Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 1 - Sex Stories

Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 1

... off the Yiali beach. There was another boat anchored a half mile away. I believe in anti-social anchoring. Underway the two girls and I had had enjoyable conversations about a myriad of subjects. Unlike most of their contemporaries, Anya and Tatiana were more interested in meaningful subjects than in celebrity gossip. They seemed much more mature than their age. Maybe being from a country that has suffered helps make for a more serious attitude. I have always enjoyed the company of women more than that of men, and these girls were no exception. They seemed to be relaxed in my company, and by the time we were moored it felt as though we had known each other a long time. Anya put on a skin, the water and air were warm, and asked me to give her some windsurfing tips. I can BS my way through most situations, but my windsurfing experience was not a happy one. Despite having had lessons and being fairly athletic at the time, I think I managed to stay upright for around twenty milliseconds. I promised to keep an eye on her, but she was on her own. While windsurfing without a skin would have been chilly, the water temperature was perfect for swimming. I suggested to Tatiana that we have a swim before lunch. I went to my cabin and changed into my swimsuit. When I came back up again, Tatiana was already in the water. I could see Anya looking pretty comfortable on her board a few hundred meters away. The bay was protected and enclosed and she would be fine. I grabbed a couple of foam ...

... swim ‘noodles’ and lowered myself into the water. Not exactly warm, but not cold. I swam over to Tatiana and handed her a noodle. I noticed that she was topless. Her breasts were much larger than Anya’s, they sort of floated in front of her. She had large dark nipples. Nipples 'r us. Trying to be nonchalant – I always hang out with topless nineteen-year olds - I showed her how to tuck the noodle behind her under her armpits and we floated facing each other. She looked down at my bathing trunks. There are no secrets in crystal clear water. “I thought we were friends, Fred,” she said, laughing. I saw that she had neglected to wear any part of her bathing suit. There was no bush, she had a bald pussy. I assumed that women who shaved their pussy would be sexier than those that didn’t. Probably juvenile logic. I suffer from that in the context of the fairer sex. She reached and pulled my trunks down. I raised my legs and helped her remove them. The cold water didn’t prevent my dick from starting to rise to the occasion. I threw my trunks on the swim platform. She reached down between my legs and said “Now what have we here? You are happy to see me!” “I certainly am that, but should we be doing this? What will Anya say?” I replied. “Anya will be happy for you,” she laughed, adding, “and for me.” We approached each other face to face. She sat in lap with my now full erection between her legs. I love these noodles because they keep you afloat, but leave your hands free to play. I held ...