I laid back down and tried to envision in my mind a picture of the young nymph, the beautiful daughter of the older couple that ran the Marina. She ha... been flitting about in her little outboard runabout all day, barefoot, short shorts, and a halter top that did not began to conceal her ample breasts. Her sun streaked blond hair and bronze colored skin had made a lasting impression on me when she assigned me to an anchorage early that day.Friendly banter, full of sexual innuendo, had me looking. I'm paddling the same canoe. Put on your glad rags. I'll do the same, and we'll go out and about and bring in the New Year with a bang, not a whimper."She hooted. "Criminy, Brent, in three short sentences, you slaughtered four clichés, and mixed some metaphors, to boot." Which reminds me, how's your writing coming along?" It's cliché ridden. I talked with Mom this morning. She said she had to talk to Dad, but she all but promised to arrange some expert tutoring for me." She sighed. "Were you. I was tracing her curves from the waist to her hips. I sometimes hurriedly tried to squeeze the boobs but couldn’t in front of everyone. But those melons were making me crazy, I bent down to her ears.Me: you are too hot to handleHer: Haha…(smiles naughtily) you are too sweet to standSaying that she cupped my ass pulled me into her strongly pressing her crotch hand on my bulge. My bulge disappeared between her thighs, my hands on her ass squeezing them hard.I could see the faint moan on her face. Joanne put on a lovely set of black satin bra, panties and suspender beltand black stockings. She knew how much I loved stockings and would enticeme all evening with what would follow when we got home!Knowing how stockings turned me on she did not put on her dressing gown asshe did her hair and makeup but instead sat there in her lingerie with medrooling at the sight."Do I look OK," she finally said standing before me still just in herlingerie."You look gorgeous," I said, "It seems a shame to.