Chapter 7: Sex on the High Seas

I got to wear my sexy red bikini the next weekend. Jake had a large and new powerboat. Sheri, Maryann, and I connected with his boat at the city marina about eleven a.m. on Saturday morning. He’d named the boat Paradigm Shift. Owen and Luke were also there and looking quite buff.

Sean showed up just after we did with Marsha, another beautiful woman that also worked in the same marketing department that Sheri and I did. We were friends, and I’d had lunch and gone out many times with Marsha. We laughed about how we’d tapped into the same social clique of men.

One thing I noticed is that we were all wearing bikinis that were little more than tiny scraps of colored cloth and some string. I guess I hadn’t paid attention, but Marsha was stacked and had a hard time containing her opulent breasts in the tiny bikini bra. No one was complaining. Everyone was hopeful.

Jake and the others had laid in a fabulous supply of food and drink for our voyage. We were going to go from Sarasota to Fort Meyers, having lunch along the way, drinks at our destination, and then motor back to our home port after dark. I learned that Jake had been a boater all his life, so felt safe in his hands. The boat also had state-of-the-art navigation and safety gear on it. Having grown up inland, I didn’t know much about boating, but this was really fun.

The boat was a multi-deck fifty-five-foot Sea Ray. It had multiple bedrooms, heads, and huge galley-living room-dining area, as well as lots of space on the upper decks in very comfortable chairs that swung around in all directions. This was one fabulous hole in the water and I realized that this must have cost a small fortune. That was when I realized that Jake was quite well off financially.

We left the marina and cruised into the Gulf of Mexica and then started south at a slow pace. By the time we turned south parallel to the west coast of Florida, the land was just about visible from the upper deck. Jake was at the helm with Maryann draped over him in an affectionate manner. He could run the boat and make out with her at the same time.

I watched Sheri very closely to ensure that my behavior was in keeping with what was expected on the giant yacht. I knew she’d get it right. Shortly after we got in the Gulf, she removed her bikini bra, and tucked it away where she could find it later. The rest of the women followed suit, and so did I. I loved being out in the sunshine with my bare boobs. We all did each other with sunscreen.

Owen got to apply sun tan lotion all over my body, even reaching under the small loose bottom to my bikini to be sure every square inch of skin was covered in protective lotion. He paid special attention to my new tattoo. He kissed it, and then lapped up my slit from one end to the other as he pulled the material of my bikini bottom to one side.

The Gulf was pretty calm, especially for a yacht as large as this one. Jake had an autopilot that he engaged, and then directed the other men as they set up a propane grill on the fantail of the boat.

Luke and Sean oversaw the grilling of hamburgers and hotdogs for our lunch. There were all sorts of side dishes and salads, too. All of us helped set the table on the upper deck, and then carry the various parts of the meal there. Jake stopped the yacht and just let us drift as we ate. I thought we’d bob around, but the boat was large enough that it seemed like we were steady and stable.

After cleaning up, Marsha, Sheri, Maryann, and I went up on the foredeck with towels and stretched out to work on our tans. What made our action unique was that we removed the last of our bikinis so the four of us were nude. Of course, as Sheri accurately summed up the situation, we were also trolling for men.

The men eventually got the message about what we wanted. Jake repositioned the yacht, even dropped anchor, and put up a few of the right kind of flags on one of the masts. I think we were ‘officially’ fishing or diving or something like that. In any case, we couldn’t see another water craft near us in any direction. I heard Jake state that we were well out of the channel.

Four naked men found us on the foredeck. Owen came to me and suddenly I was embraced and getting a boatload of kisses, and then he was sucking on my breasts, and then fingering me, and then we were fucking in the bright sunlight with me riding him.

Right next to me, Marsha had Luke plowing through her fields, as Sean worked on Maryann, and Jake fucked Sheri. No one was too serious; these were all ‘fun fucks’. We were laughing at our audacity to do this in public in the open with a slight chance of being caught. I realized I’d been seeing a spectrum of behaviors over the past week or so as others and I had sex.

Owen traded with Luke, and I welcomed a new lover for the next few minutes. Soon, I had Jake and then Sean also fucking me as others shifted around.

I knew Marsha from work, but hadn’t seen her in a sexual situation before. She was really sexy, and vocal about how much cock she was getting and how she liked it. I was surprised about this side of her, and later she confided that she’d been thinking the same thing about me.

One by one, each of the men orgasmed into one of the women. Marsha got two shots of cum from Owen and Sean.

Marsha gave me the eye and said, “You go both ways?”

I confided, “Still learning and open to just about anything.”

A few seconds later, the two of us were putting on a show for the others as we ate each other’s pussy. Discounting the cum, Marsha tasted really good and I told her so. “I want more of this when we’re not distracted with the men so much.”

She smiled, “We can arrange that. We’ll talk later.”

All of us went skinny-dipping in the Gulf of Mexico to cleanse ourselves. The yacht had a fresh-water shower on the fantail that we could use to rinse off the salt water. We stayed nude and air dried.

Jake made it back to the helm, raised anchor, started the engines, and we started motoring towards the waterside restaurant we’d been targeting earlier. Marsha went up to keep him company, and soon she was cowgirl mounted in his lap as he steered and looked over her shoulder for other traffic. They kissed a lot as they fucked and set an example for everyone else.

Sean and I coupled up, and rode along slowly fucking as we talked. Sheri was riding Owen, and Maryann was laying back as Luke slowly wanked into her. I kept learning new words for what people were doing.

Eventually, Jake got closer to the shore and the channel to the intracoastal waterway and our restaurant. We all broke apart and put on some clothing again, including the sexy bikinis.

The eight of us, including the four women who were barely dressed in bikinis and thin cover-ups, went to the dockside bar and got drinks. Sheri ordered daquiris for the two of us. I’d never had one before and so that slid down really easily.

Sheri teased me, “Are you feeling like a slut yet after our boat ride here?”

I asked her back, “No, are you? Should I be?”

She laughed. “No, but many women would think we were all way off base in our behavior.”

I frowned, “they’d be upset about what? Fucking in the daytime, on a boat, four partners in a half-hour, sucking cum from another woman, or what?”

She continued to chuckle, “Any or all of those things would do. All of them together would make us a sure thing for the title of Super Slut. I don’t even mind being called a slut, because I know that I have more fun any ten other people all added together – present company excluded, of course.”

The restaurant had a live band playing some rockin’ music. We all started to dance, in bathing suits, bikinis, and flip-flops. The four of us girls attracted great attention, especially as all our parts started to vibrate, bob, wobble, and shimmy. Marsha kept having wardrobe malfunctions and consequently got the most attention.

Often, I wasn’t dancing with anybody in particular so various other men outside our group would start to dance with me. More than one got handsy with my ass or boobs. I didn’t discourage the behavior, but I also didn’t encourage it.

We didn’t leave the restaurant-lounge-club until about ten o’clock. I wondered about safely navigating back to the marina where we’d started in the dark, but Jake assured me it was no problem.