Then I noticed the camouflage pattern fishing boat with two women get into the line for gas. It’s unusual to see two women fishing. If I see even one woman in a fishing boat, she’s usually there with her husband and she’s often reading and not even fishing. I watched them a little closer this time. From the quick glance earlier, I got the sense that they were middle-aged. Closer examination confirmed that but they were very attractive and well maintained and both were wearing makeup to go fishing. That was unheard of for locals.
When the woman who had spoken to Ali in front of my house made eye contact with me, she immediately glanced away from me and leaned toward her companion, whom I assumed was Ali. She spoke softly and quickly glanced back at me causing Ali to turn and glance my way too. The other woman tried to stop her from turning but it was too late.
When I made eye contact with Ali, she knew she was busted trying to sneak a peek so she smiled and waved at me. I waved back. The other woman turned beet-red with embarrassment. Both women were wearing camouflage shorts and khaki, ribbed ‘wife-beater’ tee shirts emblazoned with the ‘LL Bean’ logo. Everything about them screamed ‘RICH’.
‘Presumably Ali’ was trying to get the other woman to come meet me but she vigorously shook her head. She kept glancing at me as their turn came to pull to the dock for gas. The other woman took the opportunity to escape her friend’s efforts to drag her over to meet me. She went inside to prepay for gas. Ali kept glancing at me. I was staring at her so she was busted on every glance over.
With the gas paid for, the other woman grabbed the pump handle and pulled it down the dock to her gas tank. Her back was to me and I heard Ali say loud enough for her friend to hear and for me to hear too, “Joan. Come on. Let’s just go over and introduce ourselves. He’s looking at us. You have no reason to be embarrassed. He was the one standing out on his deck in the nude. He should be the one embarrassed.” Ali stole another glance and waved again when she saw me watching them.
When Joan finished pumping gas, she returned the handle to the pump and went back in the store. When she came back out she yelled to Ali, “I’m done for the day. I’m going back to the camp.” Ali pleaded with her to come back but she climbed into her BMW X5 and drove off. Ali looked over at me and shrugged her shoulders and backed away from the dock and sped off.
The entertainment was done so I returned to my kayak and paddled home. I checked to see if Priya was outside in her yard and she wasn’t. All was quiet at her house. I grabbed my e-reader and the binoculars and stripped off my shirt. It was a beautiful day, not too hot or humid. I kicked off my sandals and sat down in my chair. I read for nearly an hour and the warmth of the sun started to have its effect and my eyelids grew heavy. I set the e-reader on the glass top table along with the binoculars and allowed myself to drift off.
I was dreaming of double teaming Ashley but the third person was Priya and not Jacob. Even in my dream, I thought that was kind of weird but there was no complaining from me. Priya was the bottom half of a sixty-nine with Ashley on top. I was fucking my hard cock into Ashley’s mouth as I held her head firmly in place. She was taking it all. I groaned in my dream and I heard myself groan in real life which woke me.
My cock was incredibly hard and had tented my thin nylon shorts which had fallen off my glans exposing my erection to the air. I reached my hand down and stroked it a couple times. My eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight and sitting there in a cushioned lawn chair was ‘Presumably-Ali’. She had pulled her shorts and panties to the side and she was fingering her pussy as she watched me stroke my erection. Her fishing boat was tied up to the dock on the opposite side from my pontoon boat. I hadn’t heard her approach. She grinned at me and said, “Hi. I’m Ali. Sorry for spying on you. That wasn’t my intention when I got here.” She never stopped dragging her fingers through her labia, and she never took her eyes off my cock. I had stopped stroking it when I noticed her sitting there. “Instead of us masturbating ourselves, let’s do each other,” she said.
