"Man-o-man Hector's wife was gorgeous."
The second voice added, "She was Miss November a few years back."
Finally, as they walked away I heard laughter and one fading voice said, "Well with their money............,"
The last of my former classmates walked past. "Look at those old farts sitting by the dock," he said to the group he was trying to catch up with.
I hadn't moved, and I realized that they hadn't even recognized me. I was one of the "old farts" they referred to. Of course with my rolled up pants, exposed white belly and dirty ball cap pulled down over my eyes, I could understand. I probably did look like an old fart!
That's all I heard. What was going on? Jill was on the Mendoza's boat? I was dumbfounded. So I sat. Finally, I asked Frank if I could look at the Cuban boys boat, when it came in. He was still talking excitedly about the ten naked school teachers he had seen, but finally agreed.
We sat for another 30 minutes, but no boats were anywhere near the Marina. Frank started to get up, "I need to get home for dinner." I was getting worried, my mind pondered, "what if the boat sank? What if something had happened?" Jill and Little Jake mean so much to me, that I sometimes have an unreasonable fear that I will loose them.
But then Frank turned an ear towards a distant deep rumble and he settled back into the chair. "Here they come. You need to look quick. It's a fast boat, and those boys don't follow the 'no wake rules' near the Marina."
He got the binoculars focused. "Oh man, the blonde 'Playboy' wife is on the flying bridge, nekkid as the day is long. Look at those titties bounce."
Then he was quiet for a minute...finally, "Oh boy, three more on the deck. Mostly topless!"
My heart dropped. "Let me see!" I grabbed at the binoculars...
"Take it easy, You gonna be like that I won't let you look!"
"Please Frank," I pleaded, "I need to see."
He handed them too me reluctantly, "Just for a second."
I looked, the boat was moving quickly and it took a moment to get the focus. I saw a beautiful blonde standing at the wheel of an elevated bridge. Her body was tan all over and model perfect. She was completely naked. There wasn't a blemish or a body hair anywhere that I could see. Clearly she had been the recipient of some excellent plastic surgery. She looked like a goddess.
Next to her was one of the Mendoza brothers. He wore white Speedo swim trunks, his dark skin contrasting with the white material. His long muscles rippling as he helped the blonde steer the boat. Mendoza's eyes however were looking down at the deck. I followed his gaze down and immediately saw Steve and his wife Meredith. They were laughing into the wind.
Meredith was topless and her tiny breasts hardly moved as the bow of the boat crashed through the waves. Next to them was Sally, Jill's old room-mate. Now Sally is a big girl and while she wasn't naked, she wore a white tee shirt. It was wet and was plastered against her rolls of flesh. The tee shirt was transparent, her dark brown nipples showed through the material. She might as well have been wearing nothing, but I assumed that wearing the shirt made her a bit less self conscious about her size.
On the main deck, another couple had their back to me, they were leaning over the side of the boat looking at something. The man also wore a white speed-o, and I could tell from the chiseled body that it was the other Mendoza brother. A duplicate of the one on the bridge. The woman had her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a baseball cap and the ponytail stuck out the gap at the back of the hat in an innocent girlish manner. All she wore other than the cap were blue bikini bottoms that rode high on a shapely ass and hips.
The couple looked as if it were reaching for something.... then Mendoza, pulled his hand up... on the tip of his fingers was a blue scrap of cloth. The material danced on the end of his fingers, then the material ballooned out, and I realized that it was a bikini top. The wind filled the bra cups and the top was pulled from his hands by the breeze. The bra floated away behind the boat. He shrugged his shoulders, and turned laughing to face the woman.
She girl turned and said something to him. She was laughing as well. As her profile came into view........
I saw my wife. Naked to the waist, c-cup breasts bouncing with the movement of the boat.
Mendoza laughed again at her amusement. Then he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her a bit closer, steadying her as the deck rolled.
I spun the focus adjustment as the huge craft came closer.... and saw my beautiful wife's pink nipple rubbing against his lower chest, the hard protruding eraser tip nestled against his body. Then the boat crested another wave and my wife's breasts bounced up and down.... side to side... leaving obscene tit tracks through his thick dark chest hair.
