--- I'm about tapped out for really engaging "true stories," .... There are a couple really good ones that I simply cannot tell,... no doubt a few that I've overlooked. And then there's the grey area,... "good story-wise" in which this present account resides. It ain't the greatest.
--- Peggy had come down to my boat to give me some sort of message or heads-up,... whatever. It was low tide, and I was doing something in the shallows,... doctoring the hull, etc. Peggy stepped out of her heels and walked down to where I was working,... her feet becoming instantly slimey with low-tide mud. She even held up one sole and kidded me,.... "How do my feet look to you now?"
--- Well,... they looked pretty gross, to tell the truth. (I'm not one of the "dirty-feet" guys) We were going to go onboard and have a drink, so I told Peggy I would have to do something about her muddy feet before she entered MY vessel. There was a hose on the dock,..... and Peggy dutifully knelt on the dock boards,,... her muddy feet hanging off behind her,.... and I turned the hose on her soles and toes. The effect, for Peggy, was bigtime. The fine spray tickled the hell out of her.
--- When I saw how Peggy was reacting,..... she was screaming at the sky, actually,... I got in closer,... directing the fine water-jet in between her muddy toes,... playing with the settings on the hose nozzle,... and Peggy just laughed her ass off, falling over on the pier,...... telling me that I would have to fix her a double-scotch for this.
--- I retrieved Peggy's heels from the beach, and we went down below. Double-scotch for Peggy,... beer for me,.... We sat in a quarter-berth, and Peggy laid her feet across my lap,.. I fondled them. It was a warm day, but her feet were cold from the hosing. I lifted my T-shirt and put her feet against my chest,... and she murmured approvingly.
--- "I like to flirt," she began,... "..and you know about that as well as anyone. "When I'm flirting, I'm in control. But when I get tickled,... the way you love to tickle my feet,.... I lose control. And I love that, too" That was exactly the way she said it.
--- I'm not a complete idiot. Hearing Peggy's words, I boosted one of her feet up over the crew-neck of my T-shirt,.. her toes just peeking out of the warm enclosure of my shirt. I began licking them,.... yes, tongue-in-between-the-toes,..... and Peggy went wild. She had to set her drink down.
--- It was great having a woman's gorgeous foot growing out of the neck of my T-shirt. It was great hearing Peggy's wild Louisiana laughter. We played that game for a couple of minutes,....... and then we grew more serious and retired to the forward V-berth.
---Later, Peggy walked back down the dock barefoot, carrying her heels. "Ed's gonna be in San Francisco for three days next month," she informed me,.... "Maybe we should plan a little cruise."
--- Sex on a boat. Can't beat it.
--- Peggy had come down to my boat to give me some sort of message or heads-up,... whatever. It was low tide, and I was doing something in the shallows,... doctoring the hull, etc. Peggy stepped out of her heels and walked down to where I was working,... her feet becoming instantly slimey with low-tide mud. She even held up one sole and kidded me,.... "How do my feet look to you now?"
--- Well,... they looked pretty gross, to tell the truth. (I'm not one of the "dirty-feet" guys) We were going to go onboard and have a drink, so I told Peggy I would have to do something about her muddy feet before she entered MY vessel. There was a hose on the dock,..... and Peggy dutifully knelt on the dock boards,,... her muddy feet hanging off behind her,.... and I turned the hose on her soles and toes. The effect, for Peggy, was bigtime. The fine spray tickled the hell out of her.
--- When I saw how Peggy was reacting,..... she was screaming at the sky, actually,... I got in closer,... directing the fine water-jet in between her muddy toes,... playing with the settings on the hose nozzle,... and Peggy just laughed her ass off, falling over on the pier,...... telling me that I would have to fix her a double-scotch for this.
--- I retrieved Peggy's heels from the beach, and we went down below. Double-scotch for Peggy,... beer for me,.... We sat in a quarter-berth, and Peggy laid her feet across my lap,.. I fondled them. It was a warm day, but her feet were cold from the hosing. I lifted my T-shirt and put her feet against my chest,... and she murmured approvingly.
--- "I like to flirt," she began,... "..and you know about that as well as anyone. "When I'm flirting, I'm in control. But when I get tickled,... the way you love to tickle my feet,.... I lose control. And I love that, too" That was exactly the way she said it.
--- I'm not a complete idiot. Hearing Peggy's words, I boosted one of her feet up over the crew-neck of my T-shirt,.. her toes just peeking out of the warm enclosure of my shirt. I began licking them,.... yes, tongue-in-between-the-toes,..... and Peggy went wild. She had to set her drink down.
--- It was great having a woman's gorgeous foot growing out of the neck of my T-shirt. It was great hearing Peggy's wild Louisiana laughter. We played that game for a couple of minutes,....... and then we grew more serious and retired to the forward V-berth.
---Later, Peggy walked back down the dock barefoot, carrying her heels. "Ed's gonna be in San Francisco for three days next month," she informed me,.... "Maybe we should plan a little cruise."
--- Sex on a boat. Can't beat it.
. You're only as old as the sole you feel as they say (well, they don't - but they should!)
