I think this is my new boilerplate for my stories in Jan 2023. Before I publish, I do everything I can to ensure they are of the quality this site deserves. I've been trying to find editors and getting nowhere for years. All I really need is proof-readers. A stray comma, a missing word or when I switch tenses without realising it. I've far more stories unpublished in need of proof-reading than published. So if you read the story and find errors, please contact me. I have stories going back 7 years waiting to be published, and it's hard to keep writing if I know I'll never share them. That's why I'm submitting another tranche of stories rather than let them moulder unseen.
Ancient in Greece, but not a ruin. Ch. 02
After a few hours of maintenance, and cleaning up my fishing boat. I was torn between stocking it up with some cold beers and lazing the afternoon away out in the bay. Or heading back to my place to take a nap. Then I heard a familiar voice call out to me.
"Hey, Henry. You remember Petra right?" Abigail said, pointing to her friend.
Petra was shorter and rather curvy. Both wore shorts and loose t-shirts that hung off one shoulder. Her dark hair was long and tied back into a ponytail. She smiled at me and I wondered if Abigail had told her where she'd been the previous night or what she'd done.
"I know it's cheeky, but I was wondering if you could take us out on the boat? I told Petra about you taking me to the beach the other day and she said how she'd have loved that. Her dad used to have a boat when she was younger."
I looked over and remembered that Petra had been rather shy in my classes. To be honest, I'd not really noticed her too much. She dressed in drab, dark and baggy clothing. When I looked now, I noticed her breasts were far larger than I'd suspected and she wasn't wearing anything under her t-shirt. Then I realised I was staring and scratched my nose and looked away.
"OK, fine. Give me 30 minutes to put some things together and we can go out." I replied.
When Abigail jumped with excitement, I noticed was also braless.
After buying some beer and soft drink, then making some sandwiches, I returned to the boat to see both girls sitting near the bow. The boat was a little over 5 metres, or 17 feet in old money, and had a full open deck. In the centre was a raised rectangular area that filled most of the space with hatches to store my catch and fishing gear. A narrow walkway went down either side of the storage space.
In minutes, I'd stored my stuff away, started the engine and chugged slowly out to sea. With no destination in mind, I headed out about 1/4 of a mile and then followed the coastline. Both girls sat on the forward hatch near the bow with their backs to me.
When I turned the boat east, Abigail slipped off her t-shirt. Showing her bare back to me. Petra turned to look and said something I couldn't hear over the engine noise. Abigail shrugged and twisted her head around to wink at me. The two talked, and then Petra looked back at me.
I feigned indifference as she gauged my reaction to Abigail, who took the chance to grab her friend's shirt and tug it up. They struggled briefly before Petra relented and pulled her shirt off herself. She was thicker around the middle and sat rather stiffly, trying to avoid anything that might make me see her boobs.
Abigail pulled out the sun cream from her bag and slathered it onto her chest and arms. Then handed the bottle to her friend. She stood up and turned to face me as she made a show of rubbing the lotion across her skin. Petra glanced around at me and I just looked aside before she caught me staring at her friend tormenting me.
When I looked back, I saw Petra was applying the lotion to her skin, but being very careful to face away from me. Then Abigail unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the deck. Leaving her naked.
"Abby, what are you doing?" Petra called out loud enough to let me hear over the engine.
"What? You suggested it." Abigail replied, then to me she added. "Petra wanted to find a place where we could sunbathe nude. And now she's chickening out." She took the bottle of lotion and rubbed some on her legs.
Petra twisted around to look at me, her face red with embarrassment. And not noticing she'd turned enough that I could see her entire side boob topped with a huge areola.
"Don't you think she should get naked?" Abigail asked.
"I'm staying out of this. I have no problem either way, and I will not let you bully her into doing it if she's uncomfortable."
"Come on Petra. Live a little." Abigail leant in and said something to Petra in a lower voice.
Petra looked back at me again, then at the deck, before standing and unbuttoning her shorts. Unlike Abigail, hers were tight, and she struggled to push them down. Giving me a slow reveal, as her naked bum came into view. It was astonishingly white compared to her lightly tanned back.
As she bent to pick them up, I got a sneaky glimpse of her plump pussy nestling between her thighs. Abigail picked up her towel and spread it out along the right side's walkway, then casually lay on her stomach, facing the bow. Petra tossed her towel down, then with one hand covering her pussy and her other arm trying to cover her tits, she spread it out with her foot.
Then she paused, as she realised if she duplicated Abigail's position, it would leave me in the perfect position to look at her pussy as she lay there. So she turned to face me and tried to get on her knees. But with the boat rocking, she needed to steady herself. The hand covering her pussy shot out to grab the gunwale as she knelt, then she had to release her tits and she reached out to lie down.
Her tits briefly hung down and swung about. Her areola were large and her nipples were hard. But I only saw them for an instant before she lay down. Putting her arms out in front of her and resting her cheek on her crossed forearms.
If I was that sort of guy, I could have free drinks from my friends if I told them this tale. More so if I'd brought my phone to take a sneaky photo. I let out a sigh and put my eyes on the horizon. A few minutes later, I looked over and saw Petra was peering at me to see if I was ogling. I gave her a relaxed smile and looked away.
When my home town was finally out of sight, Abigail called out and asked if I'd mind putting some sunscreen on her legs and back. I made an exaggerated exclamation of accepting an unpleasant task, then pulled the lever on the tiller to lock it in place and killed the engine. Abigail was resting on one elbow as I approached and she blew me a silent kiss before handing me the bottle.
"Make sure you squirt it all over my back." Abigail said suggestively.
"You're such a slut, Abby." Petra replied with a snigger.
Working my way up from the soles of her feet, I concentrated on what I was touching, but my eyes strayed from time to time to the pussy. I'd fuck just a few hours ago. My dick twitched at the memory and the faint hope of a repeat performance.
"You know you can get naked as well. That way, we don't feel out of place." Abigail said, as I moved above her knees.
"I doubt if Petra would appreciate that. She is stuck naked on a boat with a virtual stranger, who is also naked." I removed my shirt to at least show willingness, then resumed applying the lotion.
When I got to her upper thighs. A hand span below her pussy. I moved up quickly to do her back, but made a bit of a meal by applying the lotion to her buttocks. As my thumbs worked her gluteal sulcus, or the junction of the buttock and thigh. Abigail pushed back against me and moaned as my thumbs touched the sides of her pussy.
"God, Abby. Really?" Petra complained.
