THE SURFER DUDE and the SOCCER MOM
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They never did cook the fish. They rested in each others’ arms for thirty or forty minutes and then Gina looked at her watch. She said it was getting late and she needed to get home to her kids. So Jake slipped on his shorts, and Gina her dress, and they motored back to the marina, munching on salad during the ride. When they said good night they shared a final long kiss and knew they would meet again soon.
On her drive home Gina was aglow, smiling. She felt like a slut, going so far with this young guy right out of the gate, but it just felt right, and Damn!, she felt good. She’d never ever been fucked like this. Her pussy was sore, but it was a good sore, and she was still savoring the taste of his cum and the ecstasy of his tongue up her ass. She even wondered what it might feel like to have his cock up there. As it worked out she wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out.
They fell into a routine of seeing each other several times a week. Gina was separated and headed for divorce, so they kept their affair private and discreet. Often she would visit Jake on his boat for Thursday morning and Monday afternoon delights. On Mondays she would do her grocery shopping in the morning, take it all back to the house and put it all away and then head over to the marina for several hours of robust fucking. On Thursdays Gina would get her kids off to school and then go see him and they would fuck the rest of the morning. Usually Jake would take her around the world and she’d have time for a mediocre shower on his boat before she left to go to work. But more than once time got away from them and she went to the library with Jake’s cum seeping out of her, front and back, and running down her leg. She would clean up as best she could in the restroom.
But Gina’s favorite times were when Jake would come to her house at night. These were the times she was able to go to bed with him, sleep with him, and wake up with him; and fuck a whole lot in between. Usually at a little after ten p.m., after the kids were safely in their beds upstairs, Gina would send Jake a simple text message: Ok. Jake would hop on his bike and pedal to her house. Ten minutes later he would lean his bike against the side of her house, open the gate to the backyard, and enter her bedroom through the unlocked French doors.
She would light scented candles and place them around the room, and she always dressed in something skimpy and sexy, even though she knew he’d have her naked in about ten seconds flat. They would invent new ways to fuck. Jake gave her a Kama Sutra book with 200+ sexual positions and they were trying them out, one by one. In the mornings Jake would wake up at dawn, and without fail, would have a raging hard-on. Gina never failed to suck him goodbye.
At the library, Gina’s co-workers noticed a difference in her. She just seemed to have a different aura about her, a more positive one. Bridget was the only one who knew about her relationship with Jake, but Gina, being cautious, hadn’t told her that much. But after six or seven weeks of the affair, Gina and Bridget decided to have a drink together after work. Bridget said she wanted a stiff drink and she wanted details.
They went to happy hour at a place not far from the library and took a small booth in the back. They got their vodka tonics and had a few minutes of shop talk before Bridget zeroed in.
“Okay,” Bridget said. “So how are you and Romeo getting along?”
Gina twisted her lips into her toothy, sly grin and shook her head. “Bridget…”
“Are you getting plenty, honey?”
“Bridget, you’re bad.”
“Of course I am,” she said. “That’s why you love me so, right?”
Bridget ordered two more. She leaned over closer to Gina.
“Is he good in the sack?” she asked.
Gina smiled and took a sip of her drink. “Incredible,” she said.
“How’s his package?”
“He’s hung like a dumb jury.”
“Ha! I knew it!” Bridget squawked, laughing, slapping the table. “Now we’re getting somewhere!”
Some folks at nearby tables looked their way in reaction to Bridget’s table bang.
“We’re okay!” Bridget said. “No problems.” They laughed again and sipped their drinks for a moment while their neighbors went back into their own worlds.
“Okay,” Bridget said. “He’s good in bed and has a big cock. Sounds like a plan to me!”
“Oh God, Bridget. You have no idea.”
“Well, how about you give me some idea, girl.”
“You have to promise to keep this to yourself, Bridget.”
“Don’t you worry, Honey, my lips are zipped. This is for my own personal entertainment only.”
“I don’t know where to start,” Gina said. “Our first time together, we were naked within 45 minutes and we haven’t stopped fucking since. In fact, since then the only times I’ve seen him dressed is when he’s taking his shorts off or putting them back on.”
“Damn, girl!”
“I mean it Bridget; I never knew it could be like this. There’s not one inch of my body, inside or out, where he hasn’t been, that he hasn’t fucked. He’s like a freaking python and I’m next on the food chain, the way he wraps himself around me, and his slippery fingers, and his tongue, Oh God his tongue.”
“What about his tongue?”
“His tongue…is…what’s the word? Unbelievable, I guess.”
“Unbelievable? What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I never would have believed it, I guess. I’m getting chills just talking about it, but there is not a single spot on my body…or inside my body…where his tongue hasn’t been.”
“Now you’re making me wet,” Bridget sighed, sitting back.
“And God, the orgasms…” Gina added.
“Gina, you’re killing me here.”
“I never knew I could have so many. And that they could be so intense.. And in positions I never knew were possible.”
“I’m going to need another drink here, and some oxygen!” Bridget said, fanning herself.
“Know where we did it a couple of nights ago?”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“On the headboard of my bed.”
“Your headboard? He comes to your house?”
“Yeah, after the kids are in bed. Anyway, he lifts me up so I’m sitting on the headboard and my back’s against the wall, right? And he gets on his knees in front of me and buries his face in my crotch…”
“Oh my Lord, Gina…”
“For twenty-five minutes he stayed down there. And his lips, and his tongue, God, it was fucking incredible. I came twice in his face before he moved his head away.”
“Unh, unh, unh…”
“Then he stood up and fucked me up against the wall. I was praying the kids didn’t hear us.”
All Bridget could do was shake her head. There was a pause while they sipped their drinks.
“He loves my ass,” Gina said.
“He loves your ass?”
“Yes.” Gina leaned over so her mouth was close to Bridget’s ear. “With his tongue!” she said softly.
Bridget’s eyes grew into saucers. “Oh, goodness!” she said, as a hundred visions flashed through her mind.
Gina nodded her head up and down. “No one ever did that to me before. But now I think I’m hooked.”
“Well, girl, it sounds like you hit the horizontal lottery,” Bridget said. “And tomorrow I believe I’m going to go shopping!”
“Shopping? For what?”
“I gotta get me a headboard!”
----
The following weekend Gina’s kids were going to be away visiting their grandparents, so she and Jake planned to actually spend a whole night together and he wouldn’t have to bug out at sunup. Jake had a gig on Saturday afternoon, so the plan became that she would meet him after he played, and they would have dinner, then go to the marina and take the boat out to their favorite cove to spend the night. And in the morning they would head out into the ocean to a location a couple miles from the inlet to go whale watching.
“Whale watching?” Gina asked.
“Yep,” Jake said. “I know a great spot and it’s amazing to see. Big whales, forty, fifty feet long, putting on a show! You’ll love it.”
“Oh, wow,” she said.
“And since you’re the librarian, you’re in charge of bringing the reading material!”
“Do you think we’ll have much time to read?” she asked, rubbing the front of his shorts.
“Only one book,” he said, pinching her ass.
“Oh really, which book is that?”
“The Kama Sutra!”
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On Saturday evening Gina and Jake had dinner at a funky seafood restaurant and then headed to the marina, boarded his boat and they took off for their favorite cove. Once settled in, Jake whipped up a big batch of rum punch. He put on some music, Buffett singing ‘Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw’.
The drinks went down way too easy, and before long they were both pretty lit. Soon they stumbled below and giggled as they undressed. They fell into his bunk, which was kind of tight for the two of them and limited any efforts at creative new positions. But they succeeded in enjoying a hearty session of sloppy, conventional fucking, rocking the boat, and Gina spent a good while sitting on Jake’s face. They slept like rocks and when they awoke early the next morning Jake had his habitual a.m. tent pole, so Gina went down to give him his customary good morning blowjob. She had grown to like the feel of his cock in her mouth and the tickle of its head deep in her throat, and she cherished when his body would tense, and his groan would slightly precede the expulsion of his semen into her mouth.
They fried some eggs for breakfast, cleaned up and then pulled up anchor and set off. It took them about an hour to get to the spot where they would look for whales. They had to travel several miles on the river to reach the inlet, and then it was a couple more miles out to sea. When they got there they were the only boat around.
“Naked time!” Jake said, dropping his shorts, which was all that he had on.
“What?” Gina asked.
“Time to get naked! Captain’s orders!” He started to remove her shirt.
“Jake….”
“Don’t Jake me,” he said. “We need to be naked for what I have in mind!”
He kissed her and shoved his tongue into her mouth and soon they were wrapped in a full body embrace. Gina laughed when he pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it down below. He grabbed towels and sun tan lotion and he helped her to the area above the cabin near the bow. It was flat and would be comfortable for lying together plus whatever carnal activities they might get themselves into.
They laid out the blankets and Jake started squeezing oil all over Gina, starting at the top. He rubbed it into her face, her neck and shoulders, and took his time with her luscious tits, sucking her nipples while he was at it. Then the rest of her, front and back. Then she did him the same way, rubbing oil onto him, body part by body part, his chest, his stomach, legs, back, ass, cock. Especially his cock.
Gina did an excellent job oiling Jake’s cock, and soon it had reached its full, hard length. So she sat on it.
She guided his magnificent member into her and moved her body up and down, over and over. Jake moved with her, impaling her with each fluctuation, and then the boat was rocking up and down with them, bow up, bow down, swinging him into her with a little extra force. Gina moaned with every bob, louder than usual, coaxing her cum. When she screamed Jake felt her tremble and the dig of her nails in his chest, and felt her gush wash over him. When she rolled off of him, as if on cue, they spotted a whale.
It was about a quarter mile away. It was a right whale and Jake guessed it was 40-45 feet long. Its whole body sailed completely out of the water and splashed back down and disappeared.
“Ooh, wow!” Gina said, and then they spotted another about 200 feet behind the first. They noticed a couple other boats nearby. “Should we put our clothes on?”
“They’re not that close, about a half mile. And they’ll be looking at whales, not us.”
They kept watching but didn’t see any whales for a minute or two. But then there they were, closer than before, two jumping skyward and plunging back into the drink. And right behind them another followed.
“They’re beautiful!” Gina said.
They watched the show, whales coming up for air in dramatic fashion, and crashing back down into the sea. The show went on for a few more minutes. There were four or five whales, they guessed by their movements, but weren’t exactly sure because there were never more than two or three above water at the same time.
Then as soon as they had appeared, they were gone. Jake and Gina watched for a while, scanning the seascape, but didn’t see any. Soon they started fooling around.
They started kissing and fondling each other, their hands roaming their naked bodies. Jakes hand found its way into Gina’s wet slot and she started stroking his cock. After a few minutes of that Jake’s head was between Gina’s legs and he was eating pussy. He ate her until she came then mounted her and slipped his dick inside her warm, wet grotto and started banging her pretty good. But what they hadn’t noticed while Gina was moaning and Jake was chomping down, is that as the boat had drifted, the whales were playing again and not far off the stern.
After a few minutes of ramming Gina’s pussy into the deck, Jake was ready for some ass. He withdrew his tumid tool from her and rolled her over on her belly. He poured some oil into his hand and slathered it all over his cock, then he rammed two oily fingers into her asshole.
Gina groaned and asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m lubing you up! I’m going to put my train in your tunnel.” Jake replied.
She laughed. “Is that stuff safe?”
“Yeah, its coconut oil, it works great. Tastes good too!” Then she moaned with pleasure when he rammed his tongue up her ass.
“Unh….unh….unh…” Gina groaned with each tongue-fuck, and she tightened her sphincter around it with each thrust, ten, fifteen, twenty times. But by this time Jake’s cock was painfully hard and his balls were fluid-filled walnuts, and that fluid would soon need to get out. And he planned on shooting his fluid deep into Gina’s beautiful butt.
He put the head of his dick up to her rear entrance and pushed. In the preceding weeks Gina’s asshole had gained a lot of experience, so she took a deep breath and accepted it willingly, and with each subtle swing, inch by inch Jake’s meat slid in. Gina moved with him as he fucked her and groaned each time his full length reached inside her.
Jake’s cock was fully embedded in her ass when the whale struck the boat.
The whale was over forty feet long and probably weighed fifty tons. It came from below, shooting upwards at a forty-five degree angle. Jake and Gina felt the concussion beneath them, and a thunderous, sickening screech as the hull of their boat was severed in half, and in the blink of an eye they were airborne.
They were catapulted high in the air, flying as a single projectile, fastened together with an eight inch rivet sticking into Gina from behind. They flew in a rainbow arc, screaming, and splashed down about fifty feet away, still in one piece, scared shitless, but miraculously unhurt.
It didn’t take Jake long to lose his erection after the unplanned flight and jouncing in the cold sea. Jake was a strong swimmer, had lifeguarded and taken lifesaving courses in high school, so after their initial plunge, and some coughing up of salt water, he kept their heads above water. Gina had started to panic but Jake tried to keep her calm, and she did settle down some when they heard a boat motor fire up nearby.
Jake’s boat was floating on its side, a cracked and broken mess, about forty yards away and sinking fast. The whales seemed to have moved off again.
They could hear the sound of the boat was getting nearer and they could see it carefully approaching and heard shouting voices muffled by the purr of the motor. It was about a hundred yards away and as they bounced up and down in the waves they caught glimpses of people scanning the water, one man with binoculars.
“They’re looking for us!” Jake said excitedly.
Jake started screaming and waving one arm, the other arm tightly around Gina. ‘Help! Help! Over here!’ Jake hollered over and over, timing it with their upward swells.
In a few minutes, which felt like hours to Jake and Gina as they treaded water, they were at last spotted, and they could see the excitement on the peoples’ faces as the boat headed toward them. Jake recognized it as one of the boats they had spotted earlier.
“Oh God, Jake,” Gina said. “We’re naked! This is going to be embarrassing!”
“I know. Beats the alternative, though,” Jake answered.
“Hello!” came a booming voice over the boat’s speaker. “Hang in there! We saw what happened. We see you!”
The boat bore down on them slowly, forty, thirty, twenty yards, and when it was finally close enough they threw them a line. It landed six feet to their left so they side-paddled over and Jake grabbed it. They pulled themselves in to the port side and the boaters were soon pulling Gina’s naked body aboard, and he could see the guys checking her out. There were three couples, probably in their forties, Jake guessed.
Jake watched Gina’s ass vanish over the side and saw one of the men wrap a beach towel around her. He heard them ask her is if she was alright and she nodded and thanked everyone profusely. He started to pull himself up and got a hand.
“Thank God you folks were nearby,” Jake said, as he wrapped a towel around his waist. “You saved our lives!”
“We saw the whole thing!” one gal said. “The whale was between your boat and ours’, so we were looking your way. It went underwater, and when it came back up, Oh My God!, we couldn’t believe it! Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Are you okay?” Jake asked Gina; she nodded. “Just kind of shaken up is all,” he said to the lady.
“Coast Guard’s on the way!” the captain-looking man said.
“Coast Guard?” asked Gina. “Oh, no.” She looked at Jake and shook her head. They knew the situation was about to become much more embarrassing.
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The Coast Guard response boat arrived within fifteen minutes. Once the Coasties determined that there were no injuries they provided Gina and Jake with dry clothing and started asking questions. As they were being helped aboard the Coast Guard vessel they could overhear some of the questions being asked of their rescuers, and parts of their answers. Gina heard words that sounded like ‘naked’ and ‘sex’ and ‘fucking’ along with ‘whale’ and ‘boat’ and knew they were in for a grilling.
The questions were easy at first, names, addresses, what kind of boat, registration information, things like that. Then they got into more detail about their relationship, their boat ride today, their intentions, the whales, the whale hitting the boat, how long were they in the water, etc. They told them yes, they had taken their clothes off to sunbathe since no other boats were nearby. Yes, they had had sex too. The questions went on for a couple of hours after they returned to the Coast Guard Station and reports were filled out.
Finally, after a lecture about safety and the importance of wearing clothes and life jackets, they were free to go and they called a cab to take them back to the marina. As they walked out to the taxi they saw a TV news van driving onto the property. They sat in stunned silence during the fifteen minute ride. Most of Jake’s belongings were by now under a thousand feet of water, but fortunately Gina had left her purse in the car. She paid the cabbie, said goodbye and drove off. Jake started trying to find his brother. He needed to find a place to stay.
----
It made the news of course. Television, radio, newspapers, internet, you couldn’t miss it. There were no photos, but their names were mentioned time and again, and it seemed to be ‘Breaking News’ for days.
Jake spent the next few days getting a replacement drivers license and debit and credit cards, getting a new phone and computer, and filing an insurance claim. He played his gigs too; he’d stored his music gear in the back of his car. In fact, he had gained some new notoriety because of the incident. People had started calling him Captain Ahab instead of Captain Jake.
Gina took it a little harder and didn’t deal with the notoriety very well. Her husband was up in arms, called her a whore and an unfit mother and she figured he’d use it any way he could against her in the divorce. At the library she tried to stay back in the offices and out of the public eye as much as possible because she could feel their stares.
Gina didn’t try to call Jake, but he tried to call and text her. She didn’t answer or return his calls at first, but finally did return one of his texts and typed only. ‘I need time’.
After about two weeks Gina called him.
“How are you doing, Jake?” she asked him.
“Okay, I guess. Trying to get my life back together.”
“I know all about that. Where are you living?”
“In one of the RVs stored at the marina. It will be a couple more weeks before I get the insurance money for the boat. It won’t be that much but hopefully I can replace it with something livable. Are you okay?”
“Uh, not really. It’s been very hard. My husband is making things very difficult on me, and my kids are taking a lot of shit at school, and at work and socially…it’s all been very embarrassing to say the least.”
“I know what you mean…” Jake said.
“Do you, Jake? Do you really?”
He didn’t know what to say.
“I’d bet it’s been a little bit different for you.”
“How so?”
“Jake, we had some fun, let’s face it. But do you know how it looks to people? People look at you as the young, cool, hip musician surfer dude who was doing the soccer mom and helped save her; but they look at me as the still-married, mother-of-two, naked slut you were screwing.
“But my life is all screwed up right now, and you can’t be in it. That whale has changed a few things. We could have died out there.”
“I know.”
“Bye, Jake.”
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A few weeks later on a Friday after getting off work at the library, Bridget went to the Sandcrab for a drink and a little live music. The live music was Captain Jake. She took a seat at the end of the bar, ordered a vodka tonic for herself and asked the bartender to send Jake a drink on her.
Jake was playing ‘Into The Mystic’ when the drink arrived. The server told him it was from the gal at the end of the bar. As he played he looked over at Bridget and their eyes met and she smiled at him. He remembered her, Gina’s friend, the hippy Rita Coolidge-looking-chick from the library. She looked pretty good too, a few years older than Gina perhaps, but good: long and lean and hair down to her ass.
The song was over before he remembered her name: Bridget. He played ‘Delta Lady’ and dedicated it to her.
He went over to her and they talked during his break. They made catching-up small talk for most of the twenty minute break, dancing around any mention of whales or their mutual friend at the library.
“So, how is Gina?” Jake finally asked.
Bridget sighed and said, “It’s been tough, but she’s going to make it. She’s been laying low.” She paused and added, “She knows I’m here.”
It was time to go back to work. Jake said, “I have one more set to do. Can you stay? Maybe we can get a drink together afterwards?”
“I’ll stay. But no boat rides,” she said with a smile.
“I promise. No boat rides!”
After the set it only took Jake about five minutes to break down his gear. He walked over to Bridget as she was putting the finishing touches on her drink and asked her where she’d like to go. She asked him if he had any ideas.
“Well,” he said, “If we go to any of the places where I play music, people will know me and come up and want to talk and we wouldn’t have much privacy…”
“We could go to my place,” she said, surprising herself. “I have a condo on the river. It’s only a couple miles from here.”
“Okay,” Jake said, “That sounds good.”
Bridget helped him lug his equipment to his car, and then she got into her car and pulled away. He followed her down the beach boulevard.
Ten minutes later Jake was inside Bridget’s condo. Twenty minutes after that he was inside Bridget.
They knew Gina wouldn’t mind.
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