Jamie - Sex Stories

Jamie

... arms and hands. I spent some time on her tits, making sure that every inch of skin was caressed and covered with the lotion. I rubbed it into her nipples, along the half-moon curve and down her belly to the top of her g-string. I massaged it into her inner thighs and legs down to her toes. She in turn took off my shirt and rubbed the lotion into my chest, stomach and arms, neck and face. She told me to pull my spandex off. I did, my hard dick bouncing against my belly-button. She reached into a small satchel at her side and extracted another g-string. "Here," she said, "put this on." Before I could, she couldn't resist fondling my cock. Abruptly she withdrew her hand and watched me pull on the g-string. I pulled it on, and felt the string slip between the crack of my ass. Jamie slapped my butt and told me to lie back down. I complied and she began to rub the lotion onto my thighs, legs and feet. We lay there for a while then turned over to toast our backs. I rubbed more lotion into her back, spent a lot of time on her ass cheeks and then down the back of her legs. Jamie then did the same to me, only when she did it, she pulled the g-string to the side and greased up my asshole, finger fucking me with her fingers. She eventually pulled out her fingers and finished rubbing down my legs. As we lay there I leaned over and kissed her, our tongues mingling in lazy circles. After about an hour of this Sherry stood up from where she lay next to Cindy and walked over to the rail. ...

... She turned toward us and called out. "Hey everyone, looks like we have company." She turned and pointed out to sea. A large eighty-foot yacht was about a half mile away and moving closer. "It looks like Jeremy's 'Windrider'." I asked Jamie who Jeremy was. Jeremy she said, was a rich client of Rhonda's, who often partied with them. He knew what they were and was into even more kinky stuff than we were. Rhonda rushed over to the pilot's chair and got on the radio. Shortly after that, a small speed boat detached from the large yacht and sped over to the 'Mystique.' Aboard the small boat was one man, tall and lean, dressed only in white shorts and sandals. "Permission to come aboard?" he shouted. "Permission granted. Get your cute butt up here Jeremy," called Rhonda, catching a line from him and tying it to a cleat. Cindy and Rhonda helped Jeremy over the side. Jamie got up and beckoned me to follow. I had been lying on my back so I had not seen the other women and their state of dress. All the women were topless, and Rhonda had discarded her jean shorts. Apparently she had been wearing a g-string beneath. Their pricks were all heavy and obvious beneath the thin fabric of their panties. All the women embraced Jeremy and Rhonda introduced me to him by name and called me Jamie's boyfriend. We shook hands and nodded. He spoke with a deep voice and said, "I heard you talking to the harbour master back in port. I thought I would invite you all over. I have one of those special parties ...