Carrie's Sailing Adventure – Getting Underway
Ok finally. Today was a beautifully sunny day with a perfect sailing wind blowing. We were all tired of working and excited about getting going, so we quickly showered and ate breakfast at the local café. Bob returned the rental car as we picked up some last minute essentials like more beer and a couple of bottles of wine.
Before getting underway I stripped off my T-shirt and shorts in the cabin and put a generous amount of sun block all over my body. Lisa asked if I was going to bother with my bikini or just go naked. I just laughed and reminded her that nude sunbathing really wasn't allowed but sure sounded like fun. Instead, however, I pulled this absolutely hot thong bikini out of my bag. This bikini, like most of mine, really isn't worth the effort, but it does meet the minimum required by law. At least when it stays in place.
It's hard for the bottom to be out of place since there is no back at all. It's more like a G-string than a thong. All there is to it is a couple of tiny stings holding a small strip in place over my vagina. The strings, after emerging from between my cheeks, split into an arc across the upper portion of my ass really highlighting it. That's probably the part I like best. It probably would help it slide around if I had a bit more of a butt. As it was, it had to be tied really tight to keep it from sliding down because there wasn't much margin for error. I had already shaved my pubic hair pretty much off leaving only a tiny vertical strip extending only about an inch above my slit. Even with that, it took a fair amount of attention to keep it covered. The bottoms weren't see-through, but you don't need much of an imagination at all to make out what was behind the thin material.
The top didn't provide any support at all since it just sits on top of my beasts and really doesn't cup them like you need. A portion of the lower side of my breasts was visible below the material and I didn't dare pull it down any further. It wasn't see-through either but also wasn't lined. The outline of my nipples and areolas were noticeable through the material. It was really only made for laying out and working on your tan, not any kind of physical activity. Not that I had planned to be playing volley ball or anything, but just walking around the boat getting things ready made it almost impossible to keep covered. It was that small.
Finally Bob got back and we got underway. It had been a while since I had handled the boat, so I was extra careful leaving the dock. I looked so cool at the helm in my bikini. All I needed was a pirates buff, (yes I've watched survivor) and a bit more of a tan and I'd really be hot. We cleared the harbor and got the sails up as soon as we could. It wasn't long after that that Bob started busting on me, saying, "Is this the fastest this thing goes?" You see he is a motor boater and this was payback for the my busting him about his power boat.
So here I am steering the boat and trying to concentrate on what I'm doing, and he's busting on me and teasing me. Lisa and Brad were all back with us and just encouraging Bob on at my expense. Bob moved behind me and started getting all cutesy with me while I'm trying to steer a straight course. It didn't take long before he's kissing my neck and rubbing my arms. After that he grabbed me around the waist and began rubbing his hard-on into my butt an moved to rubbing his hands up my stomach and in general getting fresh with me in front of Lisa and Brad. He's all over me while I'm trying to look out for other boats. Then his hands started slowly inching upwards until his hands are rubbing my breast through the tiny top. By then I'm starting to get pretty aroused. I was still however trying to steer when I felt him untie the strap on the back of my suit. I half-heartedly protested as he all but stripped off my top in front of my friends. From there he started cupping my breast under my loosened top and squeezing my already hardened nipples between his fingers.
The whole time Bob is all but making out with me, I'm steering the boat and Lisa and Brad are looking on enjoying me squirming and lame protests. I couldn't help but let out a sign as my arousal was getting the better of me. That seemed to be Bob's sign to take my top off completely as he untied the remaining tie around me neck. My top fell to the deck as I leaned my head back onto Bob's shoulders. He continued to work my breasts as I continued to get aroused. I glanced up just as another sailboat crossed in front of us. It wasn't really that close, but probably close enough for them to figure out what was going on.
Lisa threw Bob a bottle of sun block telling him he had better lube up those babies before they burn. As I continued to steer, he continued to rub lotion all over my body until it couldn't absorb any more. As he did my abs, he accidentally (or on purpose) ran his fingers down the front of my bikini bottom sliding his finger down the gap between me and the front of the suite. When I couldn't take it any more, I asked Lisa and Brad to take over at the helm. Having my hands finally free, I gave Bob a little of his own medicine.
So there I was not even on the boat an hour and all I had on was a tiny g-string bikini. I might as well have been naked for all it covered. Boats passing by probably though I was completely naked. Clothing somehow seemed out of place in a place like that, so I stayed that way for the rest of the day and then some.
After I calmed down from Bob's attention, I made sure everyone knew how steer and pick up someone if someone like me fell overboard. It felt weird but kind of fun running a mini sailing course while all but naked. I just had to be a little careful when I'd brush up against something. Once while I reached for a line mast my bare breasts brushed against the mast and some rigging. I got a 2-inch scratch from a loose bolt across my right breasts almost across the nipple. It didn't draw blood but hurt like hell for a while. Bob later called it my badge of honor worm proudly upon my bosom. All I knew was it hurt. Of course he helped with that also until long after the pain went away.
After everyone got used to steering, I settled in and laid out and worked on my tan for a bit. By then I was so relaxed, I didn't care if anyone saw me topless.
We were headed over to this little anchorage over on St Johns where we heard it was really quite. When we got there, I was disappointed to find three other boats there. We dropped sail and motored over to this spot that was furthest away from the other boats, yet close enough to shore that we could easily swim ashore.
Having anchored up we broke out the food and beer. Lisa and I cooked while the guys set up the table in the cockpit and drank beer. It was funny cooking since there was barely enough space for one person much less two. Every time I had to get by Lisa, my breast ended up brushing against her or the cabinets or something. Lisa was kidding me about my chest getting in the way, so I kind of brushed them in her face once when squeezing by.
I kidded Lisa about her telling me this morning to put on sun block since she was sporting a pretty good burn from too much time on the sun.
Finally, the food was ready and we sat back on deck and enjoyed our first dinner afloat. It certainly wasn't as eloquent as dining out but was really romantic and sexy since I still only wore only my tiny G-string bikini bottom. It felt so nice eating dinner under the open sky with a light breeze blowing while being nearly naked. Two other boats had pulled in and anchored close, but not close enough to make me put something on. I figured everyone wanted their privacy as much as possible which was fine with me.
