She hugged herself to me, still shivering. Serena spoke for the first time since we had begun; she’d never done anything like that before; it blew h...r away. Serena stepped in front of the trestle, leaned forward and rested her hands on the timber, her breasts hanging erotically, legs parted, bum thrust out behind her, swollen slit open between her thighs, and looked back over her shoulder at me, a leering smile of invitation over her face. She looked irresistible. I answered her call. My cock. ”One after the other the clubs checked in.“We have no available slips.”“Sorry ... full up.”“No room.”“Try Lyttelton.”Lyttelton came back with, “Only moorings... 35 in Corsair Bay or 15 in Cass Bay. We still have 170 boats on the hard waiting for the new slips.”“What’s the difference?”“Cass has black sand ... Corsair has yellow. Cass is a hike to town, Corsair has easy access.”“Cass, please.”“You still have to speak to the port.”“Port ... papers please,” said the listening Port.I cheated ... we. Even with my hormones, and my sex drive, and my overwhelming urge to fuck girls half my age; she'd flirt with me, I'd flirt back, and then pleasantly laugh it off and go home, go back to doing what I was doing, or just do my life thing. That is, until I saw her in a bikini, saw just exactly how fucking amazing her boobs looked. I caught myself staring at her coming out of the pool with that bikini soaking wet, dripping with water, her chest soaking wet from the pool, and I could see her nipples. On a whim, he took a sniff of the stained tissue, not really certain of what he was sniffing for. Nothing. Then, for reasons he would never be able to satisfactorily explain, he took a quick lick; his mouth exploded in sensation, where once there had been only numbness. Somewhere between sweet and spicy and something else besides... Quickly realising what the hell he was doing, Eric dropped the tissue into the toilet and flushed it. With a sigh, he stepped into the shower, another erection.