She knew what she wanted and was going to get it.I went into her room and opened her wardrobe that she showed me. I was in heaven, so many suits and d...esses, another small cupboard to the side had lines of heels. I opened up a few drawers until I found her lingerie. My jaw dropped, under the plain "granny pants" were thongs and lace panties and bras and suspenders. "Find what you like?" I had t realised I'd audibly shown my appreciation at her wardrobe. I became braver "yes Melanie... I don't. She was breathing rapidly through her mouth and the cigarette was seemingly forgotten. "I, uh... um... I can't help that, um..." I stammered, not sure whether she was horrified or-- She turned abruptly back to me, mouth twisting down towards an erotic sneer, eyes flashing. "Oh, shit, baby-- I could. I sure could fucking help that thing. A lot." Her words came out in a breathless rush. Her gaze went boldly back to my cock. "Pretty sure it could help me, too... Jesus, fuck." It was. As she climbed into the driver's seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal pedal was at least 14" high and stood straight up. I had never seen a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She. Not a super hot soccer MILF by any means. But more along the lines of the drunk trailer trash whore in a wife beater yelling at her husband while her tits swing back and forth without a bra . You know. Just a bit to much makeup . Always smoking . But not a bad little body . She was about 5'6 maybe 130ish pounds. Brunette, Big natural chest. And a little junk in the trunk so to speak. So anyways . Back to 16 year old me , heavy breathing haha . For what felt like 5 minutes. I just stood in.