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A Superior Ride

... Bayfield under power!” Mike wasn’t happy. This was about to get ugly. I’ve known Jenn for nearly twenty years and I know that look. “Look, there is another boat,” I screamed. Mike ran into the cabin and came out with a flare gun and fired. He fired a second time and the boat changed direction. In minutes, the small powerboat was alongside us. “You need help?” the most handsome man I had ever seen called out. He was in his twenties and wearing just a pair of swim trunks. “Do you have any diesel to spare?” Mike yelled back. “Sorry man, my boat uses gasoline,” he explained. “But I can run in and get you some up in Bayfield. We are about an hour out from here in my boat. I could be back in less then three hours.” I looked at the storm brewing, Hurricane Jennifer was about to hit Captain Mike. “I’ll go with you my good Samaritan, if that’s alright,” I offered. “I’ll get my purse to pay for the fuel and my cell to find out exactly where they are when we head back.” “That’s a great idea. I don’t have a radio in my boat and I left my cell in my pants back in my truck,” the handsome Samaritan remembered. I jumped over to his boat, we waved good-bye, and shot away. I looked over at this man with the long sandy blond hair blowing in the wind, blue eyes, and the sculptured physique of Michelangelo’s David. I was thinking his package was probably greater than the modest appendage the master gave David when the Samaritan spoke, “My name is Lars, by-the-way.” “Of course it is,” I thought. ...

... “Oh I’m sorry, my name is Amy, Amy Prescott,” I shouted over the roar of the outboard. “Pleased to meet you Amy, I am Lars Erickson. I am from Minneapolis where I teach during the school year. During the summers, I help my family up here in their commercial fishing business,” Lars stated. I noticed him staring at my breasts. I looked down and saw my nipples were erect and the wind was blowing through my tank top. He was getting quick glimpses of my tits from where he was sitting next to me. I was glad I wasn’t wearing a bra. “I live in Minneapolis too, Lars. I am just up visiting my friends from the sailboat.” I added, “Thanks for getting me out of there, I think there was about to be a big fight about running out of gas.” “And here, I thought you just wanted to spend some alone time with me,” Lars smiled. Even though we were sitting down, I could see I was right about his package - much bigger than David’s. “Maybe that is true too, Lars,” I said as I slid my hand over his cock. “Really?” he grinned as his blue eyes flashed. “Really,” I said as I started to rub his penis through his swim suit. He quickly brought the boat off plane and turned the engine off. He turned to me and said, “Amy, we have just met. Are you sure about this?” “Oh just shut up Lars,” I said as I moved closer. “I knew this is what I wanted when I first saw you.” “God Amy, I felt the same way the first time...” I smothered his last words by pressing our lips together. He tasted wonderful, as our tongues ...