It was a sunny late Monday morning. I was sitting in my boat wondering if I should take the boat out or just save the fuel and drink at the dock. I have an antique wooden cabin cruiser, only 19 ft. long with a 90 hp outboard engine and only four places in the cockpit. I call it my pop up camper on the water.
As I considered the lack of Irish whiskey in my morning coffee, I noticed a female figure walking down the dock toward me. She had to be coming to see me since there wasn't a breath of life among any of the boats docked nearby.
As she got closer, I recognized Summer. She had been in several of my graphics arts classes, as I had gone back to school to get my MFA in art.
Summer was one of the 'Cotillion Trio' three girls that fucked me the night of their spring cotillion dance. That's an entirely different story. (See Prequel.)
I'm about 5'10", dark blonde, blue eyes, 32 years old. I work out. The Trio says I'm "not bad for an old guy."
She was wearing a tiny black bikini with a sheer wrap over her. She had a picnic basket over one arm and a hand holding a big floppy hat on her blonde head.
She stopped at the step into my boat. "Ahoy! Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?" she asked.
"Only if you don't see anyone aboard," I replied. "Otherwise, you say 'Permission to come aboard?' I said.
"Okay, Permission to come aboard?" she asked.
"Permission granted," and I helped her step aboard.
"To what do I owe this gracious visit?" I asked.
"Well, I knew you had a boat. You've talked about it in class. And I thought I could convince you to take me for a boat ride," she answered. "I've brought cheese and crackers...and wine."
"How did you get wine?" I asked.
"I'll have you know, I turned 21 three weeks ago...So I didn't have to use my fake ID," she answered.
"Summer, I would be happy to take you for a boat ride. But are you sure it would be your thing? We'll be out in the full sun. You are blonder than blonde. Your skin tone registers at 100% white on a histogram. You'll burn to a crisp," I said.
"No, I've thought about this. I have my big floppy hat and my sunscreen cover up. And just to be sure, I rubbed SPF 90% cream all over my body - before I got dressed - all over my body," she responded.
I smiled at her. For a girl with slim hips and not much in the way of tits, she looked really good in a bikini. And of course, I had seen her completely nude before and had the wonderful experience of her after the dance.
"Okay. Let's go for a boat ride," I said.
I cast off the lines and headed out to the wide river. I was proud of the new Suzuki 90 HP, four-stroke outboard that I had bought over the winter. It powered us up on plane in no time and was quiet enough for us to talk, even though we didn't at first.
After a few minutes, Summer took off her sun-protecting wrap but kept on the big floppy hat. "If I actually get some color from the sun, I don't want weird tan lines on my chest. Do you care if I take my top off?" she asked.
"Fine with me," I said. "I'll try not to stare."
"If a girl takes her top off in front of a guy, she's kind of expecting him to look at her tits," Summer replied as she undid her top and tossed it on the floor. "Besides, I get the feeling that you really like small tits. Logan said you were really into hers."
I looked at Summer and her tits. They were small, as I knew from before, AA cup I guess, but perfect for her slim build and boyish figure. Her nipples weren't brown like most women, but almost blonde like her straight, shoulder-length hair.
"You're right, I am a great fan of small breasts. Logan has beautiful tits," I replied. The girls were friends and obviously talked, and I had fucked Logan the week before.
"Hers are bigger than mine, not big, but a lot bigger than mine. I like the way they stand out from her chest. Logan definitely has great tits," Summer said.
"Yes, but they suit her without being too big, like yours suit you. Both of you have beautiful tits. I'll never understand the American male fascination with huge tits. Big, floppy tits aren't sexy. They are kind of disgusting. Smaller tits that fit the woman are incredibly sexy," I said.
"Good answer," Summer replied. "I really like Logan's tits as well. They stand up tall and proud. Her nipples are divine. She's really a beautiful girl."
"Oh, I forgot, 'Cookies and Pussies,' how did that go? Is that kind of a thing?" I asked.
"Don't tell Logan, but it was something I made up because I wanted to have sex with her. I passed it off as if it was a thing. When she came in, I was stripped down to my panties, bare chested, and told her she had to do the same, so she did. I really just wanted to look at her beautiful tits. So, topless and just in panties, we mixed up the cookie dough, made up the cookies and put them in the oven. While the cookies baked, we kissed and made out. We played with one another's tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her panties when the bell rang for the cookies to be done."
I looked over at Summer who was leaning back in my copilot's seat, feet up on the combing, bare-chested, telling me about a sexual encounter she had with a girl I had had sex with just a couple of weeks ago. Life is amazing. "Tell me more."
"Well, we put the cookies on the cooling racks. Then I suggested we go into the living room. It didn't take me long to be sucking on Logan's wonderful nipples and fingering her wet pussy. Somehow, our panties came off. I licked her clit and fingered her until she came. Then I spread her legs wide and pushed my pussy against hers. Lesbians call it scissoring. It's great."
"I think I have a vivid mental image," I replied.
"It's really cool if you do it right. Our wet pussy lips rub against one another, then we slide clit to clit. I think Logan came about three times. Once we calmed down, Logan went after my tits and then went down on me. It was really good. In the end, she tried to pussy fuck me. It was okay, but it was her first time. I still came," Summer shrugged.
"So, you're bi-sexual? I mean, you had sex with me, and you have a boyfriend," I asked.
"I don't think so. I couldn't have a romantic relationship with another girl. Girls are too moody and unpredictable. I like sex with girls. Tits and pussies are really pretty and intriguing. And finger-fucking is really fun. But it's hard to beat a hard cock up your twat. Just saying. And guys are really simple - eat, sports, fuck. Unless you get a crazy one, they don't have moods or side agendas. If I had to choose, I'd choose cock. But so far, I haven't had to choose."
"Well, I'm sure not going to make you choose. Hell, I'd love to watch you and Logan having sex, even participate," I replied.
"That might be arranged," Summer replied with a wink. "A threesome would be fun."
I kicked the boat down to idle and suggested we get into the wine and cheese. She brought out the basket and we feasted. We talked about anything and everything. I feasted on looking at her bare tits with their semi-hard nipples.