He works too hard.
Ok, my life is much easier than my brothers and I know it shouldn't have happened but it did and I didn't see it coming or refuse.
It all happened when my brother bought a small boat on ebay. Dory-style fishing boat, with trailer and 50hp outboard. Cost him less than £1000 and he was delighted.
I had placed the advert and done the deal on his behalf. He was going to collect it and pay me later. As I had 'managed' the deal, he invited me to his place for the inaugural launch with him and his wife.
If you have read my previous story 'A surprising evening pt.1' you will know about my brother and his wife Danni. This happened after that night and so I suppose I should have been more aware.
I managed to get to their place on the coast at around 10am. Danni informed me that Pete had to go in to work as they were stacked out with work. It was Danni's day off and so the reception would be manned and Danni wasn't conversant with computer repairs (their line of work) anyway.
Now I have never launched a boat in my life but fortunately Danni knew what to do. We loaded the boat with the fishing gear, some cold beers and a few sandwiches. She even had her iPod with speakers so that we would have entertainment.
Being the muscular type, I had the job of getting the trailer away once the boat was afloat with Danni in it. The job was more simple than I had imagined and soon I was in the boat and we were heading out to sea at a decent rate of knots with Danni in charge.
The day was very hot and sunny and by the time we reached the closest known fishing area, Danni had handed over the controls to me while she removed her top and shorts to reveal a lovely pink bikini with white edges and straps.
I had been concentrating on navigating our course by the sun (as you do) and being a virgin skipper and navigator, I was probably concentrating on my duties too seriously but noticing Danni in her lovely bikini with a great shape especially for her age, I relaxed a bit and began to rise to the occasion.
Danni ordered me to shut down the engine and get the tackle ready. I 'demanded' a cold beer -- launching, navigating, ogling, all brings on a thirst and a cold beer seemed very appropriate under the circumstances. I was duly served and sorted out the tackle on my two rods as Danni did the same with hers. It was soon apparent that Danni was much more experienced with her tackle than I was and she was ready to cast her lines much sooner than I.
I really didn't need the comments like 'Are you always this slow' or 'Is that the moon coming up over there' to encourage me. I did perk up when she removed her bikini top, without asking me if I minded. As if I would!
You may have heard the term 'all fingers and thumbs' well, my new one was 'all knots and tits'. Have you ever tried to do knots in fine nylon line with a pair of lovely exposed tits nearby?
By the time I actually cast my two lines, Danni had her lines in and was relaxing in the prow, with a rod in each hand and a finger on each line, slightly gyrating to the sound from the iPod and humming away. She was TOPLESS! OK, maybe I was a little obsessed but this was new territory for me. I was hot...and HOT and trying to fish, oh, and trying to be nonchalant.
She got a bite. I had to bring her other line in as she played her line. We were side by side and I was reeling in as quickly as I could as with every wave, she was banging against me. I couldn't help it but I was still rising to the occasion.
The fish was very small and ugly and not worth keeping so Danni soon had it unhooked and back to the depths. I meanwhile, had developed a tit obsession, so I had another beer. Danni must have been aware of my compulsion and she was determined to tease me. All of a sudden she pronounced that she was burning and asked me to cream her back. I can honestly say that a woman has never, ever, asked me to do that -- and so I did!
She found the suncream and I delivered the potion. Ok, I gently, massaged her tender body with -- her cream. It was wonderful. The sea was calm, the lines were quiet and her skin was tender and pliant. I began to hum in tune with the song she was murdering on the iPod. I was actually feeling great as I applied the cream being very careful to include the sides of her breasts during the application.
I became aware that she was responding more to my 'innocent' massage, rather than the iPod song. I tried my luck a bit and extended the massage to cover her nipples, expecting her not to notice. I'm not sure if a big "Mmmmmm" actually means much on paper but in real life it's a big turn-on. My creaming session began to explore more of her tits and tummy and sought to extract a few more 'Mmmmm's'.
Now you may have experienced this yourself but there is a time when your BLADDER actually controls your next few moments. You can be going along quite nicely, verging on a climax, orgasm, it really doesn't matter because your BLADDER decides -- it is full! Now, what do you do. I think Danni was on the verge of a mini-orgasm (OK, she was showing some interest, that may constitute a mini-orgasm...in my mind anyway). There is no escape. A man has to do what a man has to do...so I did.
Now I did say that I wasn't exactly experienced in this seafaring stuff but I do know that you DO NOT piss into the wind! I delicately asked Danni to move 'amidships' whilst I proceeded to empty my bladder at the blunt end. I'm not sure but I got the impression that Danni wasn't impressed -- at first.