Chapter 10

“Get the anchor, Babe,” I ordered Leigh as I started the engine. She climbed into the bow and pulled on the anchor rope as I powered the boat forward. The act of bending over spread Leigh’s vaginal lips, allowing cum to dribble down her thigh, a testament to the afternoon’s activities.

Once Leigh had pulled the anchor onboard, she joined me in the cockpit, and we sped out of Party Cove on the opposite side from where the Palm Beach Police boat had entered. Leigh stood next to me at the helm, making no effort to cover her nudity. I marveled at how comfortable she had become with being nude in public, her body on display for anyone to see.

It wasn’t until we entered the canal that led to the dock at my parents’ house that Leigh covered up. She grabbed one of the beach towels and wrapped it around her waist, but left her shapely breasts exposed, her nipples still hard and erect from arousal.

I smiled at her and pointed at her chest and teasingly asked, “Are you gonna put those things away?”

“What? Don’t you like looking at my boobs?” she responded with a snicker, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know I love your boobs,” I assured her. “I’m just not sure you want the neighbors to see.”

“I love being naked,” she explained, a dreamy look in her eye. “And we’re going back to Texas in a couple of weeks, so at this point, I’m not going to bother being modest.”

Shaking my head and laughing, I steered the boat towards our dock, the cool evening air whipping around us, the sounds of our adventure still echoing in our ears. Moments later, we glided past one of our neighbors’ docks. Mr. Batiste, a robust figure despite his seventy-plus years, was there, methodically washing his dock with a hose. The water arced through the air, creating a shimmering curtain that reflected the late afternoon sun. Mr. Batiste, a man of few words but a wealth of experience, had fled Cuba in the 1950s as Castro’s regime rose to power. He was a key figure in establishing the Sugar Industry in Florida, bringing with him the knowledge and expertise gained from his years of sugar production in Cuba. As a child, I would often sit on his porch, enthralled by his stories of fighting against the “Revolutionaries,” his voice a low rumble, punctuated by the scent of his Cuban cigars and the occasional sip of rum.

As we approached, I waved and yelled, “HOW ARE YOU DOIN’ TODAY, MR. BATISTE!”

Mr. Batiste looked up, his weathered face breaking into a wide grin as he waved back. His eyes, sharp and inquisitive, immediately zeroed in on Leigh’s exposed breasts. A devilish glint sparkled in his eyes as he took in the sight of her nude body, the water from the hose momentarily forgotten. “I’M DOING MUCH BETTER NOW!” he shouted back, his voice booming with amusement and appreciation.

A smile playing on my lips as I glanced at Leigh, who merely shrugged and grinned, unashamed and unapologetic about her nudity. Continuing to my parents’ dock, I expertly maneuvered the boat into the slings designed to lift the boat out of the water. With a push of a red button, the electric motors hummed to life, the cables creaking and groaning as they hoisted the boat out of the water, leveling it with the raised dock.

Leigh, ever helpful, assisted me in unloading the boat, gathering her bathing suit and the beach towels, piling them neatly on the dock. I grabbed the small cooler containing the untouched beers and set it beside the towels. Leigh, attempting to climb out of the boat, found her movement restricted by the beach towel wrapped around her waist. With a playful huff, she stepped back, untied the towel, and stepped onto the dock, fully nude, her body glistening in the sun. She scooped up her belongings and sauntered towards the house, her hips swaying seductively, her bare ass a sight to behold.

“I’m going to wash the boat down. I’ll be inside when I’m done,” I called out, my eyes following her retreating form, admiring the curve of her spine, the sway of her hips, the toned muscles of her legs.

Climbing onto the dock, I unreeled the hose, turned on the water, and began to wash down the boat. This is the part I hated about taking out the boat, washing off the salt water at the end of the day, but it was a habit that my father had ingrained in me. I slowly worked my way from the bow to stern, making sure I soaked every surface. The sun beat down on my back, the scent of the ocean mingling with the damp wood of the dock, creating a familiar, comforting aroma.

About twenty minutes into washing the boat, I looked up and noticed Leigh standing on the dock, still completely naked, with a beer in her outstretched hand. “I thought you might like a beer.” She offered as I took the beer from her hand.

“Thanks, Babe!” I replied, twisting off the cap and taking a long, refreshing swig, the cold liquid a stark contrast to the warm afternoon air.

My eyes roamed over Leigh’s sexy body. She had obviously taken s quick shower, to wash off the suntan lotion, Having undone the braids, her hair was now pulled back into a tight ponytail, emphasizing her high cheekbones and sparkling green eyes. She was a vision, a goddess standing before me, her body a testament to her vitality and confidence. “So, are you planning to put some clothes on anytime soon?”

Leigh flashed me one of her beautiful smiles, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What? I like being nude. Don’t you like me being nude?”

“As far as I’m concerned, you can be naked all the time,” I responded, my gaze lingering on her beautiful body, “Think about how much I’ll save not having to buy you clothes.”

She giggled and replied, “You’re not going to get off that easy. I’m going to make us some dinner. How much longer are you going to be?”

“I’ll be done in about ten minutes, but I want to take a quick shower.” I explained

“Alright, I’ll have dinner ready in a half hour.” She confirmed as she turned on her heel and sexily sauntered back into the house.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the house, the scent of cooking food wafting through the air, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. Leigh, clad in nothing but a full apron that read “Kiss the Cook” was in the kitchen, her back to me as she chopped vegetables at the counter. She glanced over her shoulder, acknowledging my presence with a smile and a nod of her head.

Stepping into the kitchen, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as I kissed her gently on the cheek, the scent of her freshly washed hair filling my nostrils. “Smells good!”

“Well hopefully it will taste as good as it smells.” She responded. “There wasn’t a lot in the refrigerator so I’m kinda just winging it.”

I patted Leigh on her firm shapely ass, giving it a playful squeeze and said, “Well as soon as I’m done getting a shower, I’ll be ready to eat.”

While I showered, the hot water cascading over my body, I couldn’t shake the erotic imagery of Leigh cooking dinner wearing only an apron. The vision of her bare ass, her toned legs, and her breasts spilling over the top of the apron was seared into my mind, resulting in a raging hard-on. I could have easily taken care of it myself, but I had a better idea. Since it was her fault ... well, kind of her fault ... that I was in this state, I would use her to satisfy me.

Exiting the shower, I quickly dried my body with a nearby fluffy towel. Naked, I slowly padded down the hall toward the kitchen, my heart pounding with anticipation. Peeking around the corner, I stared at Leigh’s beautiful bare ass as she bent over the sink, washing some of the utensils she had used to prepare dinner. Her body was a masterpiece, her muscles toned and defined. I took a moment to admire the view, my cock throbbing with desire.

Sneaking up behind her, I bent her over the sink, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her ass presented to me like an offering. I kicked her legs apart, my knee pressing against her inner thigh, forcing her to spread wider. With one swift thrust, I plunged my cock into her waiting pussy, the sensation of her wet, warm walls enveloping me sending shivers down my spine. I wasn’t surprised at how easily I slid into her, her pussy dripping with arousal.

“Oh my gawwddd!” Leigh groaned as I sank my rod to the hilt, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Don’t talk!” I commanded. “ ... and don’t touch yourself. For the rest of the night, you’re only to be used for my pleasure. You’re not to cum unless I tell you, you can cum.”

She whimpered as I roughly fucked her from behind. I pumped her with total disregard for her enjoyment. The only thing that drove me was my own satisfaction. Biting her bottom lip to silence her moans, Leigh leaned back meeting my thrusts. By focusing on my climax over Leigh’s pleasure, it wasn’t long before I dumped a small load of sperm deep in her vagina. With all the sex I’d been having over the summer it seemed like I was finally getting depleted.