Sailing Lessons - Sex Stories

Sailing Lessons

... is a video camera in the closet. Fishing tackle, radios, clothes, and whatnot in the dresser drawers. Stuff most people don't leave laying around in a cabin they only stay in about two weeks a year." She said. "That's Uncle Ed for you." I said. "He's got more toys than he knows what to do with." "Do your parents know you smoke rope?" I asked as I took a toke. "Unfortunately, yes, they do. And Mom is one of those old hip-liberals who used to smoke, and has a terrible time telling me I shouldn't. She feels guilty about it, but can't come up with any good excuses why I shouldn't, other than I'm too young. I just try to be discrete about it. You won't say anything, will you?" she asked. "Say anything about what?" I asked with a wink, as I handed her the joint. The sun shined brightly in the pure blue sky. Our conversation sputtered to an end as we both drank in the warmth of the day and listened to the insects and birds. The boat barely stirred in the calm water. Time seemed to stand still as we just drifted along in a euphoric cloud. It was really good marijuana and I was really very stoned. Time seemed to ooze slowly like I was in a dream. I remember Audrey asking me if I'd put oil on her back. She was lying there, with her top undone, and her firm, round young breasts pressed to the towel. I took the bottle of oil from her and squirted some on my hands. I moved her mane of curls from her back and squirted oil on my palms. I began with her back. She didn't have the slightest ...

... line on her back to indicate that she had ever worn her top while tanning. She purred slightly when I rubbed her shoulders and massaged the small of her back. Her skin was flawless. I covered her lower back with oil, sliding my fingers slightly under the straps of her thong bikini bottom to get even coverage. "Do my legs too." she said. I squirted oil in my palm and smoothed it on her long, tan legs, paying special attention to her toes, which seemed particularly sensitive. She giggled and squirmed when I did the bottom of her feet. Her skin was so warm and soft and smooth! I worked my way back up to her back and was just absent-mindedly rubbing her back. "Mmm.. that feels good." she said. I was squirting more oil on my hands when she flipped over and said, "Do my front too." I hesitated. I looked at the puddle of oil in my hand, and then at Audrey. Her tummy was flat and muscular and the tan continued uninterrupted from her tummy to her forehead. She was obviously used to tanning topless. Her firm young breasts seemed to glisten in the sunlight even before I put the oil on them. Maybe she tanned topless so much she didn't think anything about exposing her boobs to strangers, or even uncles. Maybe that made it seem OK; or maybe I was getting into the way Audrey confided in me and thought this was just an extension of that, but for whatever reason, I shrugged and smoothed the oil onto her tummy. Just goes to show how stoned we really were. I trusted her. I had confided a lot of ...