Chapter 17 Third Day on Fantasy Cruise
FFFF A. Earhardt & E. Andrews on a Cruise Ship
Author's note, this fantasy segment once completed consisted of 192 Microsoft Word pages. I figured being this long I would break it up into seven mini stories, one for each day of the week on the cruise. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.
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Monday, third day, we hurry to the shuttle for a leisurely day on the beach.
Morning came way too soon and Erin and Ainsley scrambled about the suite getting ready. The shuttle was leaving for the large cove on the backside of Kauai and the two women wanted to get some sun, have a few Mai Tai's and hopefully get laid.
They both dressed in bikinis and matching sarongs and arrived at the shuttle just as it was pulling away.
They were both starving after the last day's non-stop fucking and when they arrived at the cove were disappointed to see there wasn't any breakfast.
The crew was setting up for lunch, but wasn't going to be ready for several hours. With Fred in tow they headed over to the makeshift bar area and started slamming down margaritas and Mai tai's.
Ainsley stopped the wave runners and already half-drunk coaxed Erin over to try and ride the wave runners. The attendants saw how tipsy they were and would only let the ladies out with one of the local workers to drive and make sure they would be safe.
Erin whispered to Fred and he nodded, picking up his cameras he headed out up one of the hills behind the cove. Erin moved over to Ainsley; "I have Fred heading up the mountain behind us. He'll get to the top and will be able to catch the action."
Ainsley looked puzzled; "What action?"
"Just look at those two studs, if we act drunker then we really are, we can get them to take us around the point out there. We can both pretend to fall off and suddenly lose our tops. We can proceed to have some fun with them, if you know what I mean. Fred can catch all the action from up above, the only problem is that we won't have any sound, that is unless you really scream your ass off!"
Ainsley smiled and slapped Erin on the ass; "I love how you think. Do you think we should give Fred sometime to get to the top?"
"Well I guess we can really have some on the wave runners first. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into!"
The two gorgeous blondes headed to the local men and they looked yummy to Ainsley, dark skinned and well-muscled. They were soon clinging to the back of the men, their large nearly bare breasts squashed against the backs of the two men driving the wave runners. They had taken off their sarongs and their moist pussies were vibrating on the seat beneath them.
The two men took a sharp turn and Ainsley looked over at Erin and nodded. They both suddenly let go and fell off the back of the jet skis and fell below the water. When they came up the men had circled back and Erin had her top in her hand. Her huge tits floated on the surface of the water and the one guy's eyes popped out of his head.
He came up beside her and when he reached out for her hand, her hand slid up his leg and grabbed at his stiffening cock. He knew exactly what she wanted and turning side-saddled on the Jet Ski he offered up his crotch to her nimble fingers.
On the other side Ainsley floated near the other Jet Ski and when the local reached for her, she turned and his hands caught in her bikini top and off it came. She let out a whoop and reached up and began tugging off his trunks.