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BOATLOAD OF GIRLS CH. 3.1 -- From Her Point of View

For the last ten years, my husband Dave and I have owned a second home on a lake a couple of hours from home. We love spending weekends there and a full week or two during the summertime. We've since acquired a 20-foot pontoon boat that is great for boat rides, relaxing, sunbathing, and taking kids tubing. Dave wasn't as enthusiastic about buying the boat as I was, but he finally acquiesced. So, to reward him for accommodating me, on our maiden voyage, I got naked and let him take a few nautical and naughty pictures of me. We've both been having fun on the boat ever since.

We have invited several friends to join us for weekends at the lake, and one couple bought a home there not long after we did. Like us, they didn't buy a boat right away, so we've taken them out on our pontoon during the day, and at nights for romantic twilight cruises.

After having taken Kate and Bruce on one of our evening cruises, she told us she had invited her four sisters, and a couple of other friends for a "girls' weekend" at the lake without their husbands. Naturally she wanted to take them out to show off the lake itself. Since they didn't have a boat of their own, I immediately got the picture and offered to take them all out in ours.

A week later I learned I had an unexpected homeowners association board meeting on the same morning we'd scheduled the lake tour. Dave volunteered to take the "girls" out on the boat, while I went to my meeting. I knew Kate's sisters liked to party, so I couldn't resist teasing Dave about what kind of fun he could have out on the lake with them and the other friends.

Dave planned to take them around the lake, then stopping in our favorite cove if they wanted to swim, sunbathe, or just get in the water to cool off.

I had given Kate a few days' notice that I would not be joining them, so they knew to only expect Dave. I figured my meeting would probably last a couple of hours, or about as long as their boat ride, so Dave planned to pick up his "harem" at the same time I left for my meeting.

When I got back home, Dave was still out, and since I knew he'd packed a cooler full of beer and wine coolers, I concluded they must be having a pretty good time. I grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass to help the time pass. As I waited, my mind started to wander, and I questioned just how much fun those women could be up for.

Before I could let my imagination go too wild, Dave came in looking a little tipsy, and disheveled enough to give my crazier thoughts some credibility. "Sit down, before you fall down, and tell me all about it," I said with enough humor to not sound accusatory. I didn't offer him any of the wine.

Dave thought for a few seconds, and told me, "When they all came aboard, it was obvious that they'd already had bloody marys or mimosas and were already in a party mood. It looked to me more like a "bachelorette" party, and one that was well underway.

"Kate introduced us and jokingly called me their boat captain and part-time 'cabin boy.' I wasn't sure exactly what all that meant, so I was the good host, offering drinks and taking the boat out on the lake.

"Once away from shore, one of Kate's friends started razzing me about their 'cabin boy' having way too many clothes on, and the others joined-in demanding the 'cabin boy' should really be naked like Kate implied might happen."

"Well, what did you do then," I asked trying not to laugh too hard.

Dave went on telling me, "When I looked to Kate for help, she just shrugged and said, 'Hey, why not, we're all friends and adults here.' That got the rest of the girls coaxing me to strip for them."

"Well, did you?" I prodded.

"I wasn't certain how serious they were, so I decided to call their bluff and told them if they wanted to see me naked, they'd all have to have to show me their tits first."

"And did they?" I chortled while almost choking on my wine

"They turned the tables on me and instantly had either pulled up or down on their tops or shirts and bras and I had twelve perky pink nipples staring right at me."

'All of them flashed you?" I asked skeptically, thinking this wasn't something I'd expect Kate to do.

"Every one of them; then Kate told me to show them my stuff since they'd anteed up for me!

So, not to be a complete jerk, I stopped and stripped for them with the same cheeky attitude they'd shown me."

"How did you feel about being naked for six women to see?" I asked chuckling, while seriously wanting to know.

"As you can imagine I was pretty self-conscious at first, knowing I sure didn't have the hard body physique they probably envisioned for a cabin boy. But I have to tell you the thought of six women wanting to see me naked sure didn't hurt my ego one bit," Dave offered humbly. "Their flattery was very persuasive."

I hadn't realized men could face the same dilemma women would experience in similar situations: the tradeoff between the allure and excitement of being enticed to get naked and the fear of not measuring up to peers or expectations. It was a quandary I'd certainly wrestled with.

Dave went on saying, "We cruised on to our favorite cove, and since there were no other boats there, I invited them to swim or wade in the water. Then, being naked, I only half-facetiously suggested if anyone wanted to skinny-dip, this was a good time and place to do it."

"Did you have any takers?" I asked with a smile.

"Three shed their suits right away, and the four of us got in the water. It didn't take long before the others undressed and jumped in to join us. We swam for half an hour, got back on the boat, and after lazily drying in the sun the girls reluctantly put their suits back on. They insisted I stay naked as we headed back, until we saw other boats approaching," he almost gleefully announced.

"Anything else to report?" I further prodded.

Dave looked a little guilty, and added, "I was pretty sure that along the way several, maybe all of them of them had snapped pictures of me with their cell phones. I asked them to delete them, but none would even admit they took any. So, we all took a few group photos with me naked and them flashing their tits again. That gave me some balance of terror and I made them promise not to share photos or stories with anyone else. That was about it."

I took a few minutes to process the scenario, smiled slyly and calmly asked, "And how would you feel if I had taken the husbands or boyfriends out for a boat ride, and they'd wanted to see more of the 'cabin girl'?"

He knew better than try to say anything like, "it's different for a guy...." and could only manage to say, rather lamely, "It just felt right, and everyone was having a great time. And if the same opportunity came up for you, I'd be OK too."

"So, I can quote you on that?" I asked playfully yet pointedly.

"Absolutely," he swore, knowing only too well I had an excellent memory.

I was not at all surprised when Kate called me the next summer me to say that her sisters and friends were planning another reunion at the lake. And I was anything but disappointed when she told me they all would love to have a boat ride again. Not knowing for sure what Dave might have said about last year's cruise, she told me she hoped I would be able to join-in this year, and they'd gladly adjust their schedule to accommodate my availability. I couldn't be sure if this concession was to prevent an encore of last year's frivolity or wanting me to be part of it. After consulting our calendars, we confirmed the date and time when we were to pick them up.

Dave and I had gotten together with Kate and her husband socially several times over the past year, and neither had mentioned anything good or bad about the nudity involved in last year's boating. Kate must have taken the "pinkie-promises" to heart.

During the two weeks before our boating event, Dave and I talked about the logistics of getting the boat and beverages ready, but maybe "unintentionally on purpose" avoiding any discussion about the entertainment agenda and dress code for this year. My absence last year may have given the women the courage to take advantage of a one-off, unplanned opportunity to act out their one of their fantasies. I was prepared to go along with whatever our guests had in mind, and I was certain Dave was too.

At Kate's dock, we were joined by the four sisters and the same two friends from last year. Since we knew they'd probably already started the day with bloody marys and mimosas, Dave insisted we have a drink or two earlier to get in more festive frame of mind too. It didn't seem they were in as giggly and sassy of mood as Dave had described last year. I certainly hoped my presence wasn't casting a shroud over their fun. I had no animosity or reservations about their prior group nudity and came along this year being open to, if not excited for whatever might occur again.

Onboard, Kate introduced and reintroduced me to her sisters and friends, who all seemed pleased I could join them this year. She announced Dave would serve as their boat captain omitting any reference to his being their "cabin boy." It appeared Kate must have warned the others to not talk about last year not knowing how much Dave had told me.

I took advantage of the no-wake zone, to get everyone a generous drink before we headed out on the main channel of the lake. Kate pointed out homes and other sights along the shore, and I continued to play the good hostess and kept the drinks flowing.

Everyone seemed to be on good behavior; maybe too good to have anywhere as good a time as last year. So, after we were out of sight of any homes, I took on the cruise director's job and startled Dave and challenged the group by explicitly asking "Don't you all think we could all use a good 'cabin boy' on this boat?" I knew he'd be disappointed if he didn't get to be naked with this bunch again, and they were probably only on good behavior to avoid offending me.

My challenge broke the ice and gave everyone permission to shift back into last year's party mode. The other women immediately joined-in demanding, that the "cabin boy" should really be naked again. That was all the other "girls" needed to again taunt and goad Dave to strip for them without the slightest bit of guilt or trepidation.

Dave recounted last years "tit for tat" agreement to see this show, and I sure didn't want to put a damper on the growing sexual fervor. While I had some fears of baring my breasts among women I didn't know all that well, my own rising libido led me to not just flash my tits, but to take off my bikini top altogether. The others immediately joined in by stripping to their waists too. We seven women were of various shapes and sizes, but there was no self-consciousness, cattiness, comparison, or competition among us; all were feeling absolutely beautiful, sexy and desirable. Dave was one lucky man to receive these gifts wives generally reserved for their husbands or lovers.

We prodded Dave to stand up to steer again as we moved about to see all his body parts, while I shot photos. He seemed more relaxed and relieved now that he didn't have to worry about what I would think about his stripping naked for six other women, including our good friend Kate. That and the fact that we were all topless made him much more at ease and confident in his own nudity.

At the northern end of the lake, a long no-wake area leads to a more private cove where we love to anchor to sunbathe nude. There were no other boats moored in the cove, so Dave stopped in the shallow water, dropped anchor, and announced, "Remember, if anyone wants to swim or 'skinny dip,' this is the best time and place to do it."

He had told me last year three women took his offer, shed their suits, and jumped in the lake. The others had another drink before joining them. After being topless outdoors for an hour, I was getting more aroused and peeled off my suit bottom to lead the way for everyone else to get naked and join me in the lake.

After an hour of swimming, splashing, and enjoying the sun, a speedboat with five young guys surprised us by approaching at much faster than the "no wake" speed limit. I felt like we were teenagers again, being bushwacked when skinny dipping in the abandoned sandpits outside of town. With no time to get back on our boat, Dave and I just ducked around the aft end, and I squatted down in the water to keep my breasts beneath the surface. Our unexpected intruders slowed significantly and turned their boat sharply toward us for closer inspection. We waded out from behind the boat, and I was immediately thankful that I didn't know any of the men now "rubbernecking" for a better look, and neither did Dave.

As I looked toward the other six women, I expected to see just six heads bobbing in the lake. Instead, I found the source of the young men's magnetic curiosity. Kate's youngest sister and one of their friends were both standing only waist-deep in the water waving audaciously at them with their bare breasts brazenly exposed. When they got close enough to recognize their incredibly good luck, our unexpected audience began clapping and yelling with euphoric amazement. The serendipitous sexuality of the moment was obvious, but the men's enthusiasm was not disrespectful or demeaning in any way.

This tasteful show of fascination and admiration was all it took to get each of the other four women to pop up from the water like a "jill-in-the-box" and show her tits too.

"What are they doing?" Dave asked, astonished by their blatant eagerness to show their tits to these five unknown young men.

"Why get naked outside if you aren't kinda hoping someone sees you?" I replied looking at Dave incredulously as I stood up too. "See how these young handsome guys are looking at us plain-old middle-aged wives? They couldn't be more thrilled if they'd just netted a school of young nubile mermaids. Don't take that away from these women..., or me either," I added wistfully as I bravely pushed my own breasts forward for them to view.

Dave was forced to conceded that if his middle-aged "dad-body" could motivate these women to get naked with him, heaven knew what these five young Adonises could propel the same maturing MILFs to do. With limited room on the runabout for the "girls" to join them, Kate's youngest sister started temptingly, if not outright seductively enticing the guys to come skinny-dip with them.

"Why don't you all lose your shorts and join us; the water's great today," she challenged them while displaying her tits a little more suggestively.

While struggling to take his eyes off her aroused breasts, the boat captain discreetly asked, "Who's the guy with you?" He was probably wanting to avoid any trouble from a jealous boyfriend or husband.

"Oh, he's just our good friend and 'cabin boy' for the day," she demurred, "and we got him to get naked for us too," she gloated, prompting giggles from them all.

The guy driving the boat seemed to be the group's social director too, so when he stood and dropped his trunks, the other four instantly followed suit. Seeing these five guys strip for them got the women going with their own "whooping and hollering" as they took in this unabashed display of lusty male anatomy.

"Grab a beer for everyone, and get in the lake," the leader said to the last guy on the boat. He quickly pulled a 12-pack out of their cooler, got into the waist-deep water, and passed them around.

I joined the other women to literally rub shoulders with the men as we flirtatiously waded and splashed among each other while getting acquainted. Dave hung around the boat by himself though every now and then one of the guys would wade over to talk to him briefly. Since Kate's sister had already announced that Dave was just a friend of all of ours, I purposely stuck to the party-line for fear it would inhibit the men if they knew he was my husband. To be honest, I was just as afraid it would inhibit me too.

Dave was the only husband here to witness his wife showing, if not flaunting her nude body for other men to see and enjoy. While I know he gets some excitement from knowing they find me sexually desirable, today's exhibition may be blatant enough to test the limits of his openness to my need for third-party affirmation. We could talk about this later when alone.

As we mingled in the water, the guys took ample time to savor seven pairs of breasts sporting seven pairs of responsive nipples, all the while keeping their own private parts hidden beneath the water. It wasn't too hard to recognize the women's frustration with this seemingly unfair degree of exposure, since I was feeling the same disappointment.

With the afternoon getting away from us, I announced, "Hey, I'm out of beer; let's get on our boat and I'll get us another round." I led the way to the ladder which offered full-body views of everyone as we each slowly climbed aboard. I spread beach towels and guided everyone to a seat ensuring both the men and the women would have a good view of each other.

Once everyone was seated, I was ready to up the ante on our "see and be seen" game. So, when I went to our cooler, I bent at my waist with my feet spaced wide for balance giving at least two other guys and Dave quite an immodest and unobstructed view of my butt and pussy. I repeated my exposure several times in order to get beers for everyone and share my bodyscape with the three other men.

Following my provocative example, and with beers in hand, no one was feigning modesty, as we all sat in casually suggestive positions with legs cast akimbo, inviting easy viewing of everything between them. Each of us was now captivated by the intense excitement from this unexpected and reciprocal opportunity to be both a voyeur and an exhibitionist.

A half-hour later, our cooler was empty, and our bodies scrutinized from every angle. It was also getting to the time when the lake patrol would be coming by, so we decided it was time to head back. The other six women and I stood reveling in these young men's admiration of our nude bodies. We gathered to catch a last glimpse of the guys' bare butts as they boarded their boat and traded flattering comments and goodbyes before they sailed away.

We women reluctantly put our suits back on as we got ready to head south toward Kate's dock.

When Dave reached for his shorts, we all insisted he stay naked. "You know the rules," Kate said, "you've seen seven nude women on the boat, but you're the only guy on board, so you need be naked seven times longer." Who was he to argue; he was way outnumbered and loving every bit of it.

No one seemed ready to fully let go of the exhilaration we were feeling from our time with the five young men, so every so often one of the girls would say, "If you stand up, Dave, I'll show you my tits again." While he clearly loved steering while standing, his sitting back down invited yet another girl to make him the same offer. My presence gave the other women permission to play this game, and I could see Dave felt no guilt in getting more aroused by their unabashed, sexually teasing attention.

Like last year, most if not all the women had snapped pictures of Dave with their cell phones, and I had taken my share of him and the group too. No one seemed to be too concerned about each other's discretion with their nude photos since there had been no "fallout" from last year's pictures.

When we were in the cove, I was surprised that no one had even tried to sneak a surreptitious shot of our young naked admirers. I made the assumption that these women could, if needed, explain to their husbands why they had a nude photo of a middle-aged friend of Kate's on their phones. A shot of a 25-year-old "hunk" might be a lot harder to justify.

Once within sight of more houses and boats, Dave put his suit back on and we girls put ourselves back together too. At Kate's dock, Dave and I got lots of hugs and thank-yous as our guests got off the boat. It was an amazing, totally unexpected, and most uninhibited day.