This story is stand alone. But it is a sequel to an earlier trilogy; The Big Tease, Oral in the Ocean and Fucking Under the Foredeck.
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It had been two weeks since the last trip on the yacht; the one where we had finally found the privacy to consummate our relationship.
Each of us living at home might make good economics in an expensive Sydney real estate market, but it makes for a lousy sex life. It's not so much that our parents expect us to be monastic; it's just the awkwardness of getting down and doing it at the start of a new relationship in a house filled with your parents and siblings. And that's before you worry about the sound transmitting walls.
But for me the situation had been compounded by my growing fondness - I might even be brave enough to call it attachment - to Sam. There's a big difference between that general, vague sort of randienss and sexual deprivation you feel when you're not in a relationship on the one hand and the barely controllable desire to rip off your clothes and surrender your body to a guy you've really got the hots for on the other.
If the tendency of his cock to turn into an embarrassingly visible boner in his pants in my mere presence was any guide, Sam was feeling the same way; even if I allow for the fact that being a guy, it might just as easily been the view down my cleavage that I was all too willing to present to him that was having that effect. And while girls might be a little more lucky in that their state of arousal is not as bleeding obvious, there were times I was aware that my nipples were betraying me; visibly reacting to Sam's presence on a day when cold wasn't an excuse.
Sure, twice since then at the end of a date night he'd fingered me and I'd hand jobbed him to mutual orgasms as we'd pashed in his car before I went inside. But it's not the same is it? And that's before you think about the mess it makes of our clothes. Greeting your parents with soaking wet undies under your short skirt, hoping there's not a revealing damp patch on the back of it while trying not to walk bow legged is never the best form of entrance.
So it was good to get access to dad's yacht again for another mid-week day on the harbour.
As I climbed between the boarding platform and the yacht I knew he was getting a panoramic view of my bikini clad butt. The mini sundress I was wearing rode up as I stretched my legs wide apart to straddle the distance between the jetty and yacht and get over the life lines. I also knew that from where he was standing on the lower level of the dock itself, there was no chance he was looking anywhere else. He wasn't meant to be.
I turned around to take the bag he was holding from him and drop it on the cabin top behind me; leaving him two hands to climb aboard too. Already the start of an erection was showing in the thin stretchy material of his boardies [#board shorts].
After last time, the getting ready routine was a familiar one to him. We moved back to the cockpit, opened up the companionway and climbed down the stairs into the cabin. There the food was taken out of the bag and put into the fridge before storing the bag in the front cabin. As I did last time, I stripped off my dress and left it there too; leaving me in just a very small bikini. More familiar with the routine this time and comfortable with our relationship, Sam followed suit and dumped his t shirt.
Then it was a case of opening up the boat; pulling back blinds and opening the overhead hatches to air the boat out. Sam had seen it before and eagerly helped; although we still found plenty of opportunities to brush provocatively past each other as we moved from spot to spot in the narrow confines of the cabin. And there was no doubt his erection grew within his pants with each contact. Captured by the material of the boardies, it was pointing outward; almost presenting a barrier to my passing. The last time it actually bent sideways and then flicked across my lower stomach before I could get past. Sam just grinned - no longer embarrassed by it - and I grinned back.
Then, as Sam now well knew, there were just two more actions before going topside and preparing it for a sail too. Firstly I lifted up the companionway stairs to gain access to the engine bay to turn on the raw water sea cock and check the engine oil. The engine access is pretty good in this boat and, with or without Sam there, I find the easiest way to do what I need to do is bend at the hips and stick my head and arms in. That of course leaves my butt hanging out and pointing upwards.
I've never doubted that dad's usual crew enjoy the view when I'm the one who does it on race days; even if I'm usually wearing a less than flattering pair of sailing shorts. In the bikini I was wearing today, Sam was getting a lot more than that. I knew from the selfie I'd taken between my legs before the last day that a cute olive skinned butt (if I do say so myself) framed a tiny bikini that was now folded deeply into my bum crack. The leg seams curved sensuously around the mound of my front bottom while the soft thin material moulded itself tightly to the flesh underneath; a pinch of it captured between the lips of my vulva to create a noticeable camel toe.
This was no straight leg seamed, stiff planked pants view of a bikini butt. With the deep camel toe in the orange/ reddish material of the pants, my lady parts had reminded me of two quarters of an apple arranged neatly on an olive skinned plate and just waiting for the eating. They also reminded me of a baboon on heat; a not entirely inappropriate comparison.
That job done, it was just a case of bending under the navigation table to turn on the engine battery; an equally provocative action - maybe more so since two thirds of my body wasn't covered by the companionway stairs as it is when I've got my head stuck in the engine compartment. What should be a simple action is complicated by a need to push the key in as you turn it in just the right way, which you never seem to get right the first time.
I was just about to extract my head when I felt Sam's hands on my hips and almost immediately his shaft come up between my legs; the fairly rigid member slipping quickly into the camel toe in my pants and coming to rest against my already awoken clit. Then I felt his lips kissing the middle of my back.
If I was surprised, it was more that he'd had time to position himself so carefully in what is normally a fairly quick movement by me. On the last trip I'd set out to tease him with all of this; filling his balls with cum and body with testosterone in preparation what was to come later in the day. But that was to be our first time. Now we were both frustrated and randy lovers. There was no doubt that - whatever else it was about - today was about sex. Preferably plenty of it. Now or later or both mattered much less; although preferably both.
I carefully extracted my head from under the table, turning slightly to support my weight against the closed door to the bathroom. I looked down to see the tip of his shaft protruding from between my legs still covered in the material of his boardies.
"In a hurry are you?"
"Well it was a rather tempting perspective."
"Really? I didn't think you'd noticed."
By now his hands had slid up my flanks and his fingers had curled around and found themselves inside the small triangles of my bikini top where they were teasing up my nipples into what felt like large volcanic cones. And I was rocking back and forwards on his cock. Very, very slightly; but it was enough to tell him that he was doing nothing wrong and get me quite aroused all at the same time.
