The summer was dwindling away. The weather had been great. Maybe a little humid but New Englanders tend to not complain about heat. There are much longer periods of teeth chattering cold to complain about. We had already decided to not go south until after Christmas. Anna would be a fun age this year and Frankie’s parents had had a tough year, health wise. She was concerned that this might be the last year for one or both of them. She would most likely have to visit them alone, as her mother still hated my guts for taking two of her babies away from her.
We were moving into mid-August and there was still hot weather to come. We had introduced a sippy-cup to Mikey and he thought it was something to play with. He was sitting up well and he could roll himself up to his knees with torso on the floor with his ass up in the air. I teased Frankie with this activity by saying, “Like mother like son.” She punched me playfully in the arm every time. Mikey would be crawling soon when he figured out how to push himself up with his arms to his hands and knees.
We were on the deck enjoying the warmth. Mikey was in his playpen in the shade. It was mid-morning and Ashley walked down her boat ramp and said ‘good-morning’ to us. She was in her yoga outfit carrying her yoga mat to the dock. We waved and said ‘good-morning’ back. It was Ashley’s usual time. The boat parade had started to form up in anticipation.
Ashley stepped onto the dock and spread her mat out. She knelt down on it and waved vigorously to her fans. Horns tooted and beeped. We had learned to watch the boaters with the binoculars too. There was always some kind of sex that might not be obvious to the naked eye. There was a half-dozen boats that drifted to a stop just off Ashley’s dock as she warmed up.
Frankie and I watched the boaters more than Ashley. I had to chuckle when Ashley got down on her knees facing the boats and sat back on her heels. Then she bent forward into the ‘child’s pose’ with her arms extended and put her forehead and hands down on the mat. She stayed like that for a few moments and then she lifted her head and stretched her neck back to look up at the sky. This position provided the boaters a view down Ashley’s cleavage that was enhanced by the compression of the spandex material. Horns immediately began tooting again. Ashley ignored them this time. More boats were motoring into our cove.
Jacob came down the boat ramp heading for the water. He said, “Good morning,” as he walked by. We responded in kind. Frankie knew immediately what was going to happen next and she adjusted her chair so she could easily watch. She had become a connoisseur of voyeurism. Jacob walked down to the dock and sat down in his plastic chair. Ashley was facing out at the boats and didn’t immediately notice Jacob’s arrival.
Our position on our deck provided a view of Jacob’s right side and slightly behind him. We could see when he pulled his bathing suit up his left leg and started jerking himself off but we were out of his line of vision, even his peripheral vision. The boats tooted again and some of the women hooted and started simulating stroking their own cocks. Ashley saw them and turned around to see what they were hooting at. We could hear her laughing as she pushed herself up to her feet and then walked down the dock toward Jacob.