"Why black chat bother?" I chided her.
"I will black chat be," she said, flashing an incredibly black chat sexy smile.
"Just as soon as we
e out of sight and then Im going to fuck you and suck you on every inch of this boat." Then she added, "I want to ride up top black chat." Referring to the flying bridge.
I went below and stripped off my clothes and put on my swim trunks.
I took black chat the opportunity to check out the cooler and liquor cabinet, which were both well stocked.
I grabbed a bottle of chilled Chablis and two plastic glasses.
I also took two fresh bananas from a bowl anchored to the dinette table and cheese from the cooler.
Looking around I located a coastal chart and a pair of binoculars and with my arms loaded proceeded up the ladder to black chat the bridge and to black chat the start of a day of pure ecstasy.
Katarina whooped with joy when she caught sight of me.
"Take something," I told her "before I break my ass." She reached out and took the fruit and wine and made room for me on the wide helm seat at the wheel.
She cuddled in close as we approached the entrance buoy at the mouth of the river.
I black chat opened the chart and handed it to her.
After looking at it for black chat a few moments she pointed to black chat a small key about 20 miles south and about five miles off shore.
"This looks like a good place to start." she said.
I plotted a course and rounding the sea buoy brought the throttles up to about 2,000RPMs.
The boat came up on an easy plane black chat, the through the water speed black chat indicator read about 15 knots.
Katarina stood up on the bench, holding on to the windshield, allowing the wind to blow her hair almost straight back.
"FASTER." she yelled.
I quickly brought the throttles up to about 3,000RPMs.
The boat responded by almost leaping forward causing Katarina to take a small step black chat backward black chat and grab the windshield for support.
The speed quickly reached 25 knots throwing a rooster tail out behind the stern a good twenty to thirty feet.
Gentle rollers from the southwest black chat gave us enough movement to make the ride interesting and salt spray flowed outward from the chines leaving a white foamy wake behind.
At this speed the automatic engine synchronizers took over and both tachs registered black chat exactly the same.
The engines weren even working hard yet and I knew they had at black chat least another thousand in them black chat.
