I wore a black silk cami top, my low-ride blue jeans, leaving my midriff bare, and sandals. At Mom's suggestion, a gold choker was my only jewelry. My... hair is long, and I wear it down.When the doorbell rang, I yelled, "I'll get it." When I opened the door, Mr. Johnson was there. He was magnificent. His sheer physical impact overwhelmed me, leaving me standing mute as his eyes devoured me, mentally ripping off my clothes and fucking me. My need for him to fuck me was wild and compelling-a need. When your eyes meet his, it is thoroughly impossible to look away. You find yourself lost in his intense blue stare. Sometimes, when he looks at you like this, you almost believe that he is as enamored by you as you are with him. Standing right in front of you, he starts to disrobe, his long fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt, and slides it off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor, unwanted. Breaking away from his eyes, you drag yours to his chest dusted with dark hair, then. Louise was beautiful and erotic and completely drained my balls through an extraordinary blow job. However, she wouldn't allow me to see or touch her cock that night.A few nights later we were at anchor and I told Louie to join me at midnight in the wheelhouse. At the appointed time Louise entered the wheel house, this time wearing a short tight red dress, thigh high red nylons, a g-string, and lots of makeup. She looked like a common street whore who I might have picked up in some cheap. Now I was getting a hard boner and he was also getting harder. He smiled to me, and I smiled back, which means to him I like it and wan to go on.He took my dick in his hands and start rubbing it, meantime I put my knees up so he could finger me. He felt the intention and started to massage my ass. He put some cream on his finger and started to finger me, he heard on my moaning I love it and went deep. I put my hand on his ass, so he could feel that I would like to do the same to him. I took.