“No... it’s not them. It’s the boat that gave us thumbs up this morning. They stopped by a while ago and asked if they could join us on the beach. They just went back down river to pick up a buddy of theirs,” he said all of this so matter-of-factly while simultaneously pulling up his shorts.
“And it didn’t occur to you to fill me in on the fact that we had company coming???” I had a shocked tone to my voice.
“It’s not like you gave me a chance. And it’s not like I knew when or if they really would be joining us. Honey, that was a sexy thing that just happened. Instead of watching porn... we were the porn!!!” he was proud.
I guess I really needed to get a grip. I didn’t know these people and would never have to see them again. My man and I enjoyed watching skin flicks now and then... Wow, he was right, now we were the flick!! Plus, it’s not like we had gotten boos and hisses. We had been a hit. By now our guests had pulled their boat up to shore. They actually moved passed where we were standing and had pulled their boat up beside ours... in front of our beach blanket. So it would seem I had no choice but to go with the flow. Bottoms were on the beach lying somewhere in the sand and bikini top, I think, was on the boat. I had just gotten a great fuck, the sun was shining and I still had more wine. My man and I strolled back down to our blanket to meet the welcoming committee.
There were two guys and a girl and she had jumped off the boat first. We had approached and were now within talking distance as she just stood on the beach looking at us, smiling she said. “Honey, I want some of your action. I loves me some sexy time on the river. Mind if we join you?”
I was still feeling a little shy, sort of hiding behind my boy, realizing that this was in fact not a dream. What was I going to say at this point? “Sure... why not... it would appear I have nothing to hide,” chuckles and laughter followed from everyone.
“Cool... now if y’all don’t mind, I need to find a little privacy. I hate peeing on the boat with an audience.” She dropped her bag and trotted up to the bushes. Well, at least I’d have one thing in common with this new stranger friend.
Now that the initial shock of being nude in front of strangers had worn off, I felt myself feeling strangely bold. Instead of wanting to grab the blanket off the sand and wrap myself up in it, I strutted to the cooler, poured another glass of wine and found one of the chairs. Tata’s to the wind didn’t really bother me, but I was feeling a little modest about my exposed peanut. I sat there with my legs crossed but shoulders back and chest out happy to get rid of my bikini top tan lines.
My man’s new found guy friends had handed him a beer and the fishing talk ensued. They were standing knee deep in the river, talking about rods... fishing that is... bait and luck on the river today. Apparently no one had had any luck beyond my boy’s catch and release action of me.
“So Sexy Time... just call me Hot Stuff,” my new gal pal had announced after she made her way back to the blanket and chairs. She asked politely, “do you mind if I sit on your blanket?”
“Please... enjoy,” I gestured to the blanket. “Would you like a drink? There is wine, ciders and beer in the cooler.”
“Ooo, thanks, I’d love a cider. I can only take so many beers before I just feel fat. They only ever seem to fill the cooler on my husband’s boat with beer.” Hmm, now we had two things in common.
Hot Stuff, huh, well, I will give her that. Also in a skimpy bathing suit, my guest had a fantastic figure, I’m guessing some full 32C’s, tiny little waist and a juicy ass that I couldn’t help notice when she strolled away from me taking her potty break. I’m all about my man, but I have noticed, whether a man’s or a woman’s, I always seem to notice nice firm ass cheeks. I had this almost uncontrollable desire to reach over and squeeze hers as she had bent over to reach into the cooler. Cider in hand, she laid on the blanket on her belly facing the river. No sooner was she on the blanket, her top was undone at the back, but still tied around her neck. Propped up on her elbows, her body was in a beautiful yoga type cobra pose, her firm perky breasts rested gently on the blanket at the edge of the sand. My chair was beside her, also facing the river. We spent some time bantering back and forth with the boys and debated their fishing skills since no one was yet able to bring a fish to shore. I found it hard to not keep staring at her body and was just grateful my sunglasses were as dark as they were.
In discussing the best approach to actually catch a fish, Hot Stuff’s man, and what turned out to be her brother-in-law, decided to fire up their boat and drop anchor just off shore. Really, they only dropped anchor about 25 feet off shore, but they could now cast the rod past the point where the river went from 5 feet deep to probably about 50 feet deep. My man chose to still fish from shore, but was close enough that he could still able to chat with his new fishing buddies.
We were all just enjoying the afternoon sun and being on the water. I had had enough of sunning my boobs and decided I needed to lie down. It was a big blanket so there was plenty of room for both of us. The ice had been broken when our company first arrived to the beach and I was naked, but now that we had spent some time together, conversation became a little more relaxed.
“You and your man sure look like you enjoy getting hot and bothered together. I caught a glimpse of you going down on him when we first hit the river this morning. And then, wow, the way he was hammering at you earlier... it was fucking hot. We didn’t get to see much, but it was enough to get me wet.” Hot Stuff was telling me this with a very lustful tone to her voice. She added, “My husband and I appreciate a little down and dirty time. I’ve always wondered how I’d feel with someone watching me.”
“Truth be told,” I confided, “I wanted to die when I first heard you whistle at us. But like a second later I felt like I couldn’t possible get enough cock inside of me. I got really turned on. You know that feeling your pussy gets when you’re horny and haven’t had any in a while? Well, shit, I had just got some and was instantaneously ready for more. I’m pretty sure I’ll end up jumping my man one more time before we get back to the boat launch.”
“Make it happen Sista, take one for the team!” she said as we giggled like school girls.
“Fish-on!” was the warrior cry from the boat on the water. “Wooohooo!”
Finally there was a fish on a hook. We saw it jump, it was big one and it was a runner. Hot Stuff’s husband was manning the rod as her brother-in-law brought in his line and pulled anchor. When a fish is a runner, if you don’t want to lose it, you chase it. It’s funny how fast a fisherman can move when there’s a fish on the line. Before we knew it the boat was fired up and the boys were down stream. My man, still casting from the shore.
I remained on the blanket and cheered them on. Hot Stuff had gotten up and made her way to shore telling her man to make her proud and not to forget to come back and get her. She had forgotten that her top was partially untied and we all got an eyeful of her perfectly plump 32C’s. I knew I liked looking at a firm ass, but wow, did she ever turn me into a breast woman. Her nipples were so dark and poking into the air. She gave truth to the expression of nipples so hard they could cut glass.
“Well, I guess I’m hanging with you guys for a while if that’s ok,” she said as she walked back to the blanket. Looking down at herself, she realized she was hanging in the breeze and pulled her top up over her head and tossed it to the sand, “and if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to join you.” Not only had she gone topless, she wasted no time dropping her bottoms to the sand as well.
“Feel free,” was all I could say, still hoping my sunglasses were dark enough that she could not see me staring at her beautiful boobs and delightful pussy.
“Oh Honey, you look like you are really getting burned. Let me put some sunscreen on for you.” Before I knew it she was kneeling over me and had lotioned up her hands and began rubbing it all over my back. She had started in the middle at my shoulder blades and in one long sweep on either side of my spine, moved down to the small of my back. Pulling her hands apart a little, they moved back up passed my blades just touching the top of my shoulders. I felt her thumbs gently press and massage the back of my neck. Swirling in a few circles, her hands moved yet again further apart and ran down either side of my back and I felt her finger tips lightly graze the side of my breasts. Holy fuck! I’d been feeling hot and bothered all day and this was sending me into overdrive. I’d never felt the tender touch of another woman. The tingle in my pussy was genuinely electric.
“Thank you, so much,” were the only words I could muster, my breath taken away with the sensuality of the moment. At this point she had covered my back thoroughly with sunscreen so I figured she was done. Apparently I was wrong, because the next thing I felt were her hands on the back of my legs, running the entire length, covering my calves, the back of my knees and the back of my thighs right up to the delicate crease where leg meets ass. My head was turned to one side and I could see my man still standing in the river. He had stopped fishing and was just watching the erotic rub down of girl on girl.
“You have such soft skin. I could just keep gliding my hands over your body all day. I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to put some sunscreen on your cute little ass cheeks.” Before I could say a word, I felt both of her hands on me. She massaged in circles and didn’t let go grabbing my ass with a firmer hold. Oh my God I was in heaven.
My masseuse glanced up and saw my man was making his way towards us. She looked him in the eye and said, “I hope you don’t mind, but your girl looked like she needed some sunscreen.”
“Ah ya...cool,” as always, a man of few words, he just nodded his head, reached for a beer and grabbed a seat to see what might happen next.
To say I was wet was an understatement and I could feel my pussy swell with every caress.