The Sailing Date - part 3 - Sex Stories

The Sailing Date - part 3

... spread out on either side of the mast in majestic splendor. The waves no longer sprayed across the bow. Halie would rise up and surf until the wave passed forward. It’s also much warmer without wind and spray. For better boat balance, they were on opposite sides. The back of the boat is at a perfect angle to lean against and stretch legs out on the seat and just relax. The f***es on the tiller were also greatly reduced. This is a very lazy way to sail. Dave cautioned her about not letting the wind get behind the main or the boom would fly violently across in an accidental jibe. He agreed to take the tiller so she could rest easy. While Julie was physically resting, her mind was active. She had the perfect view of Dave’s massive erection. It had to be nine inches, and wider than her wrist. This is way more cock than the fantasy Dave was powering into her when she masturbated. There was a wet spot in his briefs all around the head. He is leaking pre-cum watching my hot body. Julie squeezed her thighs together to stimulate her aching clit. She knew she would feel that massive cock thrusting into her wet pussy before the day was done. She dozed off daydreaming of just how good that would feel. Dave glanced over and saw Julie’s eyes getting heavier. He was so tuned into Haile that he could keep her on course with little attention. This allowed him to really enjoy looking at the young body opposite him. The full curve of her breasts, capped with stiff nipples, were rising and ...

... falling with each breath. Her abs were well defined. Her flat stomach led to a prominent mons pubis. The bikini bottoms and Julie’s lavish thighs hid her vagina. The white fabric and string ties were like jewelry on her tanned skin. Her legs were long and toned. Dave couldn’t ask for a more perfect example of womanhood. His cock throbbed as he studied Julie’s delights. Dave guided Halie into the shallows near shore and dropped anchor without disturbing Julie. He lowered the sails and erected a boom tent to shade the cockpit from the midday sun. The boom tent would also provide privacy from the homes on the shore of the lake. Next, Dave placed the swim ladder over the side and pulled two large fluffy towels out of storage. He gently woke Julie. “Would you like to go for a swim before lunch?” he asked. Julie looked around agog at the transformation of Halie from active sailboat to restful retreat. She clapped her hands together in delight. “Yes, lets cool off in the lake.” She answered. Dave checked the depth gauge. “Go ahead and dive off the stern. We have 12’ of water under us.” Julie did just that. She executed a flawless entry into the water. Her gym teacher would have been proud of that dive. The water was cool and refreshing with layers of chill deeper and very comfortable at the surface. She cleared the water from her face and spun around to watch Dave enter the water. Dave dove in away from her using a low angle to just skim the surface. She lost sight of him in the murky ...