Last weekend was so beautiful I have to share the tawdry details. Saturday afternoon began with plans to meet up with two friends from High school who we will call Tramp and Snowflake. The three of us spent the afternoon playing phone tag trying to coordinate meeting up to head over to one of the fests going on this weekend. Snowflake planned on taking the train in and Tramp and I agreed to pick him up when he got in to start the night’s adventure.
Tramp swung by my place to pick me up but, got a call from his roomie that she needed a ride home from work so, on our way to meet Snowflake, we picked up Gypsy to give her a ride. Once back at Gypsy and Tramp’s place, I shaved the sides of Tramp’s head to clean up his Mohawk while Gypsy changed out of work clothes. We hadn’t heard from Snowflake so, we decided to head over to Gypsy’s friend Tink’s place. On the way we all agreed that Snowflake was being his usual self and we didn't expect him to actually join us. As the night would unravel his choice would inevitably be a poor one.
Once we got to Tink’s place we all smoked a little and casually discussed the options for the night’s endeavors while listening to music. The options we came up with were either a dyke march after party on the south side, or a casual get together on a sailboat a short ride north. Both Gypsy and Tink put the finishing touches on their appearance and I spent some quality time talking with Tramp and doodling. We finally decided that the sailboat group held more promise for an interesting night. We were not mistaken.
We all piled into Gypsy’s car and made our way over to Montrose Harbor. On our way we grabbed a few libations to lubricate the social gears as they turned. We arrived at the dock shortly after 10 p.m. The ship’s captain, Noah, introduced us to his friends who were a happenstance group of characters. First there was: a young man from way out in the cornfields who made a living as a small town mechanic; an attractive aspiring musician, Burn, who moonlights as a chef; and finally a thirty something gent who works as a professional golf coach. All of them had been drinking for quite some time before we arrived.
We spent some time chatting and felt very comfortable in the atmosphere. At one point I overheard a conversation between Burn and Tink involving penguins but it quickly faded. Everything that proceeded to happen is a strange blur of memory. I know the finer points but it is difficult to give importance to any of them in the shadow of the events that transpired following. We all kept talking in disparate groupings around the boat. The tension brought on by a small group of attractive young people built to a moment of climactic proportion. I had been exchanging glances with Burn and maneuvered next to him. Earlier in the night there had been a few solid suggestive looks exchanged between myself, Tink and Gypsy.
It was barely a few moments after I turned to kiss Burn before Tink and Gypsy joined in on the fun. Suddenly, I found myself the center of attention. I completely dissolved into the pleasure. First Gypsy slid her fingers inside of me while I kissed Tink’s soft lips. Burn reached over to lower my tube top and caress my breasts. Gypsy momentarily fought with the constraint of the shorts I was wearing until one of the on lookers suggested I remove them. I followed suit and dove back into the onslaught of ecstasy. I couldn't tell you whose hands were where or who I was kissing. I dissolved from myself. I couldn't tell you who was at the helm when I finally came. I just submitted the overwhelming experience of the orgasm that burst from me.
Soaked in sweat and my own cum I slowly surfaced back to the reality of life. I separated from Tink and Burn to find that Gypsy and Tramp were moving towards an exit to the evening. We gathered our things and traveled the short distance to our car. A short dispute over who was sober enough to drive was shortly resolved and the night came to a pleasant close, each of us parting.
I spent the next morning with a happy grin reflecting on the events as they lingered in my memory. The strangest part of it all was, while searching for a functional lighter the next morning, I found small plastic penguin figurine. I’m still a tad confused. I have my suspicions but can’t be sure until I touch base with all involved parties. It was a good night. Eventful and interesting. Any thoughts?
