Fireworks on the Fourth

It was another hot day on the Eastern seaboard. Temperatures in many
of the smaller towns were in the high 90's but in Boston it was close to 100
degrees by noon. It was in this heat and the accompanying humidity that I
made my way down to the dock on the river. Making my way through groups
of people already gathering for the fireworks that evening I was amazed by
the excitement already building. A sort of Mardi Gras atmosphere was
everywhere from the numerous street vendors hawking food and wares of most
every kind to the boisterous crowds who were obviously enjoying this day off
in spite of the heat.

I was making my way to the public dock where I planned to
rig up a sailboat for a few hours of sailing on the river before docking
upriver a half mile from the base of the fireworks display. For days I had
been watching the preparations as six large river barges had been outfitted
for the fireworks display.

Approaching the Community boathouse my eyes were drawn to the figure
of a very attractive woman walking along the waterfront path. I'm not sure why I
noticed her in particular among the dozens of attractive scantily clad women
all around me but for some reason she had caught my attention. As I passed her
on my bike, I turned, caught her eye and smiled briefly, before continuing
up to the building entrance. I made my way into the building and out onto
the dock where I locked up my bike. Looking up I saw the woman I had just
passed coming around the side of the building outside the chain link fence.
She was making her way along the river parkway, our eyes met again briefly,
and she continued on. I watched her as she walked away, my eyes riveted to
her graceful figure.

I moved down to the dock and loaded my provisions
into the boat. I had packed enough comfort foods to keep me happily fed
for the entire afternoon and evening. Before pushing off I went back to the
boathouse and bought a pop to keep up my energy in the increasing
heat. I sat at a bench near the fence. I was feeling a bit lonely. Most of
my friends were off doing there own things and by my own choice I had decided
to spend the afternoon alone. But watching the happy
care-free couples passing by I was beginning to regret my decision. It was
at this moment that I again saw the woman I had noticed earlier. She was
returning from an errand for she had a large paper bag full of groceries.
She noticed my gaze and responded with a warm smile but walked past where I
was sitting. I felt a wave of disappointment roll over me. I turned to find
her standing 10 or 15ft away looking through the fence toward the river. I
mustered up my courage and spoke:

"Ever been sailing?"
She responded quickly, "No, but it looks like it would be fun."
"It is, I said.......this is a public boat house ......your welcome
to come in and look around anytime.....and membership is quite
cheap."

Immediately I knew I had said the wrong thing.......I had made it
sound like a sales come on. Her excited facial expression turned visibly
cooler. I countered quickly:

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound like a salesman.....I'm just a member
here....would you like to sail sometime?"
Her face brightened, "Yes, I'd like that."
" Would you like to sail today....I was just about to go out....and
you're welcome to come along."

She paused for a moment, trying I think, to gauge my sincerity. After
all I was a total stranger. Her face saddened again:

"But I have this bag of groceries and I'm really not dressed for
sailing."
"Do you live far away?"
"No, just a block or two from here."
"Well then no problem.....I'll wait for you......take your time...I'm
in no hurry."
"Are you sure......I don't want to be a bother."
"You're no bother... believe me....it would be my pleasure."
" I'll be right back."

And off she went. I couldn't believe it. I had just made a date with
a total stranger and I felt like I was walking on air. I quickly finished
my pop and went down to the boat where I tidied things up and hoisted the sails She wasn't gone 15 minutes when I turned to the dock and there she
was. I stood speechless......she had shed her other clothes and had put on a
very light blouse and and a very short skirt. I suspect I took too long a
time to speak as I admired her tanned and muscular legs.

"I hope I'm dressed OK for sailing."
"Perfectly," I managed to say...."excuse me for staring."
"No problem....a woman likes to be admired." and she gave me a
mischievous smile.
"Ready to sail then?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." she replied.

She climbed aboard the boat and we pushed off from the dock. We
quickly caught the wind and down the river we sailed. The afternoon sun was
hot but the wind off the river helped to make the weather a bit more bearable. We sailed for several hours. She eagerly accepted my
invitation to sail the boat and learned quickly the skills necessary to tack
and gibe across the wind. She seemed to be a natural at sailing. In the
early evening we decided to stop and eat. All of the fresh air and the
excitement with sailing had made us ravenous. We tied up to deserted dock
and I dug into the cooler.

"Sorry the food isn't more elegant." I said, handing her a
sandwich......"I wasn't expecting company."
"I'm sure it will be great if your skill at food is anything
like your skill at teaching," and she smiled broadly.
I realized suddenly that we had never exchanged names....."I'm sorry I
don't even know your name......I'm Ray."
"And I'm Becky and I'm very glad I ran into you today. Sailing is a
lot of fun and I don't know how I shall ever repay your kindness in
taking this landlubber to sea."
"Well it was my pleasure and your company is repayment enough."

We finished our meal and sailed for a couple of more hours ........or
should I say she sailed for a couple more hours. She had picked up in an
afternoon what I had taken weeks to learn. I could only marvel at how well
she read the wind and smoothly she moved our boat across the river.

"What are you thinking about Ray?" she asked.
"I can't believe how quickly you have learned how to
sail........you're doing exceptionally well for a beginner."
She blushed suddenly "I have a confession to make.......I have sailed
before.....and quite a lot.....there was a time in my life that I
sailed every day. I was afraid," she continued," that if I had
told you that you would not have invited me to sail with you."
"Well I don't know....... I found you.....uh...very attractive and I
think I would have invited you anyway." Now it was my turn to
blush.

The sun by this time had gotten quite close to the horizon. We would
need to head home soon if we were to get back before dark. I had not told
her of my plan to view the fireworks from the river, for the afternoon's
activities had made me quite oblivious to the world on shore. I wished we
could see the fireworks together but I knew she might have other plans.
Finally l broached the subject.

"I think we need to head back if we are to get you home before
dark........and the fireworks will be starting just after sunset."
She looked disappointed, "I guess so.....you must have plans for the
evening?"
"No," I said quickly, "well yes......I had planned to watch the
fireworks from the boat out here on the river."
"You have guests waiting for you?"
"No .......I was going to watch them by myself.......have you any
plans?"
"No," she smiled mischievously again, "could I join you."
"Yes, that would be great," I said with perhaps too much enthusiasm.
"It will be the perfect way to end our day of sailing."

We sailed back to our dinner spot, which was still deserted, and
docked the boat. The dock was a private one and a high fence on the shore
kept out the throngs of people who were still gathering to see the fireworks.
Benches on the T-shaped dock had solid backs so we had a nice private place
from which to view the display. We moved onto the dock and brought the
boat's long seat cushions to lounge on. The sun had set in a wonderful
display of orange and red. We snacked on some leftover grapes and waited for
the fireworks to begin.

Becky moved up close to me and rested her head on my chest. She
looked up to see if it was OK and I responded by resting my hand on her
shoulder. The sky darkened and she nuzzled closer. She reached up for my
hand and pulled it down to her breast.
"I want to please you like you have pleased me today." she said
softly and with this simple explanation she began to unbuttoned her blouse. She
unsnapped her bra and out tumbled her breasts. She turned and kissed
me deeply. I responded by pulling her closer and moving
my hands down to her firm buttocks, massaging her tight thighs, pulling her
on top of me. My cock hardened quickly under her weight and her muscular
body clung to mine. She showered my face with hard wet kisses and she worked
her way down my chest opening buttons as she went. Her breasts visible in
the soft light of the evening bounced against me and my cock longed to be
released.

Her hands caressed my thighs and her fingers worked their way up under my shorts. Her hands met over my cock and massaged it
firmly.....then raked my balls with her fingertips. I moaned my pleasure.
She continued this movement several times before opening my shorts with a
deft movement of her mouth. She had popped the snap and peeled the zipper
open in one smooth motion. She pulled my shorts off quickly using her hands
from inside them. Then quickly my underwear as her mouth moved to my cock.
She licked the length of it before plunging it deep into into her mouth. I
was in too much ecstasy to do much more than just enjoy. Kneeling between my
legs she took my cock deep into her mouth meanwhile pulling firmly on my
balls with her fingertips. I moved my hips instinctively thrusting deep into
her throat as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I felt like I must
explode inside her as the fireworks began behind her.

I reached down and pulled her up to my chest. I peeled off her
blouse and bra and rolled her onto the cushions. It was time for her
fireworks. My hands worked their way up her inner thighs as the sky
brightened suddenly with bursts of red and white. I quickly pulled off her
lace panties and began to explore her muscular inner thighs with my tongue.
My hands, one under each cheek of her ass, lifted her slightly as I nibbled
at her mound covered with soft pubic hair. Her lightly salted skin was
delicious and she arched her back as my tongue dove down to her clit. The sky
sparkled with bright golden specks of light. I pulled her closer to my face
as double and triple explosions of light went off around us. She was
gyrating her hips in my face now and my tongue dove deeper and deeper still
into her warm, wet pussy. Her excitement made me a little wild and my tongue and firm
bites on her inner thighs wound her up to a hard, strong climax accompanied
by her lovely urgent whimpers for more.

I pulled her close to me....our hot, excited bodies clinging to
each other. I moved us over to the bench and leaned my back against the
seat. I positioned her sitting on top of me facing away. The lights from the
exploding fireworks lit up our sweaty bodies with bursts of colored light. I
eased her down on to me. She whimpered with pleasure and began to
rock forward and back on top of me, her hands on my knees. I massaged her
ass cheeks with my hands as the fireworks intensified.....more and more
bursts of light followed by the loud bangs moments later. I explored the crevice
between her ass cheeks and found her pumping movement and groans intensified
as I massaged her anal opening. One hand now grasping her back the other on
her ass I helped increase the intensity of her stroking movements. The sky
exploded with bursts of red and gold, the bursts of light tumbling over each
other. We were bathed in light and sound as we moved in unison....our
pleasure intensified by the spectacle of light and sound unfolding around us.
The sky exploded with still more colors and her whimpering pleasure spurred
me on to an even higher plane of intensity as she came with a furious burst
of short, sharp strokes. The extra push drove me to my limit and I came with
an explosion which was bathed in the light of the fireworks finale.

We laid closely together on dock afterwards sharing our warm bodies
with each other. The crowds on shore had vanished and the stars shone above.
There was a quiet between us that felt wonderful and natural.

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