A Day on the Lae

This summer we got away to an idyllic, but expensive, lake town. The type of place where celebrities throw on a baseball cap, and walk around with a cup of star bucks trying to feel normal for a day. It was also a sleepy town, the type of boring that keeps away the drunk college kids, but at a price that keeps away the actual kids.

We spent the day wandering book shops, and antique stores. My husband likes to take anything I linger on too long and buy it, so I'm careful only to stare at nice things. By the time we hit noon, I had an oversized hat, a beautiful anklet, a summer's worth of reading, and a cute little painting that they promised to ship straight home.

I was just asking for lunch, when my husband sprang it on me... one of those cute, spontaneous surprises that... just drive me nuts sometimes.

"We have to get to the boat," he said, grabbing me by the hand and starting our way down toward the docks.

"Boat?!" my annoyance was obvious, "We can't get on the boat," I started on the more reasonable response, "Clothes, water, food, sunscreen?" I was listing any excuse I could think of, but was out so I just repeated, "sunscreen honey" as we made out way around the winding paths

"All taken care of," he said walking us to the marina. Workers were all nodding and smiling at us as we got to the boat, 30 feet long, new, shiny... and a bunch of specs my husband could probably go on about for hours, but he never bored me with those details.

He helped me on to the boat, steadying me by my ass as I stepped over onto a seat. I could feel his strength in those moments.

"Everything's up front," he pointed towards a small door next to the steering wheel, "Get ready while I take us out."

In the bow was a big rubber bag, which itself was obviously a new gift for me, but it was filled with strawberries, and champagne, some sunscreen and of course, a bikini.

I started to get dressed as we made out way away from the docked, anchored and moored boats slowly. I knew I had time, this is the longest most boring part of any boat ride, but I'm sure he was up there, smile on his face, waving at everyone, standing proud.

I popped a strawberry in my mouth and started changing. It was a little cramped under there, I couldnt get much higher than a squat, and I"m short so that says something. Finally I got the bikini on, but I just couldn't get it right, tugging it in any direction seemed to make something fall out on the other side.

I took stock of the new bathing suit as the slow trawl turned into a smooth gallop. The engine roared like a propeller plane on take off as I felt us glide up and down over waves, crashing to a gentle spray. I enjoyed the vibrations.

I noticed the top may as well have been two Doritos held together by dental floss, and the back... well the back barely really existed. At least the bottom covered me up front, although it was a bit clingy, luckily my pussy is tiny and compact, otherwise I'd be on full display. I was getting wet thinking how this was just a bit out of bounds for a town like this.

We stopped, and the silence was defeating. The boat just floated aimlessly.

"All set?" he asked, before ripping off the canvas hood from the entire bow. Exposing me to the bright hot sun.

"Honey, what if I wasn't?" I could have been mid dress for all he know, but he was laughing.

"Wouldn't matter," he said, and thats when I saw.

This skimpy white bikini, the one that barely covered anything... didn't cover a thing. Wherever the sun's rays touched, became almost see through. The topography was obvious, every dimple in my nipple, every crevice... I looked, delicious. He popped the cork on the champagne, poured me a glass, I took the bottle0

"You're terrible," I said, slugging the bottle, "I love it," I continued as I laid out on the bow like a masthead.

Then I waited, smiling, drinking, splayed out front, face down and ass up, but rolling around to get comfortable.

Everyone was so nice, boats were coming and going, passing by a bit close for comfort, as everyone smiled and waived. I would perk up arm above head, shaking a titty at them as I waived back. I'd smile, they would smile, their wives would not.

All day I laid out, being admired, and smiled at, and I loved every moment. I'd flip and turn so anyone passing by got a front and back view. I would give my husband a little rub any time he wandered past. I noticed, that the wetness from my pussy brought the suit from wet... to clear.

"Ready to head back?" my husband asked

"Almost," I said, diving in, and climbing up the back ladder.. now, for all intents and purposes.. naked.

He smiled as he started the engines back up and headed us back to the marina. This time much slower as I laid out on display. He was up there, smile on his face, waving at everyone, standing proud.

He cut the engine early, and I peered up

"Need gas," he said, "Can you throw the nice man the rope?"

I smiled, The rope was under the seats up front, I'd have to flip it up and dig for them... and it took a bit of time. We drifted slowly towards the young man and there I was, in a see through bikini, bent over, legs wide, showing my pussy. I took my time turning around, and saw his face look utterly stunned, staring directly at my tits as he grabbed the rope.

I lade back on the bow, legs spread while they filled us up, smiling at the nice man. My pussy was drenched.

The rest of the way back was a blur, but I had my husband's cock in me the moment we were behind closed doors.