Author's Note: All characters in this account are of legal age and no sex acts are conducted with any persons under 18. All rights reserved.
I've always been an early riser, and this morning was no exception. The boat was quiet as I slipped out of bed, taking a moment to enjoy the view of Chris's exposed pussy and breasts before I covered her with the blanket. I pulled on my shorts over my suddenly half-hard dick and padded in my bare feet out to the back deck. I pulled down the front of my shorts and stood there for some seconds, willing my body to relax enough and eventually peed off the stern of the boat, my stream making an audible tinkle as it hit the lake water.
I couldn't quite help but give my dick a few quick strokes after finishing, remembering how good Chris felt around me the night before. I was tempted to slip back into bed with her and go again, but last thing we needed would be to get caught by her mom, or even worse, her dad.
I pulled my shorts up over my hardon and walked quietly up the stairs to the upper deck to watch the sunrise over the lake. I stepped to the railing and looked around and froze for a moment. Standing on the small cabin cruiser anchored next to us was a woman in a bikini looking right up at me from only a dozen or so yards away. She had to be middle-aged, maybe forty or so, but she looked pretty damn good in the bikini. In a lot of ways, she was looking hotter than Aunt Mary.
She looked up at me with a smile, and without a word reached up behind her head and gathered her long, blond hair into a ponytail. She wound it around and around itself until it became a bundle high on the back of her head, the used a large alligator-type clip to hold it in place. Still smiling, she reached behind her neck and untied the string of the bikini top covering her quite large breasts. Holding one hand over her chest she held the triangles in place while she reached behind her back with the other and tugged the other string. She moved her arm and pulled the triangle top off, dropping it onto the deck next to her, her huge tits completely on display. Each large tit drooped down her chest like two massive drops of water, her dark-pink areola covering almost a quarter of the front of each orb, the pink circle surrounding a large, erect nipple.
Her hands went to her hips and untied one string holding a very tiny triangle over her pussy, and then, holding the triangle in place, reached for the second string. She started to pull the string and then stopped, looking up at me questioningly.
"Hell yeah," I said quietly, guessing she was asking if I wanted her to continue.
She frowned at me and let go of the string, holding the triangle in front of her. I heard her mutter something under her breath I couldn't quite make out from this distance. She formed her hand into a circle and then pumped it in front of her crotch as if jacking off.
"Ohhhh," I said quietly, nodding that I understood. Her scowl turned to a smile as I pushed the front of my shorts down and leaned against the railing, my dick poking out over the side.
She reached back to the tie on her left hip and tugged it, pulling the bikini bottom off and tossing it aside while still holding her hand over her crotch. She looked up at me, smiling, and made the jacking-off motion again.
I got the idea, wrapped my hand around my cock and started to slowly stroke it, making it even harder than it was. She responded by moving her hand and stepping her feet apart so I could see her pussy. She had a little patch of blond hair on her mound, trimmed into a little arrow pointing between her legs. She reached her hand down and stroked her fingers across her pussy, dipping her fingers between her lips and then holding them out for me to see, the rising sun glistening off the juices covering her fingers.
She said something I didn't understand, and then turned around and bent over. She pulled a little hose out of a compartment on the deck and used the nozzle attached to spray water all over her body. She bent again, picked up a small cloth and squirted something from a bottle on it and then stood back up to face me. With a smile glued to her face, she began rubbing it across her skin, suds forming on her body as she moved it around, covering her body with a thin coat of white, soapy foam. She spread her legs and rubbed the cloth between them, then turned around and bent over, doing the same while giving me a chance to see her ass. She set the rag down and picked up the hose again, using it to rinse her body off.
She looked up at me and let water from the hose dribble down her body, her free hand stroking down across her breasts, bouncing across her nipples and then streaming down to her mound and between her legs. She stroked herself slowly, moving her fingers in time with my strokes, each stroke gliding her middle finger between and across her lips. She said something, which I began to realize was a foreign language, possibly French. While I couldn't understand the words, it was easy to understand the sentiment. She was enjoying the show as much as I was.
I stroked my cock slowly, watching her finger her pussy, both of us getting more excited by the moment. The spell was suddenly and abruptly broken as another woman of similar age, wearing a long t-shirt stepped up out of the low cabin into the passenger cockpit, looked around and then saw the blond woman standing naked on the stern platform. She snapped something in their foreign language at the woman on the deck, who responded curtly before pointing up at me.
I quickly pulled my shorts up and covered my dick, feeling somewhat embarrassed at being caught masturbating with the blond woman.
The blond woman frowned at me and set down the hose before turning to the other woman and arguing with her about something, presumably me. The two went back and forth several times before the dark haired woman looked up at me. The other boat was close enough that I could see her roll her eyes in exasperation before inexplicably reaching for the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up. She turned and tossed it into the cabin, standing in the passenger cockpit as naked as the blond woman.
Her breasts were quite a bit smaller, her entire body slightly thinner than the blond woman who had a nicely-shaped, full figure. The blond woman drew my attention back to her and crooked her finger at me, saying something in her foreign tongue. She scowled and then, with difficulty, said in a very heavy accent, "Come this ship?" before smiling up at me again.
"Boat!" the dark haired woman snapped at her friend in heavily accented English.
"Oui! Come this boat?" the blonde said, looking up at me.
"You want me to come over there?" I asked from the railing. She frowned at me in response. "Me come there?" I asked, pointing to myself and then to her boat.
"Ah! Oui!" she said with a smile.
The only way over there was to swim, and that meant that I'd get there with nothing on and nothing to wear. It was still early, so I doubted that anyone else was up yet. I was still considering it when she made the jacking-off motion in front of her crotch again and then pointed to herself and pressed her fingers between her legs again. The invitation was clear, she wanted me to come over and have sex. "What the hell? Why not?" I answered, getting an even bigger smile back from the blonde, who clearly understood, if not my words, the inflection in my voice. I pushed away from the rail and walked to the stairs and down to the stern platform. I looked into the window and didn't see anyone moving around yet. I slipped my shorts off and eased into the water beneath the boarding ladder and pushed away. It only took a few seconds to do a modified breast stroke to the other boat. I grabbed the ladder and looked up at the nude blonde woman standing at the top. She smiled down at me and backed up as I climbed up to the deck.
She chittered something in what I was now sure was French, taking my hand and pulling me through the little knee-high door into the passenger cockpit. She picked up a small towel and raised her eyebrows while holding it, apparently asking permission to dry me off.
"Sure," I said, nodding, after which she came closer and began wiping the lake water off my body. She got to my now mostly-softened dick and knelt down in front of me, gently drying it and then, leaning her face toward me, engulfed my cock within her hot mouth. "Oh damn," I groaned softly before the dark-haired woman, standing against the drivers seat, arms folded across her chest, spoke.
"This is Michelle, and I am Aimee," she said in heavily-accented English. "My friend thinks you have a nice looking cock and wants to have sex with you."
"Hi, I'm Trevor. I kind of got that idea," I said, looking down at Michelle's mouth sliding on and off my again-hard dick, her eyes looking up at me cheerfully.
Michelle pulled her mouth off of my dick and said something in rapid-fire French to Aimee, who rolled her eyes in response. Michelle stood up in front of me and gently pushed me back until I had to sit on one of the padded bench seats that curved around the back and port side of the boat's passenger cockpit. She sat down next to me, turned my head, and pressed her soft lips against mine. While we kissed, she found my hand with hers and drew it to her lap, pressing my fingers between her legs in an obvious request for me to play with her. When she felt my fingers stroke her pussy, she broke the hot, wet kiss and twisted her body to allow her to lift one foot off the floor, moving it to the bench, causing her legs to spread and give me free access to her pussy. She said something again to Aimee, who moved to sit next to me.
