Phone buzzes at 10am. Constanza from the train. Argentine with killer tits. Party invite, pool, cute guys. Tempting. Back to snoozing.
Uncle Gérard bursts in. ‘Up, Sophie! Need your eye on a boat buy.’ Groggy, naked under sheets. His eyes light up as I swing legs out, bare skin flashing. Pressing pee urge. Yesterday’s nudity fair game. Dash to bathroom, ass swaying. He stares, hungry.
The Awakening Rush
Piss in shower stream. Quick rinse. Red short shorts hug my hips. White polo clings damp. Legs lotioned shiny. Mirror check: sun-kissed glow. Tennis girl vibe. He grins in hall. ‘Like a pro player!’ I tease skirts boost ratings. He banters camping courts, no skirts. Offer: find me one, I’ll play, you watch.
Winding drive to port. Modest boat amid yachts. Six meters, cute. Keys in hand. I untie lines. He guns it seaward, laughing wild.
Below deck: cozy berth. Up top, I sprawl on lounger. Sea breeze teases skin. Half hour drifts by. He kills engine, joins me. One lounger. I offer cushion.
‘Well, Sophie?’ Pretty, quiet. Buy it, teach me helm. He hints swim. Voice sly. No suit warned? Trap set. Freedom calls, but control mine. Read crap mag first.
Shift aft. Water laps deck. Towel down. Slow strip: polo off, small tits bounce free. Shorts drop, string thong peels. Ass to him, perfect curves. Dive clean, chill water shocks nipples hard. Stroke easy, pure liberty.
Arms on rail, tits float. ‘You swimming, Tonton?’ ‘No trunks.’ ‘Me neither. Problem?’ Taunt hangs. He wavers. Curious now: seen bulge yesterday. Real size?
Water out, nude strut. His eyes devour. Yank shirt over head. Belt unclick. Pants unzip, shove down. Boxers tent hard. Thong ’em off—head inches from cock. Average length, thick vibe. Shaved shaft, pubes crown balls. Shoes, socks gone. Cock max stiff, veins pulse.
The Raw Release
Push to edge. Splash clumsy. I dry slow, watch him flail. Weak swimmer. Music on, doze.
He climbs aboard, shivering, dick soft. Rub back vigorous. Peek towel drop: want that view. ‘Cold shrunk your cock.’ Silence. ‘Saw bro’s too. Normal.’ Twitch starts. Hardens quick. ‘Sensitive, huh? Naked with hot girl.’ ‘You are hot, Sophie.’ Warm fuzz. Tits small, but his gaze says enough.
Home. Salt shower, then bath crave. Door wide. ‘Towel, Tonton!’ He brings, plus robe.
‘My back?’ Hands scrub firm. ‘Sorry, used hot water.’ Grumble. ‘Join me?’ Hesitate. ‘Cock hard again?’ Yup. ‘Seen it. Stay, cold wait.’ Strips fast. Joins, erection bobs.
Joke: not hard to join, wink cock. Laughs. Soaps up, dick rigid. Taunt: ‘No wank in tub.’ Stammers. Giggle fit. ‘Heard you fuck Nadia last year. Dirty talk queen.’ ‘What?!’ ‘Suck faster, doggy me.’ He strokes soft.
Excitement builds. Heat pools low. Grip shaft. Firm, hot, taut skin slides easy. Pump steady. He leans in, breath ragged. Throb intensifies. Smile huge. My pussy tingles, forbidden fire.
Spooge nears. Snag washcloth. Stroke fierce. Spurts thick, ropey jets fill cloth. Milk last drops. He gasps thanks, eyes grateful.
Water chills. Hop out, towel fast. Heart races. Taboo crossed. Craved it deep. He lingers, dazed. Vacay shifted hard. My doing. Thrill lingers, secret pulse.