St Croix Part II
Our second day on the island began early for us. Our internal bio-clocks were still in the Central Time Zone, two hours behind St Croix as the sun came streaming into the room from the sheers covering the french doors that led to the little patio off the suite.
7:00 am and too much light already. I rolled out of bed and ordered room service then went to shower and shave. As I was shaving, the idea hit me. I unlocked the door to the room and left it slightly ajar. Next I arranged the sheet covering Beth so that her backside was fully exposed as she continued to sleep rolled onto her side.
Returning to the bath room, I applied the shaving cream and waited. Soon the knock on the door came and "Room Service" was softly spoken. I leaned out the bathroom door and asked him to push the cart on in the outer room. Face half shaved and still full of shaving cream, I left the bathroom to meet him, sign for the food, and tip him. I made a fuss about having to find my wallet and told him I'd be right back.
I waited in the bedroom for a 60 count and then returned knowing that all the boy had to do was step two paces from where he stood and he would be able to see into the bed room and Beth's naked back, butt, and legs would be his to feast on.
I don't know if he did or not, but he was a happy fellow leaving with his tip in hand.
When I returned to the bathroom, Beth asked me "Did he see me?" I didn't know she was awake. This day was going to be a great one.
Over breakfast, we talked about the schedule for the day, swimming at the hotel's private beach, maybe a motorboat ride around the island that afternoon, and later dining at one of the sea food restaurants in town.
At 9:00 Beth was still inside trying on her bikinis while I worked the crossword puzzle on the patio. I had switched from coffee to lemonade. Our patio opened to the beach and the water's edge about 100 yards away. A low block wall and planter acted as a screen between the patio and the sandy beach. Our room was over-looked by two other stories in our unit. There were six suites per unit, two per floor. The second and third floor suites had balconies.
I noticed that there was another couple next door and apparently some college aged kids upstairs. About half way through the puzzle, the Schmits next door came out on their patio and we began to chat. Virgil was about 45 with graying hair. He and his wife, Arlene, were from Milwaukee and on their 25th wedding anniversary. Arlene, charitably speaking, was dumpy. She wore a full length dress, hair very short, almost boyish, and a broad brim straw hat.
Arlene's mouth fell open when Beth came out on the patio to ask me if I preferred the white or yellow bikini. She was topless and had applied a liberal amount of oil to her breasts, arms, stomach, etc. The french cut bottoms to her yellow suit revealed almost all of Beth's buns that she had worked so long and hard at the gym over the last year to firm up.
Virgil just stared like he had just seen a vision. His eyes glued to Beth's chest, focusing on her pierced nipples. I casually introduced her to Arlene and Virgil. Beth smiled and held out her hand to shake Virgil's hand. Arlene grabbed him and pulled him back into their room exclaiming "This isn't a nuddie beach! My god, behave yourself."
Beth and I had a great laugh at their expense and I scolded her for flashing her bare breasts to them. "I couldn't help it," she said, "They were begging to be shown off."
"Well," I said, "I will have to help you do that. Want to play 'dare me?'"
She squealed, "Oh most certainly. Dare me to do something really wicked. It's our vacation and no one knows us at all down here."
"Put your top on and work on your tan while I think of some interesting dares for you, you wicked little tease!"
Beth stretched out on the chaise-lounge style patio chair, first on her stomach. I untied the little strings at her neck and middle of her back to smear tanning oils and sunblocks all over her back and legs. I slipped my finger around the edge of her bikini bottom and across her cloth covered snatch causing her to shudder slightly. I returned to working the crossword puzzle. About five minutes later, I sensed movement on the upper balconies.
I leaned down and whispered to Beth that we had company on the balcony above. "Hmmm," she said. "How many?"
"I think it is the young men above us, and I suspect they have noticed you because they are still there." I told her in a louder voice that I was going to go in and get more lemonade and that she should flip over and sun her front before she started to burn her butt.
From just inside the french doors, I watched as Beth slowly turned over onto her back. A tricky maneuver. She held the tiny strips of cloth of the bikini top in place over her breasts with her forearm but did not retie it. Once she was in position, she reached for her ultra dark sunglasses and slipped them over her eyes. From my position just inside the room, I could barely see the bottom of the balcony above. There were three pair of bare feet and hairy legs close to the edge indicating to me that the young men were definitely watching Beth.
I returned to the patio with more "lemonade" (actually just ice water and fresh ice cubes from the machine down the hall). Setting the glasses down, I picked up the tanning oils and sunscreen and began to pour it all over her stomach, shoulders, thighs, and shins. I bent over Beth and began slathering the lotions all over her exposed flesh.
The three young men were still watching from the balcony above. I could see them reflected in the dark lenses of Beth's sunglasses. I slowly inched my hands up and around the tiny triangles of cloth covering her nipples. Beth began to moan softly and said, "I can see them watching me. Dare me to take my top off."
"Not yet," I said. I let my fingers run under the material and across her erect nipples. I left the top all askew and just barely concealing her pierced nipples. Next I switched areas and began on her ankles working my way up to her thighs. Taking my time, spreading the lotions in ever widening circles, I finally reached her upper thighs. By now, she had spread her legs as far apart as the chair would allow.
Now I moved back to her stomach and began with another dollop of oils on her navel. I worked it down to the tops of her bikini bottoms. Then I slipped a couple of fingers under the material and whispered to Beth, "I dare you to let your top accidentally slide off AND to let me be bring off while they watch."
"Do me," she whispered, "expose me to them too."
Slowly I moved down under her bikini bottoms until I found her slit and very erect clit. I kept the motion up across her clit, down her wet lips, into her hot hole, penetrating, probing until I found that special spot that drives her wild. Then I repeated it again and again. I placed both hands on her bottoms and pulled the bottoms down to her thighs. She surprised me by lifting her butt up so I could slip them all the way off.
I penetrated her hole with two fingers, moving all around, in and out until I found the spot again. Beth's breathing and hip movement told me that she was close to cumming. I increased the tempo across her very sensitive clit causing her to moan loudly. She sucked it a quick breath and began to spasm. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she moved side to side with her hips as I continued to minister to her clit.
Her exaggerated motions caused the bikini top to slid off onto the ground beside her. As she completed the orgasm, laying there totally nude, being watched by the young men, she whispered "I love you."
I got up and went back inside. I dropped my trunks and waited for her on the bed. She laid there for about two more minutes basking in the after glow of the powerful orgasm and the gaze of the men above. Picking up her bottoms and top, she joined me inside on the bed. This time I had her straddle me and impale herself on my super hard shaft. She plunged down, taking me all the way in one stroke. She was on fire. "Dare me some more. Make me do something really bad," she said as we slammed into each other.
"Come on, let's shower and go for the boat ride," I said. "But, here's the dare: you can wear only one article of clothing. Your choice ? one of your sundresses, the cotton jumpsuit,..." "Or my just bikini bottoms or my raincoat! Oh, I like it," cooed Beth.
An hour later we took the short walk to the city docks with several brochures from the hotel advertising boat rentals in hand. We settled on a fellow that rented Bayliners. We rented a 21ft runabout fully fueled and stocked with sandwiches and sodas form the hotel's kitchen, we shoved off for a tour around the island. We calculated from the chart we picked up from one of the gift shops that the total circumference of the island was about 100 miles. If we traveled at the top end speed for the boat, we could be back in 4 hours. We rented it for 8.
Soon as we cleared the breakwater, I set a course for the northern tip of the island and Beth stepped out of her sundress. The seas were a little rough and the boat bounced as we cut through the waves but Beth stood in the middle of the boat holding on to each side of the walk-thru windscreen. What a site, her tanned naked body glistening in the sun; her breasts giggling with each bounce of the boat over the waves; and her blonde hair blowing about in the wind like a signal flag drawing attention to us.
From my seat behind the steering wheel, I often reached up and caressed her naked buns. Sometimes, I explored between her legs, tweaking my fingers in her and sometimes over her erect clit. I brought the boat close to several others so that they could see Beth in all her naked glory. Each time, she seemed to get more excited exhibiting herself to strangers.
After we rounded the northern end of the island and began to head south down the leeward side, we were able to really make time on the smoother water. This gave Beth a chance to recline on the seat opposite of mine where she re-applied the sunblock. About half way down the west coast of the island I told her that I was going to put into a small marina to pick-up more fuel.
"So," said Beth rolling over on her stomach continuing to bask in the sun completely naked. I told here that I was going to have to dock and that she might want to cover up but she said that she was going to remain naked the rest of the trip. With that, she tossed her sundress overboard! "There," she said, "Now I have to stay naked, I don't have anything to wear! So let's get going, dock the boat or whatever, I'm staying this way until we get back."
"Okay," I said, "and what are you going to put on when we return the boat and walk back to the hotel?"
"Well, I guess I'll just have to do it naked," she said.
That did it. I cut the engines and let the boat drift as we were about a half mile off shore. I dropped to my knees and began to eat her cunt. I liked and sucked and nibbled until she was squirming and begging me to fuck her. "Fuck me now, pleeeease!"
I had her raise up to her knees and entered her hot cunt from behind. I slammed hard into her, bouncing off her taunt buns. My balls were hanging low in their sac because of the heat. They were beginning to ache from the collision they made with her cunt. I knew I couldn't last much longer so I reached around her waist until I made contact with her clit with my left hand and found her right nipple ring with my right hand.
I couldn't coordinate the rough plowing I was giving her doggy style with rubbing her clit and pulling on her nipples with the other hand so I stopped fucking her. But she must have liked the combination of my cock in her cunt, and my fingers on her clit and nipple ring because she began to cum and cum hard. She screamed and bucked back and forth on my hardness. Her stomach contracted and spasmed. The walls of her vagina clamped around my cock. She continued to pant and shake until her powerful orgasm ran its course.
I told her I was about to cum. "Where do you want my load?" I asked. "Feed it to me. Let me drink it down. Blast my throat with it!" She rolled over on her back and let her head hang off the seat cushion. Opening her mouth in the shape of an "O" she invited me in. I kneeled by her head with my stiff rod touching her lips.
She opened her mouth and took me in. Beth reached over her head with her hands and grabbed my ass cheeks pulling me into her open throat. I could feel my head slide past her tongue as she swallowed my entire shaft. She controlled the rhythm pulling me in deep and back out of her throat. Each time she swallowed around my cock on the in-stroke, it felt like a soft hand was milking my shaft.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of the velvet smooth face fuck she was pleasuring me with. Then she reached up and squeezed my balls, applying more and more pressure until I announced my orgasm. Instead of letting me explode in her mouth, she pulled me deep into her throat. Her lips were pressed against my pubic hairs as I shot cum straight down her throat into her stomach. She held her breath and continued to swallow for about 30 seconds milking my cock with her throat muscles.
Finally she released my ass from her grip, pulling out of her throat, gently tonguing my softening cock but still holding it in her mouth. Good thing that I was on my knees because there was no way I could stand. Damn, that was the best blowjob ever.
The boat had drifted parallel to the coast as the current flowed south. I restarted the engine and got the runabout up to 30mph or so until we were opposite of the LeMieux's Marina. "Here we go," I said to Beth. "Do it, I'm naked until the hotel. I hope a lot of horny men see me!"
"Well, if they aren't horny now, they will be when they see you." With that, I came along side of the small marina's fuel dock and tied off. I killed the engine and raised the compartment lid to the fuel tank fill point; started the bilge fan and waited for the marina employee to come pump in the fuel. Beth rolled over on her stomach and raised her head up on her hands with her knees bent and feet in the air.
The old bearded fellow that came out to the dock almost stumbled and fell when he saw her. I didn't say a thing, just smiled as did Beth. "Fill her up, please. The boat that is."
He stared hard at her glistening body as he pumped in the 25 gallons of fuel. When he finished, he turned to replace the nozzle on the pump. I handed him thirty bucks just as Beth rolled over and sat up. One foot on each side of the seat, facing the rear of the boat. She gave him a good opportunity to view her wonderful breasts, flat stomach, and shaved pussy as I restarted the engines and slowly motored back out to sea.
She told me how much of a thrill it was to watch him watch her. We rounded the southern tip about 5pm and began the two hour run back up the coast to the hotel. The water was rough as we were on the windward side of the island. Beth stood up again between the opening in the windscreen. I played with her and fingered her keeping her wet and oozing lubricant until we arrived off the coast near St Croix and the hotel. It was getting toward sundown as I motored toward the rental docks.
I asked Beth if she wanted to put on my tee-shirt. "Nope, I'm naked until the hotel," she said. I was concerned about being arrested so I got an idea. I swung the boat back to the south and came to the beach just off the hotel. I told Beth to dive overboard, swim to the beach, and wait for me on the patio.
It took me about 15 or 20 minutes to return the boat and get back to the room. Sure enough, she was on the patio laying on the chaise talking to one of the college boys on the balcony above. She told him she was fulfilling a dare to stay naked until she got back to the hotel. She told him about throwing her clothing overboard, fucking in the boat, flashing the old man at the fuel dock.
The college boy asked her if she would take a dare from him. Her answer was, "Maybe." Then she came on in to the room as she told him over her shoulder, "no, not maybe...but yes I will."
She attacked me then and there. While I fucked her missionary style, she told me about her swim back to the beach...walking slowly out of the water...past people strolling down the water's edge....across the sand to our patio....stretching out on her back on the lounge hoping one of the college boys would come out and see her naked with no place to go, no cover-up, no hiding until I got back to let her in.
We showered and toweled each other dry. Beth wanted to get something to eat and continue her daring ways into the night....and we did....
Our second day on the island began early for us. Our internal bio-clocks were still in the Central Time Zone, two hours behind St Croix as the sun came streaming into the room from the sheers covering the french doors that led to the little patio off the suite.
7:00 am and too much light already. I rolled out of bed and ordered room service then went to shower and shave. As I was shaving, the idea hit me. I unlocked the door to the room and left it slightly ajar. Next I arranged the sheet covering Beth so that her backside was fully exposed as she continued to sleep rolled onto her side.
Returning to the bath room, I applied the shaving cream and waited. Soon the knock on the door came and "Room Service" was softly spoken. I leaned out the bathroom door and asked him to push the cart on in the outer room. Face half shaved and still full of shaving cream, I left the bathroom to meet him, sign for the food, and tip him. I made a fuss about having to find my wallet and told him I'd be right back.
I waited in the bedroom for a 60 count and then returned knowing that all the boy had to do was step two paces from where he stood and he would be able to see into the bed room and Beth's naked back, butt, and legs would be his to feast on.
I don't know if he did or not, but he was a happy fellow leaving with his tip in hand.
When I returned to the bathroom, Beth asked me "Did he see me?" I didn't know she was awake. This day was going to be a great one.
Over breakfast, we talked about the schedule for the day, swimming at the hotel's private beach, maybe a motorboat ride around the island that afternoon, and later dining at one of the sea food restaurants in town.
At 9:00 Beth was still inside trying on her bikinis while I worked the crossword puzzle on the patio. I had switched from coffee to lemonade. Our patio opened to the beach and the water's edge about 100 yards away. A low block wall and planter acted as a screen between the patio and the sandy beach. Our room was over-looked by two other stories in our unit. There were six suites per unit, two per floor. The second and third floor suites had balconies.
I noticed that there was another couple next door and apparently some college aged kids upstairs. About half way through the puzzle, the Schmits next door came out on their patio and we began to chat. Virgil was about 45 with graying hair. He and his wife, Arlene, were from Milwaukee and on their 25th wedding anniversary. Arlene, charitably speaking, was dumpy. She wore a full length dress, hair very short, almost boyish, and a broad brim straw hat.
Arlene's mouth fell open when Beth came out on the patio to ask me if I preferred the white or yellow bikini. She was topless and had applied a liberal amount of oil to her breasts, arms, stomach, etc. The french cut bottoms to her yellow suit revealed almost all of Beth's buns that she had worked so long and hard at the gym over the last year to firm up.
Virgil just stared like he had just seen a vision. His eyes glued to Beth's chest, focusing on her pierced nipples. I casually introduced her to Arlene and Virgil. Beth smiled and held out her hand to shake Virgil's hand. Arlene grabbed him and pulled him back into their room exclaiming "This isn't a nuddie beach! My god, behave yourself."
Beth and I had a great laugh at their expense and I scolded her for flashing her bare breasts to them. "I couldn't help it," she said, "They were begging to be shown off."
"Well," I said, "I will have to help you do that. Want to play 'dare me?'"
She squealed, "Oh most certainly. Dare me to do something really wicked. It's our vacation and no one knows us at all down here."
"Put your top on and work on your tan while I think of some interesting dares for you, you wicked little tease!"
Beth stretched out on the chaise-lounge style patio chair, first on her stomach. I untied the little strings at her neck and middle of her back to smear tanning oils and sunblocks all over her back and legs. I slipped my finger around the edge of her bikini bottom and across her cloth covered snatch causing her to shudder slightly. I returned to working the crossword puzzle. About five minutes later, I sensed movement on the upper balconies.
I leaned down and whispered to Beth that we had company on the balcony above. "Hmmm," she said. "How many?"
"I think it is the young men above us, and I suspect they have noticed you because they are still there." I told her in a louder voice that I was going to go in and get more lemonade and that she should flip over and sun her front before she started to burn her butt.
From just inside the french doors, I watched as Beth slowly turned over onto her back. A tricky maneuver. She held the tiny strips of cloth of the bikini top in place over her breasts with her forearm but did not retie it. Once she was in position, she reached for her ultra dark sunglasses and slipped them over her eyes. From my position just inside the room, I could barely see the bottom of the balcony above. There were three pair of bare feet and hairy legs close to the edge indicating to me that the young men were definitely watching Beth.
I returned to the patio with more "lemonade" (actually just ice water and fresh ice cubes from the machine down the hall). Setting the glasses down, I picked up the tanning oils and sunscreen and began to pour it all over her stomach, shoulders, thighs, and shins. I bent over Beth and began slathering the lotions all over her exposed flesh.
The three young men were still watching from the balcony above. I could see them reflected in the dark lenses of Beth's sunglasses. I slowly inched my hands up and around the tiny triangles of cloth covering her nipples. Beth began to moan softly and said, "I can see them watching me. Dare me to take my top off."
"Not yet," I said. I let my fingers run under the material and across her erect nipples. I left the top all askew and just barely concealing her pierced nipples. Next I switched areas and began on her ankles working my way up to her thighs. Taking my time, spreading the lotions in ever widening circles, I finally reached her upper thighs. By now, she had spread her legs as far apart as the chair would allow.
Now I moved back to her stomach and began with another dollop of oils on her navel. I worked it down to the tops of her bikini bottoms. Then I slipped a couple of fingers under the material and whispered to Beth, "I dare you to let your top accidentally slide off AND to let me be bring off while they watch."
"Do me," she whispered, "expose me to them too."
Slowly I moved down under her bikini bottoms until I found her slit and very erect clit. I kept the motion up across her clit, down her wet lips, into her hot hole, penetrating, probing until I found that special spot that drives her wild. Then I repeated it again and again. I placed both hands on her bottoms and pulled the bottoms down to her thighs. She surprised me by lifting her butt up so I could slip them all the way off.
I penetrated her hole with two fingers, moving all around, in and out until I found the spot again. Beth's breathing and hip movement told me that she was close to cumming. I increased the tempo across her very sensitive clit causing her to moan loudly. She sucked it a quick breath and began to spasm. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she moved side to side with her hips as I continued to minister to her clit.
Her exaggerated motions caused the bikini top to slid off onto the ground beside her. As she completed the orgasm, laying there totally nude, being watched by the young men, she whispered "I love you."
I got up and went back inside. I dropped my trunks and waited for her on the bed. She laid there for about two more minutes basking in the after glow of the powerful orgasm and the gaze of the men above. Picking up her bottoms and top, she joined me inside on the bed. This time I had her straddle me and impale herself on my super hard shaft. She plunged down, taking me all the way in one stroke. She was on fire. "Dare me some more. Make me do something really bad," she said as we slammed into each other.
"Come on, let's shower and go for the boat ride," I said. "But, here's the dare: you can wear only one article of clothing. Your choice ? one of your sundresses, the cotton jumpsuit,..." "Or my just bikini bottoms or my raincoat! Oh, I like it," cooed Beth.
An hour later we took the short walk to the city docks with several brochures from the hotel advertising boat rentals in hand. We settled on a fellow that rented Bayliners. We rented a 21ft runabout fully fueled and stocked with sandwiches and sodas form the hotel's kitchen, we shoved off for a tour around the island. We calculated from the chart we picked up from one of the gift shops that the total circumference of the island was about 100 miles. If we traveled at the top end speed for the boat, we could be back in 4 hours. We rented it for 8.
Soon as we cleared the breakwater, I set a course for the northern tip of the island and Beth stepped out of her sundress. The seas were a little rough and the boat bounced as we cut through the waves but Beth stood in the middle of the boat holding on to each side of the walk-thru windscreen. What a site, her tanned naked body glistening in the sun; her breasts giggling with each bounce of the boat over the waves; and her blonde hair blowing about in the wind like a signal flag drawing attention to us.
From my seat behind the steering wheel, I often reached up and caressed her naked buns. Sometimes, I explored between her legs, tweaking my fingers in her and sometimes over her erect clit. I brought the boat close to several others so that they could see Beth in all her naked glory. Each time, she seemed to get more excited exhibiting herself to strangers.
After we rounded the northern end of the island and began to head south down the leeward side, we were able to really make time on the smoother water. This gave Beth a chance to recline on the seat opposite of mine where she re-applied the sunblock. About half way down the west coast of the island I told her that I was going to put into a small marina to pick-up more fuel.
"So," said Beth rolling over on her stomach continuing to bask in the sun completely naked. I told here that I was going to have to dock and that she might want to cover up but she said that she was going to remain naked the rest of the trip. With that, she tossed her sundress overboard! "There," she said, "Now I have to stay naked, I don't have anything to wear! So let's get going, dock the boat or whatever, I'm staying this way until we get back."
"Okay," I said, "and what are you going to put on when we return the boat and walk back to the hotel?"
"Well, I guess I'll just have to do it naked," she said.
That did it. I cut the engines and let the boat drift as we were about a half mile off shore. I dropped to my knees and began to eat her cunt. I liked and sucked and nibbled until she was squirming and begging me to fuck her. "Fuck me now, pleeeease!"
I had her raise up to her knees and entered her hot cunt from behind. I slammed hard into her, bouncing off her taunt buns. My balls were hanging low in their sac because of the heat. They were beginning to ache from the collision they made with her cunt. I knew I couldn't last much longer so I reached around her waist until I made contact with her clit with my left hand and found her right nipple ring with my right hand.
I couldn't coordinate the rough plowing I was giving her doggy style with rubbing her clit and pulling on her nipples with the other hand so I stopped fucking her. But she must have liked the combination of my cock in her cunt, and my fingers on her clit and nipple ring because she began to cum and cum hard. She screamed and bucked back and forth on my hardness. Her stomach contracted and spasmed. The walls of her vagina clamped around my cock. She continued to pant and shake until her powerful orgasm ran its course.
I told her I was about to cum. "Where do you want my load?" I asked. "Feed it to me. Let me drink it down. Blast my throat with it!" She rolled over on her back and let her head hang off the seat cushion. Opening her mouth in the shape of an "O" she invited me in. I kneeled by her head with my stiff rod touching her lips.
She opened her mouth and took me in. Beth reached over her head with her hands and grabbed my ass cheeks pulling me into her open throat. I could feel my head slide past her tongue as she swallowed my entire shaft. She controlled the rhythm pulling me in deep and back out of her throat. Each time she swallowed around my cock on the in-stroke, it felt like a soft hand was milking my shaft.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of the velvet smooth face fuck she was pleasuring me with. Then she reached up and squeezed my balls, applying more and more pressure until I announced my orgasm. Instead of letting me explode in her mouth, she pulled me deep into her throat. Her lips were pressed against my pubic hairs as I shot cum straight down her throat into her stomach. She held her breath and continued to swallow for about 30 seconds milking my cock with her throat muscles.
Finally she released my ass from her grip, pulling out of her throat, gently tonguing my softening cock but still holding it in her mouth. Good thing that I was on my knees because there was no way I could stand. Damn, that was the best blowjob ever.
The boat had drifted parallel to the coast as the current flowed south. I restarted the engine and got the runabout up to 30mph or so until we were opposite of the LeMieux's Marina. "Here we go," I said to Beth. "Do it, I'm naked until the hotel. I hope a lot of horny men see me!"
"Well, if they aren't horny now, they will be when they see you." With that, I came along side of the small marina's fuel dock and tied off. I killed the engine and raised the compartment lid to the fuel tank fill point; started the bilge fan and waited for the marina employee to come pump in the fuel. Beth rolled over on her stomach and raised her head up on her hands with her knees bent and feet in the air.
The old bearded fellow that came out to the dock almost stumbled and fell when he saw her. I didn't say a thing, just smiled as did Beth. "Fill her up, please. The boat that is."
He stared hard at her glistening body as he pumped in the 25 gallons of fuel. When he finished, he turned to replace the nozzle on the pump. I handed him thirty bucks just as Beth rolled over and sat up. One foot on each side of the seat, facing the rear of the boat. She gave him a good opportunity to view her wonderful breasts, flat stomach, and shaved pussy as I restarted the engines and slowly motored back out to sea.
She told me how much of a thrill it was to watch him watch her. We rounded the southern tip about 5pm and began the two hour run back up the coast to the hotel. The water was rough as we were on the windward side of the island. Beth stood up again between the opening in the windscreen. I played with her and fingered her keeping her wet and oozing lubricant until we arrived off the coast near St Croix and the hotel. It was getting toward sundown as I motored toward the rental docks.
I asked Beth if she wanted to put on my tee-shirt. "Nope, I'm naked until the hotel," she said. I was concerned about being arrested so I got an idea. I swung the boat back to the south and came to the beach just off the hotel. I told Beth to dive overboard, swim to the beach, and wait for me on the patio.
It took me about 15 or 20 minutes to return the boat and get back to the room. Sure enough, she was on the patio laying on the chaise talking to one of the college boys on the balcony above. She told him she was fulfilling a dare to stay naked until she got back to the hotel. She told him about throwing her clothing overboard, fucking in the boat, flashing the old man at the fuel dock.
The college boy asked her if she would take a dare from him. Her answer was, "Maybe." Then she came on in to the room as she told him over her shoulder, "no, not maybe...but yes I will."
She attacked me then and there. While I fucked her missionary style, she told me about her swim back to the beach...walking slowly out of the water...past people strolling down the water's edge....across the sand to our patio....stretching out on her back on the lounge hoping one of the college boys would come out and see her naked with no place to go, no cover-up, no hiding until I got back to let her in.
We showered and toweled each other dry. Beth wanted to get something to eat and continue her daring ways into the night....and we did....
