The gentle rocking of the boat had roused me from my sleep, and I snuggled up against your naked body next to me. Our third day of sailing on the Aegean Sea had brought us into this cove tucked into the leeward side of a small, rocky island south of Keros.
My mind raced with all we'd done since leaving port in Adamantas just a few days ago.
We'd hired a small crew of two able-bodied sailors for a meandering sail around the Greek Isles to take care of everything for us: navigating, anchoring, meal prep, clean up and housekeeping. We'd chosen wisely, as our two guys knew all the best mooring spots and the peculiarities of local winds which meant we were free from any and all responsibilities.
Our week's arrangement with the crew was to spend each day sailing and then find a mooring spot around some island with a couple hours daylight left for us to take a refreshing swim and maybe do some exploring on land. We'd return to the boat to freshen up and tuck into a dinner plated just in time for us to enjoy the sunset as we ate. Then, once we finished eating, the guys would clear off the table, clean up the mess and drop belowdecks to afford us some time alone under the stars before retiring to our own berth.
And so far, it was working out like a dream. Each day, our crew made sure our wine and water glasses were never empty and the fruit and cheese platter was constantly replenished. I loved being able to sit out on the deck next to you, listening to music, reading our books and dozing off in the sun. We wanted for nothing as we spent our days riding a wave of slight intoxication in the fresh air and copious sunshine reflecting off the bright blue sea.
In your buzzy state, you'd remarked, with increasing frequency I might add, how cute our sailors were in their crisp uniforms hanging smartly atop their athletic builds. Indeed, I caught you more than once with your fingers tracing your lips as you watched them move about the boat. In typical European fashion, their shorts and slacks were tight across the hips, affording you a good idea of what would be found underneath the fabric.
And, now in the darkness of the berth, as I reflected back on what happened earlier this evening, I knew tomorrow would be the day you got to see what they looked like out of their uniforms. As I spooned you, my cock started growing and pressing up against your ass while my head filled with visions of what might happen with our naked sailors. I felt you wiggle back into me to nestle me between your cheeks, as if you were sharing the same visions as you slept. I pushed up harder against you as I recounted our nights on the water so far.
Our first night after dinner, my inhibitions were down from the day of drinking and of sun and of seeing you ogling the crew. A few minutes after the crew finished cleaning up and we were left alone on deck for the evening, I decided it was time for a swim. I stripped naked on the deck and jumped in the water on my own before convincing you (pleading with you?) to do the same. You finally acquiesced, pushing the straps of your summer dress off your shoulders before letting the light material fall to the deck at your feet. Your tan-lined breasts were gorgeous and your nipples hardened as you peeled off your pink lace thong and jumped in with me.
You swam over to me with a bright smile on your face, confessing you hadn't skinny-dipped since you were in your teens back home on the shores of Lake Macquarie. Knowing you'd grown up in Australia beach culture, I still marveled at how few times I got to see you topless outdoors. Your body was simply fantastic, and as we kissed while treading water, I made sure to touch you in all the right places to show my appreciation.
The second night, under yet another sky bedazzled with so many stars, you'd been first to strip down as soon as the crew disappeared belowdecks. I don't even think they were out of hearing range as the buckle on your shorts hit the deck and you giggled as you flung off your bikini top.
