Lisa was feeling a little nervous as she walked down the pontoon towards their boat. Mark's invitation was more cryptic than usual.
He had told her to be there at exactly eight. No earlier and no later. He had even suggested that she go into the Marina bar beforehand and have a large G&T. This she had done and she could feel the warm glow as her heels clicked on the wood. She stepped gracefully over the railing her long, thick black hair blown in the breeze. Lisa was 38, tall and slim, with small, pert breasts, Mark always liked it when she didn't wear a bra.
She stopped outside the boat and looked in – Mark was sitting on deck with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. All very normal, she thought. She boarded.
Mark was very welcoming and gave her a big hug and deep passionate kiss. Her nervousness eased as she felt the usual surge of passion, it never dimmed. "There are a couple of people I want you to meet," he said. She felt a frizzon of sexual energy shoot through her and her legs went weak for a split second.
"Oh, OK" she said retaining her composure and trying to stay non-committal.
Mark led her downstairs where she was slightly surprised to find two men sitting at the table. One was familiar and the other she had never seen before. Mark introduced them as his friends Neil and Richard and poured Lisa a glass of Champagne; it was obvious that they had already had a few. Lisa tried to gather her thoughts and work out what was going on here. She was never sure with Mark, she trusted him, but then again, you never know. Her first instinct was to turn and leave, but then she checked herself. She decided to play it cool and see what happened. For half an hour they sat and chatted and it became obvious that they knew a lot about Lisa, she wasn't sure that she liked it but it was not an unpleasant feeling to know Mark talked about her in glowing terms. Although some of the detail was a bit close to the bone.
While they talked Mark held Lisa's hand and was being very affectionate, which she liked. It was very proprietal and she understood that he was showing off his boat and his bird. She liked that. The conversation soon turned to sex and Lisa started to enjoy being the centre of attention as it became obvious that she was the object of desire for all three men. Mark started to get more than affectionate as he kissed her neck and his hands brushed her breasts. She liked the showing off but wondered where it was leading. Surely she was not going to be pawed by these men? They were OK looking but not really sexy guys, she thought. She decided to go with the flow for the time being. Mark wouldn't let it go too far, she was sure.
More champagne was consumed, most of it by Lisa, who was trying to stay sober and aware but was getting caught up in the whirl. She began to get flushed when Mark started stroking her breasts thru her jumper. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples became erect and very sensitive. He knew this and didn't stop. She wasn't sure whether she liked what was happening or not, but she let it continue. Neil and Richard were sitting on the bench seat, Lisa was on the stool in front of the table. Mark was behind her and slid his hand up her jumper and grasped her breasts firmly. Although shocked she threw her head back against his waist as he caught her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed, hard. She looked him in the eyes and saw him grin wickedly. The stubbornness in Lisa rose through the doubt. He's pushing me she thought, expecting me to bottle out or react. We will see! She decided, and pulled his head down and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She could feel the other two's eyes boring in to her. She realised that her jumper had ridden up and her breasts were bare, her erect nipples pointing at them. They were quiet now, sitting there, watching, and drinking. A moment of doubt went through Lisa's mind before the defiance kicked in. She turned on the stool and started stroking Mark's cock through his trousers as he stood in front of her. If it's a show these bastards want, lets give them one she thought. She undid his trousers and they slipped to the floor, he wasn't wearing any underwear and she grabbed his cock and stuffed it in her mouth. There were gasps from the other side of the table. Mark was looking down at her with a look of the deepest power, a mixture of respect, admiration, passion and love. Mark removed his cock from her mouth and whipped off her jumper. She stood up letting all those present see her beautifully firm torso topped with those exquisite pert breasts of which she should be so proud. Mark told her to remove her trousers, as she did he moved the table out of the way and laid on the floor, waiting for her. As her trousers came off she heard Neil say,
