It had been a long day sail with good weather all the way and temperatures in the low 30's centigrade. The wind had been a nice force four or five and we kept the speed down to a comfortable six knots. As we neared the harbour entrance we both put sarongs on as we'd sailed naked all day as we often did. We had a dog house over the cockpit so we had shade but we still wore hats. I was easy to get sunburned at sea so it was a good excuse to oil each other up as we took turns at the wheel.
We dropped the sails and motored gently up to a mooring buoy where Carol leaned over the bow with a line to lasso it. She missed with the first throw and had to coil the line back up for a second try. She threw it harder this time and as she did so her sarong fell down to around her waist. A wolf whistle came from across the water as she bent down to tie off the lines. She put the sarong back in place and scanned the harbour without success looking for the watcher.
"You didn't waste any time," said Bob smiling as Carol passed through the cockpit and went below tutting to herself.
Bob stayed on deck to tidy away the lines and sails and as he worked a man in a small dinghy rowed up along side.
"Nice boat." said the stranger. He asked about the make, the age and the engine.
He was about the same age as Bob. He wore only shorts and was very suntanned. Bob thought that he seemed to be a nice guy so he invited him on board for a beer.
They sat in the cockpit and talked of boats and sailing. He had a 12 metre ketch tied up on a pontoon in the harbour. Bob suddenly remembered the beer and called to Carol through the hatch.
"Oh hello," said Carol as she came out with a tray of beers, "I thought I heard voices."
Carol set the tray down, sat down next to the guy and flashed a quick sexy smile and a wink at Bob.
"This is Mike," said Bob, "he's been admiring the boat, he's got a ketch in the harbour." Bob introduced Carol and as Carol put her hand out to shake his, Mike took it and kissed it to the surprise of Bob. It made Carol giggle and she ran her fingers through her blonde hair and blushed..
The beer was quickly finished and Carol went below to fetch some more.
"You've got a lovely wife," said Mike. Carol heard him as she climbed the steps to the cockpit. "That's nice," she thought. A heady smell of perfume was in the air that wasn't there before and Carol had put on some lipstick.
They talked some more until Bob said, "Why don't you show Mike around the boat, I've still got some work to do around the deck, it shouldn't take long.
A happy Carol stood up, taking Mike by the hand and led him below while Bob went back on deck to continue flaking the sails down and tying lines off.
He'd finished in about twenty minutes and returned to the cockpit to finish his beer. He could hear the occasional talk and laughter from inside the boat, Carol and Mike were obviously getting along OK so Bob sat out and enjoyed the evening.
Eventually, there came the sound of a cork being pulled and the clink of glasses. Carol appeared from the saloon with a bottle of fizz followed by a sheepish Mike with three glasses. She had her sarong around her hips showing off her suntanned tits. They were big and full and she brushed them against Mikes arm as she sat down next to him. She leaned forward across the table to give the bottle to Bob and sitting back, brushed against Mike again. Bob said nothing about the sarong as he poured the prosecco.
