It-Stinks Of Fish

Ted silently extended his left hand, which held a bag that contained her lifeline of entertainment. She took it from his hand with a smirk that revealed her displeasure and ducked into the cabin. The boat rocked when Ted jumped from the dock onto the deck.

"I love my Gracious Sally," Ted said aloud in a prideful tone. Although it could not be seen, he knew the name was painted on the bow, for he had done it himself. "Never told you about Sally, did I?"

When he received no response he busied himself with the ropes that attached the boat to the dock, and then assumed the Captain's position behind the boat's controls. The old wooden relic slowly moved from its home and headed out to sea once again.

In the privacy of the cabin Wendy struggled with conflicting emotions. She was eager to show off her bikini, but also frightened. Time was running out and she needed to do something. Finally she pulled the T-shirt from her body yet left the shorts intact. On the front, tiny round cups of fabric embraced her nipples and little else. A thin yellow string tied at the back and held it in place. 

Wendy already knew what she looked like when she wore it. She'd modeled it several times in her bedroom and admired herself in the mirror. Even now she glanced down excitedly. The soft creamy breasts were mostly exposed, and the covered nipples struggled against the fabric in silent protest, fully swollen. She proudly walked to the open doorway, hesitated, and stepped out.

As the coastline diminished in size Wendy reappeared on deck. Ted openly gazed upon her slender form, something which Wendy had grown accustomed to over the last few years and no longer noticed. She looked incredible in the bright yellow string bikini top, even better than her mom at that age. 

Not that Ted had seen as much of her mom as he now did the daughter. He was amazed by the extreme bikini top, or the lack thereof. The tiniest pieces of fabric covered the nipples, but little else. And even though covered, the fabric revealed the shape and size of the impressive nubs. His penis immediately stirred in temptation. He was accustomed to openly glaring at anything that caught his attention and especially enjoyed this opportunity.

As she walked towards the bow his eyes followed. Her round ass, confined in the tight shorts, swayed seductively. His penis was restless and now anxiously shifted. Wendy loitered on the bow, realizing that Ted had to notice her slender form as he piloted the boat. Knowing that, she moved into various poses that emphasized key elements of her body she was most proud of.

When they were a dozen miles out he throttled back and killed the engine. Once the noise stopped, she found it was surprisingly quiet. Ted turned his attention to fishing as he brought out his gear and sat on a lawn chair on the port side of the stern. 

He enjoyed the magnificent view as he baited the hook and tossed the line into the water. A few minutes elapsed when Wendy appeared holding a reclining lawn chair. She scouted the area and finally set up the chair beside him. She knew that he couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous young body.

"Okay, I give," Wendy announced as her curiosity got the best of her. "Tell me about this supposed whore Gracious Sally."

Her response caused him to cackle with laughter. He looked over at her with his bright green eyes filled with joy and secretively whispered "Sally's no whore. No, far from it."

"What?" she replied, suddenly confused. All of his stories, real or imagined, were of women.

"I never told anybody about Sally. Maybe I'll wait a bit. You have another five weeks to go. I'll make it a cliff hanger, like the old time movies."

The morning sun was now directly overhead and bright rays bathed her in warmth and UV that she knew would burn her skin before long. For as long as she anticipated this moment, her body trembled nervously and her stomach knotted with fear. Could she go through with it? Her hesitation stretched from seconds into minutes. The hot rays were relentless. If she didn't ask him soon, she'd have to do it herself.

"You're going to get a real bad burn if you're not careful," he cautioned her in a concerned tone. "There's not much covering the top of you."

She reached down and retrieved the sun block. "Could you help me?"

He carefully considered her request. "Well, fetch us both a beer out of that cooler and I'll see what I can do."

"A beer; he did say fetch us both a beer, right?" she thought to herself. Wendy couldn't believe what he just said. She was filled with a rush of excitement that was difficult to control. As hard as it was she slowly got up and walked to the cooler. 

It was the first time he'd offered, and Wendy graciously bent over and withdrew two cans of beer from a sea of ice. When she returned he motioned for her to sit on his left knee. She passed him one can, popped the top of hers, and sipped at the foamy contents. 

Being a playful man at heart Ted waited for her to get settled onto his lap and then placed his ice-cold can of beer at the base of her neck. Wendy's lithe form tensed as she shrieked from the intense chill. Ted chuckled as his left arm reached around and pinned her in place as his right hand moved the cold can around and pressed it between her breasts. As he looked over her shoulder his eyes watched as both of her nipples stiffened against the thin swaths of yellow fabric. 

"You're terrible!" she protested, and then admitted "It did feel good, though."

After having his fun with her Ted placed the can of beer on the deck and replaced it with the lotion. He squired some of the thick white cream onto one palm, smeared it against both, and applied it generously to her upper back and shoulders.

"Looks like you've got the beginnings of a bruise on the back of your right shoulder. Must have hurt it when you fell," he surmised.

"It is sore," she agreed. "Maybe you could rub it a bit."

As his strong fingers delivered a skilled massage, he maintained the conversation. "Is this your first time drinking?"

When she indicated that it was, he responded "There's nothing like your first drunk. Never told you about my first drunk, did I?"

She drained the contents of the can and placed it on the deck. His hands completely relaxed her nervous flesh, and the knot in her stomach loosened. She decided that it all appeared to work out perfectly. It seemed so natural and innocent, and she never had to ask him in an obvious manner. 

"I'm sure it took place in a Chinese brothel, right?"

"No, it was long before my Navy career," he confessed. 

Wendy's interest suddenly piqued. She hadn't heard anything out of Ted that wasn't sexual in nature and didn't involve the Navy. A slight buzz developed in her head from the beer and she enjoyed the way it made her feel.

"Your grand-dad and I grew up together and we both had a thing for Mad Mary. We called her that because she always threw a tantrum when she didn't get her way. Her parents were devout Catholics and imposed upon her their strict beliefs. But we thought if we could get her drunk, something might happen.

"I was the brave soul that stole a case of beer from the store, and the three of us walked to the quarry and drank can after can as we sat beside a cliff. Mad Mary drank more than either of us. Your grand-dad and I both passed out, and when we woke up Mary was gone."

Wendy was mystified. Was there a lesson in this? "So, what happened? What's the point?"

"The point is, there is no point," Ted pointed out. "That's just what happened, is all. That's the first time I got drunk."

"How about you grab the cooler and drag it over beside me," he suggested. "Then when you get old you can think about today and tell somebody special about the first time you got drunk."

His words weren't lost on Wendy and she surged with excitement when she realized that Ted thought she was special to him. That simple recognition prompted her fingers to reach for the snap of her shorts. As she stood beside him her soft fingers tugged the top of the shorts, and there was an audible pop as they opened. The tips of two fingers grasped the brass zipper tab and tugged it down its track.

Ted openly watched Wendy's efforts. He admired the hint of skin that was revealed as the shorts pulled open just above the skimpy bikini bottom. She pushed the shorts down her slender golden legs and kicked them aside. His eyes found their way to her crotch as he was amazed by the tiny strip of yellow fabric no wider than his middle finger that covered the outline of her lips. He was almost embarrassed for her, but noticed that Wendy saw nothing wrong with the risqué attire.

His penis anxiously shifted and stirred inside his shorts. Wendy glanced down and noticed, and the sight of it aroused her. She thought that most guys would have been embarrassed, but Ted wasn't like the other guys. He openly admired her nearly nude body and when his penis stiffened and stood upright beneath his clothing he thought nothing of it. Suddenly she blushed as he looked up and caught her staring at his erection. His lips curled into an amused smile.

"I could use that beer," he reminded her. "And you need that lotion on pretty quick."

Wendy walked to the cooler, fought with cargo strap that held it in place, and dragged it over. She opened the top and grabbed two more cans. After handing him one she straddled his left knee again. Anxious for a little retribution, she pressed her can against his crotch and chilled his balls and shaft.

Ted initially jerked from the cold but didn't protest. Her teasing made his penis even harder, and again Wendy flushed red in embarrassment as she observed his increased size. Despite how she felt her eyes seemed unable to pull away from the sight of his shorts, and her own body shuddered in excitement. After pulling the can away she popped the drop and nervously downed half of the contents.

He uncapped the sun block, squirted a generous amount onto his left palm, and then spread the lotion onto both hands. His hands skillfully rubbed her neck and shoulders as he spread the lotion. Wendy leaned forward and softly groaned as she enjoyed the impromptu massage. After her shoulders were coated his fingers slipped beneath the thin straps of her top and worked their way down. 

More lotion was dispensed and smeared over her upper chest. She leaned back and gave him easier access to her front. His fingers rubbed between her breasts, and then worked the lotion onto the bare surfaces of her perky mounds left uncovered by the tiny top. Whether by accident or design she felt his fingers sipping underneath the thin yellow pad of cloth that covered her nipples and teasingly touched them. Her body reacted immediately. She softly gasped and groaned as her beautiful body twitched.

"I don't know why you even bother with the bikini," he mused. "It's not really hiding anything and the straps are getting in the way of my massage."

His fingertips created tingling warmth deep in her lower belly. The nipples were fully hard and throbbed, aching for attention. Each time he lightly brushed against one an intense jolt of pleasure shot through Wendy's body and further aroused her. 

Ted smiled to himself as he teased the gorgeous girl. She reminded him of the women he'd spent time with in the various ports. Each time his fingers pushed beneath the top and touched the pulsating nipples he could hear her soft moaning and felt her body twitching against him. He loved the ladies, and loved the teasing most of all. 

"Sally wasn't her real name, that's just what I called her," Ted said as he began the story he threatened to relate earlier. "She worked in a Chinese brothel, but she wasn't a whore. She served drinks and cleaned up. She could've made a mint there if she'd wanted to because she was an absolute goddess. The most beautiful girl I'd ever laid my eyes on. 

"Every time I was in port I rushed to see her. She couldn't speak English and I couldn't speak much Chinese but we had a time of it, we did. She was beautiful, elegant, gracious, and I loved her more than anybody before or since. 

"Never could get anywhere with her sexually, and I sure tried. But there was more to our relationship than that. I guess it was probably three years before I left that part of the world, and I still miss her today."

He pulled his hands away from Wendy, dispensed more sun block, and reached his hands down over her shoulders. He smeared the lotion over her sides and smooth flat stomach. He was amazed at the skimpy bottom, and he got an eyeful. A string reached down from the waistband and flared out slightly, just enough to cover the soft outer lips of her pussy. Everything else was laid bare, and it was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever laid his eyes on. Looking at her like that aroused him even further. He reached his hands down between her parted thighs and worked the lotion into the bare skin along the edge of her lips.