The three of us went into town for lunch. We tentatively planned to depart later that day, but nothing was pressing. Weather looked good, and there was no more than normal marine traffic to the north.
Some curious looks as we started the walk from the port into Margarita Village for lunch, you in between Brian and I, we holding your hands, a bright smile on your face. Nachos, margaritas for you and I, then typical Mexican fare. It always tasted better south of the border, the cooking methods were closer to tradition than in the States.
We picked a table toward the back of the second story patio, sitting fairly close to one another with you in the middle. You two were more in the sun with your backs to the street than I with my back more to the interior wall. I was a little sunsoaked, so the shade felt good.
The tablecloth was conveniently placed as well.
We ate slowly, chatted about this, that. Brian's ownership stake in the boat, costs to maintain it. Most vacationers didn't get this detail, but we weren't your average vacationers either, you having intimate details of the captain before we boarded. In between sips of his iced tea, I could see Brian's hand moving in your lap, slowly turning circles around your clit. You'd helped him by pulling up your skirt, your plump lips sunning like your shoulders in your tank top. Were there underwear, it would be wet then discarded.
I excused myself for a brief trip to the bathroom. As I exited into the shadow, I watched another subtle orgasm cross you, eyes closed. Our waitress stopped me before I returned to the table, snapping the edge of my lace thong enough to make me realize it was exposed. I pulled my shorts up a little further and she smiled at me, knowingly. Another round of drinks appeared, and with it her smile and a wink at me...then a courteous nod to you.
Margaritas. Enchiladas. Tea. Tacos. Contented, dazed looks from you, sending kisses to me now and then while Brian satisfied you, slowly, repeatedly. You rubbed his cock in return through his shorts. Occasionally stroking it softly through the fabric. Subtle orgasms, your eyes closed.
Lunch finished, I paid our check, and we headed back for the door. Me in the lead, holding your hand, you holding Brian's. A bemused look from our waitress. I left her a healthy tip for her circumspection. Her curves helped too.
Hand in hand, we headed to the port. You and were I a little tipsy, Brian obviously sober since he had work on our return to the boat. You headed below, and I cast off our lines for him, while he made contact with the harbormaster, and we eased our way back to open water.
You'd gone below to our quarters, and after we were heading west toward open ocean, I joined you.
Everything was dark as I entered our suite, my eyes still contracted from topside sun. I was effectively blinded for a moment as I entered.
Not like it mattered for long. You were essentially right in front of me as I entered, and put your arms around me thrusting your tongue into my mouth almost as I came in. I felt my cock stir as I returned the kiss, arms wrapping around you.
You broke the kiss, and kissed my cheek, whispering to me, "that was so hot watching you watch Brian and I in the restaurant. He made me cum just from rubbing me...and you got to watch."
"Of course it's hot, I always enjoy watching you enjoy yourself - whether it's just you, or with another lover."
You kissed my cheek, and lifted my shirt over my head. My arms briefly trapped over me, and I still not able to see, you latched onto my left nipple, licking, chewing, sucking. You know how sensitive mine are, and you make the most of it.
I inhaled sharply, as sharp as the bite to my nipple, before you pulled my shirt off the rest of the way. You tossed it to the floor, then went right to my belt, undoing it and dropping my shorts. I stepped out of my sandals, my red toes becoming visible as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of our suite.
I stepped over my shorts and my feet flattened on the floor. Your lips went right to my thong to kiss my hardening cock through the toe-matching red lace. Mouthing it, you pull me into you, your hands on my ass. I reach down and stroke your hair as you pull my undies aside and suck my cock for real - no fabric, no cage.
My eyes continue to adjust, and I look down at you, seeing you smile around my cock as you look up at me, on your knees, slowly fucking your own mouth by pulling me into you. You bob up and down, stroking me with your lips and tongue. Fully hard, I'm enthralled with the sensations.
My legs shudder a tiny bit, so you stop and stand, kissing me again, then push me toward the easy chair. I step back and sit, and you're immediately on your knees sucking my cock again. I lean my head back, moaning, and recline my arms onto the arms of the chair.