A friend provides a memorable erotic boating experience.
For months I had been looking for a sailboat, I scoured all the local newspapers and could not find what I was looking for. This was before the Internet, as we know it today. Just so, you get some idea of how long ago it was, there wasn't any internet and computer were still using punch cards.
I was at one of my customers' seashore sites and telling the beautiful keypunch girl, Barbara, of my dilemma. It was just an excuse to talk to her every Thursday when I came for computer maintenance. She asked if I would like her to bring in the local Sunday classified every week, I replied that that would be so nice of her.
Therefore, every Thursday she would give me the classifieds and we would chat about sailboats. She seemed interested and often said she would like to go sailing since she had never done so before. I told her I taught a sailing class at the local high school in my home area every other week, but she said it was too far for her to travel. I offered her sailing lessons on my sailboat once I got it; she said she was in for that.
After months of searching, I found the sailboat of my dreams, a 28' sloop that slept 6. It was loaded with all the amenities and made for cruising. I was able to purchase and move it to my yacht club marina just in time for the summer.
I could not wait to tell Barbara of my purchase, I let her believe that it was one of her leads. I said I would thank her by taking her on a sail next weekend. She was ecstatic and so was I; the thought of having a beautiful blonde thirty something alone for a sail was too exciting. I made sure to tell her to bring a bathing suit in case she wanted to swim.
Saturday came and Barbara showed up wearing short shorts and a halter-top, wow. It's the first time I ever saw her legs, they were long enough to reach her very shapely ass. She turned heads when walking down the dock to my boat; I could see people gawking trying to get a better look. It's not as if she was a supermodel, but she was very stunning. At about 5' 8" she was almost my height and had long blonde hair flowing back as the wind blew down the dock. With each step, her medium size breasts bounced in slow motion, almost like a beer commercial.
Once on board, I told her that I had a picnic lunch packed and we had cold beer and wine in the cooler, so we didn't have to rush back. We set sail for a small cove down the river to anchor and have lunch. I let Barbara take the wheel and steer us leisurely down the river. I snapped a few pictures with her at the helm, the wind blowing her long hair; she looked the part of a sailing goddess.
After anchoring, we broke for lunch, eating sandwiches and drinking a few cold beers. Barbara looked so gorgeous setting across from me; I just couldn't take my eyes off her. We exchanged casual chitchat after lunch and relaxed.
I was about to ask if she would like to go for a swim to cool off, when she asked, "Can we swim here?"
"Sure, did you bring a suit?"
"Yes of course, I got a new one just for this weekend," as she reached in her bag and pulled out a very small bright yellow string bikini that looked more like dental floss and Band-Aids.
"You can go forward to change; the door closes off the bunk area so you will have privacy."
I quickly changed into swim trunks in the main cabin area. Barbara came out, my eyes just about popped out of my head. This was the smallest bikini I had ever seen in person. Her breasts were just barely covered, a good portion of them hung out on either side of the small triangles covering her nipples. Her ass cheeks are fully exposed and just a thin strip covering over her pussy.
I set up the swim ladder so we could get into the water. Barbara let me go in first to test the waters, she didn't have to ask if it was cold, I yelped as I eased into the water. She cautiously followed, as she entered the water, her nipples begin to react to the cold. Two very hard nipples began to push on the bikini top; they looked like they might rip through the cloth at any moment.
She just let go of the ladder and fell in, instantly letting out a, "Fuck, this is cold."
She swam over to me and tried to hold on to me as if I was a life raft. My head went under briefly and as I came back up, she began to laugh, "Got you." I grabbed onto her and tried to push her under, my hand went past her head and hit her bikini top, and one tit fell out. She just looked at it and continued to play, grabbing me back. The more she struggled in the water the other tit fell out also, now two very nice breasts and hard nipples are on display. She did not attempt to put them back the bikini top. I thought I would orgasm right there; my hard cock was trying to push its way out of my suit. Fortunately, the water covered it up for the time being.
"I am getting cold can we get back in the boat Bob?"
"Yes, I'll help you up the ladder, just be careful."
She started up the ladder, stopped and tried to push her tits back under cover of her bikini. I wanted to say don't bother, no one is here, but that wasn't actually true, there was another boat coming into the cove.
Once back on board, we went down to the cabin to dry off. I had some large beach towels on-board and started patting her dry, as I came close; she grabbed me and planted a big kiss on me. I must have looked puzzled; I didn't expect that to happen. She responded back, "Didn't you want to kiss me?"
"Well, yes, but I didn't think ... that you ... would be OK with that."
Next she started putting her tongue in my mouth, we started going at it like a couple of teenagers. She removed her top and asked me to finish drying her. I did a very good job of drying off her tits especially her nipples. She responded by pulling down my swim trunks and started to dry me off. My cock had recovered enough from the cold water to come to life, as she held it in her warm hand.
She pushed me down on the main cabin cushion, got down on her knees, and put my swelling member in her mouth. She obviously had done this before; she sucked cock like a pro. I was going to come and was going to pull out, but she held me tight and let me come in her mouth.
Rapture, the feeling of her warm mouth on my cold cock and now the release of my cum in her mouth, what a feeling. Normally, when my wife gave me a blowjob she made such fuss at my cum touching her let alone coming her mouth, that it always ruined the climax feeling. Nothing like someone jumping up and gagging on my cum, to take away that wonderful feeling. Barbara, licked the cum off her lips like it was gourmet treat and smiled at me.
I wanted to reciprocate by eating her pussy. I removed her bikini bottoms and just stared at her blonde bush. Just as I was really getting into it, I heard another boat outside. I didn't think anything of it since we were down in the cabin, until I hear a voice call out, "Bob, you down there?"
"What the fuck," it was my friend from the yacht club, Jim Smith. Damn, what a way to end a moment, crap, did he see what was going on?
Barbara grabbed her bikini and headed for the forward bunk. I was trying to pull my wet swim trunks back on when Jim peered down inside the cabin.
"Hey, what are you up to?"
"Just having a swim," trying to sound nonchalant.
"Who's with you?"
"A friend from work," hoping that reply would put him off and would leave.
Barbara after putting her bikini back on came back into the main cabin. She looked embarrassed and had nowhere to retreat. Trying to ease the situation, I asked Jim, "Hey, do you want a beer?"
By now, Barbara relaxed a little and said she would take one too. I told Jim we would move up to the cockpit and sit. We all sat in the cockpit and had idle chitchat and drinking beer. Jim kept queering Barbara about her life; she just innocently answered his questions. The whole time my mind was racing wondering what did Jim see and when did he see it.
Jim was really looking over Barbara, as if he was trying to place her from a past meeting. Suddenly one of Barbara's answers triggered Jim's memory, "I know now, you and your husband are in the Monmouth civil war reenactors group."
Oh shit, Jim knows who Barbara is and knows her husband. Jim says, "Your husband is Carl and he won the black powder shooting contest last year."
Barbara hesitantly answers, "Yes."
Oh great Barbara's husband is a gun toting reenactor, my life is over. I suddenly got a flash of the newspaper headline, "Jealous husband kills boater with musket."
