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.