The Trouble With Getting Old

I went out on my boat to see the fireworks over the bay with a female friend. By the time the show was over it was dark and there was l8ts of jockeying for access at the marina. We decided to hold back, have a drink and wait for the backlog to ease up. Out there, moonlit night, a drink in our hand I commented on just how wide her ass was. Not one to take compliments lightly she let me know I'd let my gut go. And just to make sure I got the message she questioned whether I still had it, or was I all talk and no action.

The gauntlet tossed, I let her know I could drill out a knot on a fence post. And with that she did what went way beyond my wildest expectations. Without so much of a hint of what was to come she worked her shorts and panties down, got on her knees on the bench and bent over leaning on the gunwale and challenged me to 'drill' her a new one.

Embarrassed that under the circumstance I could not come to attention, she pulled up her pants and got another drink.