As you can see from the publish date of Chapter 1, visualizing where this story will go has proven difficult. So instead of trying to capture the entire story in a single consolidated chapter I decided to tell the story in a series of vignettes which hopefully both advance the story and prove entertaining. Hope you enjoy and, as always, all characters are 18 and older throughout.
The Loneliest Road in America
"So, you want to swim over to the cruiser or not?" Tyler asked, holding my bikini top loosely in his left hand. "If you go, you know what they'll want, don't you?"
"No," I answered, "I don't know what they want. Explain it to me." This was a lie. I knew exactly what the guys in the cabin cruiser wanted to do. It was transparent. I'd been sunning topless on the soft cushion transom of the ski boat that Tyler and I had rented and anchored in the "adults only" cove on lake Burton. The guys from the cabin cruiser had caught sight of me and floated over in tubes. I had spent the last hour talking with them, while they spent the last hour staring at my ass and the side of my tits, which was all they were getting for the moment. But that could change. The whole thing, including the two beers I had downed, had made me hot and edgy, a little buzz creeping into the cleft between my legs. I was being more than daring since Missouri banned public nudity and made it a class A misdemeanor punishable by up to 90 days in jail. If I were arrested, it might sack my academic and cheer scholarship to Stanford and Tyler, my former history teacher and current lover, would be caught up in the ensuing mess. Even though I was 19 and recently graduated, the backlash from him being associated with a girl who was so recently a student in an episode of public nudity would almost certainly cost him his job.
And yet, there he was, smiling at me, egging me on, holding my bikini top just out of reach so that I would have to stand up and expose my breasts just to put it back on. I'd already surveyed the boats in the small cove we'd anchored and confirmed that there really were no kids around. That would have been a showstopper. No, this was the racy crowd and every lake had one. Lots of string bikinis, a few silicone sisters with enormous fake racks, a few cigarette boats lashed together at common anchorage, and lots of runabouts, house boats and pontoons. A seemingly preordained culture of beer, boobs and buds. I had nice tits, even great tits if I was being entirely honest with myself, and I wasn't afraid to how them off, even in comparison with the zeppelins all around me, so I actively considered my options.
But there was a question pending and Tyler, who was a bit of a literalist, answered my question very literally. "They'll ply you with liquor, or dope maybe if they have it. And they'll talk to you a bit to make sure you're good and relaxed. Then, they might suggest that you take off that top again and sunbathe just for them on the back of their boat. Or, maybe they'll hint that you need some more sunscreen to give them an excuse to rub it over your back, legs and ass, your tits if they get really lucky, perhaps dropping a few fingers between your legs as they oil you up to work you a little to see if they can get you going and to see how wet you are.
Or, maybe they'll skip all that and once they think you're ready, they'll get right down to business. They'll invite you into the cabin to "show you around" and have you lay down on the bed--you know, just to check it out and see how posh it is. There's almost guaranteed to be a good-sized mattress on a rig that big. They'll sit down next to you and run their hands over you, maybe kiss you on the cheek or the neck. They'll be light on the touch at first, just long enough to make sure you're hot and ready to go. Then they'll strip that tiny thong off your bottom and eat you out to make sure you're so hot that you don't get second thoughts and go all squeamish on them when you start seeing cock. Then they'll strip themselves and take turns feeding you that cock in every hole you're willing to give them access. Maybe one, maybe two, maybe all three or four at once, cocks in the pussy, cocks in your hands, cocks in your mouth, and they'll keep on fucking until they're all fucked out. In the end, you'll be a complete mess, hair a mess, pussy and ass red and inflamed from the penetration, probably some reddening from the spanking they'd give you on the ass or tits. Oh, and I'm sure you'd be covered with cum, almost a certainty."
Tyler knew exactly what he was doing to me. And it worked. His little storytime sent visions of sugar-cocks dancing in my head and turned the buzz in my pussy into a full-blown itch that demanded that I scratch it. The warm summer sun and the dozen or so eyes that had been ogling me as I sunbathed topless across the back of our boat had already warmed my quim, but this little chat was sending me into overdrive, and I was now sopping wet.
I stood up on the transom for the whole world to see. At least a dozen more heads immediately swiveled in my direction to catch a glimpse at my tits. I smiled at them all, waved, then dove in. "You can keep the top, I'm heading over," I said, emerging from the water. "But I would like you to join me, just in case." I swam through the deep clear green water towards the cruiser. My guess is that Gene, the guy who appeared to be their leader of the four guys who'd been visiting with us, was the one who owned it. Tyler followed, holding my bikini top in his teeth like a retriever.
It all went down just like Tyler said. Gene, the shortish stocky leader of the group handed me a beer waiting the moment I topped the ladder to his boat.
"I wish I had something harder, but this is it," he said.
"Looks like you've got something plenty hard already," I answered lightly. The tent in his denim swimming shorts was painfully obvious. His friends laughed, but each of them sported their own pup tents and were nervously covering them with their hands or beers.
"Can I get another one for Tyler?" I asked and heard a collective groan. Tyler topped the ladder within seconds, prompting one of Gene's buddies to ask, "what'd you bring that for?" pointing to my top, and got the expected laughter. Tyler accepted the beer with good grace and sat down with me on the back of the boat, holding my hand possessively, but not impeding my show in the least.
The "crew" as I began to think of them, were undressing me with their eyes. This didn't take much work because probably 95% of my body was already uncovered. I had debated whether to even buy the tiny ruffled burgundy string bikini I had on--it was so daring. Then I'd debated further whether to bring it, and a third time whether to wear it. It consisted of a very narrow strip of fabric to cover my pussy, which barely, if, covered my labia fully, a relatively narrow adjustable fabric triangle up front that could be made even more narrow if I wanted by squeezing it along the top, and a backside that was more thong than bottom and left at least two-thirds or more of my cheeks exposed. I'd never worn anything so daring in my life, but my recent episodes with Tyler had made me more daring than I'd ever been before.
You see, just two months ago we were teacher and student. Well, that wasn't exactly true. We were teacher and student, yes, but much more was brewing. I'd caught Tyler staring at me, more precisely staring between my legs at my panties, during class. It had shocked me at first, but when I went home and thought it over at the end of the day, I realized that I liked it, very, very much. So I decided to tease him and did tease him mercilessly, wearing short skirts that made it easy for him to look and buying colorful thongs--even polka dots!--to draw his eyes to me. The whole next year was a cat and mouse game and though he didn't know it, I was the cat. On graduation night we became a real item when I sent him a short film of me masturbating and he returned the favor a few days later. We knew there was an incredible attraction between us, and we decided to take this trip to the lake together to seal the deal.
So, showing myself wasn't entirely new to me. I loved the way the guys on the big cruiser looked at me, gazing longingly at my tits and crotch and ass, sneaking peeks when they thought I wasn't looking, then darting their eyes away when I caught them lusting. The cold deep water of the cove had temporarily dampened the heat between my legs, but only temporarily. Now that I was out in the sun, in the company of five good looking men, and semi-exposed to many more men in the cove, my juices were flowing again. I wondered if the crew could see that. If they could, it would probably just be a matter of minutes before they tried to devour me.
"You look like you're turning pink there across the top, might want to put some of this on to keep from getting sunburn," Gene said, and tossed me a bottle of suntan oil. SPF 4, yeah, he was worried about sunburn.
"Thanks!" I said brightly. I leaned back on the padded transom, lifted the little brown bottle, and squirted a healthy dose across my chest. I looked out at the crew as I spread the clear oil over my collarbones, shoulders and arms, then, squirting another load across my chest rubbed the liquid across my breasts, pausing to make good and sure that the nipples were fully covered and pinching them slightly for effect. I moved my fingers down over my ribs as I shot a third streamer of the clear liquid onto my belly. Every eye in the boat was trained on me. Every eye tracked the movement of my hand over my hot flesh. Every eye watched as I spread the oily liquid across my stomach until, reaching the bottom, I dipped my fingers just below the top of the tiny triangle front of the bikini and spread the oily liquid beneath it, leaning back and closing my eyes in response to the incredibly sexy sensations I was feeling. I squirted still more of the liquid on the top of my right and left thighs then spread around including downward towards my cunt. The crew was drooling, in most cases figuratively, and some actually. Tyler smiled, enjoying the misery I was inflicting. After all, he'd been the victim of it for months, so no one knew better than he the feelings I was engendering.
"I could use a little help on my back, Gene," I said and turned to rest my elbows on the transom. This had me bending at the waist and prominently pushing in the direction of the crew my firm tight ass and revealing the small, burgundy-colored band as it traveled between my ass-cheeks, across my pussy and clit, and on to the other side. I winked at Tyler as I turned and he smiled back, but I also sensed tension in him.
"Holy fucking shit," one of the crew muttered quietly as I went on display, while two others whistled. I saw two hands on top of their owner's laps, rubbing hard cock up and down beneath their shorts.
"I think we'd all like to be helpful Landrie," he said, and stood right by me, wedging himself between the side of the boat and my body. At first, he was all professional, squirting the liquid onto my shoulders and rubbing it into the back of my arms and in the top and middle of my back--the only places that I in fact could not reach, and spending only the time strictly necessary to get good coverage.
But when he reached my waist things really took off. He got down on his knees next to me and said, "we want to make sure you get really good coverage because any little part that gets left uncovered might burn, you know. And it looks like there are some sensitive parts here you wouldn't want to get burned." Then he took my right ankle, lifted my foot, and spread my legs further apart. I felt the tiny band between my legs pull slightly to the side and the summer air hit my wet exposed pussy lips on that side. Once again there were gasps from the gallery.
