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“You bet,” Paul said with a smirk.

I continued to fuck Mark’s cock. The heat of being watched flooded my pussy. I was so horny I just wanted to cum.

Paul turned and left. “We’ll be there soon,” he said as he walked out.

“Did you like that baby? Did you like that Paul saw me naked? Did you like being caught fucking? What if you walked in on me fucking down here?” I teased.

Unfortunately, that was it for Mark. He exploded inside me flooding my pussy with cum. It felt good, but dammit, I was still horny. I needed a good hard fuck and orgasm. Then I felt the boat slowing down.

“We’re here,” I heard from above.

I was still covered in cum. I pulled on my suit, and ran to the swim platform. Holding on I used the water to wash the cum off me. Karen looked over the stern onto the platform.

“You ok?” She asked.

I stood up. “Am I clean?” I asked.

“Well at least your body is,” she smiled.

I laughed. “I know, geesh, what came over me?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I liked it.”

So did I, I admitted silently to myself.

We pulled up to the restaurant. Mark had joined us. We needed the extra hands to bumper and tie down the boat as we reached the dock. There were a lot of other boats of all sizes there. The place had a large covered deck on the dock side. It was packed with people. I could see the calypso band in the corner. People were sitting at bar height tables eating and drinking or milling around with drinks. People were dancing to the music. This place was obviously the place to be on a Saturday afternoon. People from boats in bathing suits and people in summer wear, women in dresses, men in shorts filled the place.

As we were docking I saw a man raise his hand and yell, “Paul!”

Karen waved back. Paul was finishing up the docking.

Karen had thrown on a long T-shirt over her bathing suit. She skipped the bathing suit top. She threw me my T-shirt.

When docking was complete we all jumped onto the deck and headed towards Paul’s friends. It was a table with four men around it, all Paul’s age. They all hugged Karen. Paul made introductions.

There was Tom, Bill, Danny, and Jim.

In some ways there wasn’t much difference between them. If you had asked me I would have said four middle aged dudes.

Tom was about 5’10” had greying hair with a thin spot on top. He had a typical dad bod. He seemed like the kind of guy who’d play golf with your dad. Big handshake, big smile.

Jim was almost 6′ and shaved his head. He had a serious air about him, like he was sizing you up for some kind of competition.

Bill and Danny were interchangeable in looks. Probably 5’8″ both about 30 lbs overweight. Both were bald with that ring of hair guys their age get. Bill had a self deprecating sense of humor that cracked me up. Danny was super shy and stumbled over his words whenever he spoke to me. He tried so hard he also made me laugh.

The first thing they did was buy a pitcher of rum runners.

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I said with some skepticism.

“No problem,” said Tom.

We looked through the appetizer menu and I think we ordered one of everything.