11 comments/ 47126 views/ 2 favorites Houseboat Log Ch. 01 By: professionalpaul Part 1, The Christening My name is Paul Johnson. I retired from my desk job at 64, took off the extra pounds put on by 10 years of inactivity, and took off for Sarasota in search of a new life. My divorce was final, I still had a sizeable 401(k) after the separation of assets and my kids are educated and out. I wanted a life on the water and close to Spring Training ball parks. Sarasota has great beaches, a mature population, good access to the marinas that surround the Tampa Bay area and a great cultural and casual lifestyle available. Ostensibly I was also looking for a new relationship, as well as new friends and a whole lot of fun. My life changed dramatically when I found a beautiful old houseboat that was mobile enough to cruise from port to port and big enough to provide a very elegant and comfortable place to crash. The paneling was a beautiful cherry finish that gave the houseboat the feel of a presidential yacht. It was big enough that I could move without hitting my 6'2" frame on the overheads and shower without bending over. I settled in, moving in my furniture, collection of music, and library and soon realized I needed to find an interior marine decorator to complete the décor. I called a friend who recommended Susan Ambrose for my finishing touches. He called Susan and she emailed and we set up an appointment for Saturday morning at 9am at the houseboat. During the week, I worked at giving the houseboat a complete once over polishing and scrubbing the boat down. By Friday night I was ready for some company. After a shower, I threw on a polo shirt and a pair of designer jeans, and left to find a small piano bar I had heard about on the beach to enjoy some music and make some new friends. As I slid into a bar stool and rotated to face the piano, I noticed a statuesque redhead, approximately 50 years old, with a group of her friends in the table directly in front of me. She gave me a quick smile as she eyed my long, lanky frame. I had played wide receiver in college and still looked like I could strap the helmet on from all the crunches and pull ups I was doing daily to get back into shape. I also had a few laugh wrinkles and a shock of white hair from which my blue eyes smiled back at her. I have an affinity for redheads if you haven't already guessed. The music was great, the beer was icy cold, and the company was friendly. I was thoroughly enjoying the ambience of the club, when I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was turned to the bartender. It was my friend, the redhead,. I turned and said, "Hi, I hope I didn't offend you staring at you off and on tonight, your smile is captivating!" She laughed and told me I should learn to be more discreet with every woman except herself. She told me she enjoyed my attention and had come to the bar on the pretext that she needed a drink, but actually to see if I was in the mood to talk. I made good eye contact (she had amazing green eyes), and introduced myself, making sure to smile and try not to stare at her luscious curves. She told me her name, Eleanor Levine, and smiled back. I could see the amusement in her eyes, she obviously knew what effect she had on men! Ellie and I exchanged a little history and a few funny stories, gradually relaxing with each other. She was a widow, a victim of a workaholic husband who died at his desk after a childless and lonely marriage. Ellie had the NYC accent of a Jewish girl who married young for position and to please family, then relocated to NY South, the Tampa area. Ellie was educated, and had a great sense of humor, but it was her gorgeous eyes that held my attention. I walked her to her car after the piano shut down and after she unlocked the door, she turned around. I took her hand and brought her close and kissed her goodnight. She kissed me back with the hunger of a woman of passion who wanted to let me know she liked me. We kissed, our excitement building as the tips of our tongues dueled and I sucked lightly on her lips with mine. She pressed into me, and I could feel her hips caressing my cock through the jeans. She was measuring me, knowing that kiss had me hard and straight down my leg. She leaned back, smiled, and casually dropped her hand to my erection, caressing me lightly through the fabric. "Paul, I'm glad I can still raise a man's interest!," she murmured. I was lost looking through those emerald eyes, into her soul, but recovered enough to say, "Ellie, you have made my day, would you like to recommend a nice steak house I could take you for dinner soon?" She mentioned she enjoyed the food at Ruth Criss' and would love to have dinner with me Monday night as she had things planned for the weekend already with her friends. I confirmed the date and gave her one last sensuous kiss before we parted. It was 2am, but I felt like I was walking on a cloud as I found my car and cruised home. The next morning, Saturday, I was still asleep having forgotten my early appointment in the morning with Susan. I heard the bell announcing Susan as I was still lightly sleeping. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T, set the Keurig brewer heating, and opened the door only to see a vision in blonde curls, blue eyes, pink shorts, and a sleeveless white blouse. Tanned and perky, Susan was in her late 50's and had small firm breasts highlighted by hard nipples poking her sports bra into little points with an absolutely gorgeous round, soft ass and shapely legs. Her dazzling smile lit up the salon as she stepped down into the boat. As we wandered to the kitchen, she asked if I was ready to show her the houseboat. I told her if she didn't mind an unmade bed, I would be happy to show her around after I made us both a cup of java. She started to make notes and take pictures of each room, as I described my background and a few ideas I had. I wanted her to draw up a concept/theme or two, and listened to a few of her ideas. As we talked I noticed she didn't have a wedding ring on, but I gleaned that she was married. She told me in a sarcastic tone that her husband enjoyed fishing and his secretary more than spending time with her (what was he thinking??!!!). I could tell she was fishing herself in a friendly way and when she ascertained I wasn't attached, she leaned into me and asked me if I found her attractive. My cock grew exponentially as the distance between us narrowed. I took her in my arms and tossed away her notes, lowering my lips to hers. I have found that when a woman wants to be kissed, don't ask, kiss her. She was wearing a beautiful fragrance, light but very sexy and her lips were full and wet. She molded herself into my body as we lip locked and I let my hands wander from her waist to her ass cheeks, caressing them as I pulled her into me. I made a mental note to approve her ideas and concepts! I picked her up and she wrapped her fit legs around my waist as I carried her into the master stateroom. I laid her gently on the bed, pulled her shoes off, unbuttoned her blouse and shorts and slipped them off. I then slipped off her bra and matching panties, leaving her naked and expectant , staring at me. I slowly slipped off my shorts and T shirt, allowing her anticipation to build. She noted the enormous tent in my Calvin Klein's and as I lowered them she gasped, "You're so big and thick, Paul, oh my!" I wasn't short changed at birth that's for sure. Susan's nipples had hardened and they were an inch long, reflecting the three babies she had nursed and her excitement. I reached out and pulled her nipples lightly, squeezing and applying firm pressure on them. I cupped her pussy with my big hand and let her grind into my hand for a few seconds before I released her and climbed over her to kiss her, then trail my lips down her torso suckling her breasts, then moving down her stomach to her pubic mound. I looked up to see her eyes closed and her mouth open, little gasps and purrs pouring form her continually. She was no stranger to oral sex I could tell as I lightly licked around her lower lips and her anus, flicking her clit too. She growled to me, "Eat me Paul, don't tease me!! She threw her legs over my shoulders hunched her bottom toward me and ground her pussy into my face holding my head with her knees and her hand stroking my hair. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and when! My favorite kind!!. As I sucked her lips and spread them with my fingers, I darted my tongue in short caressing jabs into her delicious holes, feeling her legs tighten and her stomach and hips start to react as her orgasm built gradually to where she was fucking my face hard, grinding into me as I lathed her with my tongue. I inserted two fingers into her , feeling for her g spot and massaging it. Susan's pussy clamped down on my fingers hard as she felt her orgasm quicken and overcome her. As she started to cum, I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and nibbled it while thrashing it quickly with the tip of my tongue. She screamed and gushed, cumming all over my face, shouting out "I'm cumminggg!!!!" As if I couldn't tell, my face was dripping wet. Susan was a squirter, and I loved her for it. I really enjoy making a woman cum and the taste of her sweet nectar is an aphrodisiac to me. I get hard immediately when a woman I'm with orgasms. Susan shook lightly with her efforts and opened her eyes, glazed, almost tearful as she helped pull me up to her lips to taste her essence and kiss me, thanking me for pleasing her so thoroughly. I gently eased into her still pulsing opening, inserting just the head of my engorged cock. She gasped as I kissed her and began to fill her slowly. She implored me to go slow and I did, wanting to impress this hot lovely woman to come back many times to my houseboat. I didn't want to leave her with a painful memory, pleasure is my goal, always. I rocked gently sliding in slowly, letting her adjust to my girth, listening to her body and her heart as I took my own notes as to what works for her. Susan began to adjust and dug her heels into my bottom to hold me in as she stilled me briefly so that we could enjoy the feeling of my being locked inside her. She started to caress my cock with the muscles in her love canal. I let Susan measure me with her movements and enjoy herself until I couldn't help but start to rock out and then back in again. I could feel her cervix as my head brushed it over and over pushing the tip into it each time and hearing her cries of joy as I did. She began to orgasm lightly again, and often, building as I increased the pace and started fucking her deeper into the bed. My frame was like one big piston, working her tight hole. My need began to overcome me, I felt my balls tighten and my cock enlarge as I spurted my hot thick seed into her inflamed pussy. She screamed out as she felt the hot sticky goo coat her insides. I slid out of Susan eventually, rolled off, and we spooned, my cock lying between her thighs up against her ass. Her skin was soft and warm and fragrant still. I was thrilled to have christened my houseboat with the beautiful Susan Ambrose, and broke out a bottle of chilled champagne to toast our new found friendship. Susan asked me casually what I was going to name my houseboat. I had toyed with several names, unsure until now. I told her, I would christen my boat "Wet n Wild!" Susan smiled, knowing I had appropriately named my houseboat after her. Susan rewarded my creativity as she climbed on top and kissed me hard, her tongue diving down into my mouth, begging me to suck it. You have to believe in something, I believe in making a woman happy! Stay tuned for the further adventures of the "Wet n Wild". I would love to hear your comments. This is a first attempt. Houseboat Log Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Ellie After my wonderful evening with Susan, the interior designer (Part 1 of the series), I made a few notes in my ship's log, being sure to include her favorite activities and sensitive spots. If given the chance, I wanted to show her I cared about her in any future encounters with her. I had learned at a young age from an older (mid thirties), exotic beauty in the Far East whom I met during my Navy days that pleasuring a woman with tantric foreplay usually pays huge dividends. After being trained by my Indian goddess, I became a devotee of Tantra, the Eastern practices of sensual foreplay for lovers. My wonderful teacher, Prita, taught me to give to a woman, listening to her sounds, her words, observe her movements, and appeal to her heart to find what pleases her each time you make love. Each experience was unique, bringing a different result as her moods, stress level, chemistry, etc. changed her experience each time, and finding the key to her pleasure became an art to be learned, and enhanced. Tantra is giving to your lover the pleasure that moves her/him to a higher plane of sensuality and sexuality. The real trick with Tantra is to learn to receive, without giving back until it is your turn. That way it enhances your experience with your partner because you aren't concentrating on pleasuring your partner at all, just your own pleasure. If you are interested in finding out more, there are several good websites that explain Tantra. Prita was a submissive beauty, who enjoyed giving herself to her man. She was incapable on her own of receiving pleasure without being bound, and rendered incapable of giving, and she knew it. She taught me what worked for her, and, of course, I was eager to accommodate her as she was the embodiment of Indian beauty and sensuality, a woman with a terrific smile, soft sensuous lips, and luscious curves. Her dark, tawny skin was the softest I have ever felt. At the time, I had never experienced a submissive woman, having grown up in the liberal corridors of the Northeast in the 60's and 70's. I learned to bind her wrists with gentle restraints so that she would reluctantly, but inevitably, give in to her own pleasures without trying to reciprocate immediately. Once she focused on her own sexuality, she could enjoy my gifts to her. Prita showed me the beauty of a woman, as she bloomed under my efforts. She gave me an appreciation of timing, oral sex, g spot massage, and kissing/touching a woman to enhance her experience and let her know how much you care about her. Once the physical melded with emotional attraction, Prita reached the pinnacle of her own pleasure, resulting in a total orgasmic state, often squirting and experiencing multiple orgasms. When she reached that state, she was ripe for the taking, giving herself fully with all the pleasures that entails. I fondly remember our time together for Prita shaped me as a lover and taught me to listen and to communicate. The rewards were well worth the effort on my part. I took the Wet N Wild out for her maiden voyage Monday after my personal overhaul was completed and cruised for the day, testing the engines, the pumps and the electronics. She passed with flying colors and after tying up at the marina, I set out to provision the vessel for cruising. After stocking up, I took a shower and was just relaxing with a brew, thinking about Eleanor Levine, the classy redhead I had met a few nights earlier. We were slated for dinner tonight at Ruth Criss' Steak House. I called Ellie to get directions to her condo, and to confirm we were still on for tonight. She sounded excited on the phone, as I was, to get further acquainted. It's amazing what a beautiful redhead will do to my cock! Just hearing her voice on the phone had me stiff and standing at attention in my loose fitting shorts. I thought about rubbing out a quick one, but decided not to lower my libido at all. I changed into khaki slacks and a black long sleeved shirt, splashed on a touch of light sea breeze cologne, and threw a sport jacket in the car. As I pulled into the condo project, I saw Eleanor walk out of the lobby, she was absolutely magnificent. I was staggered by her beauty. Some women can stop traffic cold. Ellie was one of these women. I managed a weak hello, staring at her with obvious enthusiasm, opened her door for her and got in the car. I caught her scent, together with a terrific smile, leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. I couldn't help myself, she was just so kissable! Eleanor leaned in to me, kissing me back, then broke the kiss and smiled and said, "Hello, Stranger!" We both laughed and it was obvious to us the attraction was mutual. We headed to the restaurant, chatting amicably, the underlying sexual tension building slowly throughout the ride and dinner. We played with each others hands under the table, just light touches, and, sitting next to each other, rubbing shoulders and thighs, and our eyes probing each other's souls. We drove to the beach after dinner and walked the soft sands of Siesta Key under the moonlight, hand in hand. I pulled her to me and kissed her softly, our lips and tongues dancing slowly at first then finding a passionate pace. Eleanor measured my hard erection as she pressed her hips into my groin and massaged my cock with her undulating body. Satisfied with what she found there, she whispered to me, "Paul, take me somewhere we can be together." I led her back to the car and asked her if she would like to plan an overnight on the boat and cruise tomorrow. She was delighted with the idea, so we drove back to her condo, she packed a bag and we made our way back to the Wet n Wild. As we boarded, I mentioned that the houseboat was still a work in progress, but it was comfortable none the less. Ellie seemed excited to be on board and after we stowed her gear, she excused herself to find the head, to freshen up. Of course, if it were me I would have said, "Cum as you are, Ms. Eleanor," but she did saunter out of the bathroom with a nightshirt that fell just to her cheeks holding her fragrant thong in her hand. She brought the thong to where I was sitting and draped it over my face, telling me to enjoy. I inhaled her scent, strong on the already soaked thong, and immediately got hard again. The wonderful part of being mature adults is that we know what we want and when we find it we don't need to dance around it for months. Ellie is a rare beauty at 5'9" tall. She has gorgeous green eyes that you can't help but stare at. Her skin is lightly tanned, enhanced by her striking long red hair that falls to her shoulders. She has long tight legs, and a soft full round ass and hips. With heels on, her legs are to die for. Her tummy has a round swell to it, very sexy, and her breasts are full with, as I soon found out, large pink aureoles and taut, pouty nipples that rise provocatively towards you when she is turned on. Ellie is a tall version of Jill St. John, a woman of incredible beauty and intelligence. She also has an incredibly sweet, tight pussy, with a wisp of red fuzz shaped in a tiny landing strip and an unusually large clit when aroused. Pulling her down into my lap, I kissed Ellie hard, my steel hard cock probing her bare thighs. I had been on edge now for over 5 hours and I wanted dessert now. I got to my feet, lifted her and we danced briefly to the soft music of the Moody Blues, drinking in each other's scent and feel. My hands caressed her legs and cheeks while we kissed sensuously, probing, sucking each other. I lifted her nightshirt up and off, then began kissing Ellie's neck, down her shoulders to her hard nipples, and sank to my knees to lick all the way to her pussy. Ellie sighed and toyed with my hair and head as I nibbled lightly around her labia, taking care not to touch her clit saving that for the finish. She seemed reluctant at first, but my arms held her tight to my face. Could this stunning woman never have experienced oral sex? As I parted her lower lips with my tongue, I widened her legs pulling her lips apart even further, darting my tongue deep into her hole. She groaned, sank to the thick rug, opened her long legs, and threw them over my shoulders. Ellie started to hump my face hard, screaming, "Suck me, Paul, suck my clit, you dirty nasty bastard!" As you can imagine, turning her on just turned me on further, inspiring me to take her hard long nub into my mouth and suck it lightly while I stroked it with the tip of my tongue rapidly. Ellie arched her back, thrust her pussy up and I had to hold it tightly to my face with all my strength as she squirted her cum hard into my face, drenching me with a jet of liquid. She screamed out an unintelligible sound, her eyes staring off into space, unseeing. Ellie was gasping for breath as she settled back down and eased her butt back to the floor. She pulled me up to lick my face like a contented cat would, kissing me over and over. Eleanor said, "Oh, Paul, it's been so long since I have so enjoyed a man kissing my pussy, my ex refused to go down on me, and yet you make it feel so good and right to enjoy." I said, "That's because you can tell I love it as much as you do, Ellie, you taste lovely, your lips are so beautiful engorged as they are." As I said this I was lightly caressing a breast, brushing my fingertips over her nipple. She looked in my eyes and whispered to me, "I know you do, Paul, you love the taste of a woman. I can relax and enjoy the feeling, let go and squirt, knowing you aren't just doing it because you have to, but because you love it." I kissed her, and as I did, I picked her up off the rug and carried her back to the master stateroom. I told her, "Yes, Ellie, and I want to cum inside you, too!" I laid her on my bed, shucked out of my clothes quickly, and snuggled up to her. We kissed, a long slow sensual kiss, a "knowing we were going to fuck each other" kiss. I licked my two middle fingers and slowly entered her vagina, stroking and feeling along the top of her vagina for her g spot. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, slowly masturbating my shaft. I found the pebbly swollen G spot and massaged it while I thumbed around her clit in circles. Ellie gasped and literally jumped in my arms, tightening her grip on my cock. She started to buck again, enjoying the building orgasm, kissing me wildly now, I shifted in the bed and moved my cock to her pussy, pulling my fingers out and lightly slapping her clit with my cock. I ran it up and down her pussy several times, teasing her, then centered it and slowly pushed past her entrance. She shuddered and said,"Slowly, please.... Paul, slow...hold it...stop.....ohhhhhhhh!!!" I waited for her to adjust to my girth. She brought her legs around my back, and pulled me in as she relaxed, and I opened her flower with long steady thrusts, each penetrating further. She was so tight, and smooth, her pussy never having given birth, it was like a teenager's. She met me in rhythm, each of us purring out our pleasure. I felt her orgasm building as was mine. I was having a hard time (no pun intended, lol.) holding back my ejaculation, as I had been on edge so long and her pussy felt so good. She sucked it right out of me. Fortunately, the helmet of my cock was rubbing up against her G spot with each thrust and she was close too. We came together, me first, spewing hot ropes of cum into her and she, feeling my cock expand and explode, fired off too, bucking and clenching me tight. Oh, what a feeling it was to make love with Ellie, a woman as hot as her red hair. After slowly running my softening cock inside her until it popped out of her, I rolled off and held her in my arms, kissing her shoulders and back. She was sighing contentedly. Ellie then rolled to me and looked in my eyes and said, "That felt amazing, Paul, you tuned my body like you would tune a piano. Thank you for making me feel so good again, so feminine, so...passionate." I told her she was the most beautiful and exciting woman I had ever been with and that I was the one to be thanking her. She moved down and took my cock drenched in our juices and licked and cleaned it, looking into my eyes as she did so. I can't tell you how exciting it is to see a beautiful and intelligent woman make love to my cock. She told me she loved the taste of cock and I told her my Johnson loved her efforts. She sucked me over a period of ten minutes and I gradually hardened in her mouth, and, with a strong flex of my hips, jammed my big cock into her throat. Fortunately Ellie has a wide mouth and ample throat. She took it all with a twinkle in her eye, frigging her clit at the same time, enjoying a small orgasm as she brought me off. I, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the experience, knowing this woman was off the charts superb. We fell asleep in each others arms, warm and contented under the covers. This was a woman I wanted to cruise with. The Wet N Wild was now fully provisioned with a mermaid aboard. I couldn't wait to weigh anchor and sail off with her. Tomorrow we would find out more about each other and share laughs and experiences in the beginnings of what could develop into a great love. There is a common thread with sailors, you never know what the next day will bring on the water, and it is full of surprises. Thanks for the nice comments, keep them coming. Houseboat Log Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Cruising with Ellie and a Friend Thanks for the nice comments, I appreciate them very much. Enjoy this next log entry and let me know what you liked. * The next morning, I woke early as was my pattern, rose, showered and shaved, made some hot coffee, my own mix of vanilla roast and regular ground, and gently slid back into bed with Ellie (see part 2). I spooned with Ellie, my hard cock gently caressing her backside. Still lightly sleeping, her skin was soft and warm and still smelled delightful despite our acrobatics the night before. I love the feel of a woman in the morning. I began to lightly kiss her neck and shoulders, my hand caressing her thigh and leg. I was thinking to myself, how lucky I was to meet and bed such a delightful woman. The day ahead promised to be fun and very sensual. I could sense Ellie waking form a light dream, as she moaned softly. I continued to lightly stroke her awake, reaching my long arms around to caress her pussy lightly, running the tips of my fingers over her labia and her soft downy landing strip. She jerked as she became aware that she was in a strange bed and being caressed until she remembered our tryst the night before. She half turned to look me in the eyes and greeted me with a kiss. "I want to freshen up, Paul, brush my teeth and tinkle." I didn't say a word, but turned her to me, captured her nipple in my mouth and sucked and kissed it forcefully. I moved downward and began licking her pussy. She groaned and said, "I might pee on you, Paul, please let me up!" "No way, Baby, I want to taste you now, I want the feel of you now the way you are, all warm and soft and natural." I pulled her legs apart and opened her labia with my fingers, sticking my tongue in deeply and swabbing the insides of her pussy with my big tongue. She tasted real, a slight piss taste that disappeared as her natural juices flowed to me. My cock was so hard I was undulating on the sheets. I pulled up slightly, looked her in the eyes, and thrust two fingers into her hot cauldron, trapping her G spot between my fingers and my thumb up against her clit, I rubbed and massaged her. She immediately started to buck hard, her stomach muscles pushing out, her butt elevating, and her groans turning into words. "Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me you beautiful man, take me, make me cum, please do it!" she wailed. I continued my massage of her insides, even letting my smallest finger lay across her asshole, stroking slowly, just touching. I slithered my tongue in circles around her clit, teasing her, as she bucked to my face hard against my mouth and nose. I sucked her protruding clit into my mouth. It was like a tiny cock, long and hard. I tickled it rapidly with the tip of my tongue and hung on for dear life. Ellie started to curse, begging me to enter her, as she peaked and came violently in my face, squirting her nectar over me, grunting loudly with her release. I only then realized she had my hair in a tight grip in one hand while her other dug deeply into my arm, her nails cutting little marks in my skin. I wanted to fuck her hard now, waiting to give a woman pleasure built my desires to a level that all I wanted to do was fuck her long and hard. I quickly climbed up her body and shoved my cock into her hot wet canal, forcing it into her, my hands pinning her hands above her. I kissed her roughly, my tongue driving to hers, sucking her tongue into my mouth. My eyes penetrated hers just as my cock drove into her over and over, with slow withdrawal after each thrust. I knew she could feel my soul to the depths of hers as I controlled the pace. She gave herself to me completely, as I took her. She whimpered and groaned in reaction to each thrust, letting me know she had surrendered and was enjoying being thoroughly fucked into submission. Her orgasm built ahead of mine, and he shook and tightened around my shaft. I let go of her hands and cupped an ass cheek in each and pulled her even tighter as I plunged my hard cock into her over and over. I released jet after jet of cum into her as we peaked. She and I both screamed out our pleasure as we rode the wave of orgasm together. I released her and slipped out, trailing my cum over her thighs. She was lightly sobbing, coming down for a high. I waited until her breathing slowed, then patted her on the ass and said, "OK, Ellie, go freshen up then!!!" She laughed and sprinted for the bathroom. I got out of bed and poured us both a cup of java, and returned just as she hopped back into bed, with that freshly fucked look on her face. She looked at me with a big smile and said, "That was the best wake u I've ever experienced." I said, "We could do this every day, if it doesn't kill us both at our age," Then again, what a way to go! "You do like the taste of a woman, don't you, Paul!" "Yes, I do, it turns me on, as does controlling your orgasms." She knew my fetish, my weakness, was the taste of a woman. We made plans to cruise after we dressed in our bathing suits and I mentioned I enjoyed stopping at marinas along the coast, exploring the different cities/towns that dot the coast all the way down to the Keys. I told her that today we would head out for a few hours and then cruise back, as I wanted to test the Wet n Wild out again, and enjoy a day on the water with my new found woman. Ellie wasn't prepared for a long trip, but we were both excited as we cast off the ropes and bumpers and headed out into the Bay. Cruising speed was 5 knots at best, but the water was calm and the sun shining, so we chatted and lounged as the boat cut through the waters. I showed Ellie how to man the wheel and went below decks and fixed a large plate of scribbled eggs, cheese and ham added in. With orange juice, preserves, toast, and coffee, I climbed the ladder to the bridge with a tray of food. We chowed down in the fresh morning air, enjoying being on the water, hearing the birds call, and watching the boat traffic. I admired this woman; she was a classic beauty, with the brains to match. She made me feel good about being with her. Her genuine nature was refreshing; we immediately fell into a friendship that matched our lust for each other. It is rare you find a woman that you are attracted to whose personality matches your own. We traded jokes, experiences, desires, travel wishes, favorite foods and wines, favorite ball teams and music. As we sailed on, a silence developed, as we both grew relaxed and didn't feel the need to talk at some point. I enjoy the silence, listening to the sounds of the boat slapping through the water. Houseboats rarely cut through the water silently, ha, ha. Ellie napped lightly as I maneuvered the houseboat through the Bay. We were both sated by the food and the energetic sexual effort over the last ten hours. We cruised in a big circle, turning to the east just as the sun was setting in the west. We kissed and held onto each other as we watched the tiny orange circle drop off the horizon filling the sky with beautiful color schemes. I turned on the running lights and set the autopilot for home port and returned to Ellie's arms. I threw a lounge chair cushion on the deck, untied her bikini bottom, and lowered her to all fours headed toward the sunset. She had the hottest little ass, perfectly rounded on those long slim legs, with the cutest gash underneath to put my cock into. I dropped my suit and got in behind her, wet my cock, and slowly fed it into her as the sun dropped. I slowly fucked her slapping her ass off and on to enhance the experience for both of us. My big hard piece rubbed into her g spot and up until it hit her cervix, I rested it and rubbed it along her until withdrawing slowly, then feeding it back in to repeat the process. She started to buck back into me forcing it deeper and deeper, moaning softly with each thrust into her. I licked my finger and touched her bum, inserting the tip into her ass. I played with it as I fucked her, matching my finger thrusts with my cock lunges. She was starting to scream at me again, I love a woman crying for more!! As she drew near to orgasm, I pushed my finger in deeper into her chute, impaling her. She sunk to the deck, her face now in the cushion, submitting to my marauding cock and finger. I continued and pushed forward, mashing down into her. I whispered into her ear that I was going to have her ass soon, after I captured her soul. She came hard with that knowledge, pushing over the edge of orgasm and wailing her intense delights. This was a romantic wail, the sun setting, the air whistling by, the darkness enveloping us slowly. I emptied my cock first into her pussy, then withdrew and spewed on her back and ass crack, the warm rivers of cum dripping down her torso. She shuddered and curled up in a fetal ball and I wrapped my self around her warming her from the suddenly cool breeze. I ran down the ladder, grabbed a light blanket from the closet and brought it back on deck and wrapped her up for the return voyage, tying up at the marina a few hours later. I showered with her, washed her all over, played with her, and loved her kissing her deeply, until we were thoroughly clean. I drove her back to her condo and we parted with a kiss, a telling kiss with emotions lingering on the taste and feel of our lips. I told her I would call her in a few days, and we could make plans to be together again. She smiled and said, "I would like that, Paul, I don't want this to be a casual tryst." I assured her it was never a thought for me. "You are my fantasy and my reality, Ellie," I said, staring deeply into her soulful eyes. "You have a standing reservation on the Wet n Wild as long as I am the captain." I drove back to the boat, smiling, knowing my life had finally taken a turn for the better. Before I turned in, I opened my ship's log and wrote up my notes about Ellie. She was on my mind the next morning. I was missing her early morning taste. Ellie's scent was still in the master stateroom as I stripped the sheets and washed them and the towels. I hated to purge that scent as it was a great reminder of Ellie's charms. In the next houseboat log entry of the Wet n Wild, Ellie surprises me, telling her roommate about us, and I inadvertently develop a reputation for romantic sea adventures among their social circle. Houseboat Log Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Bridge Club Cums Aboard As you know from the earlier chapters, I had recently met two lovely mature women Ellie and Susan, and enjoyed exploring their inner selves on my houseboat on the Gulf Coast of Florida. My name is Paul Johnson. I am the Captain and owner of the aptly christened Wet N Wild, a luxury houseboat docked in a marina on the vast Tampa Bay. Relaxing on the boat after a morning of woodworking, and quaffing a cold one around 1 PM Friday afternoon, I got a call from Eleanor, the tall, sensual redhead who lives on Siesta Key. Ellie asked me to drop by later that afternoon for an impromptu cocktail party with a few of her close friends that she wanted me to meet. After a brief nap to recharge, I showered, shaved, dressed, and headed for her condominium complex. Ringing the door bell, I was greeted with a hug and kiss by my hostess, Ellie. She lightly ground her pelvis into mine to let me know she was looking forward to some sexy flirting during the evening. As I entered her tastefully appointed apartment overlooking the Gulf, I was surprised to see three other very attractive women in their 50's to 60's looking to me expectantly with smiles on their faces. Ellie introduced me to Barbara, a cute pixie of a blonde with an hour glass figure, then Donna, a platinum blonde with a deep tan and a huge bust flowing from her low cut tank top, and last, but not least Birchenal, an exotic dark haired beauty, tall, slender, with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Paul, this is my bridge club" Ellie explained. "We play every Friday afternoon for a few hours, have a drink or two and snacks, then head to the club where you met me a few weeks ago to drink and socialize. I casually mentioned that we had gone out together to the girls and they asked to meet you." Burchenal laughed, "Ellie, you were more than casual in describing Paul to us! Ha, Ha. Paul, she described you as tall, handsome, funny, and an oral fiend as well as having a great cock!" I blushed crimson at Birchenal's crude, but exciting description. While I enjoy a quiet confidence about my abilities in amour, I don't kiss and tell, nor do I brag. I looked over to Ellie and could see she was blushing too, with a tell tale smile lighting up her face. Ellie said, "The girls and I are great friends and confide in each other, I hope that doesn't bother you, Paul. We are all divorced, horny, intelligent women who would love to find better relationships than we have had in the past. I was lucky to meet you and wanted to share my luck with the other girls." My mouth hung open on those words. Was Ellie inviting the other three to join in the fun? I added to her description of her friends, "And you are all incredibly beautiful as well!" Birchenal glided sensually to me, threw her long arms around my neck, looked into my eyes and said to me no more than three inches from my lips, "We all appreciate a man of your talents and discretion, Paul." Then she kissed me with her full lips, opening them to let her tongue dance with mine. My cock immediately tented my slacks and pushed into her cargo shorts. I knew she could feel my arousal. This was such a surprise to me, expecting a casual cocktail party not realizing the party was to be my cock and their tails. I looked over to Ellie to get her approval. Ellie's eyes were sparkling with lust and humor as she saw my predicament. She gave me a little nod assenting to me and the bridge club to proceed. I put my arms around Birchenal, pulling her into me tighter so she could measure me with her groin. Donna and Barbara, not to be outdone, both took turns giving me a lusty kiss and hug too, each giving my cock a sensual grope as I fitted their ass cheeks to my big hands. I walked over to Ellie, pushed her down on her couch and told her I owed her one for introducing and sharing me with these other three MILF's. I knelt between her knees and whispered, "shall we show the girls what they have to look forward to?" This gave her the option to decline until we were in a more private setting, but I wanted to find out if she got off on being watched by her friends. Birchenal called out to Ellie to go with the flow. I unbuttoned her cargo shorts, pulled them down her long legs and started kissing up her soft thighs. Ellie sank back into the couch, lifting her ass to let me take her shorts off her. I then kissed her stomach and her pubic area, I pulled her thong aside and licked her labia slowly, and eliciting groans from Ellie and her friends. They were encouraging us, calling out to me to eat her juicy pussy and for her to cum all over my face. As I inserted two fingers into her love canal slowly, she started to buck and thrash with each stroke of my fingers. Ellie moaned to me to go deeper and harder, and I did. I fastened my lips on her clit and tweaked it with my tongue fast as I sucked it into my mouth. She thrashed until she came loudly. Ellie pulled her shorts up and brought me a tall cold brew and explained that the ladies all wanted to take a turn with me on the Wet n Wild at my convenience, but that she wished we could continue to get to know each other as she was very interested in making our relationship grow deeper and more rewarding for both of us. Well, who was I to deny this lovely long limbed redhead with gorgeous green eyes!! If you haven't read the earlier parts, Ellie is an elegant Jewish divorcee' from New York gorgeous long legs, an ample 36D -26-35 figure, pale soft skin, and a sensual look to her that belies a smoldering sexual goddess. We enjoyed the sunset as a group, drinking and laughing at my earlier discomfort with not understanding the situation. We headed to the piano bar where Ellie and I met the first time and enjoyed the music and a slow dance or two with each of these incredible women, I was the envy of the male lounge lizards that night. Two of the girls decided to hook up with guys they met that night. Ellie and Birchenal and I headed back to the Wet N Wild for a nightcap and to see what kind of naughty we could conjure up together. We settled on board and I put some mood music on, this time settling for an old Isaac Hayes album that we danced to the girls sandwiching me to the sensual lyrics and beat of "Shaft". The irony of this music was not lost on us. Since Ellie had already sampled my oral skills at her place, Birchenal decided it was her turn. She slid out of her shorts as she was dancing and threw her top over her head. Dressed now only in her panties and bra, she backed into me grinding her ass into my cock as we danced. I reached around in front of her and unlatched her bra, removing it, then slid her thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, then turned to me and whispered into my ear, "Lick me, Paul, do me, I am so hot for your tongue!" I pushed Birchenal back into a leather overstuffed chair and lifted her legs onto my shoulder sliding her ass to the edge and lifting her moist pussy to my face. As I got into tonguing her slit, Ellie, now sans clothes herself, and not to be left out, climbed onto the chair and, using the overstuffed arms of the chair balanced above Birchenal's face. She lowered herself onto her lips and yelped as Birchenal started to dart her tongue up into her hot pussy like a small cock piercing her wet vagina. I let my tongue slide slowly over her clit, sucking lightly, tweaking it with the tip of my tongue, as my fingers found her g spot. I could tell this woman was close, she was humping my face with short sharp pelvic thrusts that threatened to punish my face. Her dense pubic thatch of hair matched the color of her long brown tresses. Her pussy was hot and flowing just like I like it. I savored her taste, feeling her start to tense her stomach and leg muscles and close in her thighs around my ears. Birchenal screamed out her pleasure as she came,. "Ohhhhh, suck it hard dammit, I'm cummmmminnnnggggg." She shot her nectar into my mouth, overwhelming me with a strong hard piss like surge. It wasn't piss, but it flowed like it, down my face and all over my chest. At the same time she lost contact with Ellie as she thrashed wildly underneath her. Ellie thrust her ass back at me as I stood up and I quickly inserted my rock hard cock into her hot pussy. "Oh Goddddddddddd," she screamed as I bottomed out quickly in her hot canal. I was over the top at this point, just fucking into this woman from behind in a fast hard pace, just wanting to unload in her. I grasped her hips in my big hands, held her steady and fucked her hard. As Birchenal woke from her orgasmic stupor she reached up and fondled my balls as we rocked above her. She stuck a finger in my ass and that was all it took to send my rockets shooting into Ellie. I cum buckets, and as Ellie started to howl in her own orgasm, the cum spewed out of her hot pussy and dripped all over Birchenal's face. I drove slowly back and forth in Ellie until my cock got too sensitive, pulled out and backed off the chair to survey what I had wrought with these two fabulous women. Birchenal was smiling up at me, cum glistening from her cheeks and breasts. Ellie was rocking back and forth still savoring her last orgasm, sweat glistening from her whole body and cum still streaking down her thighs. I cleaned up and relieved myself in the bathroom and when I returned I looked over at the two women. They were lightly touching, moving inevitably into a sixty nine embrace, casually licking and sucking each other to delightful climaxes. They happily looked over at me after relaxing and I winked my enjoyment in watching as they kissed and fondled each other after their orgasms. The two women were in a state, the sudden sexual tryst affecting both of them in different ways. I thought it appropriate to invite them to come aboard the Wet n Wild individually or in groups in the future to enjoy the ambience of an erotic day or two on the Gulf. I smiled as I returned and we had a very nice glass of cognac and talked about the opportunities ahead. As Birchenal left I made sure to give her individual attention with my hands and a long lingering kiss after walking her to her car. I felt good about staying with Ellie for the night, believing in coming home with the girl you bring to the dance! Even though it was only our third time together, we were settling into a good relationship, both sensually and spiritually. I felt like we would always be great friends, and hopefully more someday. I enjoyed a nice slow one on one with Ellie, getting into her again after a few hours rest. This time I took more time licking her ass, probing it with my finger and popping the head of my cock into her nether region with the aid of some lubricant.. She was tight and I worked it so that she had little discomfort before pulling out. My thought was to prepare her a little at a time, so that she anticipates more the next time. I don't believe in butt plugs when a little tender loving applied to a woman's ass is so much more pleasurable. She enjoyed everything we did, and it fired her passions as well. We slept well after I deposited a load in her tight bubble butt. . I wrapped her in my arms and we spooned to sleep. She felt my warm cock against her ass all night. The next morning Ellie and I woke together and cuddled. I slipped my cock in her very hot moist pussy, and slow fucked her to a great morning orgasm, rubbing her ass the whole time. She liked me kissing her neck and shoulders from behind, kneading her nipples while I sawed in and out of her sweet pussy. I could feel her body shake and squeeze my cock as she came. I continued to hold her and kiss her until we both decided it was time to get up and get going. I left her with a kiss and a promise to call her soon. When I got back to the boat, I showered, shaved and changed. After a great turkey and avocado wrap, I started to check my email and drink a cup of coffee. On my email was a note from Susan, my interior decorator, outlining her plan and the costs to implement them. She had a good eye and listened well to my requirements, so I emailed her back to go ahead with her ideas. Susan offered to take me to a great jazz club that night and seal the deal. This was an offer I couldn't refuse. She had in mind me sealing her deal with my cock I was certain. We danced and flirted with each other all night, our passions arising slowly, steadily until I whispered in her ear that I was either going to fuck her silly in the bathroom or back at the Wet n Wild, so take her pick. Susan knew what she wanted and told me to grab the check while she freshened her lipstick. I drove us to the dock and we walked out onto the deck, hand in hand. She turned to me and said, "It's a perfect night, Paul, why don't we do make love up here on a few cushions." To seal the deal, she dropped a cushion to the deck from a deck lounger, knelt and proceeded to unzip my trousers and sucked my cock out of them and into her pretty mouth. Susan was a go getter type, a woman to be appreciated. She had me in her control and she knew it once she got my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked and played with her tiny hands. She brought me to the brink several times, backing off when she felt my cock swell. We established a gentle rocking motion that matched the tiny roll of the boat. The breeze was cool, the moon bright, the sounds of the sea were all around us. Having cum once this morning, I wasn't having any trouble maintaining a good steady rhythm without cumming too quickly. She seemed to have a passion for a good long suck session, maybe even a cock slut. I feel like I can truly appreciate a woman of taste like that! I found my rhythm and felt the cum rise in my balls and pulled out and sprayed her face and her cute breasts forcefully. I could see by the look in Susan's eye and her licking the cum off her breasts and cheeks that she was a cum slut and I found out later upon inquiry that she was! What a treat I had lucked into. I truly appreciate a woman who enjoys oral sex, giving and receiving as much as I do. She was so close to orgasm herself, that a few sucks on her clit was all it took to have her hips bucking into me wildly, pussy juices squirting everywhere. I thought to myself, "Self, you have found heaven on earth." Susan lay back panting, and told me she wanted to be my cum queen. She promised to save her pussy for me if I would give her a cum bath when she needed it. I told her that sounded good as I didn't want her playing the field and me worrying about her health and by linkage to my health. I told her I would limit myself to a few women whom I knew were safe, older mature women like her. We both wanted a no strings relationship with each other, but wanted to enjoy the sex whenever we had the opportunity. Sound complicated? Well I was willing to work on refining the agreement, lol. Houseboat Log Ch. 05 Reading the earlier chapters will give you perspective on the progression here, although you can read this as a stand alone piece. After the last few nights (and days!!), I needed recharging. I piloted the Wet n Wild across the bay to a marina where I knew the dock master, Bobby. Bobby helped me tie down and we shared a beer and caught up. I mentioned that the ladies of the area had been kind to me and he laughed and told me, "If you can still drive at night and dance, you are like a Justin Bieber down here. If you can get it up and love to eat pussy, well, there's no end to the trim you will enjoy." Bobby and I had been fellow Navy officers in the 70's and had shared adventures in foreign ports many a night. Bobby went back to work as the boats were heading in at that point from a long day on the water. We promised to meet up after dark for a continuation of our chat and a drink at a local watering hole with which he was familiar. I showered, shaved and dressed casual knowing the type of guy Bobby was and joined him at a "parrot head" themed dive/bistro that had good music and plenty of good looking mature margaritas waiting to dance. We had a couple of Caribe burgers and a few brewski's and laughed hard about all the dumb mistakes we had made as young sailors both on the ship and off. As I was heading to the men's room, I bumped into a woman coming my way who was smaller than I am usually attracted to, but who had the curves of a sinner and the smile of an angel. She smiled at me as I towered over her and excused myself. "Sorry, ma'am, I didn't see you coming," I said with a smile splitting my face. She looked up at me with a terrific smile and retorted, "I wasn't cumming, but the night is still young!" Well, I almost fell over with laughter. She was a hoot! Once I recovered from her hilarity, I introduced myself and learned her name, Samantha, or Sam for short. She asked me back to her table and I told her my buddy was here as well and she told me to drag him over too. Sam was with another interesting woman, taller and dark complexion, probably Hispanic, by the name of Joanne. We chatted and laughed and danced all night to the hot Caribbean lyrics and decided to party for another drink at the Wet n Wild . When we all piled into the main lounge of my suite, Sam insisted on a tour of the boat and we headed back to my stateroom while Jo and Bobby relaxed in the lounge, dancing a very sensual slow dance as we left them behind. I don't think they noticed we were gone! I turned to find Sam up against my ass in my room. She leaped up and locked her arms around my neck and started kissing me passionately, tongue to tongue, grinding her lush body into mine. My cock started to snake down my pants leg, begging for release. Sam could feel it extending down full and hard against her. She dropped off me and ran her hand down my tube, and gasped. "Lord, Paul, what is that pipe in your pants, baby??!!" "It's my welcoming card to you, pretty woman," I retorted with a smile. I palmed her jutting breasts and squeezed hard, feeling I knew what this hottie wanted. Sam gasped and smiled. "Pull off my top, Paul, I need to feel your big hands all over me before I take on that huge cock of yours." I said, "I'll do more than just touch you, Sam, you deserve a full body licking!" She laughed as I pulled her tank top over her head, pushed her back onto the huge bed and helped her shimmy out of her tight jeans and thong. She was a beautiful small lush doll, still tight despite being over 50 something in age. I told her to take my shorts off and play with my cock, letting her know what I wanted. She sat up and slowly unzipped and let my shorts fall. She pressed her hand around my still clothed cock and ran it north to south. I knew she wanted to mouth it, and I didn't discourage her after she slowly lowered my skivvies. My cock bounced against her cheeks but finally found her mouth. She could barely get her lips around the head of my cock. Her tiny hands both stroked my rod as she tried to gain leverage on my towering pistol. She licked all over my cock and mouthed each of my balls in turn. She was quiet except for little gasps for air and a few "oh my" squeals. I pushed her back eventually and begin my ministrations, licking her toes and feet slowly, moving inch by inch up to her cute little pussy. Her landing strip was tastefully trimmed. I stroked my fingers through her hair and up to her almost flat stomach swell, gently teasing her. My tongue sucked each of her labia lips slowly, darting occasionally into her snatch for a taste of her juices. I had her writhing and humping my face, crying out. "Eat me, baby, oh yessssss, fuck my pussy with your big tongue, Paul, eat, unghhhhhhhhhhh...yesssssssssssssss, ohhhhhh I'm cumming, watch out I am going to juice your face, Paul!" Sam's legs grasped my head and pulled me tight as her body went rigid and she bucked my face so hard I thought she would break my nose. She came like a faucet dousing me in her love juice. I swallowed as much as I could and lapped the rest out of her pussy and off her legs and butt, with nice slow short licks like a cat. She growled and started humping me again, grinding her pussy into my face, enjoying the orgasms as they came like a machine gun over and over again. The word multi-orgasmic seemed inadequate with respect to Sam! After a time, I let her wind down and catch her breath. She finally released my head and hair and I kissed her letting her taste her juices on my face. I could tell she loved that. We cuddled for a few minutes with her in my arms draped over my torso. Sam eventually looked in my eyes and started kissing my eyelids and my face, running her tongue all around my lips. I could tell she wanted to partake of other pleasures. I lifted her up in my arms and settled her pussy lips at the tip of my cock and just eased her down enough that she had the knob nestled halfway into her. She shuddered and started to writhe on my cock pushing down taking it a little at a time and screaming how much she loved a big cock. "Oh, baby, you are soooo big, give it to me slowly, don't stop, steady baby steady, let me adjust, more, a little more, that's it ohhhhhhh, give me more". I couldn't believe this little minx could take my big pole, but she eventually did after about 10 minutes of slow progress. She finally took it all and screamed for me to stop. I whispered, "Sam, you are so tight, it feels so good, are you ok? "Yes, baby, I just need to adjust for a few minutes and remember this feeling, Paul. I have never had a truly big cock in me before. I feel so full, so stretched, so good." My cock was up against her cervix, forcing it to open, a snake probing deeper. My hands held her ass cheeks, and I lightly slapped them, an earthy guttural moan emanating from my beautiful lover. She tried to rise and I helped lift her off my cock, then back down again, slowly until after a time we built a faster pace. She was cumming continually now, her eyes rolled back, and drooling as my lips found her ripe nipples and bit them lightly distending them. I wanted her to feel her nipples in her pussy as well as my cock. Her head was tossing about, her blonde hair whipping my face. I could feel my cannon about to discharge when she tightened her pussy muscles around my expanding cock and literally pulled my load up into her pussy. I couldn't control myself, usually having good staying power at my age. Sam overcame all that and had me firing into her rapidly, shouting her name over and over as my ass clenched and I jammed my cock into her with each spurt. Her eyes opened and she smiled and kissed me just as I erupted. I don't know about you but there is nothing more exciting to me than blowing my load into a woman that is kissing me hard at the same time. WOW!!!! I can't remember a better fuck in my life. This tiny dancer was the ultimate sex machine for me. She slowly extricated herself and lay back down beside me with a leg and an arm on me. We fell asleep in that position and slept the better part of eight hours. When I woke in the morning, Sam was looking into my eyes with a smile on her face that said it all. "First impression, you are "just right"", she quipped. I laughed and said, "I second that emotion!" I got up, went to the bathroom, got the shower going after starting a pot of coffee, and let her know the water was warm. We washed each other thoroughly, each marveling at the contrasting sizes. Sam was 5'0" tops and I was 6'2" tall. She might have weighed 110 lbs., I was easily 225 lbs. I picked her up and slid slowly into her pussy from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders as I did. We had a nice slow, wet fuck, and cleaned up once again. I threw her a robe and we both sauntered out to the kitchen to find the coffee and something to eat. Amazing what good sex on the water will do to an appetite! We didn't see either Joanne or Bobby when we looked around. We would have to catch up with them later to get details. Sam and I spent the day on the bay enjoying the sun and learning more about each other. I realized that she had an incredible sense of humor and yet was very down to earth and interesting to talk to. I also learned she really enjoyed me taking control last night and told me she would encourage me to push the envelope further in that vein. I told her I enjoyed both roles, dominant and submissive to an extent. I have always enjoyed pleasing a woman, and taking what I want too. When I pulled back into the marina, we said our goodbyes, exchanged cell numbers, and promised to follow up our tryst soon as we both thoroughly enjoyed each other's company as well as our sexual proclivities. I saw Bobby at the dock waiting for my lines and as I tied up Sam hopped off, gave him a little kiss as she passed him, and waved back to me. I waved and joined Bobby on the dock after tying down and we walked back to the dock master's office to chat about our adventures last night. I don't kiss and tell, but they had heard enough to know Sam and I had hit it off in bed too. I apologized for leaving him stranded with Jo, but he smiled and let me know it was the RIGHT thing to do! 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