One and sometimes both of the men would soon arrive to drunk sex websites and fondle to the chorus of cheers and laughter. The buzzing vibrators would soon tingle sensitive of willing participants. For those who wished it, a dancer would kneel between her legs, flip up and generate even more excitement with a skilled tongue. Orgasms were greeted with cheers and toasts. Before long, the "G" were gone and the naked dancers continued to make their way around the table. Chants of "Get it up! Get it up" began to be heard. The stopped before each woman to receive in the form of a few words, smile or a touch. Some were very enthusiastic and their fondling and stroking were quickly rewarded as penises began swell. Cheers greeted the fully erect that curved gracefully toward the owners' chests. Busy female hands now rubbed stiff cocks against faces and across their bodies. Soft, gentle strokes and sparkling eyes smiles to the dancer's faces. A few used their lips to hold a dancer in place with a special treat. Some cupped swinging testicles as their rhythmically slid up down a hardened cock. The party continued until the woman in the head chair stood and picked up the bottle of champagne. She held it over her head called out, "Fertility A roaring cheer from the others was the response. The head chair put the bottle back onto the table and picked up the corkscrew. The two moved up and stood on either side of her, slowly stroking their cocks and teasing the women nearby. The head handed the bottle and the corkscrew to one of the dancers. The man twisted the corkscrew the top of the bottle and pulled the cork out with a pop. A cheer went from around the table. He sat the bottle down returned to stroking his stiff cock. Both men put on a show of facial expressions and hand techniques while they for their audience. As they stroked faster and more intensely, the room became oddly quiet. All eyes glued to the men. Only an occasional conversation or some brief could be heard above the music. The men began to sweat and their hips were rocking in rhythm with their hands. Their mouths hung now, they breathed heavily, and their eyes glassy. No longer were they performing for an audience. What was to them now was very personal. One of the men whispered to the head chair who reached down handed him the glass. The room was silent now save for the music. The man with the glass was puffing and the sound of his hand striking his flesh echoed in the room. Then he gasped groaned loudly while his hand brought the glass up to his cock. A cheer went up as he began shoot thick white semen into the glass, carefully capturing every drop. his spasms passed, he smiled while he milked the last few drops from his penis. Then he turned and handed the glass to the chair. The women cheered again when she briefly held up glass before passing it to the other man. Attention was now on the second man who also stroked vigorously while making individual contact with his excited audience. They knew instantly when he downward that the action was about to start. He held the glass before him as his cum began to spray into the glass accompanied low growls of pleasure and second round of cheers. Pulse after pulse blasted through him wrenching his body while he steadfastly held the glass in position. When he finished, he panting and perspiring as he handed the glass to the head chair. She sat the glass on the and looked out at the other women. She called out, "Oh YEA!" And began applaud. The others quickly joined her in a round of applause and cheers for their but smiling dancers. When the applause ended, the head chair picked up the bottle of champagne and filled glass about half full. She used the stirrer to swirl the mixture. She held the glass up to eyes briefly and examined it. Then she called out, "Fertility Cocktail!" and a sip as the others echoed, "Fertility Cocktail!" She passed the glass to right where it started around the table. Each woman a sip and passed it on until it returned to the head chair. She offered the dancers a sip, they declined with a smile. Their coy refusal brought cries of mock disappointment the women who cajoled them to drink. The head chair then drank down the remaining cocktail and up the glass to a cheer. The glass was refilled with straight champagne and went around the table until the bottle empty. The dancers busily gathered up their costumes and drifted away from the table as they were pursued a few of the more 'appreciative' ladies. When the dancers had disappeared the small dressing alcove, the door to the was unlocked and their waiter returned for drink orders. He never quite understood the 'inside joke' when some of the women asked if he could them another "Fertility Cocktail".The booth I have to myself is similar those you find in restaurants - a table between two six-foot benches with heavy padding covered by imitation As I enjoy the beautiful scenery, I decide to record my observations in diary. Through the window I can see small islands covered with forest; and looking over the water I see a bald eagle, seals and whales. As I reach to pull my diary from my beneath the table, my left breast brushes the edge of the table. The brief tingle reminds me it's been two days since my last orgasm. I open diary and start to write in an attempt to describe the wonderful outside. However, I am distracted by the tension and feeling caused by the inadvertent of my breast on the table. My nipples are tightening and starting to harden. There an actual sensation of them starting to pucker. I lean against the wall adjacent to the and stretch my legs out along the length of the padded bench. dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. From my position I can sit with my back against the wall; I can look out the window and write in my diary. It's been two days since my last orgasm. I try to ignore the growing so that I can describe the scenery in my diary. Unfortunately I am too distracted by the tension starting to course like electricity through my body. I lightly brush the non-writing of my pen against my sweater over my right nipple. Looking out the window, I tap the pen ever so against my sweater. nipple hardens as I feel the tap through my sweater and bra. The tension spreads to my and groin area. It's been two days since my last orgasm. I look around. Nobody is across the aisle my booth and the other folks seem occupied in their own activities. I take a deep breath, exhale and then cross my ankles. I didn't realize was so horny. It just crept up on me. I start to daydream. The pen tip continues tap. If someone were to look my way it would look like was nervously wiggling the pen while I ponder what to write next. I can't wait to get home and "ride" my husband. I imagine to greet him at the airport. I drop my and leap into his arms. He holds and supports me, his hands under my ass. My arms are around his neck; my legs wrapped around his waist. He lowers me. Against the crotch of my jeans I can feel his erection his khakis. He squeezes my buns and moves me and down against his hardon. We're kissing hard - open mouth, tongue on tongue. It's been two days since last orgasm. I glance around the ferry. No one seems to notice me. I push the end of the through the weave of my sweater and move it back and forth stimulating nipple through my bra. My pussy is starting to dampen. I uncross my ankles, shift my seat a young and recross my ankles. I look around wondering if dare touch my now very tense crotch. In my mind I imagine the anticipated reunion with husband. While he is holding me I break off the kiss and whisper in his ear that have to "fuck his brains out!" He squeezes ass, sets me down, grabs my luggage with one hand and my hand with the other, and practically toward the exit. We catch a taxi and I can't wait to feel his penis inside of me. It's been two days since my last orgasm. As ferry makes its way between islands, I slowly move my left hand to my lap push the heel of my hand onto crotch. I lean forward and sigh. Yes, I can definitely feel that I am starting to get wet. I pull my jacket over my legs and continue to stare out window daydreaming. With my left hand under my jacket, undo the middle buttons on the fly of my jeans. I slide my index and middle fingers into the opening in my jeans lightly over my panties. Although my wetness has not yet begun to penetrate through my panties, I can that my pussy have started to engorge and spread slightly apart. I slowly tickle the area over my clitoris. I lean over the table like I'm reading my diary which pushes left breast onto tabletop. The pressure moves my bra a young stimulating my now swollen left nipple. If I were stand up and stretch my arms, I think my nipples would show through my bra and sweater. It's been two days since my last orgasm I'm thinking about my husband. We hail a taxi. I can't wait to get home. I keep rubbing his erection through pants. He tells the taxi driver to stop as we pass a park. grabs the luggage and we literally run into park. We find a partially secluded grassy area behind some bushes. I pull down my jeans and practically tackle my husband. hug, kiss, grapple. I am on top of him. I open his fly and his erection out of his pants. I feel desperate. I position his penis at the entrance my pussy with my left hand. With my right hand, I pull my panties aside. I shove my crotch backwards and feel him enter and me. My hands are pulling his hair; his are tweaking nipples through my sweater. I look at his face and can tell he is about ready to cum after only a few thrusts. But am I. I tilt my pelvis so my clit grinds into his pubic bone. I cum and hard. Two days since my last orgasm. The daydream has made me unbearably tense. My left finger and finger are now pushing down through my panties and against clit. Slow deep breaths through my nose. Furrowed concentrating Teeth biting lower lip. I look around. Maybe I should go to the restroom finish. I just don't want to stop. As my fingers push down onto my clit, they slide off to one side. I push again and slide to the other side. I clinch my thigh muscles, squeeze my butt and hold my breath. My palms are sweaty. My heart rate is up. I close my eyes and think about "riding" my husband. My panties are wet. I rub my fingers back and forth, I can feel the friction between my panties and the skin over my clit. I pinch and twist my right through my sweater. I hold my breath for about ten seconds. I tighten all the muscles in my body. I tilt my pelvis forward up and lift my ass slightly off the bench. The spasms start and build as my entire body tenses and then relaxes. After or five hard deep spasms, I exhale slow and hard. I look around and thankfully nobody seems to have noticed. It's been two minutes my last orgasm. And, madness it was, too - no reservations, no maps, knows where we are. But, he's like that and I guess that's I stay with him. (Goodness knows, he's no rich, intellectual giant...!) Hours of coastal highway every glance an adventure. I started to scope-out the 'hardbodies' miles ago (and I'm sure that he was, too.) Even here in northwestern Washington of the babes wore young more than cut-offs and I had been quiet for so long, so many miles, I was surprised he had not asked me what's But a slow, easy glance at him watching some youngr stuffed into an overwhelmed halter-top erases any guilt from my mind. I like him and all but not pushing for a commitment and he seems just fine with that. Besides, I'm no youngr but I look better than most of these babes and I get all the 'interest' I ask for. Traffic slows and we turn a corner to see a positively spectacular vista: the coastal mountains spread to allow highway direct access to a large, tree-lined The late morning's sun is splashing off dozens of sailboats, houseboats, sailboards, and a line brightly coloured ferries. "What a perfect view!", I exclaimed. "I could sit here forever!" "You have to, babe, because this line of cars is not going to make it on those ferries time soon. Look, the last one only took 4 cars and we're car number, uh, 26! Let's back out of and see if we can find another way, maybe around the bay." I just could not take eyes off this wonderful, beautiful place so I asked him to stay and Although he looked at me like I was hopelessly romantic, he said we'd wait. Bad idea: in about 20 he pissed in the bushes, (completely within sight of everybody waiting in the same line were stuck in!). And, watching all the pretty water activity on the bay did the trick me, too. I was nearly ready to pee in the ice chest in the back of the Bronco when our ferry finally arrived. soon as the car was blocked in place, I dashed to the wheelhouse and nearly collided with the captain he backed out of the doorway. Only, the captain wasn't a 'he', and she was breathtaking! Now, don't get me I'm not gay and I've considered a woman for a relationship. But if I ever did, this was exactly how I'd want her to look. I have no idea how long I stood there stared, my bursting bladder, my man, and my sanity - all but forgotten. She gave me young half-smile and saved me from myself: "Yes, am the pilot of your ferry and, no it's not unusual for a woman to do it!" She said it with such obvious mirth we both started laughing, which me why I was here. Again, to gently us along, she said, "The public restroom is occupied, but you can slip into the captain's head if you promise to tell." I smiled gratefully at both the double entendre (I alone seemed to perceive) and her perceptive while she led me into boathouse. The small toilet was attached to the back of the pilot's station - so close, in fact, that she could almost sit on it steer, too! The rough part wasn't that there was door between us; the entire area was literally open on both sides so that the view of the waterway would not be obstructed. I tried not to think that I dived out of my shorts and panties relieve myself. The wheelhouse's height made it impossible for in cars to see me if they walked along the railing but every boater around a good look at a happily woman from the waist up! I was actually captivated (again!) by the sights when I looked forward and saw that she barely watching the forward progress of our boat. Her half-smile still there but she wasn't looking into my eyes! I was crimson with embarrassment but I couldn't resist leaning on the toilet, spreading my legs, and wiping myself in ridiculously slow and intimate manner! Her smile blossomed into a beautiful which turned to shock when we heard the loud horn ahead! She swung around and steered us clear of a with a grinning captain. Now, both of us laughing again as I scramble to dress, she flips him off and turns back to "No! Wait! He can't see you behind me until he passes". "Yeah, but I'm through you are going to wreck us on something, you fool!" "Here, take the helm, keep speed where it is, keep the compass heading right there, and you cover me while I go." I traded with her even before I got my shorts completely and it was great! I was having the time of my life when I felt but firm hands on my hips. I gasped and started to turn when she said, "Hey! Watch where you're going with my quickly turned forward giggling as she played with my thighs, calves, and ankles. Pretty soon, the side traffic was getting show of the century! She did a steamy striptease with my shorts, my panties, and my socks while half dozen more small boats hustled alongside and their occupants cheered and whistled. I was doing my best to concentrate on piloting I was so worked up, I was almost dancing. She caressed and fondled kissed me until I was twitching uncontrollably! My right foot was lifted onto a 6-inch sideboard and she used mouth to pleasure me as intimately as any human could, and to cheers from both sides of the boat, I screamed my orgasm to the beautiful morning sky. She continued to lick me until I was totally unable stand. Catching me as I slumped over the wheel, she me towards her (carefully reaching around me to lock the wheel's in her firm grasp) and planted the biggest wet kiss on my lips. Now, both of us and hugging, we took our bows to the port then starboard 'fans'. We quickly changed places while I dressed. And, we kissed again as I left the boathouse for the car. "I a lot of women had to pee while waiting for the ferry," he said, once was back in the Bronco and I agreed. "The moving water really gets the juices flowing," I said I kissed him. He had the funniest look on his face as he leaned back in his seat and gazed at me. Evidently, had a lot more than 'her' half-smile on my face... 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