Chapter 5

I was having the time of my life. I was in love with a beautiful older woman who loved to have sex. For the next two weeks we had sex all over Grace's house and several times in the boat. We couldn't keep our hands off one another.

Sarah continued to work with me in getting me to stay flaccid when I was naked with her. I was actually starting to get good at it but whenever she teased me it would instantly go up. She figured I was probably ready for the nudist beaches as long as she didn't play with me while we were there.

I talked to Grace several times. She wasn't having much luck with my mom so most of her calls were a need for a sympathetic ear. She did manage to embarrass herself in front of my mom's entire church when she screamed out how un-Christian my mother was. The entire church yelled back at her calling her a sinner and a heathen and demanding that she leave. It was an abysmal failure. I decided to not tell her what was going on between me and Sarah as she didn't need anything else to obsess about.

I still hadn't heard from Ashley. I tried calling over to her place a few times and left a message to call me but she never returned my calls. Her mom did tell me she was absolutely miserable and that she wanted me to fix what ever happened between us so she could have her daughter back. I told her I wanted the exact same thing, but that Ashley probably wouldn't listen anyways. If Sarah hadn't been keeping me so happy I would have been extremely miserable. As it was, I wasn't always the best company for Sarah and she knew why.

I had started taking Bree to some of her music and dance lessons to free up Sarah's already hectic schedule. During the day she was usually busy arranging some charity function or another. Bree begged me a few times to stay and watch her practices so that I could see how good she was. I have to be honest, she was a step ahead of all the other kids that were at the various practices. I had heard her sing before and I knew she was good at that, but she could really dance. She was doing some type of ballet for the class I was visiting and I was absolutely amazed at the grace and beauty she put into her performance.

Bree and I were becoming really close friends. During our rides to and from practice she would tell me all about all the problems she was having with her friends and how she was having problems meeting boys. I honestly couldn't understand how she could have a problem with boys. She was very pretty and had a wonderful personality. If I was her age I would be falling all over myself to date her. I told her that most boys were probably intimidated by her because she was so pretty.

Another weekend came and Bree asked if she could go out on the boat with me. I offered to take her with her mom's permission. Sarah thought it was an excellent idea but decided to stay back so the two of us could get to know one another a bit more. We both agreed that my relationship with Bree was important if our relationship was going to survive.

I decided to get things going early in the morning so I could make it all the way to the Salty Dog again for lunch and make it back before the daily thunderstorms would hit.

Bree came over to my house around seven in the morning. I had prepared breakfast, which both of us shoveled down in silence. After breakfast I went out to the boat to get things ready and turned on the TV for Bree so she had something to do while she waited for me.

It took me about 20 minutes to get everything ready. I went back up to the house, grabbed Bree, and then we were off.

It was a nice sunny morning. It was warm, but not hot yet. The birds were out in multitudes taking advantage of the relative cool of the morning.

As I piloted the boat through the no-wake zone Bree was busy getting comfortable. She pulled off her t-shirt and shorts revealing a very skimpy two piece bathing suit. I instantly got hard looking at her young firm body. She was absolutely stunning. She had the same amazing olive skin that her mother did with no tan lines. I guessed her breast size to be about an A-cup but I could tell she was well on her way to the next size up. Only the sound of an air horn from another boat drew my attention away from her amazing figure. I quickly swerved the boat to avoid impact with the other boat and tried to collect myself.

I looked over at her every so often as we continued through the no-wake area. She had started putting on suntan lotion that she got from a sling bag she brought with.

"Can you do my back?" asked Bree.

"Sure sweets, let me just pull the boat over first." I didn't want another near accident.

I pulled the boat over and then took the bottle from her. As I applied the lotion to her skin I noticed how soft and smooth her skin was. It was like running my hand over satin. I felt a bit awkward as I moved my hand under her bikini top strap and then again when my hand was basically on her ass doing the part just above the bottoms of her suit. I was going to take my shirt off but now it was the only thing hiding my raging hard on that was tenting my shorts. I wondered to myself how someone so young could be so desirable and affect me like she was.

I got back to the controls of the boat and maneuvered out into the Gulf through John's Pass. By then I was relatively deflated so I felt comfortable taking my shirt off and getting a tan. We actually had quite a bit of time so I tooled around the gulf hitting the waves and having a generally good time. I stopped the boat about a mile off shore so we could lay out for a bit and get some sun.

"If you want you can lie out on the back deck of the boat and get a good suntan. I will grab us some tea down below," I said after turning off the boat motor.

"Do you mind if I go topless?" asked Bree as if it was a normal every day request.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I said, feeling my member stiffening in my shorts.

"I just want to get an even tan," said Bree.

"I am just not comfortable with that Bree."

"OK," said Bree dejectedly.

I went down inside the hull of the boat and pulled out a pitcher of iced tea from a small refrigerator I kept on the boat. I poured two glasses and then made a move to go out but then stopped. I figured I had better relieve some of my pressure so I wouldn't get hard around her so easily.

I pulled down my shorts and quickly got myself to erection. As I began pounding my meat, I tried to fantasize about Sarah and our last encounter in the boat. It didn't take long and soon I was shooting thick, sticky ropes of cum into a waiting paper towel. I quickly put everything in its place and then took the drinks up topside to a very impatient Bree.

"What took you so long?"

"Oh... um... the radio. I was checking the weather radio," I lied.

Bree shrugged and then took her drink and downed about half of it. She put the glass in one of the drink holders in the passenger area of the boat and then climbed on to the back deck of the boat to lie out. I did the same thing and lay down next to her.

"I am having so much fun today," said Bree. "Thank you for bringing me out on your boat."

"It really isn't my boat, it is Grace's boat," I corrected.

Bree giggled and swatted at me playfully. "You know what I meant you goof."

"Well, it was my pleasure to take you out on the boat."

Bree turned on her side and looked at me. "I want to thank you for coming into my mom's life. You have made her so happy."

"It is more like she came into my life," I said smiling. "It is something that really took me by surprise but it has been a wonderful surprise."

"I really can't think of a better guy for her to pick," said Bree smiling back at me. "All of her other boyfriends were assholes." Bree blushed as she realized she swore.

"I don't care if you swear," I said, trying to be the good guy and not the asshole telling her what to do.

"I consider you a friend," said Bree, suddenly serious.

"I consider you a friend too," I said. "I love spending time with you."

Bree grinned and then scooted over and put her head on my chest and draped her arm over me and squeezed. I didn't know what to do. Was she flirting with me or was she just being friendly. I did everything I could not to get hard with a beautiful young woman who was half naked resting on my chest. I decided to put my arm on her back and she squeezed into me tighter.

I rubbed her smooth back gently and after about a minute she was asleep in my arms. What was surprising to me was that I was no longer the horny teenager. I was the comforting role model. As she slept I felt content.

After about fifteen minutes Bree stirred. She rubbed her hand across my chest and then gave me a chaste peck on the cheek. She went back to her towel and sat down on it and looked out towards were the Florida coastline was.