The holiday had been amazing. Hot, slow paced, plenty of salty water, plenty of food, plenty of wine. This holiday was everything B and J hoped it would be. A couple in their early thirties, with plenty of travel experience already, they could now focus on truly relaxing and immersing in their location when they went away, rather than madly rushing around to visit every landmark and attraction.
Today they were taking a private boat ride to a small island for a swim and a picnic. Everything was organised by the hotel; the food, the drinks (obviously including the wine), the boat with someone to sail them there, and a secluded beach with an old boatshed set up to relax in for the day.
The sun beat down on them and reflected off the clear, Mediterranean water as they walked towards the boat. Sea, rugged cliffs, and clear blue skies surrounded them. By the time they got to the boat, B's shirt was already off as sweat trickled down his back, leaving him in just a pair of short, dark navy boardshorts, and sunglasses. B had felt increasingly confident in his appearance throughout the holiday. Days spent swimming, walking, hiking, and eating fresh local, food had left him feeling tanned and lean. People (not so much on holiday) were surprisingly comfortable to point out he looked just like the porn star Johnny Sinns. Really it was just the shaved bald head, blue eyes, and stubble that were similar. If people pointed out this similarity when J had had a few drinks and was feeling a bit cheeky, she would occasionally interject that B's cock was also a lookalike to the porn star Johnny Castle's. To be fair to her, it was a much more striking resemblance. At five foot ten, B was a bit of a stockier and shorter build than Mr Sinns, and with hair over his chest and abdomen, there was a bit less of the aerodynamic waxed look.
They approached the boat next to the wharf. Sitting in clear, shallow water was a charming little gozzo yacht. It was around 10 metres `long, painted white and light blue on the sides, with a long warm coloured timber deck with scattered cushions and towels at the front, a single mast with no sail out, and then a shaded seating area at the rear, with the motor loaded on the back. From behind the boat came their skipper to greet them. J knew B loved to point out to her when people look like celebrities (or porn actors), so she almost certainly knew it was coming and gave a little smirk when B whispered to her 'ha! He looks just like Christian Bale in Captain Corelli's Mandolin'. B was definitely right though, thought J. Standing waist deep in the water was this shirtless muscular man, with a similar build to B but he looked to be taller. He had thick dark hair, dark features, and dark olive skin. He smiled and gestured them towards the front of the boat.
B jumped in the water to help J step onto the deck of the boat, then climbed on after her and took their bag towards the back of the boat where the skipper was climbing on. He put his hand towards his chest, smiled and said "Alex". B and J introduced themselves but it was clear Alex spoke very little English. What was also clear, was that Alex shared B's belief about not wearing underwear under swimmers. He wore a pair of white, and as they were now wet, semi transparent football shorts with a small green clover on the corner of them. J knew as she saw the clover that B would recognise it and be able to talk about football with Alex, which he absolutely proceeded to do as they set off. It was amazing how much they called talk about football and Panathinaikos, when B spoke no Greek, and Alex spoke almost no English.
What J also noticed as she slipped off her dress and lay on the deck in the sun, was how see-through Alex's wet shorts were as they clung to a very prominent and partially visible cock. J lay there watching the two men standing shirtless in wet shorts as they chatted. They were standing quite close at the back the boat. J relaxed as she casually stared at the men's packages caressed by thin, wet material. She gazed, and fantasised, hoping that just something would happen. She imagined a small chop in the water might put the men off balance and press their bulges against each other, or that Alex might reach down absentmindedly and expose even more of himself.
J lay there in her bikini, staring through heavy, dark sunglasses and warmed in the sun while sea breeze whipped over her. Fantasies of the two men continued floating through her mind as they talked for a surprisingly long time given neither spoke the same language. Accidental brushes in choppy sea soon turned into imagining spontaneous erections, or if both happened to be naked. B turned after a few minutes and climbed over to the front of the boat to join her in the sun.
"Want some sunscreen?" he asked, settling down next to her, as Alex sat down at the back of the boat steering. "Mhm, yes please" J replied, rolling over onto her front while part of her mind remained on the image of the two men standing exposed on the back of the boat facing each other. B slowly but eagerly started to rub the cream onto J's back. B had always been wildly attracted to J, and it had never wavered for a day. He gladly took every moment such as this to admire and indulge in her body. He loved her hair, her face, her short, beautiful frame. She had long, thick, darker blonde hair, though all this time in the sun on holiday had definitely lightened it in parts. She had light blue eyes, and prominent cheek bones that left her facial expression almost always in a mischievous half smile. He loved her skin, so smooth, and covered sporadically in freckles even when she tanned, that he felt he had started to memorise over the years, like a sailor studying the night sky. He loved her long slender torso, with a slight curve in the lumbar region which further projected her most perfect ass. B had spent many hours massaging, moisturising, admiring, and worshipping J's beautiful ass. It was short, though notably wide and full at the gluteal fold, forming an amazing upside-down heart shape. He loved her legs. For a petite woman J had surprisingly muscular and powerful little legs, with thicker thighs that softened suddenly before reaching her beautiful pussy, which J always shaved when wearing a bikini regularly. Looping around at this point in the tour would lead back up J's elegant, long torso to her small, perky breasts. They suited her so perfectly, so bouncy, and playful, with delicious pink protruding nipples.
B slowly rubbed the cream along J's back, untying the little coral coloured bikini top as he went to ensure no parts were missed. He reached her bikini bottom, a matching coral French cut, pulled slightly further into the crack of her beautiful ass, and skipped past it, moving down to her calves on working his way back up her legs, like he was saving the best bit of a meal for last. J lay there enjoying the feeling of B's strong hands slowly massaging up her thighs as her mind wandered in and out of fantasies of B and Alex at the end of the boat. As B reached the top of J's legs, his hands very deliberately rubbed in between her thighs against the bikini material. First the press of a thumb, then as he caressed the inside of her thigh whilst "rubbing in sunscreen" the exposed side of his index finger rested firmly against J's covered pussy. As J felt B's hand pressing between her legs, she glanced up and saw Alex unabashedly watching. The small amount of eye contact, and the feeling of being watched like this gave J a nervous and excited rush through her chest and stomach.
B worked his hands up to J's ass, and in her frisky mood, she entertained him by projecting her ass a little as his fingers subtly slid under her bikini and along her ass crack from time to time. J then motioned to roll over and planted her hand deliberately in B's lap while doing so, feeling a big, hard cock trapped against seams in the right leg of his shorts. B asked J wanted him to do her front, she replied with a bit of a grin "no, it's fine, but you can watch if you want", to which B responded with a big smile and a nod.
J's top remained untied, and she continued to hold it with one hand as she settled onto her back. "I'm very sure he wont mind" said B, referring to Alex as he nodded towards J's bikini top. J said nothing, thought for a moment, and the delicately placed the bikini top to one side. She lay back and gently glossed sunscreen across her beautiful body while B watched on, soaking in this moment of sea, sun, and his beautiful wife. As J's hands passed her navel and reached the rim of her bikini bottoms the feeling of both B and Alex watching her gave her a frenzied rush of excitement. Her fingertips passed under her bikini and then stopped, as she became unsure what to do and worried she was becoming over excited and misreading the situation completely. She knew B loved showing her off, and her sexuality and interests excited him. He loved when she wore something more revealing, was more affectionate or flirtatious in public, or if they watched porn together how much he enjoyed watching her get turned on and excited by watching others. Still, despite all this, she was unsure and held back. J then laid there relaxed, enjoying the thrill and freedom of being topless. B offered to get her something eat or drink, and they lay together on the front of the boat chatting and enjoying the glorious weather and scenery.