I became bold enough to now steal quick admiring glances at his legs. The cut off jean shors offered me a stunning view. Her legs were long, smooth, a...d pale, opened just ever so slightly and I could just imagine the little pink pussy hidden just beyond the layer of denim. These thoughts were not helping me or diminishing the size of the erection swelling in my pants. When our eyes met again I froze momentarily. I thought that I was going to seen as some pervert or a stalker eyeballing young. The next day was a bummer for me. Misty was not online and after doing some shows with a handful of other girls, I decided it would be a good day to go out and hang in one of my favorite clubs. The last girl I had done a show with had been a real wild chick that wanted me to dominate her, you know, a real BDSM type. Playing with her had put me in the mood for trying my luck at maybe getting some in-person action. That night, the club was packed with people, filled the place from wall to wall. I. Then I made my way out and up to the galley and turned on the coffee pot that I’d set on a timer the night before. I fixed my coffee that morning with a shot of Jim Beam bourbon, for medicinal purposes of course, and then climbed up on the flying bridge to sit and drink my coffee. I thought about Penelope and how much my arms ached to hold her, and the fact that I thirsted for the taste of her soft and sensual lips, and in that fleeting moment, felt a longing need, accompanied by the hunger for. She moved a hand back to stroke her clit and felt his shaft. His pace quickened, and she reciprocated. Then, she stood up and lay back over the seat, opening her legs as wide as possible; she wanted him to see his cock moving inside her cunt. He entered her again. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked down, smiling, the sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of her making her wild with lust. With her free hand, she spread her lips giving herself and him a better view of the fuck.