Wedding Road Trip

The next day we all slept in late. Steve woke up especially horny for reason and insisted on fucking me before I could even go to the bathroom or brush my teeth. Whatever he had been dreaming about must have been pretty hot because he woke up with a major hard-on and didn't waste any time sticking it in me. No foreplay whatsoever but fortunately mornings are my natural time of day to be the horniest myself so I was ready for him.

After I'd cleaned up I put on a short cotton robe that hung down just far enough to cover my ass and went down to the kitchen where all the guys were. They were eating cereal and some donuts someone must have bought, breakfast of champions it was not.

"Hey Kelly, we're gonna take the boat out in a bit, do you wanna join us?" Steve called out to me as I approached the table.

Well duh! If there was one thing I LOVED it was to go out on a boat and hopefully I would get to water-ski and show off a little for Steve in front of his friends.

Sitting down on one of the bar stools, I crossed my legs which "accidentally" allowed my thin cotton robe to inch further up my thigh until it was almost all the way up to my ass. Sure nothing was showing that they wouldn't be seeing later when I was wearing a bikini but it still attracted a lot of attention which was fine with me. Indeed, I hoped they all got super horny looking at me until their cocks hurt. The only problem for them was that I wasn't going to putting out for them but then they didn't know that... not yet at least.

After some breakfast I went back to our room and debated which bikini to wear. I'd brought several with as I hadn't been sure who I would be wearing them for. Face it, a girl doesn't wear a bikini for HER, she wears it for other people to SEE her. Depending on who and where that was what guided my decision.

Speaking of choosing bikinis, had I been home on the back deck, I would have probably chosen the type that my dad likes to refer to as "Kelly's Slutty Bikini". Over the years they'd come in various styles and colors but they all had one thing in common - they were all VERY small and they all exposed just about everything. There was no way I could wear something like it to a public pool and my Aunt Shari would've had a stroke had I ever worn it around their pool. Even so, it was the perfect choice when I wanted to show off to someone special like a boyfriend or my dad. As much as I would've loved to see the reaction from Steve's friends had I worn it today, it was entirely too revealing. I don't mean to sound full of myself, but assholes don't deserve to see that much of my skin!

For those times when I was required had to be more subtle and discrete, like at a church picnic or over at my aunt and uncle's house, I had several what I could call "standard" bikinis. The one I'd brought with me was pink for the most part with some white trim and pretty much covered my ass and boobs. There were times when I'd get out of the pool that some readjustment was needed, but overall it wasn't all THAT revealing. It showed more cleavage than anything else but the bottom was really tight such that when I sat down with my legs open it would pull up and reveal a nice camel toe. Usually I crossed my legs when I wore this one though. If I where I could put on a show I wouldn't have been wearing that one in the first place.

Then there were days like today. The bikini I chose was probably the type that I wore the most like when going to a friend's house or a public pool. Unlike most suits, the top didn't have a liner which allowed my darker nipples to show through just enough to make their existence known ñ as if the nipples poking through weren't enough. What I really liked was that in between the cups was a stainless steel ring rather than the usual material running between. The ring pulled the two cups together but still managed to do a great job of exposing about as much cleavage as I could get away with in public without being arrested. The top then tied being my back which made it all that much easier to take off plus I liked to think that when boys see the strings that they envision pulling on them so my top would fall down. Like I said, bikinis are for the people who watch me!

The bottoms matched the top and similar to the top, the sides were held together by two smaller stainless steel rings. Being my pussy was shaved smooth, it was smaller in front than it would have had to be if I were only trimmed. There were no ties but it didn't take much for them to come off when necessary. If anything, there were time I wished they DID tie as they didn't fit as tightly as they could have around the waist and I always seemed to be pulling them back up as they worked their way down my hips.

Being we would be out on the boat, I pulled my hair back into a single ponytail. Normally I liked to wear a gold ankle chain or something on my wrist but the odds of losing such things in the water were too great to risk. A pair of flip flops rounded out my outfit. I had brought along a beach towel which I draped around my neck and over my front.

"Awwwwww, I'd hoped you'd put on that other bikini," Steve sighed with obvious disappointment when he came in and saw what I was wearing, "you know the one I like... the one I can't hardly tell you're wearing from the back?"

Oh I knew which one he was referring to. I may as well be naked and from behind, I did indeed look that way as the strings were so small and there wasn't any material covering my butt.

"What's the matter, your girlfriend's not showing enough skin for your friends?" I teased him.

"Well, there's not much you aren't showing as it is but it WOULD have been a lot hotter to see you in that other one. God Kelly, you look smokin' hot when you wear it I swear. C'mon, change into that one."

"Well they'll just have to happy with this one," I retorted and then paused before adding, "So are you saying I DON'T look 'smokin' hot' now?"

Steve quickly made a strategic retreat but I wasn't letting him off the hook THAT easily.

"So tell me Steve, just what do you expect from me when I'm with your friends? Am I supposed to dress all slutty for them? Do you want me to suck their dicks and let them fuck me too? Are you my pimp and I'm supposed to be your little whore, like some kind of sex toy for your friends to play with?"

I think I surprised him by being so blunt as for a moment there his expression totally betrayed him. Oh yeah, I knew that was EXACTLY what he wanted but even as horny as he seemed to be right now he knew better than to say that to me.

"God no Kelly, I would NEVER ask you to do that."

Yeah, he might never ASK me but he sure as hell was THINKING it. It wasn't like I was mad at him or anything, just having a little fun. Who knows, maybe under different circumstances I wouldn't mind doing such things for him but not with this group. Maybe it's because they all just seemed to EXPECT it that turned me off. If I was to let them all do me then it wouldn't be a surprise to them, they seemed to think it was a done deal from the way they talked and looked at me. Yet again I wondered a little about Steve. Had he given them the idea that his new girlfriend was going to put out for them? Well, I don't mind being a toy but I have to be in on it and not just used like I was a walking pussy.

In the end I just rolled my eyes and sighed a bit melodramatically as we left to head down to the pier. The others were already there and even as modest as this bikini was (well, not THAT modest as modesty is a relative term) they all couldn't help but give me the once over - more than once.

Ignoring their blatant stares, I checked out the boat as this was the first time I'd gotten a good look at it. I have to say I was impressed. For some reason today it seemed a lot bigger than yesterday when I saw it from a distance with the cover on. I'd been a little concerned that with five adults it was going to be overloaded but we all fit in easily. It didn't hurt that the bow was open for seating with a horseshoe of cushions lining it.

The only thing about the boat that disappointed me was I didn't see any skis. There was a large tube but that seemed to be it so far as toys were concerned. Concerned, I asked Steve about the skis and he passed the question on to Chase who seemed to be the one in charge of the boat. Chase just shook his head and made some snide comment about who skis these days anyway. Oh well, so much for THAT idea. It was a real disappoint as I'd been dreaming about showing off on a slalom ski since Steve first mentioned the boat back in Pittsburgh.

Given the silence, I didn't have to look out to know that the lake was pretty much empty at the moment, at least at the end we were on. I'd seen a map of Thunderbird Lake in the house and saw that it was oddly shaped with several large fingers going down from the main body. We were at the end of one of the outer fingers so I imagined most of the boaters were up at the larger, more open area.

The guys eventually got in the boat and as I followed Ryan tried to give me a hand but I ignored him as if I hadn't seen him and just jumped in on my own. Without saying anything I made my way up to the bow where I claimed the seats to myself.

Chase easily started the engine after which Steve and Phil released the lines and we were off and running. As the boat picked up speed I loved the feel of the wind in my hair, pulled back was with my ponytail flying behind my head like a real tail. I was stretched out on my stomach over the cushions on my elbows so I could see ahead of us, but well aware that I was giving the guys in back a pretty nice view of my bikini-covered ass. No doubt about now Steve was REALLY wishing I'd worn my sluttier bikini. I kept my legs together on the narrow seat so it wasn't like they could see up between them. According to my plans, THAT sort of thing would come later... if at all.

Once out in the middle of the lake, the guys started taking turns on the tube. I have to say, when you're use to riding a slalom ski a tube seems pretty tame but then again, my dad didn't drive our boat the way Chase was abusing this one. I guess it was a macho thing with the four guys egging each other on to see who could stay on the tube the longest despite whatever devilish tricks Chase was doing with the boat. Thank goodness they were only a few other boats out and they stayed well away from us!

When it was Steve's turn I finally sat up and turned around to watch. Leaning back into the niche at the forward part of the seat I put my arms out to each side to stabilize myself and then turned just enough to let me put my left leg up on the seat beside me while bringing my knee up close to me. I put my arm around my calf and pulled it in close to me. Nobody could accuse me of flashing as my bikini did a pretty good job of covering everything between my legs. Even so, without looking down I could feel the bottoms pulling in tight and knew I must have been providing a nice camel-toe for them to enjoy.

Rocking back and forth slightly with the waves, I smiled to myself as I imagined what view they would be having with my sluttier bikini. It was so narrow in the crotch that sitting in a pose like this would've drawn it up deep inside my pussy until it was well out of site. Still, even now Steve couldn't keep his eyes off my crotch as he struggled to adjust the life vest. Chase was trying to look like he was keeping an eye out for boats but it seemed he was mostly concerned with the ones directly behind me for some reason.

Finally Chase took off again with Steve in tow. Seizing the opportunity now with Steve out of the boat, Phil moved up to the bow area with me. He was the first to be brave enough to come into my little lair and I smiled sweetly at him but kept my pose.

"Aren't you gonna tube?" he asked, leaning in close to me so I could hear him over the din of the huge motor.

Shaking my head, I dropped my knee down and held on tight as suddenly we started bouncing over other boat wakes. I almost lost my balance and was heading for the deck when Phil grabbed me and pulled me back up to the seat. In doing so his hands were under my boobs and once I was up again he held on for what most people would've thought to be much longer than necessary as his hands pressed up under my boobs and against them.

"Thanks Phil," I mouthed as the boat shuddered as it crossed one wake after another in Chase's efforts to unseat Steve from the tube. The I couldn't resist leaning over and saying in his ear so nobody else could hear, "I guess you know now that they're real."

Phil actually seemed a little embarrassed as he knew exactly what I was referring to. I really didn't mean that he was checking to see if they were real or not. My boobs aren't all that bad but nobody would waste their money buying a boob job to look like mine! I may fill a regular C cup rather well most of the time but I still wore a B-cup now with certain brands. Sometimes I wore a smaller one to make it look like I filled out a bra totally. Phil knew I was teasing him about how he had pressed his hands up under my boobs. Any harder and he might have pulled my bikini top over them!

Soon Steve had taken a tumble into the water and now the guys were all were encouraging me to take a turn. I really didn't want to go out there the way Chase was driving the boat. I prefer to have fun on the water and not get all bruised up. It wasn't until Chase promised me over and over that he wouldn't be mean to me that I finally relented.

Moving back to the rear of the boat, they had to dig out another life vest as the one they'd been wearing was far too big for me, even with all the straps tightened all the way. Unfortunately, the only other one in the boat was more for kids but I was able to squeeze into it finally although there was quite a gap in the center where it should have pulled together.

Looking down, I realized why they kept staring at my chest. Talk about a Wonder-Bra effect! The life vest was pushing my boobs together and up to create the most marvelous cleavage shot imaginable. God, it looked like my boobs were double D's given the Grand Canyon that the life vest had created between them! The only thing that would've been better would have been to not wear my bikini top at all... which gave me an idea.

"Steve, this is really too tight... I can't do this," I whined, hoping he would catch the hint.

At first it went right over his head as Steve tried to change the straps again but I whined a little more saying, "It's not so much it's tight as it bunches up my top and cuts into my boobs."

Actually it wasn't a complete lie but a little overblown to say the least. The ring in the center, which normally gave it that just barely over-the-top look, WAS cutting in between my boobs a little given the way they were being squeezed in. Sure it wasn't all THAT bad but it provided a perfect excuse for my intentions at the moment. Thankfully Steve FINALLY fell right into the trap I'd laid without even realizing it.

"Well, why don't you take it off while you ski then? The life vest will cover you up."

Ha! I couldn't have said it better myself, which I probably would've had to do if Steve hadn't been thinking like a typical guy. Any excuse to get the girl to take her top off!

Needless to say, none of the other were arguing against it and at first I pretended to be too shy but I realized I wasn't fooling anyone with THAT line so finally I shrugged and took off the jacket. I started to untie the top but then thought better of it and turned around so I was facing the back of the boat. Taking off the top, I clutched my boobs and turned my head back to Steve.

"Steve, help me put the life jacket on before I turn around."

Steve put the jacket against my back and I handed him my top over my shoulder, leaving me temporarily topless but facing away from everyone so at most they got a slight view from the side. Putting my arms through the jacket, I lifted them up so it slid down my arms and onto my shoulders. Once I had the first buckle snapped I turned around and let Steve help do the rest.

"Well, how do I look?" I asked everyone, putting my hands on my hips like I was posing the latest fashion.

"Nice... but would have been better without the jacket," Ryan smirked. Yeah, he was still Asshole #1.

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're drooling over," Steve said, smacking Ryan on the shoulder playfully. It wasn't like he was protesting all that much if you asked me.

"Well you're fucking her so the least you can do is let us look," Ryan came back. God, the nerve of this guy!

Ryan did a high-five with Phil, as if he'd just made some fantastic comeback. Yep, Assholes #1 and #2. Well, they were sealing up whatever chances they may have had left to do anything more than watch.

"And don't you wish you could too Ryan," I couldn't help but say to him, patting him on the head like my pet dog.

Before things got out of hand I jumped overboard and swam over to the tube. It was a pain getting up onto it and I swore as I pulled myself up and over that I was NOT going to do this again. In doing so I was facing away from the boat so in my scrambling to get into the tube I was confident there were four pair of eyes taking in every inch of my ass and open legs. No doubt a few prayers were being said in hope my life vest would pop off but as tight as it was on me there was little chance of that unless the buckles snapped off.

Finally I was in place and I gave a thumb-sup to Chase who, true to his word, took off gently and gradually built up speed. Even as slow as he was going it was a rough ride as the lake was starting to get busier and the wakes were everywhere. I'd could have chosen to lay flat on my stomach which probably would have been the safest position but instead I was on my knees leaning over to grab the handles. Of course this gave the best possible view down the front of my life vest but as far back as I was there was little chance they would see much more than their imagination.

Kneeling also had the effect of putting my ass up in the air more and as I bounced about my bottoms gradually worked their way down. Of all times for them to be doing THAT again. True, there was never any danger they would slip off entirely but they definitely went down low enough to expose my butt crack and a healthy portion of my ass to whomever we passed by.

Just then I heard the motor surge and to my horror I saw it turn sharply, doing a 180 degree turn. The rope between me and the boat slackened and then as the boat passed me the rope tightened back up again. With a SNAP the tube was pulled around to the opposite direction and I felt the left handle rip from my hand as the tube took off like a rocket, leaving me behind in the dust, so to speak. Well, Chase had just earned his "Asshole #3" full accreditation.

A cry burst from me as I was literally hurled into the water and then dragged by one hand before common sense kicked in and I let go. Unfortunately by then with my bottoms already loose, they were pulled down by the rushing water and off before I realized what was happening. Trying to get my bearings, I was left floating all alone, choking on lake water and feeling quite bottomless all of a sudden. I twisted around, trying to see where my bikini bottoms had gone to but they were nowhere in sight. Crap, they must have sunk and now I was out an expensive bikini.

As the boat turned and approached, I could hear everyone's laughter, Steve included. Then it finally struck me that not only had I lost half of an expensive bikini, but I had to deal with four guys who so far had no idea what the situation was. The lake water was brown and you couldn't see more than a couple of inches below the surface so they had no idea I was floating there stark naked except for my life vest.