Moonlight Sail

Jim was having no luck finding a partner to accompany him on a 
cruise. He couldn't understand what the problem was. Heck, he reasoned, he'd only be gone about a month or so. He knew it wasn't
just the size of his sailboat that contributed to the lack of interest. He had talked his voyage up, around the dock, for the better part of a week with no results, not even 'maybes'. 

After a week of frustrating results, he decided to advertise in the
local newspaper. He had decided, due to limiting funds, to run the ad
for only three days. The ad ran under "Crewmate wanted" on Wednesday.
Two days drew into three and Jim had had no results.
It was getting late on Friday and he was just moping around in the
cockpit of his twenty-three foot sloop. His disgruntled attitude was
suddenly interuptted. He looked up at the dock.
"Excuse me," she asked, "are you Jim?"

Noticing she held a paper in her hand, he answered, "Yes, I am. What can I do for you, young lady?"
"Hi, Jim, I'm Sandy," she replied quickly extending her hand in
friendship. As she took the liberty to step aboard his boat, she
added, "I'm here in answer to your ad in the Herald."

Jim helped her aboard, smiling at the cute blond girl, and remarked, "Well, I really wasn't expecting a girl would answer my ad." As he helped her aboard she stumbled into him glancing her small perky breasts into his chest allowing him the priviledge of feeling them. "Be careful," he said as he caught her. She was a pretty girl and had cute curves in all the right places.
As her small breasts ground tightly into his chest she bumped her crotch against his. "I just wanted to learn to sail is all. Heck," she said, "I'm willing to pay half of your expenses."
"Okay, fine then," Jim shook her hand. He was surprized as to how
soft her hand was. "We leave tonight. You can get your stuff and be
back here at eight."

"Oh, I don't have any stuff," Sandy replied quickly. "Just my little bag and me, that's all." She smiled at him and added, "I thought I could get a wonderful tan."
Since he had a few hours before they'd be leaving he thought he might take advantage of the time and teach her some basics. As he explained various things to her he took the liberty to check out her cute little figure. Looking at her white blouse he could see the shadow of her bra. Damn, he thought to himself, her tits weren't very big, but they, from what he could see in the shadows, had a nice shape. They motored out of the harbor just as the moon was rising. As soon as the sailboat cleared the breakwater of the crowded harbor, Jim
lashed the tiller and went forward to hoist the jib and mainsail.
Returning to the cockpit he untied the tiller and adjusted its angle. She put her hand over his causing him to remark, "Gee, Sandy, you have very soft hands."
"Thank you, Jim," she answered with a smile. Then she giggled,
adding, "And the rest of me is just as soft, too." Looking out at the
moon and the stars brought a gleam to her eye. Smiling at Jim, she
asked, "Can I cuddle a little closer? It's so romantic out here."

She slid closer to him. "You can teach me the basics of sailing."
"Sure, I'd like to, Sandy," Jim remarked as he adjusted the mainsheet a little to take advantage of a slight wind shift. He smiled at her when she put her hand on his thigh. 
Quite suddenly, and without a hint of warning, except maybe a smile, her hand groped into his crotch. Coping a generous feel, she blurted an apology, "Oh, I'm sorry! My hand slipped."
"Forget it, Sandy," Jim accepted her apology. Looking at her he smiled and added, "You'd better put on a jacket. Afterall it gets chilly out here at night."
"I didn't bring one," she replied. "I really didn't think I'd need
one. Afterall I just wanted a good tan."

Jim laughed. "Hell, you'll get that out here for sure! But for now, there's a jacket in the locker below. You can wear that."
She went below and got the jacket. Returning to the cockpit he noticed her skin tight pants plainly seeing the slight bump she presented, she remarked, "I never thought your boat was so small down there."
Jim just smiled as she sat down next to him, cuddling tight against him, as she tried to ward off the night chill. They sailed into the night and just talked about nothing important. Jim did, however, find out that Sandy was as old as his boat was long. 
Finally after a few hours of idle chit-chat, he advised, "Maybe you should get some sleep, Sandy. I'll stay up. See you in the morning."
"Maybe I should, Jim," she replied, rubbing her eyes, "I am a bit tired." 

He watched her disappear below. He had to admit to himself that she was a pretty cute blond especially with her long silky hair. His
thoughts reflected back to the dock when he first saw her. He then
realized that the reason he had accepted her as crew was, he had to
admit, because she was such a cutie. He smiled when he remembered how her blond hair seemed to float on the wind. He was glad that he
had accepted her. And he was excited at the thought of seeing her in
a swimming suit. He wondered what kind it would be. Well, he reasoned, he could fantacize about it all night and it wouldn't necessarily be accurate anyway. So he would have to wait until morning.

The morning sun rose casting its warmth upon the water. Very quickly it got quite warm and Jim decided to remove his clothes. Discarding his duds into the lazerette, he sat down in his extremely tight orange lycra swimming suit. He knew it didn't do much to conceal him, but he didn't care, he was comfortable.
"Hi," Sandy stuck her head out of the companionway, "how's the
weather?" Noticing his attire, she smiled at him, definitely noticing the bulge in his suit, adding, "Oh good. I'll be out in a bit." Five minutes passed and again she stuck her head out of the hatch, "I hope you won't be embarrassed."
"Why should I be, Sandy?"

"Well," she embarrassingly replied, "my suit is rather skimpy."
"Don't let it bother you, sweetie," he remarked with a smile. He wondered just how skimpy she meant. He knew she meant it was a bikini
as opposed to a one piece. "Oh, Sandy, could you please bring up some
coffee?" He could hear the smile in her reply, "Sure, hon."
She emerged from the cabin with two cups of coffee. "Here you go," she said as she handed him a cup. As she handed the cup to him she looked down at his suit and smiled, licking her lips. "Nice suit, Jim." 

He smiled up at her and realized that she could see his genitals
proudly displayed in the lycra suit. "Glad you like it."
Modeling her suit, she asked, "Do you like mine?" 
He scoped her out. She had cautioned him that it was skimpy but
her blunt description didn't do it justice. He noticed that her bra
covered little more than her nipples which he could see were starting to swell up in the breeze. He admired the roundness of her small breasts. Casting his eyes downward he admired how tight her string bottom was drawn. Drawn as tight as it was he could clearly make out
the roundness of her mound. He smiled up at her, remarking, "I have to admit it, Sandy, that is a real nice looking suit."
Her eyes brightened up as she sat down next to him on the seat.
"I'm glad you like it," she said. As her face smiled into his eyes,
she added, "I bought it special just for this." Then she got serious.

"Jim, could you teach me how to steer this boat?" Giggling, she flustered, "I feel like such a dummy." She put her hand on his thigh.
"Don't feel that way, Sandy," Jim set her at ease as he patted her leg. "I'll start with tiller steering. We have to change positions, Sandy." He noticed that, as he changed position with her, that she scoped out his crotch. And as she bent over he caught a generous glimpse of her breasts which seemed to practically fall out of the small protection of her bra, which she seemed to flaunt in his direction deliberately, and sat down on his left.
"Okay, what now?" She asked. Trying to get comfortable she
stretched out her legs towards the other side of the small cockpit.
"Show me what's first."
Jim couldn't help but notice her stretched out like that. She seemed to be deliberately flaunting herself to him. "Well, first you have to take the tiller in your left hand," he said. Thinking a minute, he added, "Here, I'll show you." Reaching over her, he took the liberty to check out her crotch, he said, "Excuse me, Sandy." Damn, he thought, she was cute. "Take the tiller, Sandy."
She straighted up a little in the cockpit. Reaching for the tiller she glanced at his crotch. If she reached for the tiller just
right, she reasoned, his hand would glance against her crotch. She had to do it just right so as not to arouse his suspicions. She reached for the tiller and yanked it toward her causing his hand to glance against her crotch. Her action caused the boat to swing wildly out of control and was in danger of capsizing.