Amanda came up from below to the main deck, her floral print bikini tight in all the wrong places. Or right places if you are a person of a naughtier mindset. I happen to be one of those types of people, so I appreciated the way the fabric covered her curves. Barely covering her breasts, the pale pink triangles did little to arrest their sway as she climbed the steps to the fly bridge to stand next to me. A quick spin showed how little the black thong hid of her small round ass. This suit was clearly one of my better purchases. Amanda wore the string waistband low, sitting it across her natural curves. Shoulder length light brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her eyes were hidden behind dark Gucci sunglasses, but her face betrayed every bit of her lustiness.
Soft hands touched my shoulder and then slid slowly down my body, not pausing until she hit the waist band of my own swimsuit. A bit tight in the back, and a bit loose in the front these left very little to the imagination. Jet black with neon pink stripes to mimic her choice, the trunks ended two inches down my legs and started as low on my hips as her thong. Amanda moved to stand behind me and her hands danced along the edges of the suit. A quiet moan escapes my lips as she hooked her fingers under the band and slid her hands underneath the fabric. Touching my firm ass before slipping her hands out and sliding them forward along the top of the waistband.
Amanda began to trace lines along my abs making me shiver as her hands danced across me. At last, even she could not take it and reached up to grab my chest and pull her body against my back. Standing barely 4'10" even in her platform sandals her mouth just reached the top of my broad shoulders. I felt her teeth latch on as she nipped at me over and over, rubbing her full breasts against my back. Pressing closer she moved her hips forward until I could feel the firmness of her mound against me. Now it was her turn to moan as she ground herself against me, her tiny bottoms straining to hold her lust back.
Laughing, I said "Amanda, baby girl I am trying to park the boat! And you are making it very hard."
She slid her hand down to the front of my trunks and squeezed. Pausing in her nibbles across my back to reply, "Yes Baby, I can tell I've made it very, very hard."
I had intended to move deeper into the Play Pen, to get a little closer to the Ohio Street Beach for some actual swimming. But Amanda was pushing all the right buttons, and I was growing firmer and stiffer as she touched me. It was always so difficult to resist when her lust blazed hot like this. Moving the boat more towards the breakwater with one hand, I twisted my body back to pull her in front of me. The triangles of her top had already slipped aside exposing her small pink nipples to the air. I reached over to pinch and pull the left nipple as she cried out softly. Even in the summer heat they became instantly hard. Almost as hard as I was when I looked down at her little body next to mine
4'10" tall and barely 105lbs she was almost all boob and ass. Her thong bottoms were even more useless than the bikini tops were right now. Her firm round cheeks spilled out of them, and her arousal made it seem like she had already been swimming. My own suit was pretty much failing to contain me at this point as well. My thick 8 inches swelling and straining to point back at Amanda's smooth glistening stomach.
"Pull them down." I instructed her as I brought the boat to a halt and began to shut the motor down and drop both anchors. She quickly had her hands on my suit and slipped it down far enough to expose me to the air. I pulled her close enough to me that we touched, and her chest bounced against mine. Overcome she reached down and took me in her small hands to stroke and tease me. Dripping spit from her pink lips to lubricate me, she increased her speed. Grabbing her by the hair I pulled her head back and kissed deeply. Lips parted so our tongues could meet and begin a long dance. As my hand took hold of her ass to bring her even closer, she slipped her own hands onto my back and bit my lip in pleasure.
Sliding her over I pressed her against the main consul and felt her hips sway with the movement of the boat. Pressing and grinding herself against me. My shaft wet with sweat and spit sliding against the smooth black fabric as her nails dug into me. Her mouth left mine and latched firmly to my collarbone and she bit into me as the touch of our skin drove her wild. Equally aroused, I pulled her mouth away and took my turn biting and kissing down her neck. The pace of her thrusts picked up and I could tell it was time. I reached down and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder before moving towards the coach at the back of the fly bridge.
Slightly less exposed now to the disappointment of any of the voyeur boaters already drifting in the sheltered party spot, I was ready for more. I slid Amanda down to the couch in front of me, and she reached for my hardness.