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A Day of Boating
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"So, where would you like to anchor today? The Carlsons had to cancel dinner plans; little Becca is sick, so the day and the evening are ours." I couldn't wait to get out on the boat.
Drew and I had each grown up on the water. In our early years we spent most evenings and every weekend on the boat. But now, kids and work and just life in general got in the way far too much. Today was our day to really live, experience those old days again. Ah, the carefree days, just the two of us, on the water. Sunbathing, talking. Mmm, making love. We hadn't done that on the boat in nearly a decade. Would today be the day?
We decided to head out to a deserted little cove that we used to visit. In-season it was packed with the younger crowd out on their parents' boats. But now that they had all returned to college and the air was generally cooler, we knew we wouldn't be bothered today. Today was all about relaxing and couple time.
We stopped at the store to stock up on whatever we thought we might want or need: some food for a light lunch, something for a nice dinner, a few snacks and drinks. And when I went to get the bottled water, Drew said he would head over to grab the beer. He took forever. I was ready to go and he was nowhere to be found. I heard him calling from the end of the aisle.
"Paige, where've you been? I've been looking all over for you. Did you get lost?"
Drew threw the beer in the cart, and we headed to the checkout. The cashier was looking at Drew strangely. I didn't like it; it was like there was some unspoken secret between them, but I couldn't for the life of me decipher the situation. I didn't say anything as the young man finished our transaction; my mind had already quickly switched from thoughts of their secret to thoughts of our secret getaway.
The day was turning out beautifully; much better than we had expected when we made our plans on Tuesday. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the day was warmer than it had been in nearly a month. And Drew was all mine today. Sure, we've been together intimately. That part of our relationship has always been nice. But just like our boating life, real life had interfered with our sex life. We still made time for each other. We still made love, but it all seemed routine. Tuesday night after the late news. Thursdays during the news time. And every Saturday night. We weren't always in the mood, but we always made the most of it. That's what couples do: you make time for each other regardless.
But today would be different. And so much better. I couldn't wait to get out on the open water, to feel like Drew and I were on a date again. Like we were the kids out on our parents' boat. We packed our purchases into the car and drove the final miles to the marina. As we unpacked our supplies and headed to the boat, I realized that we had forgotten to either bring or buy any wine. What is a romantic evening without the wine?
While he put the things away and checked and readied everything necessary for a safe journey, I walked up to the market located just past the marina entrance. As I approached the market I saw a woman getting out of her car. Just as she started to stand, the contents of her purse spilled out onto the ground. I've been there many times and knew exactly how she felt. As she was picking up the pieces, I realized that a tube of lipstick had rolled under her car door and stopped just short of where I stood. Worse than spilling the contents of your purse is losing your favorite lipstick. I picked it up and walked over to her car. She looked so embarrassed. I reassured her that every woman has been there. And for me, it's usually in front of a large crowd instead of a mostly empty parking lot. As we talked, we were both still looking along the ground to make sure she had collected all her goods. Confident that she had everything, she stood. I have never seen such beauty in person.
This woman couldn't really be any more than 25 years old. If that. She was tall. She had a beautiful face. And she had the longest legs I think I've ever seen on a woman. I was surprised to find myself taking in her beauty. And speechless. Our conversation stopped instantly once I was looking at her instead of looking for her belongings.
She awkwardly said that she had to get going. As she walked away, I realized that she mistook my silence for my judging her or ridiculing her for her full purse. Or her style of dress.
Here I was wearing the ultimate preppy spend-the-day-boating outfit. And she was wearing cut-off jeans, a tank top with a non-matching blouse over it, and flip-flops. If only she knew how much I admired her carefree life. AND her beauty. I turned to watch her walk into the market, her tiny little ass perched high above the ground, resting on those long, beautifully tanned and smooth legs. Snap out of it, Paige. Grab the wine and get back to Drew.
I collected my thoughts and headed into the market. I found the small wine collection along the back wall. Not much of a selection. I wished I had remembered to grab a bottle from our collection at home. As I stood there perusing the poor selection, my mystery woman approached. She was focused on the slightly larger collection of liquor. Either she was ignoring me or just didn't realize who I was. She had an odd collection of items: a bag of Cheetos, three bananas, a large bottle of water, and now she was checking out the hard stuff. Not the normal grocery list.
I struck up the courage and got her attention. "Excuse me, but I hope I didn't upset you outside. My awkward silence, well, I don't know where that came from. Please forgive me."
"Okay."
With that, she turned back to the alcohol. I was trying to apologize. Couldn't she see that?
"So, are you boating today?"
"No. I don't have a boat. I just like to come out to the marina, sit along the shore and watch the boats come in and out. Listening to the soothing water, imagining what life must be like for the boaters."
Before I even knew what I was saying, before I knew what would happen, I said it. It was out there now; no taking it back. "My name is Paige, and I would like to invite you to spend the day on the boat with my husband, Drew, and me." I was kicking myself: my perfect date with Drew was gone now. Maybe she wouldn't say yes. Maybe I would still have that date I've longed for.
"Sure, okay. I'm Leigh. Nice to meet you, Paige. Should I grab any more food or will this be good?
"That's just fine; get what you like. We already stopped at another store to stock up so between the three of us, we should have enough."
Cheetos and cheap wine. Nope, not how I saw this day going. But then again: I never saw myself so openly admiring another woman.
Leigh and I walked back to the boat. What was I going to tell Drew? Was he going to be upset? I don't know anything about this woman other than the contents of her purse and her weird diet. And that she was by far the most stunningly beautiful, natural, sure-of-herself woman I had ever met.
I called out to Drew as we neared the boat. He came up to help me on board, only to see the other woman already hopping onto the deck. He looked at me with that "What is going on here?" look that we often exchange at horrible dinner parties. But just like at the parties, he simply extended his hand and introduced himself as if he had completely expected her to be joining us today.
Drew took Leigh's bags and said he'd help me put things away. We headed down to the galley where he quietly looked at me.
"I know. This isn't what we planned. But I was drawn to her. I felt sorry for her. She sits on the shore watching the boats, and she's never spent a day on one like we have so often. We've had so many wonderful days on boats. Can't we share one with her? I mean, I can't exactly ask her to leave, can I?"
Drew looked at me so lovingly. He kissed my lightly and said, "We should go make our guest feel welcome. And if we are going to share a day on the water with her, then we better get out there." I loved this man, and every day he did something that reminded me why. He bounded up the steps. I found myself looking at his ass the same way I had Leigh's ass. Did I really look at her the same way I do my husband?
Drew and I had been correct in our assumption: there were few people on the water today. He and I were having a great time, and it was nice to share it with Leigh. She smiled from ear to ear, seemingly enjoying every minute of our trip to the cove.
As the day progressed and the sun grew higher, Leigh removed her blouse. Her arms were toned. And her tank top was snug against her flat stomach and her firm breasts. What am I doing? I'm checking out her body again. I have to stop this.
We arrived at the cove and anchored shortly after noon. The whole day lay ahead of us. I went to prepare lunch, and Drew followed me.
"Alone at last," he said laughingly.
"I know. I'm so sorry, honey. But look how much fun she's having. I'll make it up to you when we get home. Promise. Anything you want, even if it's not your birthday!"
He leaned in to kiss me. I expected a quick peck, but he really threw some passion into that kiss. I felt a tingling throughout my entire body.
"I said, 'when we get home' ... not now!"
He laughed as he bounded up the stairs.
I wasn't too far behind him, carrying up a tray of sandwiches...and Leigh's Cheetos in a bowl. Drew grabbed some beers out of the cooler, and we walked toward the front of the boat. Leigh lay there in the tiniest pink bikini that showed off her tan, showed off her tight body, and as she sat up, it showed off her tits. Beautiful, young, firm tits with nipples popping out. Drew was so much more composed than I was. I guess men are used to hiding their reactions to beautiful, scantily clad women. But I certainly wasn't. It felt like the market parking lot all over again.
Leigh sat there so naturally, nearly naked in front of two strangers. Sure, she had on a bikini, but there wasn't much fabric to it at all. She sat across from Indian style. Her legs crossed. The tiniest strip of fabric the only thing that kept me from seeing her......... First her legs. Then her breasts. Now I'm thinking about her pussy? What had gotten into me today?
We ate our lunches, talking about life, getting to know Leigh and letting her get to know us (we didn't want to seem like we were simply interrogating her). Drew had made a few runs to the back of the boat to get beers and that helped the conversation flow so much better. After an hour of being anchored, Drew finally mentioned swimming.
"Swimming?!" Leigh and I said it in unison.
"Do you know how cold it's been lately? I'm not getting in that water. You can if you'd like, Leigh, but I'm staying right here."
"Your idea sounds so much better. I'd rather feel the warm sun on my body than cold water. Have a nice swim!" Drew couldn't have heard her last words. He was already diving into the water. The water splashed up onto us, and it was far too cold to be swimming in. The cold water, the shock to our systems ... if I thought Leigh had nice nipples before, whew, I was wrong. That cold water shot those nipples right into attention. She caught me staring. And called me on it.
"Do you like them? I'm thinking about a implants. I want bigger breasts. More like yours." With that, she reached right out and grabbed my right tit, squeezing it gently, fondling it, massaging it. "Large and natural. The perfect tits. Look at mine. They're nice, they're firm, but they seem small to me. What do you really think? Be honest." With that, she untied her bikini top, letting it fall down, exposing her tits.
Stammering, I tried to say, "They're nice. I don't see anything wrong with them." But what I think I actually said was, "Wow. Your breasts are amazing. Wow!"
"Thanks. I know guys say they're nice, but it means so much more coming from a woman. Thank you. For the compliment and for the nice day on the water. Now come on. Get out of those clothes and enjoy the day in the sun. We won't have many more days like this." How could she so casually go from grabbing my tit, showing me her tits, to thinking about sun? But I wasn't about to argue with her. I wanted to feel the sun on my body. I modestly went below to slip out of my clothes, even if I did already have my suit on. When I re-emerged and walked to the front of the boat, I was stopped in my tracks.
Damn. Leigh was lying on her back. Her top was off. And she had somehow made her tiny bottoms appear even tinier. Her legs were spread and showing even more of herself to me. She now seemed even more carefree than she had at the market. So aware of her body, yet not ashamed of it or showing it off to strangers. I wondered how I would get her to put her top back on before Drew joined us again, yet keeping her topless and exposed to me for as long as possible.
"Paige, your tan lines are so obvious. Don't you ever go topless? Let your tits feel the fresh air on them?"
"No, not really." What a drag I was. "Um, we usually have guests on board so I just couldn't."
"I'm a guest and you want me to feel comfortable right? Don't make me feel uncomfortable." Somehow, I doubt she ever felt uncomfortable. But, she was our guest right? I sat up and slowly reached back to untie my top. As my fingers shook and fumbled, Leigh reached over and undid both ties at once. Whoosh. There it went. My top was off and my tits were out. And it felt liberating.
Before she lay down again, Leigh grabbed my left tit. "See. Perfect."
We lay there, side by side on our backs, talking and getting to know each other better. Topless. The sun was bright and we had our eyes closed as we talked. I heard Drew climbing back on board. I sat up a bit and saw him smiling at the two of us with our breasts pointed skyward (hers a little more skyward than mine, but she did like mine better.) I smiled back at him and motioned with my head for him to just go down in the cabin and dry off, not bother us. I didn't know how Leigh would feel for Drew to see her topless. But I know how he felt. I saw it rising in his shorts, even after all that time in the cold water.
Before Drew came up top again, Leigh rolled over onto her stomach. As she did so, she pulled her bottoms down. And down. And down. Her entire ass was showing. That firm, tight, young ass. All of it. If I just sit up a little, lean over a bit, I might be able to see her pussy. Why do I want to look? I came out here today to enjoy a day with my husband, and now I'm checking out this beautiful woman. I've seen all but one body part, and now that's all I want to see. I convinced myself that I didn't really want to look. I didn't care about it. It was simply that she was hiding that last bit that had me intrigued. The art of covering it had me mesmerized; not actually her pussy.
I, too, rolled over onto my stomach, my large tits pressed out to the side. Leigh turned her head in my direction and reached out to tweak my right tit. "Mmmmm." That's all she said. She slid her hand away, smiling at me, as she reached out and grabbed my hand. My heart was racing. My clit was throbbing. I had never been with a woman, never kissed a woman, never even thought about it. And now my clit was throbbing in Leigh's presence. I smiled back at her as we lay there, holding hands, drifting off to sleep.
When I awoke, Leigh was even closer to me, her hand on my ass. She didn't move her hand as I started to roll over. By the time I flipped over completely, her hand was on my pussy. If I had been a man, I would have had an instant erection. As a woman? My clit reacted the same way. I was ready. I wanted more.
We sat up together, her hand still on my pussy as she leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips. Drew is a great kisser, magnificent. But wow. A woman's soft lips on mine? So sensuous.
Since the days were getting shorter, the sun was starting to lower already. My mind, still racing from her touch, from her kiss, turned to thoughts of dinner. I needn't have worried, though. Drew was far ahead of me. I called to him (now not worried about either of us women being topless) to join us up front to discuss dinner.
"It's already taken care of. Dinner is ready. The table is set. And I've already eaten. I needed to get some hot food in me to warm up from the swim. You two go eat, and I'll stay up here and keep an eye on things." Drew winked at me then. As Leigh and I rose, he grabbed my hand and helped me get my bearings again. Leigh jumped down and was headed toward the steps. Drew took me in his arms, my bare tits pressing against his chest.
"Paige, I love you so much. And I know that you love me, too. I have no doubts about that. But, if you are feeling any urges, have anything you want to do, I'm okay with that. You were drawn to Leigh for a reason. Maybe this is it. Maybe you need to try this. I'll stay up here, and it's all your decision."
I wanted to cry. He was reading my mind, and giving me his permission. That meant so much. "I love you, too, honey. And I don't know. I haven't felt these feelings before. I don't think anything will happen, but thank you. I love you, Drew." We kissed so passionately, and I felt a stirring in his shorts. He thought he was going to have a special day with me, and now I was about to have dinner with a woman instead. He was truly a wonderful man.
I went down the steps to where Leigh was seated at the most romantic table. Candles were lit. And flowers. Fresh flowers in the middle of the table. I glanced at the counter and saw the card from the supermarket. Drew had bought flowers for me when I wasn't able to find him earlier. That was the secret he shared with the cashier. He had planned a romantic dinner for me and him. And now, I was about to have a seat across from a topless, beautiful woman. And I was smiling.
Leigh and I enjoyed a wonderful dinner prepared for us by Drew. We had nice conversation and shared the entire bottle of wine. I eventually learned not to look at her breasts while we ate. But it was difficult. Twice, Leigh let a foot travel up my leg and stop just at the top of my thigh. The first time I flinched. The second time I wanted her foot to travel farther.
"Leigh, would you like to join me on the berth?" She smiled and took my hand. We walked back and sat side by side. I placed one hand on her thigh, the other around her as I pulled her in for a kiss. A deep kiss. A probing kiss. "I should tell you I've never been with a woman. This is all new to me. And I haven't been with anyone but Drew since long before we were married. You'll have to guide me. Tell me what to do."
"Paige, it's okay. I'm new to this, too. I've only ever been with one man, and never with a woman. But I think we both know what to do, both know what we like. Now, kiss me."
I lay back as Leigh leaned over me, our tits pressed together, her hard nipples against mine. We kissed more longingly now, more urgently. She pulled away and left a trail of kisses down to my nipples, first one, then the other. A woman's soft tongue flicking my nipple. Her teeth lightly tugging at my nipple. Her lips sucking my tit up into her mouth.
I instinctively began grinding my hips up against hers, our pussy separated only by our bikini bottoms. I could feel a wet spot, and wasn't sure if it was from her, or from me, or from both of us. I reached down, under Leigh's body, and tried my best to remove my bottoms. Leigh sat up and finished the task, exposing my neatly trimmed pussy to a woman for the first time since high school gym class. I started fearfully wondering how mine would compare to hers. Would she like it? Would I be able to pleasure her?
Then, Leigh removed her bottoms. Her completely smooth pussy (just a tiny patch above her clit) was there for me to see. And now it was back against my pussy, no fabric between us. Amazing. I lay down completely, and Leigh knelt over me, knees on either side of me. Our pussies grinding, our clits rubbing against each other. We were grinding, and the boat was rocking slightly, adding to the experience. Leigh was grabbing her tits as she rode me. I always love being on top with Drew, and he always has such a different look on his face in this position, like he enjoys watching me. Now, I completely understood why. Having a woman on top of me, taking control, our pussy lips spread slightly and our juices mingling, watching her grab her tits. Yes, I knew how Drew must feel when I'm up there on top of him. I felt that I was just about to experience an orgasm, when Leigh stopped grinding, got off of me.
Guess it's my turn. I started to get up, when Leigh firmly placed her hands on my hips, pressing me back onto the bed. She spread my legs and began kissing around my pussy. Her breath on my wet, hot pussy. I was waiting and wanting. Her kiss had felt so much different than a man's kiss. What would it feel like to receive oral from a woman, from her soft lips?
With one hand she spread my pussy lips, better exposing my clit. Her tongue danced all around it. I reached down and grabbed onto the cover of the bed to keep my body from flailing about. I'm not sure if it was because she was a woman or because it was someone new, someone I had just met, but whatever the reason it didn't take long before a clitoral orgasm washed over my body.
Leigh realized what was happening and lightened her touch but didn't let up. Instead, she changed her focus and slipped two fingers into my pussy. She reached right up and hit my g-spot almost instantly. Rubbing and rubbing, while still sucking on my clit. My entire body exploded in one giant orgasm. She pulled out her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, now stiff as she tongue-fucked my contracting pussy, tasting every last drop of me.
My orgasm subsiding, Leigh slowly slid up my body, her breasts brushing against me. When we were face to face, she slipped her tongue in my mouth, kissing me, letting me taste my cum on her tongue. So sensual. But, I wanted.... no, I needed to know what it felt like to please a woman.
Leigh lay down. I didn't waste any time with kissing. I went right to her tits, sucking on those hard nipples that I had admired all day. Grabbing the tits that she thought she needed to change. They were absolutely perfect tits. The right size. The right firmness. The best nipples ever. While I was still playing with her tits, I reached down and began rubbing her smooth pussy. I'd always wondered what a smoothly waxed pussy would feel like. It was better than I imagined. And I had to get my face down there and explore, taste, please.
I was a bit apprehensive as I first put my tongue on her clit. But when her body responded so positively, I tossed those apprehensions overboard. I dove right in and sucked her hard little clit until she was squirming and moaning and gasping for air. I let up just long enough to watch her face, see her expressions. Amazing. As I was about to get back to business, I caught a glimpse of Drew, fully dressed sitting on the steps watching us, smiling. He had a huge hard-on pressing against his shorts, yet his hands were clasped in front of him. He was truly letting this be all about me and not about him at all. I smiled at him and mouthed, "Thank you." He smiled back and mouthed, "I love you, Paige."
With that, my tongue was back on Leigh's clit, my lips sucking on her clit, with two fingers now thrusting hard inside of her. I wanted her to cum, and I wanted her to cum hard. I wanted to give that same pleasure that Drew always gives to me. I wanted to please a woman, to please Leigh. And in giving her that pleasure, I was getting just as much in return. But I felt a tad guilty. I looked up at Drew again and nodded. He knew what I meant.
As I knelt over Leigh, my tongue now deep in her pussy, the fingers on my right hand rubbing her clit, my left hand grabbing her right tit, Drew positioned himself behind me, slipped his cock inside my still wet pussy, and fucked me. The rocking of the boat, the thrusting of Drew, my tongue-fucking of Leigh.....all three of us came in short succession of one another. Leigh quickly headed upstairs, giving Drew and me that alone time we had set out for that morning.
I couldn't thank Drew enough for everything he allowed me to experience, in my own time, at my own pace. I felt so secure with him, with our love. I'm glad that he got to take part in some of it, but I felt guilty that he didn't get to share more of it.
"Paige, just seeing the smile on your face, hearing the pleasure in your moans, watching your body convulse in orgasm ... that was all enough for me. More than enough. And joining in at the end? Perfect. I couldn't have planned a better day."
I curled up in his arms. I felt so safe with him. Leigh came back down into the cabin, fully dressed.
"It's getting really dark, now. Shouldn't we head back."
Reluctantly, Drew and I got dressed and headed up for our return trip home. While he got us back to the marina, Leigh and I sat curled up under a blanket, holding onto one another.
Maybe cheap wine purchased at a marina market isn't such a bad thing after all.
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