We have a second home on a lake about two hours south of our main residence. It's a great place to spend weekends and even longer during the summertime. A year after we bought the place, we acquired a 20-foot pontoon boat that is great for boat rides, anchoring to relax, read, sun, and for kids to go tubing.
One couple we have known for many years bought a home at the lake not long after we did. Since they don't have a boat, we've taken them out on our pontoon during the day, and at nights for peaceful twilight cruises.
Our friend Kate and her four sisters, along with a couple of other friends had planned a "girls' weekend" at the lake; no husbands invited. She naturally wanted to take them out on the lake on the first morning after they all arrived. My wife, Joan offered to take them all out in our boat, since they didn't have one of their own.
Later, Joan found out she had an unplanned but important meeting the same morning as the scheduled lake tour. So, we decided that I would take "girls" for the boat ride, while she attended the board meeting. Joan immediately had fun chiding me about what kind of fun I could have out boating with these six women.
I planned to take them all around the lake and stop in a somewhat private cove if they wanted to swim, sunbathe, or just splash in the water to cool off.
Joan had let Kate know she would not be joining us. Coming aboard, it was obvious that they had started on Bloody Marys or mimosas much earlier and were already in a festive mood and on their way to getting a little bit tipsy. Anyone seeing them would have thought it was a "bachelorette" party well in progress.
Onboard, Kate introduced us and jokingly presented me as their boat captain and part-time "cabin boy." Not being sure of exactly what all that implied, I played the good host and offered drinks and headed out on the lake.
Away from shore, one of the "friends" started razzing me with, "Don't you all think our 'cabin boy' has way too many clothes on?" And pretty soon the others joined-in demanding the "cabin boy" should really be naked like Kate had implied might happen.
I wasn't sure what was all behind this line of banter, so I looked to Kate for help, and was shocked when Kate just shrugged and said, "Hey, why not, we're all friends and adults here." This got the rest of the girls coaxing me to strip for them, even though they knew I wasn't the young Adonis-type of cabin boy of their fantasies.
Not certain how serious they were, I decided to call their bluff saying, "OK, if you want to see me naked, you're all going to have to show me your tits first."
I figured wrong and instantly they all had either pulled up or down on their tops or shirts and bras and I had twelve lovely pink nipples all pointing right at me.
"OK, Dave, its time to show us your stuff," Kate said, "we anteed up for you!"
Not to be a complete jerk, I stopped so I could teasingly strip for them with the same audacity they'd shown me.
We cruised on and were lucky there were no other boats moored in the cove where I planned to spend some time. After anchoring I suggested "If anyone wants to swim or "skinny-dip," this is a good time and place to do it."
Three shed their suits and the four of us got in the water naked. It didn't take long before the others undressed and jumped in to join us.
After an hour with swimming, splashing, and sunning we were back on the boat and after a while the girls reluctantly put their suits back on as we headed back to the dock. They insisted I stay naked until we among other boats.
Being pretty sure that along the way several of them had snapped pictures of me with their cell phones I asked them to delete them, but none would admit they took any.
For my own protection, I suggested, we get a group photo and with me naked and them flashing your tits again. Everyone agreed and got pictures on their own phones. I had insisted each of them, especially Kate, "pinkie-promise" to be discreet and not share their stories and most certainly not the photos, but I recognized I had absolutely no way to enforce my wishes.
At Kate's dock I got lots of hugs and thank-yous as they got off the boat and overall, it was an amazing and totally unexpected day.
When I got home, I gave Joan the run-down of everything: my cabin boy "uniform," the flashing of tits, photos, and skinny dipping. She 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'?"
I knew better than try to say, "it's different for a guy...." I could only manage to say, '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?" She asked playfully yet pointedly.
"Absolutely," I swore, knowing only too well she had a long memory.
The next summer Kate called Joan to tell her that her sisters and friends were planning another reunion at the lake and they all would love to have a boat ride again. She went out of her way to say she hoped Joan would be able to join in this year. During all of our socializing over the past year neither Joan nor Kate or her husband had mentioned anything about the nudity involved in last year's boating. It seemed her "pinkie-promise" held true. They confirmed the date and time when we were to pick them up.
Joining us again this year were the four sisters and two other friends of Kate's, and they all knew Joan would be coming along. While I suspected they probably started with Bloody Marys and mimosas early in the morning, they were in much less saucy mood this time. While I was glad they weren't maybe quite as giggly and reminiscent of last year, I certainly didn't want Joan's presence to put pall on their fun. Joan didn't harbor any ill-will over our group nudity whatsoever and came along being open, if not welcoming to whatever might happen
Once settled onboard, Kate introduced and reintroduced her sisters and friends to Joan and presented me only as their boat captain with no reference to my also being their "cabin boy." Kate must have put the fear of God into the others about keeping mum about last year and not getting me in trouble with Joan.
To help get some liveliness going, Joan got everyone a generous drink as we headed north on the lake. We took our time, stopping as Kate pointed out homes and other sights along the shore, and Joan played the good hostess keeping the drinks flowing.
Soon after getting away from homes, Joan surprised the group and most of all me, by pointedly asking "Don't you all think we could all use a good 'cabin boy' on this boat?"
Joan saying that broke the ice, clearly giving everyone permission to have the fun she knew we'd had last time. They all immediately joined-in suggesting, that the "cabin boy" should really be naked to make the cruise as special as last year. Joan's permission, if not enthusiasm got the rest of the girls to again taunt and goad me to strip for them with no guilt or apprehension.
I reminded them of the price of admission to this show, and Joan led the way by not just flashing her tits, but by taking off her bikini top altogether. The others responded in-kind by stripping to their waists too. These women were of various shapes and sizes, as were their breasts; and each one was absolutely beautiful. I was again a lucky man to receive this gift generally reserved for their husbands.
They made me stand up to steer again as they moved around to get the views they wanted, while Jo shot photos. I was so glad I didn't have to worry about what my wife would think about my stripping naked for six women, including our good friend Kate. That and the fact that they were all topless made me much more comfortable with my own nudity.
When we arrived at the northern finger of the lake there were no other boats moored in the cove at the end of a long no-wake area. I stopped in the shallow water, dropped anchor, and announced, "If anyone wants to swim or 'skinny dip,' this is the best time and place to do it."
Last year I had three women who immediately shed their suits and four who needed another shot of courage before jumping in to join us. This time, Joan was the first to shed her suit bottom and led the way as everyone got naked and join us in the lake.
We spent the better part of an hour swimming, splashing, and sunning, when a speedboat with five guys likely in their mid- to late-20s startled us by approaching at well above "no wake" speed. Feeling virtually ambushed, with no time to get back aboard, Joan and I just ducked around the aft end of the boat. I figured the other women would mimic Joan and squat down to keep their breasts hidden beneath the surface of the water. But something must have grabbed these guys' attention as they slowed significantly and turned abruptly our way for a closer look. As I waded out with Joan, I was immediately relieved that I didn't know any of our intruders and neither did she.
