I saw him arch back his head and moan deep as any guy would. I loved it, I loved every moment of it. I slowly opened the door and he jumped up, startl...ed. Maybe he wasn’t looking at me but I wasn’t going to stop. I made my way to his bed, after shutting the door behind me, by the light of his laptop. His mouth gaped open but his eyes said yes. He was looking down at me and at his lovely hard dick. I slowly reached out and grasped it lightly. It felt good in my hand and I slowly started moving my. My mate George and I enjoyed a great day's sailing and as the sun was heading for the horizon decided to overnight at a small county port. We anchored out in the harbour to avoid paying any jetty fees and once dinner was done we started making up the beds. Unfortunately the starboard bunk was soaked from a leak and anyone sleeping there would have a tough night.We decided to share the double bunk as it was dry. Neither of us had brought PJs and were down to our boxers for sleeping. George. I filled it to the brim, and also filled a glass of water for myself, and we both took a long cold drink. There was an odd kind of tension in the air, and I needed to say something to try to break it.I smiled and joked, “You know, my husband thinks you were flirting with him yesterday!”Okay, so I stretched the truth a little bit.We both giggled nervously.She looked at me right in the eye.“I wouldn't do that,” she said. “I don’t flirt with men!”It took me a minute to realise the meaning behind. Yes, I have been thinking some more about Jeff too. I didn’t realise that he had a flat in town. Very handy that, hey! Close to the shops. I could be out for the afternoon shopping couldn’t I, or maybe I would really be in his flat; in his bed, getting fucked. Maybe it could be a regular fuck, if he’s good that is. I think he would be though. He does have a big one, that I do know. Remember that New Year’s party three years ago? He danced with me a couple of times. The second was a slow one.