He helped unload the fruit and placed it in one of the chilly bins. I was still embarrassed and frustratingly hot and horny. So I turned my back to Ryker, lifted my dress above my head, threw it on my towel, and then ran into the sea. As I swam, I looked out to the yacht and saw that Aaron had finished talking on the phone and getting ready to row ashore. I waved out and swam towards the boat.
Aaron leaned over and pulled me aboard. I went straight into his arms and kissed him passionately. Although the water had cooled me down, the desire was still strong, and his kiss sent an even stronger wave of heat running through my body.
He had the yacht’s stereo on, playing Ed Sheeran’s song, ‘Afterglow’. It seemed so appropriate. I stepped back from him, placed my hands on my bikini bottom, and slid it down my legs. I went to step out of it but only had one foot free before Aaron turned me around and pulled my hips to his groin. I felt his hardness pressed hard against my bottom, and I bent over the cockpit’s side seat and placed my hands on the deck for balance.
I heard Sheeran sing about not wanting to let go and, more pertinently, about not remaining silent. The words struck a chord; silence? Bugger that, I screamed out, “Fuck me, Fuck me hard, Pleeaase!”
I knew the sound carried over water and that Ryker would hear, but I didn’t give a dam. As Aaron rubbed himself along my crack, I looked to the shore and noticed that Ryker was sitting up watching us. He would not have seen much, as we were mostly hidden down in the cockpit, but he certainly would know what was happening. And rather than being embarrassed, I was amazed that being watched turned me on even more.
Aaron lifted my hips, and once my feet left the cockpit floor, he kicked the fish tackle box under them and let me down to stand on it. This meant he did not have to bend his knees so much, and I felt him rubbing the head along my slit. I thought the salt water may have washed away all my fluids, but I was still as wet as hell.
However, doubts flooded my mind; would it hurt, was I bruised there from the last time? Then I felt him push his prick down and poke it around my very willing opening. And as he pushed, I was surprised at how easily he slipped inside me. His size didn’t matter; my fanny easily stretched to accommodate it.
He jerked in and out a few times, then slowed and settled into a steady rhythm. Once we were both in sync and balanced, he reached one hand under me to play with my clit, and his other hand searched out a hard nipple, which he pulled on with his thumb and forefinger as if he was milking a cow’s teat.
I looked again to the shore and saw Ryker leaning back, cock in hand, openly masturbating. His brazen display turned me on more than anything else, and I felt an orgasm building; it was coming like a fucking freight train.
The orgasm flooded my body, the fastest orgasm I had ever had. Aaron slowed to let me recover but did not stop, then I felt him tense up, and his actions became urgent. I felt my diminishing orgasm rekindle, as I had another small climax when Aaron exploded in me.
He held me tight, pressed hard inside me while my twitching fanny sucked in his throbbing cock. My urgent craving now satiated; I slumped onto the cockpit seat and leaned against the helm. Aaron sat beside me and asked, “What brought that on?”
So I told him about Ryker lifting me to get the peaches and where his fingers had rested.
“I thought he was going to take me there in the bush, but he didn’t do anything,” I exclaimed, trying to hide the frustration from my voice.
“He wouldn’t touch you without me being there and giving him the okay.”
I must have looked unbelievingly at him as he went on to explain.
“Ryker and I have shared girlfriends, but we have known one another forever and never step on each other’s patch. We understand that it always has to be okay with all concerned.”
“So, have you slept with Valerie?” I asked.
“No, we have come close, and she has tried to tempt me a couple of times, both with Ryker present and once when he wasn’t. But I know how much he loves her and how it affects him when she sleeps with others. So I will never betray his trust, and I know he will never go behind my back.”
I sat and thought about this. Several things went through my mind. First, would I have really slept with Ryker if he had pushed me? Sitting there beside Aaron, I told myself I wouldn’t have. But shamefully, I knew I was lying to myself. I remembered how I had opened my legs, it was almost involuntary, and worryingly I knew I would not have stopped him.
As Aaron rowed us back to the beach, I mulled over my life to this point. What had I become? I knew that my first fumbled sex with Adam was quite normal. I had even read and heard my girlfriends talking about girls sleeping with married men. But the last two days, I had gone way past what my former self would have thought was acceptable.
Was I a slut? Would Aaron want to see me once we got back to Auckland? My mind raced as these new thoughts confused me, was I bisexual? I had felt a little turned on when Ryker said about Valerie having sex with Sally. Several times my mind had slipped to thoughts of touching Valerie’s ripe athletic body. I flushed at the thought of her breastfeeding her baby and what it would be like to suckle on her full breasts.
As the dingy bumped onto the sand, I came back to reality. Aaron was looking at me with a puzzled look on his face.
“You were a million miles away and looked very worried. Are you okay?”
“Yes! I’m alright, just thinking about the last couple of days and what I have become. What happened on the boat then is not like me at all. Do you think I’m a slut?”
He reached over and pulled me to him and kissed me, “I think you are incredible. I hate the word ‘Slut’. It’s only used by guys that know a girl has slept with someone else but won’t sleep with them. In other words, it’s a word used by losers.”
“But I’m having all sorts of conflicting thoughts. I even got a bit turned on when Ryker told us about Valerie and Sally. I wonder if I might be a lesbian as well?”
“Don’t be silly. You are quite normal. Look at all the rules and morals that society places on us; they are all made up by men. And in my view, mostly by men of power who are fucking guilty of the dirty things they have done, and so react by setting constrictions on others, especially women. Look at the church, a whole lot of celibate men, who are scared of women and their desire for them, and try to prescribe their fucked up morals on everyone else.”
He paused, “You are quite normal. Well, maybe not too normal; you’re pretty incredible, actually.”
“Look at this!” And he threw his arms around him, then continued, “In this incredible natural beauty, it’s easy to forget about all the limitations society places on us and act like you want to. Just follow your instincts. As long as you don’t hurt anyone, what can be wrong with that?”
As he dropped his arms back to his side, Ryker yelled, “When you’ve finished giving your sermon to Nique, it’s time we had lunch and got going.”
We looked at one another and laughed. The relief I felt at his understanding of the emotional turmoil I had running around in my mind made me smile and relax. I put my arm around his waist, and we walked up to the blankets and joined Ryker. He had set out the plates with all the fillings in little containers, ready for us to make our sandwiches.
As we ate, I quizzed them about where they worked, etc. Aaron said he was a Civil Engineer mostly he had worked on large building projects. He had done a lot of work for Ryker over the years, but currently, he was working on the Puhoi overpass north of Auckland.
I asked him what that was.
“Oh! It’s part of the North Motorway extension. Have you not seen it?”
“No!”
“I’ll take you to see them next Saturday if you want.”
My heart soared. ‘He wanted to see me again’. I tried to reply, “Yes!” without sounding too desperate.
“Why did you become a civil Engineer?” I asked.
“I met Ryker when I made it into the first fifteen rugby team at High school. He was the captain. He was two years ahead of me in his last year. But we hit it off once we found we both loved sailing and that he had a Stewart 34. Well, it was his father’s, but he was allowed to take it out alone. So we sailed a lot together and have been close ever since. When he left school, he started Uni to study to be an architect. And it was at his suggestion that I become an engineer and do all the calculations on his buildings.”
Ryker had been sitting quietly during Aarons’s explanations. He was lying there in the nude, soaking up the sun. I was struggling not to keep looking over and staring at his cock. When Aaron stood, he dropped his shorts and headed to the water to cool off. I couldn’t help but glance between the two to assess the size difference.
Ryker didn’t miss a thing, “Checking us out, huh? And no, I’m not hung like him; in fact, mine is very average. But its size has never played any part in my meeting the ladies.”
I snapped my head away, ready to deny that I had been checking them out. Then I thought to myself, why bother; don’t give him the pleasure of a reaction, “You’re bigger than most I’ve seen, so I think you are being modest.
Ryker laughed and continued, “Why don’t you drop those bottoms and go for a dip with Aaron? You know you want to.”
“You’re just busting to see me in the nude!” I snapped back.
“Look, I don’t give a hoot if you do or don’t. But you will never get a better chance to run on a beach nude without anyone around. Unfortunately, the day when this beach, like so many others, will be over-run with tourists is not far off.”
That made me think, and I concluded that running the length of this beautiful Paradise in the nude would be incredible. So I stood, turned my back to him, dropped my bikini bottom onto my towel, and took off along the beach before he could say anything.
At the end of the beach, I realised that the creamy nectars from Aaron’s and my coupling were flowing down between my legs. I looked back to where the boys were now lying talking on the beach, saw they were not watching me, and I raced into the sea to wash.
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