HOT UNDER THE SUN
They all knew each other from their home city of Munich, and their bonds of friendship had been expanded to include the riotous boat parties that they always pursued when they gathered on the Italian Riviera, a weeks' break never to be missed for the adventurous pursuits that being together allowed them.
They chose the height of summer when sunshine, and calm waters, were guaranteed, and the costs of their leased pleasure craft were shared amongst them. If they weren't spending time on the boat, hired on a concessionary day rate that would otherwise be beyond the reach of anyone but the extremely wealthy, they frolicked in the large villa that was set on the clifftop overlooking the sea and the yacht harbour.
The Neumann's, Klein's, and Fischer's spoke of themselves as the
'Swinging Sextet',
the club back home the explanation for their first meeting and then pursuing bonds of friendship that went way beyond what others thought to be appropriate. Carolina and Tomas Neumann had first suggested the idea of holidaying together with Max and Ada Klein. Rudi and Eva Fischer had taken longer to persuade, but they were now enthusiastic for the adventures that were always to be discovered.
Partying and frolicking under the Italian sun always exceeded expectations and into their once tight-knit group, there came the Moretti's, Matteo and Emilia, the owners of Princessa Yachts, the largest in the range of the company's fleet available at eye-watering six-figure rates per week that included crews, the smaller craft hired with a single 'skipper.
Such a man was Antonio Palmieri who, Emilia had confided, was a favourite of hers. With his riot of silken black hair, lean face, and brilliant smile, Lina understood how her swinging friend could be taken by the guy, emotionally and physically. She watched him as he sat on the bridge chair with his strong legs stretched out, his white shorts complemented by a sleeveless cotton shirt with a multitude of orange and yellow stripes, his body tanned and strong, the bulge in his shorts not to be missed.
With the women in the party scantily clad, Lina would have been surprised if he had not been aroused by the sight of them, their wealthy husbands making sure they had the best of summer clothes that flattered curvy figures and caught the eye wherever they went.
"I thought that I'd be here, Antonio. You know what's going on down below," she smiled and was not ashamed to have said it. The words had a double meaning, and she wanted some of that action too, and with him.
He smiled wonderfully, his white teeth stark against the tanned skin of his face, smooth and shaven. "You all like to have fun. Matteo told me that."
"And what about you when it is all going on?"
Lina met his appraising glance, the look of an undoubtedly assured young man whom she had met the previous year at a yacht club event and had no time to discover whether there could be more in the look he had given her, even then, and in the presence of so many others.
Now she was on a luxuriously appointed cruiser with the others engaged in the pursuit of fleshy pleasures and she is opting out, her hopes set on being with Antonio.
"Signora?" he smiled, prompting her to continue when he had not answered her directly.
"I don't want to see a good-looking man like you missing out on what the others are doing. You know how it goes while we're here, don't you? Matteo told us that he had briefed you..."
As she spoke and stood close to his side, Lina adjusted a strap of her bikini bra, the small triangular cups straining under the shape and weight of her breasts, her skin, her whole body, tanned to a deep brown that made her hair, streaky and long, look impossibly blonde.
"Si, I know what happens, Signora..."
"Lina, use that name and that alone when you're with me."
She flaunted her breasts, swirled her hands over them before they were cupped and tugged on, her hard nipples poking against the thin synthetic fabric.
Antonio helmed the boat with one hand as the other reached out to caress her skin as her actions provoked him to do.
"Take this off, I know that you want to show me what you have." Antonio deftly unhooked her bikini bra, pressing against her as he did so, and she could feel his erection against her belly.
"And you can take these off and show me what you have." Her touches encouraged him to step away from the helmsman's seat and allowed her to tug down his shorts, then his pouch briefs. His penis sprang free as if it had been waiting for her to claim it. "Now let me taste you."
Lina did not know what he had done but she heard the loud rattle of the anchor chain as the way was taken off the boat and she felt it rock gently in the swell.
"We do it together, Lina...the others are busy, I am sure." Emilia would want him to see to her at some point during the day, but the German woman before him, slender and big-breasted, and with her long legs, had to be tasted and then fucked. He liked it quick and hard, and she looked the type to want it that way too. She'd come onto him and now he would oblige her.
Her slender fingers worked him as Lina's mouth opened and she slid down his shaft, what he had being more than enough to satisfy her in these ways. She mouthed him as one hand massaged his sac and the other fingered her pussy, her bikini thong soon unfastened and pushed down her legs as best as she was able to do. She wanted that penis not to hurt her, seeing as it was so hard and had a slight upward curve which she just knew, if she was positioned right, would hit her g-spot. His length and shape were perfect, and she wanted it in her mouth before they pursued other pleasures out in the sun. They were unlikely to be disturbed.
Her tongue flickered over and around the domed tip and she felt his hands in her hair and the slow, rhythmic movement of his hips as he face-fucked her.
"Slow down or I'll choke!" she gasped, her movements on him quickening along with the stroke and probe of her fingers in her leaking pussy. She loved giving blow jobs, but this young, well-hung, guy was taking her to new places.
