I had been at a long, boozy lunch with friends that had carried on to the night as these sorts of lunches tend to. We ended up at a bar, where I spied on John, an ex-fling. John and I had amazing sexual chemistry, but not much else: unfortunately, every time I see him, I’m drawn to him like a moth is to a light and today was no different. I went over to John, and of course, we got flirting but my friends wanted to leave....

I’ve just finished a long day at work and was now at the Pier, heading for my ferry home. As I get there, I groan as I see my ride: Its unfortunately Raider: she’s a 300-seat jet-drive fast monohull that had spent most of her life in the genteel waters of the Swan River until some idiot in Harbour Ferries had a brain-fart and thought that she’d be good in the open waters of our Harbour. When the weather is fine, she’s hot...

After the boat fuck, my barriers to Hot Guy and his hotter cock dissolved. Today, I’m in his garden and wearing a v-front and back one-piece that shows off my ample bust, and we’re standing u,p having just finished lunch. “Suncream me,” I whisper to him. He comes behind me, just in Speedos, but his cock is already bulging as he can see my big, ready tits and applies it to his hand, then rubs it gently but firmly onto my n...