Walking along the canal towpath was Richard's way of reconnecting with his past. He'd lived on the opposite side of the city for over a decade, yet the row of houseboats looked exactly as he remembered them. He'd chosen to wander after visiting his old landlord, and his head was full of the stories they'd swapped.

Though Richard was deep in thought, the sound of a scream from one of the boats immediately caught his attention. As he turned, he saw a young woman wrapped in a towel hurrying from the boat's living quarters, clearly distressed.

"I don't mean to intrude, but is everything OK?" Richard asked.

Roxy felt embarrassed that her over-the-top reaction had been witnessed, though she found the passerby's gentle way of expressing his concern rather sweet.

"I'm sure learning that a hairy spider in the shower tray was responsible for my outburst might draw an eye-roll, but the truth isn't always exciting, is it? I'm just glad I grabbed my towel before making a run for it. I only moved in a few days ago, and flashing my bits to non-residents might get me a warning letter," Roxy laughed.

Roxy's comment made Richard laugh too, though he felt that an offer to apprehend and liberate her unwanted guest might please the woman he had spoken to even more.

Roxy accepted Richard's offer of help, and the simple task was completed quickly and without drama. Once Richard had dealt with the squatter, Roxy introduced herself and invited him to join her on her boat.

"I'm Roxy. I chose to go by my Sunday name, Roxanne, when I lived in a town where Roxy's was the name of a notorious pick-up joint, but I can be myself again here," Roxy explained.

"I'm Richard, but I'm a Dick when it suits me, too. If I tell you I understand the perils of a name, I'm sure you'll believe me," Richard joked as Roxy led him into her home.

Roxy told Richard that her recent move meant she hadn't expected visitors, so she could offer him only bottled water as a welcome drink.

"That's fine. I hadn't anticipated liberating a spider from a boat when I set out for my walk either. It's life's job to surprise us," Richard replied, prompting shared smiles and laughter.

Richard's acceptance of her apology shifted Roxy's focus to other matters. It wasn't something she'd imagined discussing with someone she'd met only minutes earlier, but Richard's spider eviction had already cemented his standing in Roxy's good books.

"I've got a list of things to do in my new home to make it the fresh start I'm looking for. One less spider makes me feel I've already made progress today, but if we strip and lie top to toe in my small but welcoming sleeping area, we could make my list a little shorter," Roxy giggled, starting to undress to stop Richard from overthinking.

Roxy had understood that her new lifestyle might be very different, though she hadn't imagined any transformation would happen so quickly. She and Richard were soon naked, and Roxy made sure everything was in place before inviting her guest to excite her with his tongue and lips.

"I'm not sure how far sound carries from here, so I'll turn the radio on in case I get noisy," Roxy giggled.

Roxy sighed happily as soon as Richard's tongue began to circle inside her. It was mutually exciting from the outset, and enjoying the fun to the strains of 'You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet' added a touch of humour that seemed highly appropriate.

The retro music sent Roxy's mind into carefree 'overdrive' as she giggled at the intensifying work of Richard's willing tongue. Her body was charged with pulses of arousal, and her laughter was punctuated by a wide variety of noises that even surprised her.

Roxy's excitement escalated as kisses fell and lingered on her gorged clit; her laughter, moans and gasps were music to Richard's ears, too. When Roxy began to take a more active part in proceedings, doing so to the opening bars of 'Take It To The Limit' seemed perfect, as if it were divine intervention by the singing Gods of erotica.

"Always do what the song tells you to," Roxy stuttered as she slid Richard's cock between her lips and began to suck it, giggling with excitement.

Roxy's bold attention took Richard by surprise, though he assumed its vigour stemmed from his company's assessment of her whereabouts on the highway to Climax City. Richard's guess proved accurate, and Roxy intensified her work amid a chorus of noise and a delightful erotic rhythm that matched the music on her radio.

Richard's noble but doomed efforts to delay his orgasm were matched by Roxy's when faced with a similar task. They had, however, done justice to the music, taking their fun both to and beyond its limits, together.

Richard firing cum into her mouth as her climax ignited made Roxy roar with laughter. She pulled on his cock whenever she needed to catch her breath, then feasted on Richard again as soon as she felt ready.

A mutually agreed suspension of activities didn't stop laughter from ringing out. When it finally subsided, Roxy told Richard he'd passed his audition and was now part of the newly formed covers duo, 'Canal Knowledge'.

Once Roxy and Richard had showered and dressed, they stepped out into the open air and found their surroundings noticeably quiet.

"I've just remembered there's a residents' meeting at the pub today, which explains why nobody's around. At least I won't get into trouble for playing loud music if everyone else is there," Roxy giggled.

Roxy never received a warning letter. Richard never went home either, as Roxy invited him to live on the boat with her.

Both residents of Roxy's boat will be at the next meeting, unless, of course, they're too busy listening to the radio to attend.