Lydia's lay on her stomach on the deck of the large yacht anchored alone, a mile from shore. The turquoise water lapped delicately against the hull. She flipped the page of the paperback book while her only foot floated in small circles above an upturned knee. Her slim attractive body betrayed her age. Most people thought her only in her early twenties though she was more than twice that age.
She read to herself. 'What have you been thinking about? The older woman looked at the young man's bulging pants and listened to him say it had been her that had excited him, that he loved looking up her skirt and finding no panties.'
Lydia ground herself against the towel, massaging her engorged clitoris. She had always enjoyed that part of her body. It was both longer and larger than the ones she had seen in pictures. She was proud of that. One hand held the pages open. The other toyed with a nipple peaking from the small swimsuit top.
Sam sat along the side of the boat and glanced at Lydia. In the stateroom behind him, Joe groaned as Alice screamed in pleasure. Joe was three years older than Lydia and had inherited the yacht from their parents when they died in a brutal car wreck. She had inherited the house. Alice was a distant cousin, slightly older than Sam was. She had been Joe's constant companion for the past few months.
Joe and Lydia would spend two months of each summer sailing the waters of the Caribbean and Gulf of Mexico. Sam's mother had been a close friend of the family for years and he had just moved to live with them while attending the University beginning in the fall.
He continued to listen to Alice. He had dated a number of girls and had even felt up a few, though had never touched those 'places' that were so often mentioned in his mother's favorite books, even the one Lydia was reading. He had sneaked a few, even memorized the words describing a woman's body and how to make love.
"Fuck my pussy ... harder," Alice moaned, her voice low, almost possessed. "It's on fire."
Sam leaned his head closer to the porthole with the curtain drawn. His hand slithered inside leg of his boxer swim trunks and held his erection for a moment before beginning to stroke. He imagined he could hear Joe's cock sloshing though her wet pussy and the balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. His hand stroked and his crotch jerked with each of her moans. Joe grunted quickly and she begged him to fill her. The warm white fluid gushed along Sam's thigh.
The ooze turned to crust in the hot sun as he listened to muffled talk from the stateroom. Joe was encouraging her to keep sucking his cock, talking of how he wanted to fill her mouth with his jizzum. He could feel his erection start to return. Sam loved to stroke himself and feel the streams leave his piss hole. He wondered what it would be like to have someone do that for him. He could never do it enough.
Sam glanced again at Lydia. Her lone foot was still in the air, still making little circles, and sometimes flexing at the ankle. She wiggled her hips and the piece of cloth tightened its grip on her mound, digging deeper between the lips of skin surrounding the opening. 'Pussy lips,' he told himself to encourage his erection to grow even harder. Behind him, Alice told Joe to 'eat her box' and 'shove his tongue deep'. Sam watched Lydia's hips move. She appeared to make love to the deck below the towel.
His eyes drifted to the left leg that ended not far from the hip. He thought about how she'd told his mother at Christmas during a visit, that she would be 'losing the leg'. Lydia didn't seem to mind either having only one leg, or letting that part of her show. Neither did Joe. Neither did Alice. Strangely, he found it exciting as well. He had even pleasantly 'jerked off' - his favorite phrase for the action - a few times thinking about it.
As he stared at her hips, the short piece of thigh moved to the side providing a better glimpse of the tight swatch of cloth over her mound. He tried to imagine what it would look like without the swimsuit bottom. Perhaps it would be spreading open as the hips moved, inviting him inside. The thick warm wetness would allow him to slide easily and deep into her. Her ass would be against his stomach and her would fondle her firm tits with nipples erect from his touch. The leg of his trunks pulled high. Drops of fluid already graced his piss hole. Her hand reached under her and between her thighs. Fingers rubbed over the mound pulling the fabric inside. Her hips gyrated slowly. A stream of fluid arched though the air. Another landed near his ankle. Another landed on his knee. He continued to watch her fingers touch. Inside, Alice moaned loudly several times as Sam's streams subsided.
As Lydia read each page, the fire in her mound grew. The woman in the story was comfortable with the fact that he was much younger and sat atop him with his cock inside her. Lydia saw feet beside her. Filled with thoughts of the book and strong urges, she struggled to clear them away as she rolled onto one side.
"What have you been up too?" she cooed in a soft sensual tone. She saw the remains of Sam's activity on his leg and the lingering erection renewing itself in his trunks. "Sit with me for a while." She patted the towel beside her and stared at tanned skin of his bare chest.
He sat facing her and glanced into her cleavage then at the buxom redhead with flowing locks of hair on the cover of the book, the pages parted against the deck. "Enjoying the book?" he quizzed with a huge grin. His stare returned even deeper into the cleavage, as if to will the top to fall from her body.
Her knee rested against the towel as she drew the foot up close to the end of the stump then adjusted the bikini bottom at one side. The heat pouring from her mound felt as if it would set the cloth on fire. She looked down and noticed a patch of wetness. She wondered if he would notice. "It's one of my favorite," she said with a glance between his thighs. The material pulled away from the skin leaving a clear view inside the pants leg. She could see the swollen head and it was closer to the hem that she could have imagined. "It's exciting." Her stare continued as the head moved closer.
"Like you," he said followed by a huge smile. "You look beautiful."
She felt his stare and it aroused her, as had the passages in the book. She told herself to put the feelings away. She failed. A deep breath swelled her chest and a cup of the swimsuit top moved slightly, exposing the beaded skin around the nipple.
"Your eyes are raping me," she moaned.
"Whom better to do that?" His voice was jovial. His hands reached out to the side as he shrugged his shoulders.
The seeds sown, she knew she could have him. She glanced around the deck.
He watched, assuming her thoughts like his. "They're still fucking ... like bunnies."
"How do you know?"
"I was sitting on the deck outside the stateroom. From the words, I doubt there was anything they didn't do to each other."
"Really-y?" she drawled. The wetness began to slip from under the cloth onto her thigh. She dabbed at it with several fingers then left them almost touching the cloth directly over her mound.
Without thinking, he pulled at the end of the pants leg and rested his hand over the head then stroked it a few times. When he realized what he was doing, he said, "Sorry," and quickly pulled the pants leg down.
"Don't be. What I could see looked quite nice."
"Like Joe's cock?"
She looked slightly uncomfortable as she thought about the times she and her brother had been together. "You know?"
"You both have needs. I don't mind."
"Yeah-h, like his cock."
"I saw you touching yourself a while ago."
"The book was...."
"What, turning you on?" He chuckled as he gripped the erection through the material. "So much sex in the air ... seems natural." He felt proud of himself for the comfort he felt talking about such personal feelings.
She pulled at the edge of the fabric exposing the rest of the nipple. The fingers moved away leaving it exposed. "Do you think I'm pretty? Without my leg...."
"Shush," he replied with a finger over his lips. He pulled the pants leg up and began to stroke his shaft. "You're so-o sexy." He pointed at her crotch and with an exaggerated motion of the other hand along his shaft, invited her to touch herself.
She moved the nearby fingers over the cloth and began massaging lightly while letting a soft moan drain from her mouth.
"Inside...."
