Note- This story is in no way based on any known factual events or persons.
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September of 1989. All aboard The Sun newspaper pleasure cruise. With Samantha Fox, Karen Brennan, Debee Ashby, Donna Ewin, Rachel Garley, Kirsten Imrie, Gail Mckenna, Tracey Neve, Lu Varley, Maria Whittaker.
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In order to celebrate the top ten chart entry of her latest single' I only want to be with you' Samantha Fox combined that good news with the fact that it had been twenty years since the first published topless page three picture in The Sun.
Since hanging up her bra in 1986, or was that keeping it on? Samantha had recorded three albums and had managed to get into the charts a number of times. Her biggest and best being 'Touch Me (I Want Your Body)' back in '86.
In a welcome collaboration she and the newspaper editors chartered the 'Lady Maria' a 105 metre mega yacht moored in the Mediterranean Sea.
She called several of the invited guests and gushed down the line excitedly.
"It's going to be so much fun, Maria. It's all about the four S's."
"What are they?" Wondered Maria Whittaker on the other end.
"Sun, sea, sand and of course sex. We all spend the day having out pictures taken, and the night time? Well..."
Built and owned by Russian born millionaire, Igor Suckemeoff, the striking luxury motor vessel was opulent, lengthy and boasted a maximum speed of 22 knots.
The top deck featured a swimming pool with a sliding roof and a centrally positioned staircase that led to the owner's luxury suite. The lavish accommodation slept up tp twenty guests over ten suites.
Samantha and nine of the current page three girls all took the train from Waterloo Railway Station, across the Channel, and on down to the French yacht club in Port Camargue Marina.
The day earlier saw the photographer and his assistant travel to the Marina to join the hired English crew.
This consisted of the Captain, chef, deck crew of first officer and chief steward. One engineer completed the team and it was planned that the yacht would set out to sea for three days while all the girls were captured on film for a Christmas special edition of the Sunday supplement of the paper.
Once they were all bedded down and unpacked the serious business began. By day the sixty year old photographer Derek and his aide Sid shot dozens of rolls of film on the yacht. Sun and tits were the obvious theme and Derek had eighteen pairs of statuesque breasts to play with.
Derek and Sid were experts in their profession and dutifully captured every stiff nipple and gathering moisture in lots of ample cleavage. They made sure to illuminate every boob in bright light, no shadows in The Sun newspaper.
As the sun dipped slowly in the sky the sessions would wind down and the young darlings were let off the leash.
x Gail. The young chef Mark was besotted. He had been mesmerised by Gail McKenna who he thought was the most attractive out of all of the other models. Since the group had come onboard two days ago he had thought of nothing else but Gail morning, noon and night.
As he fingered his crisp collar of his white uniform shirt he looked on her from a safe distance.
Gail was lying on her back on a lounger wearing a white bikini and sunglasses. Well, the top was really just two strips of material that covered her nipples and only them. The bottoms also were so flimsy as to be just a triangle that cupped her plump mound. She had chosen this side of the yacht to take a ten minute sunbathe under the Mediterranean azure sky.
Her perfect skin glistened from the sun and the Ambre Solaire suntan lotion she had liberally smeared into her soft flesh. As the gentle sound of the sea lapping on the hull of the yacht Mark looked on in a state of excitement as he ogled the stunning girl's bosom rise and fall under her skimpy top.
Then, Dave showed up and Gail moved her glasses down her cute nose to take a long look at the sandy haired and tanned first officer. Mark despised Dave, not least because his good looks and muscular frame always got him the girls. Lucky bastard.
"Hi," said Gail with a warm smile and fluttering lashes. "Could you do me a favour and rub some oil on my back?"
"It will be my pleasure." Dave spoke in his west country burr and took the yellow bottle from Gail.
She turned onto her front on the long seat and Dave rubbed his hands in the lotion and began to apply it to the sighing model.
"You have a nice touch."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot."
"Touch me."
Gail purred like a kitten as Dave massaged the warming lotion into the middle of Gail's back, slowly working his way down her spine to the top of her rump.
Mark looked on, seething with jealousy, as Gail allowed the bastard to cup her ass cheeks under the bikini bottoms while she arched her back in approval.
"Do my front."
Gail rolled over again as Dave smeared more of the Ambre Solaire into the palms of his hands. They locked eyes as he radiant brunette loosened her top to let him paw at her outstanding 36DD cup tits.
The sight of her being fondled and oiled up gave Mark an instant boner How he longed to be in Dave's shoes and finger and pinch those hard nipples that now stood out proud from Gail's heaving breasts.
"Lower," ordered Gail, and Dave ran his hands in a trail along her midriff to her panty line.
Both Mark, from his hiding place and Dave, could not fail to note Gail's protruding mons that was barely covered by the sheer material of her costume.
Gail deliberately parted her legs wider and Dave took this as an invitation to move in. As he caressed the insides of her thighs he brushed her pussy causing Gail to visibly twitch with arousal.
Dave fingered the sides if her bikini bottoms and slid both of his thumbs inside to her exposed muff. Together they dragged her panties down her legs so that Gail was now in the buff.
Dave leaned back to drink in her superb naked body and began to unbuckle the belt of his trousers. Gail drew her legs up and hugged her knees as she saw him take out his erection and hold it up for her benefit.
"Nice cock."
