Until now, I have found the letters in “Forum” a bit hard to believe. Let me fill you in on the incredible experience that made me change my tune.

Last weekend I was invited by a friend to go out on his father’s boat. I met him at the 42-foot yacht, where he was waiting with two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen: his wife, Jeannette, and her friend Ariel. After the introductions, we boarded the boat, then made sure everything was ready for a long cruise. I was checking out Ariel, and she was doing it right back. She was about five foot six, with long brown hair and a gorgeous body.

We headed up the coast to do some partying with Jimmy and Jeannette’s friends at a yacht club. I couldn’t stop watching Ariel all morning on the boat, or during the afternoon at the club. Later, when we were headed back toward home, Jimmy and Jeannette retired to their cabin for a little boat-rocking, so I took over the wheel. Ariel found her way to the bridge, and offered to assist with steering to keep us on a straight course. We got to know each other better — a lot better.

When I heard low moans from below deck, my cock got a little stiff, and it didn’t take long for Ariel to notice the bulge in my boardshorts. Within minutes, she had them around my knees and was licking my shaft like an ice-cream cone, making sure she covered every inch. Then she kissed the tip of its now purple head and took me all the way into her mouth, giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had.

After I exploded, I told her it was my turn to please her. She did a slow striptease, climbed up onto the dash, then straddled my face for a little

licking. She was so hot her juices flowed down her legs. A couple of orgasms later, she straddled my cock and lowered herself slowly, taking

me in as far as possible before lifting up again.

After several minutes of her teasing, I grabbed her nice tight ass and proceeded to slam up into her box as hard and fast as I could. She told me to come all over her breasts when I was ready, and that’s just what I did. I had never exploded with so much force before. My juices were everywhere. She cleaned me up with her tongue, and then we had another drink.

We checked the boat’s course, and amazingly we were still on it, so we started all over again. Eventually, we docked at a marina on Cape Cod for a couple of hours to get some sleep before finishing the trip home. This time, we were down below while Jimmy and Jeannette stayed topside.

We arrived home at three in the morning, said our good-byes, and Ariel and I have not seen each other since. But I hope she reads this. If she’s reminded of our night at sea, maybe she’ll stop by for further adventures on land.