Author's note: This story is based in part on my own experiences, with modifications from my imagination. My thanks to texancowgirl1827 for her review and valuable suggestions for improvement.
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We decided to take a 'staycation' for a few days to complete some home projects as opposed to going on a vacation trip. We had completed the painting project in the spare bedroom the day before and I had finished the tree pruning project by late morning. I suggested to Trish that we go out to the Marina, get in our boat and go for a sail. Trish responded that she liked that idea, but asked if we should eat lunch first?
I said, "Let's pick up a couple of submarine sandwiches on the way to the lake and I'll put a few beers in a cooler to take along!"
She said, "Good idea, let's do it! Trish suggested, "We should take or perhaps wear our swim suits, because it is such a hot day that we will want a cooling dip!"
I agreed and told her, "I'll wear my trunks and take along shorts and a T-shirt to wear home later."
I asked her what bikini she was planning to wear. "Trish, this being the middle of the work week, there likely won't be many, if any, other people out there. So, please wear one of your really sexy ones to give me some additional stimulation!"
"What do you have in mind for SEXY?" Trish inquired.
"How about one of those 'wicked weasel' types that you bought in Cozumel last winter?"
"Those I had planned to wear only in the privacy of our back yard, she said! But I'll have to wear a very conservative cover up until we are pretty far out on the lake!"
I nodded in agreement and went to the bedroom to put on my trunks. I delayed getting ready as I wanted to see what she would wear. Trish selected the white weasel minimal thong and top and I watched her strip and put it on.
She noticed that I was staring at her while she was adjusting the crotch piece to cover her pussy and said "You are staring at me as if you didn't know what it would look like on me!
Staring at the bulge at the front of my shorts, "Is this suit going to be stimulation enough?" she asked.
"Yes, Darling, it is very stimulating on you...... and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe we ought to just stay home and screw?"
Trish shook her head, NO! So I headed for the garage to get our cooler ready and loaded with beer.
After leaving home for the lake, we stopped at a sandwich shop and I asked Trish to go in and get a couple of sandwiches for us. I added, "Why don't you unbutton some of those buttons on your 'cover up' because it is very hot out there?"
She responded with a frown at my suggestion, but did unbutton the top three buttons. Trish got out of the car, walked a few paces and dropped her purse. And as she bent over to pick it up, her cover up rode up on her bottom exposing her butt cheeks and a sliver of her thong. Before she straightened up she looked back over her shoulder at me to see if I had noticed her performance. A few minutes later, she returned with a sack containing our sandwiches.
"I know that you saw me bending over to pick up my purse. Do you think anyone else saw me? Or do you think it matters?"
I responded, "Trish, you know I'll never get tired of seeing your lovely butt ..... and, as far as someone else seeing you so exposed, it was clearly accidental and not an intentional flaunting of that perfectly delectable ass! I'll never say otherwise!"
Arriving at the Marina, I grabbed the cooler of beer, while Trish carried the sandwiches and we walked out on the docks to our sailboat. The boat is a 27 foot sloop with cabin below, with berths for a family of five and included a two burner galley stove and a flushable toilet in the head. I opened the companionway hatch and carried the cooler below setting it in the convenient wash basin. Trish handed me the sandwiches suggesting that we get underway before we have lunch. She helped me remove and stow the mainsail cover and I got the outboard started. After the motor was running smoothly, I asked Trish to hop ashore and cast off the dock lines. This she did and, as soon as she was back onboard, I backed us out of the boat slip and, when clear, shifted into forward gear and headed out into the lake. I had Trish take the tiller and steer while I raised the mainsail and then unfurled the Genoa jib. As soon as the sails filled, I returned to the cockpit, shut off the motor and raised it clear of the water.
"Trish, I think I'm ready for a beer, how about you?"
"Yes and please bring our sandwiches up as well." she replied.
"Before I hand you your beer, don't you think it's time to remove your cover up?"
Trish looked carefully all around checking for any possible people and concluded that it was probably safe to get down to just her wicked weasel suit. "I'll keep the cover up nearby in case we spot another boat." she said. She took the beer, set it in the holder and opened the sack to retrieve her sandwich. I did the same, but took the tiller to steer us along as we headed down the lake.
I said to Trish, "It is just me that wants to see all of your attributes, so please open your legs and let me check out the suit's coverage?"
She opened her legs, looked down at her crotch and said to me,"What coverage? That thong has worked its way inside my pussy and my lips are hanging out of it on both sides!" she exclaimed.
"And a lovely view it is! I responded. The only possible improvement would be the total removal of that thong! So, why don't you take it off?"
"Maybe later .... right now I'm trying to eat my sandwich." Trish replied.
As we sailed along comfortably with a good wind, I said, "Let's head down to the island and tack around to the lee side and anchor." Trish nodded in agreement.
Perhaps thirty minutes later, we were far enough beyond the island that I could jibe and head us back to the anchorage. About half way along that side of the island, I asked Trish to turn us into the wind while I dropped the anchor. We approached to within about 30 yard of shore when I dropped the anchor. I let the wind luff the sails until we had stopped, then blown back far enough to set the anchor. At this point I furled the jib and lowered the mainsail and, with Trish's help, tied the sail to the boom with several bungee cords.
"Trish, good job! Let's just sit here and relax for awhile with another beer." She nodded and I went below and got each of us another beer.
"What a beautiful day! Trish exclaimed. But I'm getting hot here in the sun! How about we go for a swim?" she suggested.
I responded, "Surely that weasel isn't the reason for your overheated state is it? Why don't you take it off and I'll take mine off as well and let's go skinny dipping." I said.
"You are right, my so called 'bathing suit' isn't the source of heat and it certainly isn't protecting my modesty! she noted. But what if another boat comes by while we are naked in the water?"
"Trish, you haven't heard one boat motor since we've been out here and, as quiet as it is, we'd hear it in plenty of time to get back onboard!"
"But what about sailboats, they don't make any noise?"
"You are right Trish, but look the island is so low and flat that we would spot a slow moving sailboat's mast in plenty of time." was my reply.
She grinned as she removed that minimalist bra top then stood as she lowered and stepped out of the thong. I removed my shorts and quickly realized that I had acquired a substantial erection.
