I should have gone to my second job that night, but when Annie asked me not to go, I agreed immediately. Well, she not only asked but she’d also put on her new see-through nightie and poured us both out a drink. What’s a man supposed to do?
We were up early the next morning and ready for our new adventure. We decided we’d like to ride our bikes to the marina to collect the third boat and we stopped at Frank’s house to make sure our change of plan was okay.
Nancy came to the door and said that would work out fine as Frank was delayed at the bakery and they wouldn’t be collecting his car until much later. By cycling there, we’d probably get the boat back quicker.
So, off we went on a leisurely three-hour bike ride to the marina. In London, fashion designer Mary Quant had come up with the mini-skirt and Annie’s mum had made her one. Cycling behind her was an erotic affair.
“Any shorter and you’d be showing your bum,” I commented.
Annie giggled. “I know but it feels really sexy.”
“It is, Annie darling,” I panted, “believe me it is.”
On the boat, she had me laughing with her antics. I asked her to cast off and she jumped to it.
“Aye, aye, Cap’n,” she said and knuckled her forehead like the sailors of old.
It took a short while to fuel up and then we were off at a steady four knots. We’d packed sandwiches because it was a long trip home and I didn’t want to stop. After passing through two locks, Annie brought me up a small tray with sandwiches and a coffee on it — and her panties!
We had a long open run then with no traffic in sight, so I asked if she wanted to steer the boat. It was steered from the stern and she stood right in front of me and giggled when I slid my hands up her thighs.
“Help,” she shouted, “help, I’m being groped!”
A couple of cows looked up but carried on grazing, leaving me to abuse my wench. She stopped shouting when my fingers stroked her wet slit.
“I want a nice long shagging when we get home,” she announced and bent forward so I could finger her little bum hole.
“You know,” I said thoughtfully, “now that we’re both going to be earning good money, very good money… “
“Yes?”
“Well, I’m thinking that we could get married.”
“Married?” She looked stunned.
“Yeah, why not?”
“What about your mum and dad? Will they give you permission?” She asked.
“Oh yeah, I don’t reckon they’ll be bothered either way,” I replied.
“My mum reckons you’re the bee’s knees,” said Annie, grinning. “She’ll agree. Yes, let’s do it.”
“Shall we call in on the way home and ask her?”
“Yes, but I know she’ll be pleased,” Annie confirmed.
***
About two hours later, we moored at the marina and used the phone to tell Frank the boat was there.
“Well done, David, very well done indeed. Any problems?” He asked.
“None at all.”
“Excellent, I knew I’d made the right choice. Is your young lady with you?”
“Yes, she loved it, too,” I said.
“Good. Put her on, please, Nancy wants a word with her.”
I finished securing the boat while Annie talked to her and, when I got back, she’d ended the call.
“We’ve got to be at their house by ten in the morning,” She told me.
“Sounds serious,” I said, but she giggled.
“They wanted to know if you’ve ever been to the Norfolk Broads.”
“No, but I’ve heard of them,” I said.
“Well, whatever. He said to have a change of clothes with you. You’ll probably be staying overnight.”
We rode our bikes to Annie’s mum’s house and asked her if we could get married.
”Of course you can my darlings,” she smiled and hugged us both. “I’m really pleased for you.”
Next stop, my parents. I introduced Annie and asked for their permission.
Dad asked if she was pregnant and mum pretty well said, “Do what you like.”
We didn’t stay long!
“They didn’t like me,” Annie said, almost in tears.
“Hey, Annie darling, they don’t much like me, so don’t worry about it. I certainly don’t. I love you and that’s all that matters to me.” I reassured her.
We got home about eight, clutching fish and chips we’d bought on the way. We ate in the kitchen.
“When will be the best time to get married?” Annie asked.
I gave it some thought. “I reckon about next May, a spring wedding.”
“Perfect. All the flowers will be blooming.”
“Yes, it’s a nice time of year.” I agreed.
“We’ll need some practice first.”
“Practice?” I inquired.
“Shagging,” she laughed. “We need loads more practice.”
“Anyone up there?” A voice called, interrupting us.
We looked at each other, having recognised Julie’s shout.
“Julie!” Annie yelled and ran down to unbolt the gate for our friend.
She looked as pretty as ever as she bounded up the steps and kissed me.
“Are you better?” I asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, it was just a twenty-four hour bug. I’m fine now; fine and horny. Anyway, why aren’t you at work, David?”
“Ooh, wait ’til I tell you our news,” Annie said with a grin and proceeded to enlighten Julie.
“Married?” she said in astonishment, “Getting married? Wow!”
“And I want you to be my bridesmaid,” Annie said.
“Does that mean I get to have sex with the bride?”
“Ooh, yes,” Annie laughed.
“And the groom,” I added.
“Ooh, hot and sweaty… sounds like you’ve been up to something,” said Julie. “Anything I would like?”
“Only if you’re into riding a bike.” I laughed,
“I’ll pass on that, thanks.”
Before that night, I never thought about three people fitting into a bath, but they certainly can! I was at the tap end, Julie at the other, with Annie in the middle. Julie insisted on helping us wash, paying particular attention to our lower regions of course.
“David, you should shave as well,” Julie said, adding with a grin, “And I don’t mean your face.”
Annie took up the subject and I had to endure the ‘agony’ of being shaved by two naked sixteen-year-old nymphs while pretending not to enjoy the experience. My cock let me down, of course, particularly when Julie held my balls while Annie shaved them. The traitorous digit stood to attention throughout the whole process.
“I don’t start work until next week, folks,” Julie announced when they’d finished with the shaver. “So you’ve got me for the night if you want.”
Then she squealed as Annie pushed her onto the bed and buried her face between wide open legs. Her pussy looked so inviting that I just had to try out my freshly shaved cock in it. Oddly enough, she seemed to enjoy it too and we went through a whole gamut of sexual games, ending with me completely spent, asleep with a girl on each side and two lovely heads resting on my shoulders.
Sometime in the night, I was aware of a nubile body climbing over me, but I dozed with girlish moans of pleasure in my ears. I presumed it was Julie returning a pussy-licking favour to my intended wife.
We saw Julie off with lots of hugs and kisses in the morning and a promise that she’d call at the weekend.
“She’s lovely isn’t she, Dave?” Annie said as we prepared to bike to Frank’s place, “She woke me up in the night eating me.”
As if I didn’t know!
***
“Right David,” boomed Frank when we arrived, “we’re off to Norfolk, another auction and, hopefully, four more boats.”
“Four, wow!” I exclaimed.
“That’ll do for this year, probably next year, too. I’ll own ten boats and I hope they’ll all be earning for me very soon,” Frank said.
It was almost a repeat performance of the previous visit to the marina near home; well, it was certainly closer than Norfolk. Frank spoke to the auctioneer and then wrote out another cheque, but this one was for a hundred thousand pounds. I was stunned. I knew he had money, but he’d paid out over a quarter of a million pounds in three days. And he still had to get these boats back home, a distance of over three hundred miles.
“Three hundred and seventy one, actually,” he laughed when I mentioned it.
From the boatyard, we went to the offices of a transport company where I listened while he negotiated a price for loading with a crane and four trucks to transport them home.
After arranging for a start at eight the following morning, we booked into a hotel, where we had a steak meal followed by a couple of welcome pints of cider. We had an early night in what was, for me, a luxury hotel. I felt grown up being away from home for work. Before that little trip, I’d never been more than forty miles from home!
After an early breakfast, we were on site before the crane arrived and, by eight o’clock, the four trucks were there, too. The crane operator was a cheerful man, probably in his mid-thirties. I saw Frank slip him something which he put straight into his pocket, and he assured us that the job would be done inside eight hours.
Frank tasked me with bringing each boat to where the crane was raised off it’s wheels on four huge legs like a giant insect. Each truck had a metal cradle fitted on the flat bed and the crane driver made it look easy, getting all four boats loaded and chained down by two o’clock. Our day was finished.
“Well, that was a good day’s work.” Frank grinned. “Let’s find out how the girls have been getting on.”
He laughed at my stunned expression when he lifted a flap in the car. Bloody hell, he even had a car phone!
“We’re in business, David,” he said after he ending the call. “Our dearly beloveds have taken four bookings. You look like being busy over the next few days.”
After checking out and paying the hotel bill, Frank drove us home. We got there by seven-thirty. I was knackered but I marveled at Frank’s energy. He was nearing his fifties but had the stamina and drive of a teenager.
Annie ran out of Frank’s place and greeted me with a big kiss.
”Come on, let’s go,” she said with an embarrassed grin.
Nancy was smiling, too, and shaking her head, but she kissed Annie and fondly ruffled her hair.
“The day after tomorrow, David, I want you at the marina,” Frank said. “Oh, and thank you.”
He handed me two five pound notes.
“Nancy and I went to the marina after you left yesterday,” Annie said on our trip home. “She wanted to clean out the boats before letting them and she found something in the last one.”
“What?” Even as I asked the question, the answer hit me. “Oh, no.”
“Oh yes,” Annie laughed, “she found my knickers.”
Many thanks to Jwren for his work on this
