The sun was hot as it beamed down on the water. The glints of sunlight dancing on the ripples of the lightly churning water was quite a light show. The gulls screeched overhead as they searched for morsels in the water. The marina slips were about half full with boats of all sizes and models.
As Jan and I walked up to our small yacht, the "Y Knot," we could hear the grumbling curses of the mechanic coming from inside the cramped engine space. Mike, a young but knowledgeable marine mechanic, was grunting and groaning as he tried to wiggle the heavy starter from between the hull and the big block diesel engine.
"Ahoy," I said loudly to announce our presence.
Mike lifted his head up to return my greeting. He smiled as if he was glad to have company. He smiled even brighter when he saw Jan stepping beside me. He always became dreamy eyed when he saw her. Mike was twenty four years young. He had jet black hair, deep sea blue eyes and the body of a lean, mean warrior. To top off his handsome, yet rugged face were a set of perfect, white teeth. In fact they were so white that one couldn't help focusing their eyes to his mouth each time he smiled.
Jan and I are in our early forties. She has fine blonde hair and is in great shape. We both have the normal sags here and there, but all they do is accent the character to our years. We both stay regular at physical activities to keep in shape. That's not why we do it, rather just the lifestyle that we are accustomed to. Jan is tall, in the range of six feet and has a great set of legs that measure in the area of about thirty six inches long.
After we went inside and prepared the "Knot" for a three day excursion, I went back out to the aft of the boat and offered Mike a cold beer. He declined saying that he wanted to get the new starter installed before he started to relax. So, I walked back to the car and grabbed the remaining bags of groceries and supplies.
By the time I had done so, Mike was climbing out of the engine hold and cleaning the sporadic smears of oil and grease from his arms and hands. "I'll have that beer now Shane, if the offer still goes."
"You know where the reefer is, help yourself Mike."
When he came out of the cabin, I couldn't help noticing that he had his head turned back toward the front of the boat where the bedrooms were located. In fact, he damn near walked right into the bulkhead of the sun deck door. I chuckled at his infatuation of Jan and stated, " She's Sweeeet isn't she?"
Mike seemed embarrassed by my statement and by being caught looking at her. He simply replied, "You are a lucky Mother Fucker, Shane!"
"Yes, I am little buddy, yes I am. Hey Mike, what are you doing tomorrow and this weekend?"
" Nothing really. I was just going to tinker around with an old Harley I bought for a hundred bucks, why? he replied.
" Well, I was just wondering if you'd be interested in a three day get away with us. We are planning going down and hop around the keys for a couple of days, maybe do some diving and fishing. Interested?"
"Hell yeah!" he said emphatically.
The next morning, we headed out around six a.m. By eleven we were about ten miles out of Daytona and decided to stop and drift a while. Mike was sitting on the sun deck in his cut off jeans and no shirt, just enjoying the smell and sounds of the ocean. I had set the tracking code into the GPS to keep our bearings while we drifted. Jan had just walked onto the bow with a large terry towel wrapped around her. I could see both of them while I stood in the crows nest, the tower where the driving controls were. When I turned to the back of the boat, I could see Mike's nose lift into the air and smell. Jan's soft scent was wafting to the back of the boat, carried by a light ocean breeze. Suddenly, Mikes head lifted up as he began to look for her.
Forward, Jan had dropped the large towel and began to spread it out to lie down on. Typically, she was nude under the towel, as was she this time. I watched her as if seeing her in a three D movie. Her evenly tanned skin was oh so soft. Her breasts swayed as the boat rocked ever so slightly as she straightened the towel. When she bent over, her firm ass cheeks lifted into the air, exposing her delectable crack. I could see her lips pout from between her thighs as she bent down. She then turned toward the rear of the vessel and began to tie her flittering hair back into a small pony tail. When her arms went behind her head to tie the pony tail, her breast stood tall and proudly on her chest. Her nipples were erect from the exposure and the soft breeze blowing over them.
When I turned back toward the rear of the boat, Mike was gone. I knew he was inside the galley, looking forward down the hall to watch Jan through the narrow doorway that led to the bow. I decide to sneak as quietly down the ladder to the stern. When I hit the deck I looked inside the galley, and sure enough, Mike was leaning against the counter, looking at Jan. One hand leaned on the counter, the other poised in front of him. I couldn't see his hand, but I could see the meaty muscle of his triceps moving in a repetitious manner.
I grinned broadly as I crept into the galley and managed to grab three beers from the fridge without him detecting my presence. Then in a normal tone, I blurted, "Cold one?" Mike jumped like he'd been shot. He spun around as if a lion was preparing to jump him. It wasn't until I thought about it for a second, but I imagine in Mike's eyes and inexperience, I was like a lion to him. I stand about six feet five inches tall, and well built for a man of my years. With my shirt off, my biceps bulge and waistline is trim and compact. My dusty blonde hair is tasseled from the wind and going in all different directions. It probably looked like a mane of a lion.
Mike began to stutter and stammer. I told him to chill out and not worry about it. I assured him that Jan has this effect on a lot of other people, including me. Her openness and the fact that she is totally comfortable with nudity, has a primal attraction to people.
"She is beautiful, man!" he said without a hint of embarrassment.
"Come on, lets join her."
Mike was quick on my heels as I walked toward the bow. Jan was lying on her back, legs partially spread and basking in the glorious sunshine. I twisted the top from the cold bottle and when it hissed, I said, "Ahhhh. Nothing like a good day on the water."