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Glenn Shorrock: "If there's one thing in my life that's missing, it's the time that I spend alone, sailing on the cool and bright clear water."
NUDE DAY CONTEST 2018
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I'm about to embark on a spring break of a lifetime. This is probably my last spring break. 'm getting my masters at the University of Miami. I have a Bachelor's Degree in Computer Science but my passion is cell phone app development. I have had zero luck selling any of my apps. I have some good ideas but it's a cutthroat business and I haven't had my fifteen minutes of fame yet. Even though none have been licensed, I still enjoy making and using them for myself. My name is Ryan and I turned twenty three a month ago.
Unlike most of the crowd at a spring break gathering, I'm going to be cruising the harbors in 'Six Pack Apps', a twenty three meter yacht (That's about seventy five feet for those of you who didn't realize there would be math involved.) I've grown up around water and have enjoyed sailing for as long as I can remember. I've seen pictures of me at the wheel of a boat when I was just a few feet tall.
You want to know my secret to success? Choose your parents carefully. My parents live paycheck to paycheck. They're not poor, they just spend well beyond their incomes. You're probably wondering how it is that I'll be floating around the Caribbean in a babe magnet yacht? Thankfully my mother has a very successful sibling.
My mother's brother, Albert, is a partner in a software company that has successfully marketed several very profitable phone apps. I helped his staff with some sticky inter-module interfaces. For that I get a small royalty check every month. It's hardly enough to pay the fuel bill for the yacht. Albert has made so much money that he decided that people with his wealth always owned a yacht. Albert discovered he hates spending time on the water.
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In an effort to avoid taking a sizable hit on disposing his yacht, Albert recruited me to parade it around the Caribbean. I rented a car in Miami to be dropped off at Hilton Head. After losing the car I grabbed a cab to Uncle Albert's office. He had a credit card issued for my use in keeping the yacht in sharp working condition. In addition, I can withdraw up to five hundred in cash per day for living and marketing expenses. Albert and I talked at length about a marketing strategy. What we hope to accomplish is finding a couple of ladies willing to prance around nude on the deck. We'd take the yacht into international waters then, hopefully, have loud raucous sex in plain view. To hide our identities we plan on wearing Mardi Gras feather masks. Word travels fast when naked ladies are available for viewing.
We talked for a few hours then I took a cab to the marina. My job is to find a buyer for his yacht. I have a week to attract a buyer. My payoff will be ten percent as a finder's fee. He's asking three and a half million. If it sells for three I'll be one happy camper.
I checked my supplies, made a few small purchases, and then set sail for Fort Lauderdale. My best friend, Ralph, is meeting me and will help for three nights. He has an important job interview next week. I would be considered the wingman for Ralph. He has light blond, almost white, hair and very light blue eyes. The girls cannot get enough of Ralph and his baby face. I make no apologies for hustling and bedding one of the losers once Ralph has chosen his pussy for the night. If there's a downside to Ralph, it would be that he'll never be accused of outsmarting you. I think he wonders where the sun goes at night.
Before embarking, I placed several 'For Sale' signs around the craft. The phone number on the signs belongs to a burner phone I purchased. The message on that phone gives my email address and a website which contains the yacht specs. All I need now is to find some babes who would like to wear little to nothing as we sail from port to port. I also decided to try to make a little coin by displaying an 'Ask us about day cruises' sign.
It was Saturday morning and after an uneventful trip I docked 'Six Pack Apps' in the calm and quiet pre-dawn waters. I secured the yacht using the dock lines and cleats. I pinned a few 'Help Wanted' 3x5 cards on the bulletin board. After a short visit to the harbor office I found the cafe where Ralph and I agreed to meet.
Ralph was waiting for me. We ate a huge breakfast then went back to the yacht. Ralph and I sat on the deck drinking beer. An older couple inquired about a harbor cruise. We told them we were already booked. Around noon Ralph took off for the general store to stock up on snacks. We have a lot of booze already on board, minus the few drinks we'd already downed.
I noticed three bikini clad ladies looking at the bulletin board where I had pinned my cards. I phoned Ralph and encouraged him to see what the ladies were looking to find. After chatting with the ladies for a few minutes, Ralph returned and was followed by the three cuties.
Pointing at each "Ryan, we have company. This is Susan, Mary, and Julie."
"Actually I'm Mary and that's Julie" came the correction.
Susan is a redhead with at least 36 D boobs and an apple bottom. She is very fair in complexion, almost pale. She needs to be careful about sun burn. Mary is a blond with a pony tail and also sports 36 D boobs. Susan weighs a little more than Mary so I think her boobs are fuller. Julie is a black haired beauty. She's a few inches shorter than the other two but her cleavage is the thing dreams are made of. I imagined seeing my cock sliding between those perky tits.
"Nice to meet you ladies. How can we be of service today?"
Julie took the lead "Ralph said you were looking for help selling your boat."
"Yes we are. Did Ralph disclose what our helpers would be doing?"
"Not really."
"We're offering one hundred per day. You would be sunbathing naked on the deck while we cruise along in international waters along the US line. Do you have a problem with that?"
Julie flipped her top up and her tits came into full view. She had a very small patch of white around the nipples.
"Would these work?"
"Absolutely. Better put those away before you draw a crowd. How about you Susan? And you Mary?"
In tandem both sets of boobs came bouncing into view. No tan lines on Mary's tits but Susan's were milky white.
"Perfect, put them away. When do we have to have you back here?"
They huddled for a minute then Mary "This time next Friday. We have late afternoon flights that day."
"Oh, so you are thinking about sleeping on the yacht?"
"If we could. We are here on spring break. We're all students at Clemson. We thought it would be no problem to get a hotel room but the city is sold out. I guess there's a home improvement show at the convention center and we don't have a place to stay."
"Ralph, chat time."
Ralph and I agreed that if they would be our sex slaves then we'd house and feed them for the next week.
"Ladies join us."
After all were in the huddle I whispered "If you want to be our guests then we expect you to be available for Ralph and I to enjoy as we see fit. No expense to you but we get anything we want from you. Do you still want a free week on the yacht?"