Beach Weekend Ch. 02

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later on...

The next morning I was a little slow in getting up. I didn't really sleep in but I wasn't sure what to expect so I just snuggled for a bit. I wondered how Sara would react after last night. I also wondered if Sara and Mike had heard me screaming while Steve enjoyed me from behind. There was nothing I could do about that even if they had. I realized I only had two options: First was staying in bed all day which really wasn't an option; second was to get off my ass and get going without being too concerned about Sara or what she and Mike had or hadn't heard. I elected option two.

What I found funny was that last night was the first time I really let go. Each of us had slept over at each other's house before and Steve and I had even had sex in their house but I had never been so vocal, before. I'm not sure why but last night something had gotten into me, I mean other than my husband. I wanted everyone to know that I was getting some and having a great time doing it. Today I was feeling a little embarrassed about my performance.

I went to the kitchen to find Sara standing by the coffee maker. She poured a cup of coffee but I wasn't sure if that was for me or not and so I waited for her to let me know.

She handed me the cup, "Here, you might need this. I know that I did after last night."

I smiled, "Thank you." The way that she spoke really didn't tell me how she was feeling or what she really meant. Was she talking about our playing in the hot tub or did she hear me with Steve last night?

"So, are you ready to spend the day on the water?"

Smiling, I looked for the guys, "You bet!"

Sara also smiled, "Great, I have a surprise for you."

"Oh you shouldn't have."

She winked, "Well maybe."

Now I had to know what she had for me, "What is it?"

"You have to wait."

"But I don't want to wait."

She turned me around and slapped my ass. Course Steve and Mike walked in just as she slapped my ass.

Steve cleared his throat, "Excuse me, should we leave you two alone?"

Mike put his hand on Steve's shoulder, "Or get the camera?"

I put my hands on my hips, then gave the boys a scolding look, "Oh, boys."

Steve came up to me and kissed my cheek, "So what would you girls like for lunch? We can make some sandwiches to eat on the boat or, if you like, we could stop by one of the restaurants?"

Next thing I knew Sara was frying up bacon and eggs. It was a good thing she did as I wasn't ready to start cooking. I tried to help out as much as possible; the guys set the table. This could work out. It would be nice to have this much help around the house. Oh well, that is for another story.

We all sat down to enjoy Sara's cooking. The guys told us their game plan. The best part of their planning was neither Sara nor I had to think, plan or do anything taxing. It was still very early after last evening.

The guys insisted that we bring the Jet Ski with us. Maybe it was my being in a lazy mood but I really didn't want to have to worry about the Jet Ski. Oh well, I knew that once I got on the ski all would be great it was just getting to that point that seemed overwhelming at the moment. The guys would tie the Jet Ski to the boat and take us out onto the water. Then, when they found their favorite cove, we would anchor and take turns riding the Jet Ski.

After breakfast, we all helped by packing food and drink for the day's adventure. The guys went to take some things down to the boat.

When the guys left. Sara went to her bedroom then came back with that look in her eye, telling me that she was up to some naughty fun. It was a nice look to see on her. My mind drifted back to last night with the image of her taking it doggie style. She grabbed my hand and told me that she had a surprise that wasn't just for me. That got my mind thinking! What was she up to?

She had something behind her back but I couldn't be sure what it was, "What the hell is that?" I finally asked

Only in the way Sara could, she gave me that "hello, dumb ass" look. "It's a bikini," she replied, quite innocently.

I held it up, "This is a bikini? Where is the rest of it?"

"Yeah, I got it from 'Wicked Weasel' just for you to wear for this weekend."

I give her my best sarcastic look, "Oh, my god, girl, I can't wear that! Hell, where is the rest of the bikini?

"Silly, it's a thong."

"No, its closer to dental floss!"

Sara reached over to touch my arm, "Oh, come on. Don't be that way."

"Are you wearing one?"

"Hell yes!" She lifted hers up. "I got us a couple of bikinis for this weekend and maybe a couple of other things, too."

"Sara, you do know the bikini is white, right?" Then it resonated what she had just said, "What do you mean by other things?

"Ah," she winked at me. "Of course silly, by what ever do you mean?" Other than that terse reply, Sara played coy with me, totally ignoring what I had just asked her.

"You are bad!"

"But fun!" she answered as she slapped my shoulder playfully.

Sara grabbed me and dragged me to her room, "Come on. Let's go change. I also got us come cover ups."

I have to say that this was a side of Sara that I had never seen before. We had seen each other in various stages of undress on many occasions but this was something different. Gone, was the little girl and in her place was this confident woman.

She had a very confident look in her eye and the way she walked around her bedroom told me that something was different. This wasn't my shy little friend. I asked, "Okay, where is my friend, Sara?"

She looked up at me with a confused look and answered, "I'm right here."

"No, really, where is she? The Sara I know would never wear a thong out in public. Hell, I don't even think Sara owns a thong."

"Oh, just relax." Sara took a deep breath. "It's just that, well I'm not getting any younger." Sara started to pace. "I want to have some fun before I'm too old. I'm not ready to settle down in a rocking chair. I want to give the young ones a run for their money!"

It was easy to see the internal struggle in the frown on Sara's face. While she appeared confident on the outside, I now understood my friend was clearly upset about getting older and worried that she would no longer be attractive. I walked over to her and gave her warm hug, I tried to calm her by saying, "Its okay honey, I understand."

"I've seen those girls' gone wild television commercials and sometimes I want to be one of those girls,"

continued Sara.

Trying to be the voice of mature reason, I responded, "Oh honey, you can have as much fun as they do without being so stupid. That guy is exploiting them and, like you said, they are just girls."

"What do you mean?"

I didn't want to deflate Sara as she needed a pick-me-up. "Well, they give it away for a tee shirt. We are women, smart, beautiful and sexy."

"You think I'm sexy?" Sara looked up at me.

"Yeah," I leaned forward and kissed her. "You are very sexy."

I felt Sara's lips open and I went with it. She needed comfort and to feel sexy. Hell, we all need that from time to time. Our tongues started to slowly dance together, her kiss being so soft and tender. For years I had wanted to do this but never had the indication that she wanted the same.

I wasn't sure where the kiss would lead or how far Sara wanted to take this, so I wasn't as aggressive as I wanted to be. Part of me wanted to pin her back on her bed and just "eat her for lunch" but I feared that might freak her out.

After a couple of minutes, Sara pulled away. "Thank you. I needed that." Sara stood up. "We better get ready before our guys leave with out us."

"Okay, Babe, where is my non-existent bikini?"

Sara gave me a hug then teased my nipples, "Here you go?"

"Bitch," I said as I playfully slapped her hand away from my chest.

Sara looked worried. "Honey, you can't tell the guys anything about our conversation and please don't tell them about the kiss, either."

"Don't worry, it's our little secret."

"I think I want us to be lovers and know that the guys dream about watching us make out, but I need to take this slowly. Okay?"

We hugged.

We quickly changed into the micro- bikinis while checking each other out. I wasn't sure that Sara would have admitted to ogling me though and I was left wondering where this was going. Sara had decided to have a little fun with our husbands and decided to let it all hang out, literally. Well, she would soon realize I was game and why not? Who the hell would see us but our own lovers?

Wearing basically next to nothing, I started to feel kind of naughty, no, aroused was a better description. The cover-up kept me well covered, kind of like a Christmas gift, but I was betting the boys would want to burrow under the wrapping to figure out what the gifts were.

We went out to join the guys who, of course, were totally clueless about what we were wearing. Oh, would they be in for a shock! I wondered if they would be excited or get upset with us for dressing in such a slutty way.

I decided I didn't care and that their reaction, if negative, wasn't my problem.

We walked down to the boat and the guys helped us get into the vessel. They were acting like cool, bad-ass boat captains but I didn't mind as there was nothing for me to think, do, or worry about. If they wanted to be in control of the piloting, it was fine with me. I just sat back and enjoyed the warm sun on my bare skin.

Once we got to the cove and anchored, Sara wanted to go for a ride on the Jet Ski and invited me along. I watched the guys secure the boat as Sara pulled the Jet Ski closer.

It was time for the show! Sara and I were more than ready. I quickly removed my cover-up and tossed it at Steve to get his attention. He just about flipped when he saw what I was wearing. Steve appeared speechless as he took in my scantily covered body. I felt kind of sad leaving Steve as he was completely in shock. I had never worn such a revealing bikini before and clearly Steve was impressed. I continued to enjoy his reaction as he watched Sara toss her cover-up into the boat as she jumped over to the Jet Ski. Since she wanted to drive, I got behind her. We cruised around for a while, riding the wakes from other boats.

Shortly, we came upon a boat full of younger guys and passed them by without incident other then their screaming "Show us your tits."

Yeah, like that never gets old! We ignored them and motored on. We laughed and asked each other why guys seem to think just by shouting, "Show us your tits" that we, all of a sudden, will get inspired to whip off our tops and show our breasts to the world?

After some time we turned around and headed back toward our men.

Sara yielded the driver's seat while she sat behind me. As we approached the boat of young guys again, Sara pulled my top up, exposing my boobs, then reached around and held onto them. The guys waved and yelled their approval as I sped by them, laughing and telling Sara to put my boobs away. She held them for a little bit, laughing at her prank, but finally put them away.

We made it back to the boat where our husbands were floating around listening to a ball game. Steve and I took a ride on the Jet Ski. We saw the boys Sara had exposed me to on their boat and they waved us over by yelling at us. My husband steered us closer to their boat. The boys were drinking and swimming. They told us they were having a huge party that night and where they were located. They invited us to their cottage later to have a beer. We tied up to their boat, sat and talked for a short period of time. I think Steve loved showing me off to the guys as I was way hotter then the girls in the boat. After a couple of minutes, Steve informed the guys that we needed to head back to our friends and off we went back to the boat where Mike and Sara were waiting. I was happy to leave as I wasn't that comfortable being around the guys in a thong that exposed so much skin.

When we arrived back at our boat, we realized Sara and Mike were skinny-dipping. Someone had tossed in a couple of lines and used floats to keep the lines from sinking. Steve tied the ski up to the boat and we jumped in to join Sara and Mike. Sara egged us on to strip and it seemed the perfect time to tease everyone. Slowly, I did a little striptease but, to me, it didn't last long enough. I was in the mood for dragging out the show but, hell, that little bikini of Sara's left no room for imagination. How long could I delay being nude when all I was wearing were little peaces of dental floss?

Everyone was swimming around naked, having a good time. Twice Mike swam up behind me and copped a feel on my tits and once he briefly touched my pussy. T o his surprise, I grabbed his cock under the water and said, "Hey, turnabout is fair play. "

I yelled to Sara that I was holding Mike's cock and she laughed and made a joke about it. Sara reached over and grabbed my husband's cock and yelled back. Mike's cock felt different than my husband's. Then it dawned on me that it had been a very long time since I had felt another man's cock. It seemed a bit odd that no one seemed to mind that I was holding Mike while Sara was holding my husband.

Suddenly, I felt Mike's cock come to life. Thank goodness we were in the water as I didn't want anyone to know how wet his growing erection made me. Since I was a young girl, I've always become very wet when feeling a cock becoming hard. I knew it was almost a Pavlovian type reaction. I do love that feeling of holding a man while his cock comes to full life. I'm not sure how to describe it but there is something very erotic and powerful feeling a cock reaching its full potential in my hand. Somehow I fought off the urge to jump on Mike's cock even though I didn't think the others would have minded.

Glancing over at Sara, I could tell that my husband was also growing hard. She had that look on her face that she was being naughty. The other thing the look on her face told me was that she was having fun and wasn't jealous about my interaction with Mike. Somewhat surprisingly, Steve didn't seem jealous of Mike and Mike wasn't jealous of Steve, either. I realized we girls were holding on to men who were mature enough to enjoy our pleasure!

I started to wonder if Steve was handling Sara the way that Mike was touching me. I wouldn't have minded except for the fact that I couldn't see their hands. How funny was that? My husband was playing with my best friend and the only thing that bothered me was that I wasn't able to watch them.

Maybe this is our appetizer but I didn't want to push too much since Sara had told me she was on shaky ground as it was. This way, she could fool around a little with my husband and let things happen, if at all, at her pace. I didn't mind sharing my husband with her and her husband seemed to be enjoying himself. Hopefully Sara and I could do some exploring of our own.

After an hour or so of teasing and toying, we decided to head back before the guys drank too much beer. Night was coming and I didn't want to sleep on the boat. In fact, I wanted to get some food in our bellies, take mental inventory, and hopefully play some more grown up games.

Okay, I will admit it, I wanted sex! I was more than ready to get some and, for the first time in my life, could almost understand what guys meant when they described "blue balls". My body was craving some attention. It was a good thing we stopped fooling around when we did because, if we had had a couple more minutes, I might have done something we all would have regretted. We all needed to agree if we were going to share our spouses instead of my acting selfish.

We all put our suits back on before getting into the boat. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone around to see all that flesh. Then again, who would have known we were fooling around with someone other than our own spouse?

Nothing more happened on that excursion. Sara did come up behind me, grabbed my boobs once, again told me she loved them and wished she had ones like mine but that really didn't amount to much at all.

We started heading back, never having even eaten lunch. Truthfully, I never even thought about lunch that trip. I guess the old saw is true that there is a sandwich in every beer.

Once back at the dock, the guys secured the boat while Sara and I gathered all our stuff. Off we went back to the condo.

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