could make it by sundown.

Along the way, there were several inlets from the ocean to the “ditch”. The ditch is just a dredged waterway between the mainland and the outer barrier islands. These inlets were either too shallow for my 5 foot draft or they had fixed bridges too low for my 60 foot mast.

Clustered around these inlets were usually groups of teenagers in small ski boats. Hunky young dudes and hot, young, nearly naked babes. Each ski boat would speed around towing an inner tube trying to spill the rider into the water. They were always successful. And the girls would surface squealing because they lost their bikini top, the bottom, or both. Fun to watch.

But dangerous, as well. Boats, as you know, don’t have brakes. It takes several hundred yards for my 40 footer to slow to a stop, hard in reverse. These kids were dashing about in their ski boats, into and out of the dredged ditch, beside and in front of me. Several times, a rider would fall off directly in front of me. I can’t stop and I can’t steer around them. I have to stay in the ditch or I’ll run aground. Fortunately, I haven’t run over one yet but it’s been close.

Then there were long stretches of boring undeveloped land, just scrub and marsh. Occasionally a small cluster of shanties would appear on the banks, each with their small dock, small fishing boat and various nets and crab traps strewn around the yard.

As I got closer to my target marina, I called ahead and reserved a transient slip for the night. Upon arriving, I motored to the fuel dock to check in. A couple of college aged lookers grabbed my lines and secured me to the dock. It’s always a bonus when hot young babes bend at the waist to tie my boat to the dock cleat. Their nubile, tight little bottoms are superior eye candy. It’s customary to give dockhands tips. The hotter the body, the more I tip.

In the office was a grumpy old man in charge. He took my money and gave some curt instructions. “Your slip’s on dock three.