Boat Cruise

Back in late 70s Vancouver, I met a woman who I dealt with professionally, in a bar after one of her co-workers who was a teammate of mine in soccer brought her along. Helen was the same age as me, quite petite and attractive with a jaw-dropping ass even if her tits were smaller than I generally preferred. She was ethnically Chinese and as we hit it off that probably turned me on more as Asian-Caucasian couples weren’t at all common at the time. We wound up at her apartment and had a wild, all-night fuck session. In the morning, she complimented me on my performance but told me she didn’t want to get into a relationship as her family was extremely traditional and wouldn’t approve of her going out with a white man. I left it at that, although to be honest I would have been uncomfortable about seeing an Asian woman publicly anyways - it was a different time from now.

A few months later the company that employed Helen sponsored a harbour cruise where services providers to the company were invited. As I boarded the cruise boat I was somewhat excited as I knew Helen was attending. After a few moments the boat departed and I saw Helen near the bow of the boat. She noticed me and excused herself from the people she was talking to and walked over to me. She was wearing a modest summer dress that still managed to show her great ass and legs to advantage, and when she spoke to me my cock instantly went boner. She looked at my crotch and smilingly noticed the effect she’d had on me, and then told me to join her in the below-decks bathroom in a few minutes. She went downstairs and I managed to adjust my throbbing cock so it wasn’t obvious. After a little while I went below and knocked on the bathroom door. Helen let me in and locked the door behind me before we started necking passionately, pressing our crotches hard into each other. On a fairly crowded boat we knew we wouldn’t have much time so got down to business.

Helen hiked her dress and took off her panties, giving me a nice glimpse of her sparsely-haired cunt before she released her dress. I dropped my pants and underwear and my rock-hard cock sprung into freedom, pointing right towards the ceiling. We kissed for a few more seconds and Helen twisted me around so that I was facing the mirror over the sink while she stood half-beside me and half-behind me.

She took my raging erection in her small hand - she couldn’t fully close her fist around my thickness - and started to slowly and oh-so-gently masturbate me. It felt really good and the excitement of doing this on a well-peopled boat increased my excitement. Helen worked some pre-cum out of my cock and the jacking began to feel even better. She would stop occasionally and gently work my balls, building my excitement even more. I closed my eyes and revelled in the pleasure she was giving me, while listening to her whisper about our previous encounter, how she’d come so hard when I ate her out after my first ejaculation of that night, how good it had felt when I slid my finger up her asshole, how she’d loved being on her back taking my hard pounding...

Then the stimulation of my cock stopped and when I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror I could see that Helen had lifted her dress again and was rapidly stroking her clit and cunt lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and she soon orgasmed with some very erotic, discreet gasping. After she recovered a bit, Helen pushed me nearer to the sink and resumed stroking my cock. She wanted to quickly give me my release and jacked me faster, my cock slickly lubricated with my pre-cum. I soon blasted six or seven spurts of hot cum against the wall under the mirror - how I managed to keep my yells of ecstasy within me, I just don’t know. 

Helen washed my cum off her hands in the sink, wiped my cock for me, and cleaned the big cumshot off the wall. We got our clothes back in order and returned to the upper deck by different passages.