Remnants of donuts, half eaten bags of chips, manga magazines, were strewn about the room. The equipment did the work here, he was management. He swit...hed back to the party room. Satisfied, he ruffled his raggedly cut hair, switched on a flashlight, and went back to his comic. Awakening from a doze, he checked the screen. Angrily, he realized he had almost missed a good ‘money shot’. The men were all gathered around the girl. She was kneeling on the plastic, the horse-dicked puke jerking his. Seymour was doing the finial checks on the boat then he informed us it will take about an hour to get out to the spot. So off we went. It was a gorgeous day; I went up to the front of the boat and felt like that girl in Titanic with the wind blowing my hair and dress all over the place. The guys were enjoying the show. I flirted with every one of them. They said “we never had a woman go fishing with us” I said “I think we’re going to do more than fish” I felt so horney for some reason. Just. I was taunted by the males. Once, when I was bringing a round to a table, one of them stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist. I put the drinks down on the table and he cupped my breasts, saying, "See boys. This is how they should look." They left and I went back behind the bar, mortified. I wish I was allowed to slap the customers. I waited, leaning on the counter. I had decided to wear a black lace thong. I doubt you could even tell it was lace, seeing that it barely covered anything. I. John got up with a cheeky smile and started to strip for me. He jokingly threw each item of clothing at me as it came off. I laughed and pulled his boxers off my face to see him standing there, naked in the middle of the woods. His mid-length, mouse-brown hair caught the summer breeze. My eyes travelled down his smooth chest, past the snail trail of body hair, to his trimmed pubes. His uncut dick was hard; it looked delicious."The breeze feels so good!" He closed his eyes and put his hands.