atokos boat party

Just another boat ride…not! We rolled up to the launch and I backed the boat into the water. The others parked up in the lot and started carrying coolers down to the ithaki marina dock. The men did most of the carrying, of course. The girls, in varying states, were great to look at. They stood on the dock…all four of them…waiting to pile into the boat. Olga, of course, was catching looks from the moment she piled out of our truck. She decided, at the last moment, to throw on one of my old white oxfords. Buttoned, strategically, just above her navel, it revealed just enough tit and pussy, when she walked down onto the dock, to get any observant male’s attention in both heads. And there were a few of them. A few old fishermen-timers were not quite sure what they were seeing.

I tethered the boat to the dock and the guys started dropping the goodies into the boat. The women were already in, giggling and sort of pretending to help out. Maria had a suit on that was so small the fabric could have made a potholder. Like Christina, Georgia was nearly naked. She donned a sheer beach robe and a pair of flip-flops. After unloading the truck, I parked it up in the lot and walked across the steaming asphalt to the dock. It was only 10:00 am, and the day was going to be a hot one.

The plan was to head out over to Atokos, to a bay where there was a three-day party. Women, music, water, sun…what could be better? The trip to the Atokos would take about an hour. As I turned the bow around and headed out on the glassy water, the women took the cue and stripped. Olga took her favorite spot on the bow, right in front of me. The scenery was, to say the least, magnificent. What, with rocky bluffs, deep azure skies, and naked pussy ahead of me, what more could I want?

In moments, I found out. I was rather focused on Olga, when I suddenly felt some nice warm breasts pressing against my back, and a pair of small hands reaching into the front of my shorts. I knew where Olga was, and I sort of could make out Georgia sucking on something hard over my left shoulder so, being capable of outstanding deduction, I surmised that Christina wanted something. Always the conscientious ship captain, however, I could do little but navigate the boat.

The sex cruise was on.

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A few of miles out into the calm sea, i had to calculate things, just right. I let Olga lie there, for awhile. After taking over Cristina’s position at the wheel.

I didn’t respond. I knew we had a couple of miles to go, to get to the flotilla. I told the girls to go up and attend to Olga.

The boys were left flopping in the air, but a couple of cold beers soon cured any disappointment they might have. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

Here we are, a boat load of tanned and happy campers, pulling into the flotilla. Music was blaring from the beach. Party goers were dancing, in various states of coherence and dress, on the sand and boats, and in the water. We floated in,  Needless to say, we left a good impression that spread rapidly through the crowd. The party got better, from there.