This latest story is based on teasing by some young ladies this summer. It evolves into sexual enticement and, of course, some unbridled risky sex.
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"Is this seat taken?"
I screened my eyes against the sun, searching for the source of the young female voice.
Christine. The cutest of my daughter's friends. She of the thick black wavy hair, the dark Italian eyes, the naturally red lips and perfectly even white teeth.
And, more recently, a lovely set of heavy round breasts, topped by bikini-poking nipples which were on full display in the white suit she had worn in the boat earlier. Breasts which had appeared seemingly overnight, or at least since the end of last summer.
"Oh, hi Chrissy. Of course not, saving it for you, honey."
"Thanks, Ski!" she smiled. "Wouldn't want you to be lonely out here all by yourself."
She turned and bent over to spread her towel across the couch next to mine, her firm, smooth heart-shaped ass peeking out beneath her floral cover-up, but not even close to covered by the bikini bottom, tiny stripes of untanned white skin peeking from beneath the seams. The small pouch of fabric between her legs gave a hint of the bush beneath.
This was the summer that Christine had bloomed. I had first noticed it a week earlier, when 5 of the girls had asked me to take them water skiing. I had never been so happy to own a boat. They all piled in and, as the tshirts came off, revealed the thong bikinis that my daughter had defended as "everybody's wearing them." It amazed me that parents, yes myself included, allowed our daughters to wear such ridiculously revealing swimwear.
I was towing four of them on the tube, only Chrissie was in the boat with me. After throwing the line out, she sat in the observer seat next to mine. I saw her take a sideways glance at me, then she made a show of yawning and stretching her arms over her head, presenting her lovely new breasts to my gaze.
Christine pretended not to be doing it on purpose, but she was so obvious that I almost laughed at the display. But there was no laughing, only admiring. They were absolutely perfect.
Then, earlier today in the boat, the show was repeated. I tried to spot a flaw in this teen's athletic body, but had no success.
I was careful enough to keep my mirrored glasses on, and watch the pretty girl's show sideways, disguising my attention. That seemed to frustrate her a little. After a few minutes she jumped up and climbed to the back of the boat, leaning over the back seat and presenting her lovely ass in full back-arched display.
Now there was no doubt about the bush, thick black hairs strayed from beneath the thin white strap which hid her little starfish, but not much more. Her suit wasn't pulled up tight against her, so the little pouch containing her thatch of fur hung down far enough to give a glimpse up the sides. I choked a little on my beer as she looked seductively back over her shoulder, turning enough to sway her hanging breasts.
I had a momentary vision of burying my face in that delicious ass, pulling the bikini aside for a taste of her honey. I was a little lost in the fantasy, until I saw Christine glance down a little and watched her expression go from a teasing smile to a look of surprise. She turned away quickly, obviously caught unprepared, as I turned back to the front, trying to hide the bulge in my own suit which she had obviously sighted.
Oh shit. The little teasing game had taken a disturbing turn. She'd seen her effect on me, my cock had responded to the slutty display; the high, firm ass; the mound of her bush, the heavy hanging breasts. Sunglasses can't hide that.
For the rest of the boat ride, Christine was unable to face me. Even back at the dock, when we were talking to each other she was always looking away. I felt terrible but, hell, she had learned a lesson. The power of her perfect little body had effects to consider when she played with men.
The presence of the other girls was the only saving grace, she was able to join in the horseplay, and it seemed the little incident was forgotten. For a while.
So we were alone again now in the sunroom. I had come in from the outdoor shower wrapped in a towel, and was waiting for a few of the girls to finish changing in my master bedroom suite so that I could dress. Christine came into the sunroom, I guess she was waiting her turn for the shower.
The greeting was the extent of our conversation, then we sat in awkward silence, both feigning interest in the tv.
But then an ad came on for one of the beach reality shows, and a clip showed a smoking hot chick in a white thong bikini bending over, then the scene cut to a guy's "wow" expression.
She snuck a look at me, and we both reddened, then she snickered, then began to laugh, bringing me to the same. That broke the discomfort, and soon we were both cracking up.
"I notice that they didn't show below the waist on him!" she giggled, which kind of shocked me. I didn't think she'd directly address the effect she'd had on me in the boat.
I reddened even more, but looking at her sitting there in her little coverup, nipples so obviously erect, I responded, "well, some things have a mind of their own, I guess." She followed my gaze to her breasts, and immediately crossed her arms over them.
"Oops, I'm just a little cold is all." she offered.
Joking to try to ease her embarrassment, I looked down at my crotch and said, "Uh, yeah. Me too." I mentally kicked myself for being inappropriate.
She laughed, but gave me a dubious look. "Um, isn't that, like, the opposite?"
"Yeah, guess you caught me."
She turned her face, and reddened as she confessed in a quiet voice, "me too."
The silence returned, and I didn't know what to say now, didn't want to be completely inappropriate.
Christine turned to me and said, "can I ask you a question, Mr. K?"
"Sure, you can ask me 20," I replied, referencing the 20 questions game we'd played with the girls during the car ride to the lake.
She hesitated, then asked quietly, "Well, you don't think I'm slutty, do you?"
As soon as she asked, she seemed to become totally embarrassed. I moved over to her couch and sat beside her. Her head hung down, hair screening her face. I lifted her chin and brushed her hair back behind her ear. "God no, Chrissie! You didn't do anything wrong."
I turned her face to me, her eyes were a little wet, she was so fucking beautiful I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her. I stopped myself at the last second, but touched her lightly on the cheek. "Look, you're a turning into a gorgeous young lady, you need to know that and realize the effect you'll have on men."
That brought a smile, "gorgeous, huh?"
I laughed, "I'm not lying, kid. You need to be aware of your power over those of us of the weaker sex."
She looked a little pensive. Then she brightened up. "19 more?"
"Huh?"
"You said I have 20 questions."
"Oh, right! 19 more then."
