Chapter 23

The first day of our cruise was a short one. We found a little restaurant before we were even out of the main part of the lake, just a few miles out from Mr. Bell's marina and tied up at the end of their dock. Dinner was charcoal grilled hamburgers, greasy fries and wonderful, homemade, apple pie. Beth Ann spoke for both of us when she told the owners that we would be back often.

With a full stomach and twilight coming soon, I chose a good spot in a wide cove and anchored about two-hundred feet out from shore and a good half mile from either point of land. That would give us privacy and keep us at least partially protected from any boats racing around the lake after dark. It was a good plan because the Branson Belle showboat cruised by a little later and created quite a wake, even for us in the cove.

We were running on generator power. When the engines were shut down there was such a small amount of noise, we were able to enjoy quiet conversation in the gathering night. Beth Ann chose to sit on top of the hot tub cover, on the roof of the houseboat. This boat came with just about everything including a six person hot tub, a second fridge on the roof and a hard top that covered the fly bridge and hot tub to keep us out of the sun. The original owners decided to include everything possible when they outfitted the boat, then sold it to us for a fraction of its worth. Who knows what people are thinking? I'm just glad we were the recipient of their change of heart.

One thing I added to our boat was a hammock for the roof. When we saw the boat that first time, I had a vision of Beth Ann and I cuddled together, swinging in a hammock, on the roof after dark. In my fantasy we kissed, petted and ended up giving each other great oral sex, all the while managing not to fall out of the hammock. From my first experience in the art of proper hammock cuddling, I discovered that not falling out was harder than it first appeared. Just lying in it alone felt a little unstable and I worried about tumbling out and hitting my head. As the evening wore on and Beth Ann tired of lying across the hot tub top, she joined me and ended up lying almost completely on top of me, face to face, while we talked, kissed, petted and generally acted like horny teenagers.

Holding my beloved in a lovers embrace, lying in a hammock, on the roof of an expensive houseboat, with both hands inside her shorts, massaging her naked bottom, was special and I was determined to enjoy it to the fullest. It seemed unusually important to me, right then, that I imprint this moment on my brain, so that I could call the images up in the future and enjoy the experience all over again. I quietly took an inventory of us, the two of us, curled together in quiet bliss, silently taking in the newness of the night sky and the gentle rocking of the hull to sooth us.

Beth Ann seemed to surrender to my mood. She ran her top hand softly up and down my chest, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. We shed most of our clothes after it got dark and our skin touching skin was as calming as it was arousing. I could feel Beth Ann's pussy hair brushing softly on mine and catch just a whiff of her scent in the night air.

That glorious smell was something else I felt a need to imbed in my memory. I loved to inhale her scent and catch the delicate changes in intensity as she travels from interested to orgasmic.

We were beautifully matched. I loved her scent and she felt no embarrassment knowing I loved to have her smell in my nostrils, on my skin and in my mouth. We'd come so far as lovers in so short a time, I often caught myself thinking that we'd been together - as a couple - for years, not weeks because of how we fit ourselves together.

"Ummmmm..." she moaned into my chest. "I could lie here, cuddling with you all night." Her voice was light and breathy, with just a hint of something more and I slid my hand down between the folds of her pussy, found her clit and gently circled it, bringing her to instant arousal.

Beth Ann's pussy was a work of art. I loved to lie with my head between her legs and stare at the folds of her womanhood. I loved to gently blow on her clitoral hood and feel her contract as goose bumps raised up on her skin. As her body reacted, she released her lubricating fluid and filled our bedroom with her scent. As she climbed towards climax, her torso would bounce in a rhythm of lust, and she would mash her pussy lips against my mouth trying to get more of my tongue inside her.

Thinking about her pussy was all the motivation I needed to have this test ride in our hammock. I slid down and captured her whole pussy with my mouth, flicking my tongue from top to bottom, clit to rectum and then I paused to push my tongue partly inside her bottom, causing Beth Ann to jump, grunt and push back. For someone who claimed she wanted no part of anal play, Beth Ann certainly reacted positively when I tongued her ass.