I raised the binoculars to the pontoon boat again and saw in the foreground, out of focus, that Jacob was climbing the ladder at the end of his dock. In focus, was the young guy sitting on the padded sundeck with his feet in the seat below him. On her knees between his feet was Rachel with her head jack-hammering in the guy’s lap. They were back in the shadows again with the sunlight backlighting them.
As I watched, Rachel’s head slowed and then she pulled her face back and came up off her heels and wrapped her tits around the guy’s erection as he started rocking his hips driving his cock through her cleavage. She was staring up at his face. With the backlighting, I couldn’t see either of their faces; only their dark profiles.
After a few minutes, Rachel pulled back away from him and started jerking him off at a furious pace. He leaned back bracing himself on his locked arms propped behind him. They came out of the shadows again just as he launched another load all over Rachels’ face and tits. She was trying to catch his cum with her open mouth and extended tongue. After his last salvo, the young guy released his arms and dropped onto his back. I could see his chest heaving up and down.
Rachel stepped to the swim-deck and dove in. She splashed water with her hands and washed the cum from her face and body before climbing back up on the swim-deck. Through it all, she had never even looked to the shoreline, only fifty feet away to see if anyone was watching them. She obviously didn’t care either way.
The young guy pulled himself up and stepped down to the deck and pulled his bathing suit back on before pushing into the captain’s chair. Rachel sat down in his lap and threw her arms around his neck and pecked her lips all over his face and then stood up. He started his motor and they cruised slowly down the lake. I wondered if Jimmy was aware of Rachel’s penchant for younger men. I suspected that they had an open marriage and they both went wherever their desires took them.
Ashley concluded her yoga session and stood up and waved to her fans again as the motors started up and the procession of boats moved off down the lake. Ashley stopped on the boat ramp even with our deck and said, “That was pretty hot with the Marine Patrol guy, wasn’t it? I got filled from both ends.” She looked back over her shoulder at the lake and then continued, “I should really wash this cummy twat in the lake.”
Frankie giggled at what she considered to be Ashley’s natural vulgarity. She didn’t like the term ‘twat’ and I never used it. But that was Ashley. Without another word she stripped off her yoga outfit and walked back down the ramp and waded naked into the water. She stood in waist deep water and thrashed water all around her crotch and started washing with her hands. She suddenly went rigid and sucked a lungful of air in and blew it out again. We could hear her mutter to herself, “Fuck. Stay away from the sensitive clit.” Then she dunked herself totally underwater. When she came up, she whipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, wiped the water from her face and waded back to shore. She picked up her outfit and walked naked back up the boat ramp to her house. When she was even with our deck again, she looked at us watching her go by and vigorously wagged her mammoth tits for our amusement.