"Oh my God, I can't believe it, a yacht!" Gus Henderson's daughter, Danni, squealed in excitement, "Thanks, Dad." She planted a kiss on his cheek, her lithe body pressing against him as she did, not seeming to mind that his hand moved to her waist and gave it a squeeze, and if she noticed his cock was hardening she said nothing
Not that Gus was really turned on by her -- sure he was a red-blooded male and his dark-haired, long-legged daughter was damn sexy -- but his eyes were mainly drawn to her best friend (and the daughter of his long-time buddy) Natasha Grey. She was equally excited as they stood on the quay next to the small yacht (or perhaps large cruiser) that had been hired for the weekend to celebrate the two teens' first weekend as ex-High School students. Natasha's hair was lighter and shorter than her friend's, but she was just as slim and slender and if her breasts were slightly larger than Danni's, they were equally pert and firm. She too was gabbling excitedly at Bryan, her Dad. The two teens thought that the two divorcees were taking them to a camping site or at best a hotel, perhaps with a swimming pool and a chance to play volleyball, with a decent steak dinner in the evening. Given it was the Dads' paying and they'd both be soon off to college, the two teens had acquiesced to the weekend, if without overt enthusiasm, at least without appreciable sulkiness which was probably the best that could be expected with eighteen-year-old girls.
"I hope you packed bikinis," Gus said as his daughter disentangled herself, though whilst he was talking to Danni, his actual hope was that Natasha had.
"Of course, though we were hoping for a place with a pool, not a freaking yacht," Danni literally walked over to reach out and stroke the side. "This is going to be a weekend to remember, really."
Natasha joined her, standing beside the gangplank and staring at the boat, before turning, back to the Dads, "Who's the captain then?"
"I am," said Gus and Bryan at the same time, both laughing and grinning as they realised they were speaking in unison.
"We'll take it in turns," said Gus and Bryan nodded his agreement, both had spent time in yachting in their early twenties, it was how they'd met, before they got married and ended up with more boring, albeit regular jobs.
"Does that mean we're the stews?" asked Danni smiling.
"You're the guests. The two of you just enjoy yourselves," replied Bryan.
"Sweet," Natasha grinned prettily and her friend nodded her agreement.
The men picked up the trolley cases and lifted them onto the gangplank, the two teens following them, chattering between themselves excitedly. They went down to the bedrooms, they were compact but comfortable, with a bunk bed in each, together with a small bathroom with a shower and a wardrobe to hang clothes.
"You girls want to share a room and we'll share other?" asked Gus, knowing his teenage daughter was too old to want to share with her old man.
The teens agreed, so the men dropped off their cases and proceeded to show them the rest of the boat. Apart from the two bedrooms it wasn't a large yacht, with two decks, the cabin taking up half of the top one with a sun deck behind and an even smaller deck, just large enough for two sunbathers in fact, in front. The lower floor had a main room, expensively decorated with two comfy sofas for four and a small dining area and from that the galley and two small bedrooms, with a bunk bed in each
"You want to get changed and we'll cast off," said Bryan to the teens.
"Yep, we'll be five minutes," said Natasha.
*
"I can't believe we're on a yacht, it's so cool," gushed Natasha as she began to pull off her top, leaving her standing in a lacy bra which pushed up her tits amply. She began to undo it, not worrying that her best friend was inches away, "I was so expecting something lame like a hunting cabin miles from anywhere and bracing walks.
Danni was also removing her own vest, dropping it onto one of the beds, and glancing in the mirror as she pushed up her breasts, frowning slightly, thinking that they could do with being a cup bigger. Her friend saw her and grinned, "Seriously girl, don't worry they're fine." She moved beside her friend so Danni could see her in the mirror, her uncovered tits seemed much juicier than Danni's. Natasha knew what she was thinking and put her arm around her bestie's shoulder, "They're great tits, girl, my Dad was definitely checking them out."
"I didn't notice," lied Danni, trying to appear modest, though it would have been hard not to realise that Bryan Gray's eyes followed Danni around whenever she came down to breakfast after a sleepover with her friend and that he'd be constantly glancing in the car mirror, his look more on her than the road as they'd driven to the dock.
"Pfff," said Natasha, showing her disbelief at the comment. "He was pretty much undressing you all journey and was liking what he saw."
Danni didn't answer straight away, but instead unhooked her bra and stood looking at her reflection and comparing her tits to her friend's. Natasha was right, even if she was more a member of the itty-bitty-titty committee than her friend, they were still firm and suckable and none of her previous boyfriends had complained. Anyway, she had other attributes including the ability to suck cock deeper down into her throat than most of her ex-year. "Yeah," she conceded, "I guess."
"Your Dad was checking me as well," grinned Natasha, "and why wouldn't he?"
Why not indeed, her friend was gorgeous, informally voted the most fuckable girl in her class and probably the only competitor to Danni in the blow-job stakes (though the only guy they'd both sucked, at different times admittedly, wisely refused to say who was best). Danni stood in front of the mirror for a few moments, admiring her friend's sexy body and internally noting for about the hundredth time that if she'd been a lesbian she'd totally do her. Then she broke away and pulled off her jeans, her panties quickly following. Standing naked she started rummaging in her case for a bikini, off which she'd brought several. Beside her, Natasha was also fully stripped and looking for her own costume.
"So we still up for it?" Danni asked as she pulled out one top and placed it over her breasts, before shaking her head and returning to look for something smaller.
"Fucking each other's Dads?" Natasha asked, as if there could be any confusion, given that it had been the two friends' main topic of conversation whenever they were alone for at least the last two weeks.
"Yeah, that," confirmed Danni.
"Of course," grinned Natasha, she seemed to have found a suitable swimsuit, strictly speaking it was a one-piece, but as it was basically a piece of string and three tiny bits of cloth which covered nipples and pussy, there were few bikinis which were less modest, though as Danni pulled out her chosen one, she decided this might be one of those few as it too barely covered her choice bits.
