She had 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 ...reasts. 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 forward to a date with her the next night, but that wasn't helping my frustrated, swollen cock right then. I got up, moved from the cabin. A big smile plastered on the reflection in the mirror, I could not stop smiling. Why? Because I had the luck of the devils this night, been to some underground clubs enjoying the vibrant underground scene, I was not much of a dancer, but Swedish girls loved to dance, and especially in those clubs with a throbbing base and colorful lights, making their blond hair and white teeth glow in the dark sweaty clubs. But why did this make me lucky? Han on, I will come to that.I splashed my face with. Eventually one Saturday we went out to a club to listen to a pianist do a solo gig. He specialized in the old standards and it was great music-making. In the audience were a few of his friends who got up and sang some numbers by Porter, Kern, Berlin, and Gershwin. Simone wore a shiny dark red skirt with a flimsy black top that covered her well, but was cut lower than anything I’d seen her on before. It had a little bit of a V-neck that on most women would probably not show any cleavage. In. I got my tie, shirt and undershirt off but still had my slacks and briefs at my knees when I brought Karen’s pantyhose to my face. Mmm! Her smell and the soft scent of her perfume were intoxicating. I held them up by the waistband before me. They still had the silhouette of her feet, legs and ass. I looked the pantyhose up and down as I imagined Karen enrobed in them. My cock stood at full attention as it jumped spontaneously as each lustful thought entered my mind. The thought occurred to me.