Heat, June, New Orleans. The words go together like
beans and rice. In order to beat the heat and humidity,
my wife and I often drop the boat in Lake Pontchartrain
and go for a cruise.
Let me tell you about Annette. She is a Pisces through
and through. If it involves the water, it’s fine with
her. It’s fine with any man who gets to see her in her
bikini also. At 5’2″, 105 pounds, blonde hair, blue
eyes on a beautifully sculpted body (four workouts a
week will do that) she turns heads when completely
dressed, let alone in a bikini. So when I mentioned to
my water rat that the Boat Stop was in this weekends
plans, she jumped at the chance.
The Boat Stop is a funky little bar that sits on a
river, which empties into the north end of the lake. It
is totally isolated and can be reached only by boat. On
a pretty summer weekend, upwards of one hundred boats
of all sizes and makes can be found tied to the pier or
anchored in the river. Some are worth a few hundred
dollars, some a few hundred thousand, all tied to one
another with their crews in the bar.
What’s the attraction that makes the trip worth the
effort? Most of the passengers on these boats are
attractive ladies with few clothes and fewer
inhibitions. The heat makes you drink and the drink
makes you party, and that is as fine a combination as I
know.
The plan was this. Golf on the North Shore with my
friends Paul and Mark. We would tow the boat to the
course, play a round of golf, drive to a nearby marina
and Annette and some of her girl friends would meet us
for the one-hour boat ride to the bar. We would pull a
tube behind the boat for some water sports, drink lots
of Budweiser and probably be somewhat ripped before
even getting to “The Stop”. The boys were more than a
little disappointed when Annette showed up solo.
All of her friends had previous commitments, so it
would just be 3 and 1. Their hopes of some “fresh meat”
to liven up the day would be limited to burgers at the
bar, it appeared. We dropped the boat in the river at
2:00 and our adventure was on. About 30 seconds after
the boat got wet, the first round of beer hit our lips
and the day had officially begun. We all have known
each other for a long time, so the atmosphere was very
light and easy-going.
The guys see Annette as a buddy more than a potential
conquest, so there was none of the sexual politics that
can put a damper on an otherwise fun day. Several beers
and a ride in the tube for each of us had us cooled
off, wet, laughing and ready to party.
Soon we rounded the final bend in the river before
reaching the bar. When it came into view, I could
hardly believe my eyes. There were so many boats
anchored in the river that they stretched nearly from
bank to bank. The bar was full of people, the dock was
full of people, the anchored boats were full of people,
all drinking, most scantily clothed, some beautiful and
scantily clothed.
All that Mark could say of his first look at the crowd
was, “Sodom And Gomorra, we found it!”
Several hours of Rum, Gin, Burgers and Jimmy Buffett
went by quickly. I may be greedy, but I can’t get
enough of watching gorgeous girls in thong bikinis try
to win a free drink in a limbo contest. I wonder what
the rest of the world was doing? I know they weren’t
having as much fun as we were.
All too soon however, the time to leave was upon us.
Annette let it be known in no uncertain terms that she
wanted another ride in the tube on the way back, so the
time to leave was now. She was pretty drunk when we got
in the boat, and when she is drunk she gets to be quite
a flirt. Pulling away from the bar, she was sitting on
Paul’s lap and running her hand through his hair. I
know he was wishing she wasn’t my wife.
He doesn’t know my wife like I do. I’ve seen her in
these flirty (maybe horny is more accurate) moods
before, when she has had one too many, so I wasn’t the
least surprised when she whispered in my ear to ask if
it would be all right if she took off her top. When I
asked her why, she said to even out her tan.
I gladly agreed, even though I knew that her tan was
the last thing on her mind. She did it in a way only
pretty women seem to be able to do these types of
things. Instead of just popping it off and showing the
guys all they wanted, and had been secretly hoping to
see, she slipped off the top, gave a quick peek to all,
put on the life vest and prepared to jump in the water
for a ride in the tube.
Her breasts squeezing out the sides of the vest were
the last thing we saw as she dove over the side, and
gave all of us something to look forward to when she
finally would get back in the boat. That sight was all
anybody on board, in our already overheated state,
needed to see. Good friends or not, my wife or not,
after the views and the booze we had enjoyed at the bar
that day, everybody wanted a piece of Annette.
After 10 or 15 minutes of fast tubing in a rough lake,
Annette gave the signal that she’d had enough. We
stopped the boat, hoisted her aboard, and all wondered
what would happen next.
The vest came off right away and I could see from the
looks in those four eyes feasting on her breasts for
the first time that they were in no way disappointed.
Her breasts are not large (34c) but they are perfect
little mounds tipped by as pretty and pink nipples as
you will ever see.
I knew that the tension was rising fast, and it was
really my call to make whether or not things would
progress past this point. I got a towel, dried Annette
off and suggested that she lay on her stomach on one of
the cushions so that I could oil her back for the trip
home. Cocoa oil was soon wandering down her spine as I
rubbed the lotion onto her back.
As I was doing so, I leaned over and questioned into
her ear if she wanted this to go on any further. An
ever-so-slight smile joined the slight nod of her head,
and I knew that we were in for a detour on our ride
home. Next, I slid the bottoms of her bikini off of her
ass and began to rub the oil into her most intimate
places. I spread her cheeks, dripped oil into the
crevice and rubbed with the side of my hand. I could
feel the effect this was having on Paul and Mark, as
two guys who never are at a loss for words had been
silent this entire time.
When I was finished, I gave her a kiss on the back of
her neck and asked if she were ready. The same subtle
nod of her head let me know that the games were about
to begin. I turned to the guys and asked if one of them
would mind oiling her front for her. Four happy eyes
and open mouths were as enthusiastic a yes as I had
ever seen, with Paul getting to the oil just ahead of
Mark. Annette had always had a little crush on Paul, so
I had made sure that he would go first.
Paul walked to the front of the boat where Annette was
still laying on her stomach. He put his hand on her
shoulder and gently pulled her over onto her back. I
could see him taking in the sight presented to him. Her
eyes were closed and both hands were propped behind her
head. Her breasts were pushed forward by this pose. The
girl does know how to display her charms.
The most erotic part of the pose however, was what you
could not see. Her bikini bottom had rolled down just
enough as to reveal far more than normal, but not
enough to of what everyone wanted to see. Soon oil was
flowing on Annette once more. This time its target was
between her breasts, where a small pool formed before
flowing towards the bottom of her right breast. Its
flow was quickly stopped by Paul’s hand dipping into
the oil and spreading it over her body. Her neck, her
stomach and especially her breasts received loving
attention as no spot was left uncovered. Paul realized
that since her nipples seldom saw the sun, they would
require extra protection.
As a result he oiled each of them many times and even
tasted them to be sure that they had enough oil on
them. When Paul finished oiling Annette’s stomach, she
sensed that he was still uncertain just how far he
would be allowed to go.
She reached up her arms, wrapped them around his neck
and drew him towards her for a long, sensuous kiss. As
they broke away, Annette looked in his eyes and
wordlessly raised her behind off the cushion, signaling
him to remove the last of her bikini. As the bottoms
slid past her thighs, I could sense the anticipation in
the air.
I am quite certain that no disappointment was felt by
the when they finally saw her cunt. A tiny patch of
blonde hair topping naked, pink lips greeted their
eyes. I have always kept her shaved. At first she
agreed to this to please me, but now she wouldn’t have
it any other way. Her naked lips didn’t require any
oiling. She was so worked up by now that her lips were
open and her juices were plainly visible.
There was no longer any question of what would happen,
just how often. As I drove the boat towards a deserted
section of the lake, Paul and Mark used my wife time
and time again. Paul was first. Not ten seconds after
her bikini bottom passed her ankles; Paul had driven
into her in one stroke and was slowly pumping in and
out of her sopping cunt.
Up until now, Mark had displayed remarkable patience,
but that was about to end. When Annette opened her eyes
to see what was rubbing on her face during Paul’s
fucking, she was greeted with a close up view of Mark’s
dick. I was fascinated to see how she would react.
While making love, I would often ask her how she would
handle it if she had to suck one man while being fucked
by another. She always expressed doubt that she could
do it, not knowing if she could concentrate on both
things at once. She needn’t have worried. In a flash
she took most of his prick into her mouth, while
cradling his balls in one hand. She soon had a rhythm
going between her head and her hips, both in perfect
synch.
Soon Paul let it be known that he was cumming. With
this Annette abandoned her attention of Mark (much to
his dismay) and concentrated on the feelings in her
cunt. As Paul pumped into, I could see and hear the
unmistakable signs of her orgasm. The heavy breathing,
the clenched stomach all were signs that she had no
regrets about this unplanned part of our trip.
Mark gave her no time to rest or recover however. After
coming, Annette likes to rest and be held gently. Now,
seconds after a powerful orgasm, she found herself
being turned onto her belly and taken from behind.
After be brought to the brink by her mouth, Mark took
little time before giving Annette her second orgasm in
minutes.
After a brief rest, I took my turn. She was tired and
somewhat sore, so I went slow and soft. We took turns
with her for the next hour, mostly kissing and feeling
her. She had never had three men before and was rather
overwhelmed by it all. She wasn’t so overwhelmed
however, that during the boat ride back she couldn’t
make plans for our next trip.
This time however, she promises to bring some friends.