Moonlight Sail

Jim sprang instantly into action grabbing the tiller. As he grabbed for the tiller, allowing the boat to regain her proper trim, his hand groped into her crotch. He admonished her actions with a smile. "Sandy, treat her gently, like a fine woman."
"I'm sorry, Jim," she apologized, "I didn't mean to grab it like that."
"No harm done," he set her at ease. He had to admit that he enjoyed the feel. Afterall the way she had groped him 
last night, and the way she checked him out this morning, he had an
inkling that her actions were intentional, though he didn't let on to her.
"Boy," she said after a little bit, "I like sailing. It's so peaceful." Jim had instructed her to watch over the bow and the set
of the sails. But, periodically, she'd glance down at his suit to
admire the bulge that he was presenting to her.

After a few hours, as the sun peaked in the western sky, she asked,
"Say, would it bother you much if I took off my bra?" Looking at him
she noticed his negative reply. "Here, you can have this back."
"No, you handle the tiller. I think you can handle the sheet now."
"Excuse me?" She inquired, a slight giggle in her voice.
"The mainsheet, Sandy," Jim laughed, "it controls the sail." He
handed the mainsheet to her right hand, remarking, "I can untie your bra for you." He hoped that he might be able to glance a hand against her bra front, accidentally. "Oh, you're such a dear, hon," she smiled. As he reached behind her, he just happened to glance a hand against her coverered breast. She giggled as he inquired, "Would you like to have a picnic on that island over there?"
"Sure," she beamed, "I'd like that."
"Okay then, sweetie, push the tiller a little to port and pull the sheet in just a little." She did as instructed and
the boat changed course a few degrees as Jim began to untie the knot
in her bra straps. 

He had hoped she'd take off her bra at least. Ever since he saw her standing on the dock he had wanted to see, at least, her breasts.
Now he'd have the chance. "Sandy, let out the sheet a little."
She paid out the sail a little as Jim untied the knot. As he undid
the double knot in the strap her bra fell to the deck since she was 
slightly bent over it. Swinging her breasts, she exclaimed, "Oh, wow,
that feels good!"

Jim looked at her swaying breasts and, noticing that her nipples
were swelled up hard, remarked, "Sandy, you'd better let me take the
helm. We're getting close to the island." Actually, his remark was
twofold. He had to take control of the sailboat due to her lack of
experience and he wanted to try to touch her little round naked tits.
"Yeah, maybe you should," she replied, deliberately raising the
mainsheet closer to her chest and moving closer to the tiller.
As close as she was to the tiller, Jim had to grab it awkwardly.
"Excuse me, Sandy," he said and as he reached toward it his hand grazed against her thigh. She just giggled. "Hand me the sheet," he then said. He hoped though, in the back of his mind, that she wouldn't just hand it to him. If he grabbed it he had good chance of swiping his hand, at least, against her breasts. If she'd afford him that priviledge, he definitely, nonchanlantly, would take advantage of the situation and cop a playful feel.
She drew the mainsheet closer to herself, giggling a question, "Are
you going to take this or what?" She could see his hesitation. "Here,
Jim," she quipped, "take the sheet." She moved it slightly toward him
just enough that, if he did reach for it, he'd have to touch her breasts to grab it. And she'd take advantage of it, too.
As he realized she wouldn't hand it to him he grabbed the rope. As his hand grasped the mainsheet she deliberately clenched it tighter and his hand palmed into her right breast. She flinched herself slightly toward him grinding her nipple into his hand.
"Sorry," Jim blurted out. 

Then he smiled at her, adding, "But
really, Sandy, I have to admit, you have real nice tits."
She just smiled back at him. Her idea had worked pefectly. "Why,
thank you," she replied as she shivererd them in his direction. Then
she giggled, and trying to sound like a real sailor, adding, "Want to
see below?" She put her hand on his thigh and deliberately groped it into his crotch. 

He didn't even flinch as her hand fondled his tightening balls. As
she looked down he knew she could see his penis becoming erect. He
wondered if she'd be embarrassed by seeing it rise to her touch.
Looking down she smiled. As her hand slid against his hardening
penis, she ventured a salty reply, smiling at him, "Gee, the mast is
sure hard." She slid her fingers against it, and gazing into his eyes, she giggled.

Trying not to be obvious, Jim answered, referring to the mast on
the boat, "It should be, Sandy. It's one inch aluminum." Feeling that he had let her have enough fun he changed his position thereby
forcing her lose her grip and remove her hand. 

Damn, he thought, she was frisky! He watched as she sat down on the port seat. He kept an eye forward as he played with the tiller and mainsheet. When he did look over at her she was sprawled on the seat resting her left arm on the teak rail. He could see that her breasts were tightened firmer which made her hard swollen nipples more prominent.

He also noticed that she had positioned herself just right on the seat. He saw that her left leg was strectched out with her ankle
resting on the portside coaming. He smiled at her. "Comfy?"
"Very," Sandy replied, returning the smile. 
"Good," Jim answered and returned his eyes forward.
"Say," she asked, dangling her right leg in the cockpit, "how long before we get there?"
"Not much longer, Sandy," Jim replied, glancing at her.
"I'm looking forward to our picnic lunch," she quipped. She saw that he turned his head forward. She glanced over at him and smiled
at the mast in his suit. She deliberately moved her right leg which caused her bikini to tighten up. She had to ask him a question. When he answered it she hoped he'd look in her direction. She knew that with the hem popped up the way it was, and if he looked at her crotch, he'd be able to see the bump of her mound clearly. Admittedly she was flaunting herself, even deliberately displaying herself. She had a thought of letting him see more. Since she was getting warm she'd cup a few handfulls of water onto herself. Reaching over the rail, she cupped some water and cascaded it over herself. Cupping another handful she deliberately watered her bottom. "What will we be having anyway?"
"Oh, I don't know," he replied, still looking forward. 
She was a little disappointed. He hadn't looked at her at all.
She wanted him to look at her. Afterall, she really wanted him to, at least, catch a glimpse under her bikini. "You know what I'd really like?"
Still looking forward, he questioned her. "Tell me, Sandy, what would you really like?"
She was frustrated now. He hadn't looked in her direction at all. Should she be more blunt and deliberately ask him to look at
her? She had hoped she could be more suttle. Hoping he'd look in her direction, and she wouldn't have to ask him to look at her, she tried one more time. "I'd like chicken."
"Oh?" he replied, still looking forward. Then he played his eyes in her direction, adding, "So you'd like chicken, would you?" He smiled at her. Gradually his eyes glanced toward her feet, sprawled haphazardly on the seat. With the position she had her right leg in he couldn't help but notice the wet tight look of her bikini. He played his eyes at the hem and could plainly see the roundess of her vaginal mound. He glared at it and said, "Okay, then we're have chicken." Then he thought he'd sound like a gentleman and asked, "Are you comfy like that?"
She caught his drift immediately and repositioned her leg. "Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized.
Jim smiled at her and asked, "Sandy, could you go below and pull the rope on the side of the centerboard well so I can beach her?"
"Sure," she answered and went below. She grabbed a rope, and looking back at him asked, "This one?" He nodded and she pulled it
back causing the centerboard to jump into the well just as the sailboat slid onto the beach.

She had strained a little to get the centerboard up quickly enough so it wouldn't slam into the beach sand. "Where's the chicken, Jim," she asked. "In the freezer, lower port side, hon," he replied as he lashed the
tiller and furled the sails.
"Ah, found it," she cried.
Jim was getting the grill from the lazerette storage at the stern of the boat as she came out on deck. As he bent over to get it out
he shifted his suit slightly allowing his balls to slip out. He wondered if she'd be offended by his blatant display. "Gee," he said, "you're getting to be quite a sailor, Sandy." He looked into the cabin.p> "Yeah, I guess I am at that," she replied, smiling up at him. Hoping to accidentally display herself she retied the straps on her bikini. As she did so she made sure that he wasn't looking. As she exited the cabin she caught it on something, therby yanking it off. As she entered the cockpit she noticed his exposure and couldn't help her comment and giggled. She grinned as she remarked, "Want to know something, Jim?" Before he could answer, she continued, "You got a
nice set of nuts." 

He smiled in her direction, and took delight in seeing her naked. "You're not so bad yourself, blondie. "Oh, sorry," she apologized, "I wasn't aware I'd done that." Then flaunting herself, she remarked, "Well, I guess the secret is out. Well, I guess you know now that I'm a natural blond."

Jim laughed heartily, proudly flopping his genitals, "Yeah, I guess you are at that, Sandy."