“$20,000,” was the reply.
“What? I’ll give you $5000.”
“But look at her curves, sleek, she’ll go like a rocket.”
“Maybe, but it’s not all about speed. Pleasure can be slow as well.”
“OK, OK, how about $15000 then?”
“You still must be joking. She may not have so many years left before she’s past it.”
“What? She’s in her prime, she’ll easily outlive you.”
“No way, I use them hard, and she’ll not last the course, not my way anyway. I’ll raise my offer to $7K.”
“It’s an insult, you want my family to starve? Think of my poor wife and my seven children. Do you want to see them in the poor house? I can do $12500 but not a cent less.”
“Enough of the self-pity, $8k, in cash, and it’s a deal.”
The deal was done, and he threw me the keys, I gave him his money, and collected the paperwork.
Out in the bay, I tested my new boat out. She was sleek, and did go like a rocket, but fortunately it was calm, so it wasn’t the bone-shaking ride that it could have been. I’d come to buy, knowing that the vendor was desperate, got a good deal, and he got enough to feed his family for a while.
Back in the marina, I tied up, and secured the boat. Next stop was the Clubhouse, and a well-earned meal. Afterwards, I sat at the bar nursing my glass of malt, just cut with a little pure water. A couple of women came in and ordered their drinks, and sat either side of me. The one on my right was a blonde, maybe 30’s, good figure and a nice smile. The one on the left was a little younger, Hispanic, dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a voluptuous figure. They were dressed casually, smart, but not overtly sexily. I greeted them, and got a smile and a response from each. I asked them if they wanted to sit together, as I could easily move. They laughed and told me that it was me that they had come to see. The blonde reached into her bag and pulled out a warrant card. She was a cop and so was her friend.
She asked me if I’d bought a boat today, and I said that I had, and had registered it at the marina office, and had the certificate of ownership as well. They wanted to see, so we all trooped down to the jetty where my new boat was tied up.
They looked at the papers, the stamp from the office, and then told me that all was well, apart from one thing. I had dated the papers wrongly. I looked again and said they were wrong, I’d dated them for today. They told me that new ownership had to take effect the day after the actual purchase, so I was wrong. Maybe that was so, but I wasn’t going to argue, and a bit of grovelling seemed to be in order, so I grovelled. No, they said, I had to pay a $200 fine. I suggested that for one day that seemed a lot of money, and was there a way in which they could be more lenient. There was, it seemed, and the next day I could take them for a ride in the boat, way down the coast.
I was loading the boat with some food and drink when they arrived. The blonde was stunning, tall, lithe, in a white vest and powder blue shorts. Her friend was equally lightly dressed, a scoop neck t-shirt, and red shorts that displayed her round butt to perfection.
Kate was the blonde and Maria the other. They sat down in the cockpit and I cast off and quickly took us out of the marina and into the bay. The wind was up a bit and the sea choppier than yesterday, so I thought I’d teach them what a boat like this was like. Out of the bay, I opened the throttles, and we started to move. The boat shook every time we hit a wave, and as the speed rose, it was like being on a vibrating floor. I looked over my shoulder at the women, and saw that they were loving it. Actually they were loving it a bit too much, as each of them had a hand down their shorts, and were rubbing their clits as the boat vibrated more and more. They saw me watching and laughed, and as I watched each of them came in turn, Kate first, in a shuddering orgasm, and then Maria who screamed with delight as she tipped over the edge.
Kate then shouted something, but I couldn’t hear, so she got up and came close, telling me to slow the boat down. I looked around and the sea was vacant, we were a couple of miles off the coast, so setting the autopilot to keep a good distance, I throttled back.
Kate had walked back to the seat where Maria was taking her top off, revealing that she wore no bra, which was amazing as her breasts were full and heavy, but they didn’t sag, at least not in a bad way. Kate also took her vest off, revealing an equally delightful pair, smaller, tighter, and with long nipples, which after the pulsating ride the boat had given them, were erect and hard. Then in unison, they undid their shorts, and revealed themselves fully to me said, “Now you.”
Kicking off my boat shoes, I peeled off my shirt, and then my trousers.