NOTE: I hope everyone enjoys this story. I love to sail Long Island Sound, in the Southeast area of Connecticut. This is a true story of what happened to me last summer but, with a wink of my eye, I have added some literary license. Enjoy!!!
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I love to sail the Long Island Sound. Warm June breezes and sun. July brings cool on-shore winds late in the day. Tricky August fog. A blast of wind, fall colors, and a tearful goodbye as September ends.
But...most of all...late June. Normally, I sail alone. However, my next door neighbor expressed her interest in sailing, so...why not? I am 47. She is a young professional buyer for an upscale department store in Hartford. Bev was 29, single, and attractive. She had the body of a nineteen year old...golden hair down to her shoulders, clear eyes and complexion, nice teeth, olive skin. And yes, a firm ass, tiny waist, and breasts just the right size for cupping with my hands. And for sucking those nipples.
Bev expressed an interest in having her sister, Ellen, come along too. Ellen lived in Rhode Island. A quick call to give directions to the marina and shortly afterwards, we all met at the marina.
The sisters were quite different. Ellen was 6 feet 1 inch, with black silky hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion. Her tits were larger than her sisters. Ellen had the most glorious ass I had ever seen, quite pronounced under her tight white shorts.
After a quick change, we got underway. Both girls had on bikinis, exposing most of their tits, with nipples hardening under the breeze. The bikinis covering their bottoms were mere patches for me to enjoy. At the sight of their two lovely bodies, glowing in the sun, I was getting an erection.
As the vessel left the marina and entered the Sound, I asked the girls to help out by raising the sails. Under my direction, they gladly pitched in. It was a pleasure to watch. As they bent over, I could see lovely breasts. I knew they knew I was watching. But, bending over as they tied off lines, I could see the lips of their vaginas ruffled amongst the bikini fabric.
We got underway. I loved the way the breeze blew through my chest hairs. I had nothing on under my nylon shorts. I also could feel my erection growing but I figured it would go away once the girls stretched out on deck.
This was fun. Both girls were whispering and giggling. Cool jazz was playing, which added to the perfect mood. I asked Bev to pour the margaritas I had brought along. We were all totally relaxed.
About a half hour later, Ellen said, "Let's take our tops off, if that is okay with you Peter"? I couldn't believe my ears, but yes, it did happen. Ellen then unfastened Bev's top. I couldn't believe it...these girls had beautiful tits, pointed, not sagging at all. The caress of the breeze made their nipples become erect and swollen. Just like my cock, which was really beginning to be a problem.
The girls could tell. I knew they could tell. My erection was out-of-control and I knew it. I knew it because of the whispering and the giggling. Women do this when they start to get turned on. Not much I could do about it, and THEY knew it.
As the breeze picked up, the number of margaritas picked up also. We were really skimming along the waves now. Bev came back and suggested I join them up forward. I quickly put the boat on autopilot. I couldn't help myself at this point, and the two girls just giggled.
As I came forward, Ellen was really bold. She suggested we do a "three way"...a sort of "hijinks on the high seas"!! What could I do? I had a full-blown erection at that point, not to mention I was really turned on. The girls wiggled out of their bikini bottoms, and revealed shaved pussies. I guess the two girls had some things in common. Both their vaginas sat high between their legs, pink lips already swollen, ready to fuck my cock that they had so erotically been teasing. I was pulling my foreskin back...in anticipation.
