“Ahh, Natalie. Pretty young lady now, huh? Last time just a girl….”
“Thank you, Mr. Chino.”
“So, you’re going to—” He tugged at the front of his shirt, his grin huge. “Maybe topless, yes?”
Natalie blushed. “Yes – when we get to the island.” She squeezed Brian’s arm.
“Goog – good. Very beautiful girl.” He tilted his head to look her over. “Very beautiful.”
She smiled through her blush, nodding her thanks for the compliment. Mr. Chino went to get something from a compartment under another seat. Natalie met Brian’s gaze. It then lowered to her hands as she unfastened a tie holding her wrap closed in front. She raised eyebrows and grinned cheekily.
Mr. Chino returned and sat on his seat. He swivelled it to the side as Natalie walked away and turned. She was far enough from the windshield for the wind to catch her hair. She reached up to hold it. The updraft lifted her wrap and folded it against her belly. She knelt with one knee on a seat and stayed there looking over the side with her panties fully on display for the old man.
Micky joined her there, sitting and grinning up at her. Mr. Chino kept watching constantly. She glanced sometimes and blushed at his smile. The island came into view. Mr. Chino took over driving and anchored in a pristine little cove – crystal clear water and brilliant white sand.
“You should come for a holiday. I have a good friend. Good deal on bungalow.”
“Oh, really? That would be awesome,” Brian said, still glowing from the experience of driving the boat.
Mr. Chino produced a business card from his pocket. “I’ll tell Petro you will call…. You like to fish? Great fishing!” He winked.
They moved to the back deck where Mr. Chino unfolded a full length deck chair. He held out his hands. “For you, Natalie.”
Micky dived into the water. “It’s awesome, Brian. Come in.”
“Yeah – in a minute.”
“You want to sunbathe?” Mr. Chino asked, his grin returning. “I watch, yes?”
“Okay, but I want to swim first,” Natalie uttered. She looked to Brian. “Pass me my bikini pants, please?”
Brian found them in her bag and handed them to her.
Natalie removed her panties from beneath her wrap then stepped into her swimmers and pulled them up. She undid the wrap and tossed it on a chair.
“Ready?” Brian asked.
Natalie nodded, but she remained facing the old man and removed the band from her hair, raking it and untangling it with her bikini covered breasts moving. They were heavy enough to sway side to side, drooping just slightly and with the cups of her top holding their full roundness but only supported by tiny strings. She allowed Mr. Chino to have a good long look at them. “Okay – let’s go in,” she said, pushing Brian toward the ladder down the back of the boat.
The water was warm and calm. Mr. Chino tossed them snorkels and flippers, and they swam in search of tropical fish. The water was only several metres deep, the white sandy bottom alive with all kinds of colourful sea creatures.
Micky stayed in the water when Natalie and Brian decided they’d had enough. They climbed the stairs to find the old man asleep. He stirred. Natalie had her towel clutched in front and smiled over it. Brian handed her the sunscreen.
Mr. Chino was lying on a padded bench seat. He sat up. The deck chair he had set for Natalie was in front of him. Natalie sat down with a leg either side of the chair and started rubbing the oily lotion into her arms. Her nipples were tight from the water. They were visible through the yellow fabric. Mr. Chino sat watching her tits jiggle and sway as she moved her arms about, pressing against the sides of them.
“There’s lemonade in the cooler there, son.”
“Brian lifted a lid and found the drinks. He opened one for Natalie and offered one to the old man.”
“I’m fine…. So, how is your mum these days, Natalie? It’s been a long time.”
“Mum’s great. She remarried about a year ago. She seems really happy.”
“Ahh, that’s wonderful. Always liked your mother. She was well rid of that son of mine.”
“Roger is okay,” Natalie offered politely.
“Yes, but he’s no good for a woman…. Except when he used to bring you to visit.” Mr. Chino grinned. “I always liked those lucky days.” He winked at Brian and tilted his head to look at Natalie’s tits quite blatantly. “I see you’ve developed nicely, love.”
“Thank you, Mr. Chino.” Natalie plucked at the bikini string around her neck. “I used to like visiting you too. You were like a granddaddy to me.”
“Yes, I have grandchildren your age, love. I hope I treated you no differently.”
“You were always really nice.” Natalie tugged at the knot behind her neck. “You used to make me laugh and you always made me feel welcome,” she said, and she released the string and lowered her top to uncover her tits.
“Ahh – that’s nice, love…. Very nice.”
Natalie untied the string behind her back and took her top away. She was blushing as she peered up at the old man. “Do you like them, Mr. Chino?”
“Very much…. You’ve really developed nicely, haven’t you?”
Natalie was leaning back. She arched her chest forward. “I guess….”
“Yes – five years ago you only slightly built girl. I notice when you went swimming…. Those are womanly breasts now.” He looked to Brian. “You’re playing sexy married games, yes? Showing off your wife?”
Brian nodded. “We’re finding it exciting.”
The old man smiled. “And you should. This body men will notice.”
Natalie blushed again. “I hope so.”
Mr. Chino looked her over again slowly. She was sitting with her legs straight. She plucked at her bikini pants, tugging the front up. He watched her do that. “Those others were underwear?” he asked.
“Yes – panties,” Natalie replied softly. “I think men like to see them more so than swimmers – since they’re not supposed to.”
The old man chuckled. “Yes – very important difference, love.”
Natalie smiled through her blush. “I’ll put them back on later if you like.”
Mr. Chino picked up the sunscreen and squirted some oil into his hand. He rubbed it over Natalie’s shin and knee. She met his glance with a smile. She hadn’t done her legs yet. He applied the sunscreen to her ankle and foot then squirted more and did her other lower leg.
Natalie rested back and turned her head to face her husband. He was leaning against a rail watching.
Mr. Chino smoothed his big old hand along Natalie’s thigh. He worked the oily lotion up over her hip, and Natalie lifted the string there and held the knot out of the way for him. He rubbed in underneath and around the elastic edge, following it toward her crotch. She lifted the fabric and stretched it away from his fingers. He squirted more oil and swept his hand up her inner thigh, rubbing back down then up again, his fingers slipping beneath the leg of her bikini pants where she was holding them and flaying over her hip again.
He squirted more oil and worked into her other thigh. When he got to her hip he lifted the edge of her pants himself and rubbed in underneath. He flayed his fingers right over her hip with his thumb pressing into her crotch. He kept that hand there and rubbed oil over her belly with the other. His thumb was pressing quite firmly into her. It was between her pussy lips down low at her vagina. “Yes, a beautifully developed young woman now,” he said, his hand sweeping upward to slide over a breast as his other thumb wiggled against her pussy quite deliberately.
He relented and squirted more sunscreen into his hand. “It’s okay to put on the tan oil, yes?” he asked both Natalie and Brian. “I like to do it.” He smiled huge.
Brian nodded. “It’s okay.”
“Yes, you can do it, Mr. Chino,” Natalie uttered.
“Ahh – very good. Very sexy game, yes?”
Natalie bit her lip. “Uh huh….”
His rough old hand closed directly over
her boob that time. He rested his free hand on her thigh, his thumb returning to her crotch. Brian looked down at what he was doing there. The old man rubbed firmly again, this time in a circular fashion, opening Natalie’s pussy and pressing the fabric of her pants into her. He had oiled her tits and massaged one then the other, feeling her nipples.
Natalie reached down and gathered the edge of her pants. She pulled it aside and from beneath the pressure of his thumb. He then sunk into her. His thick old digit slid in easily, all the way up her. “Uhh..hhh,” she moaned raggedly.
He continued massaging her tits quite roughly. His thumb was sliding in and out. “You should come stay on the island. Lots of old fishermen, yes!” He grinned at Brian. “Nice tities. Nice tight woman hole.”
Natalie gripped his wrist and clung to it as she went into orgasm. He rubbed her neck, pulling her close. Her belly clenched and her tits shuddered with each contraction. He continued rubbing her G-spot with his thumb. He held her until she slumped in his arms then released her to lie back. She swayed one leg across the other. The crotch of her pants was still bunched aside, and she reached down and straightened it.
“Yes, the old fishermen are always watching for pretty young tourist. You call my friend Petro. He has nice bungalow on the beach for rent. It’s quiet now – out of season for the fishing parties.”
“Okay, we sure will call him. I have holiday time next month,” Brian said.
Natalie sat up and had some drink. She was still tingling all over.
“Did you enjoy that, love? Not bad for old man, yes?”
“It was amazing. It seems older men know how to do that very well.”
Mr. Chino chuckled. “Practice! You see, we lose other abilities and need the new tricks as we get older.”
“Oh! You mean erection problems?”
“Yes – unfortunately. I don’t like the pills. I’ll take what nature gives.” He waved his arm. “Still I can satisfy a lady!”
The old man rested back on his bench, laughing and chatting away. Natalie sunbathed on her back for a while then rolled over. He did her sunscreen again but didn’t attempt to feel her sexually that time.
Brian and Micky were in and out of the water. It was getting late when they all decided they had better head back to the mainland.
Natalie took her panties and a singlet top from her bag. She put on the singlet without her bikini. It was cut very low beneath her arms and displayed the full side of her breasts. It was white with Beach Babe printed in fluorescent orange and green on the front. It only covered her nipples but was quite long. She removed her bikini pants from beneath it, facing away from everyone and quickly pulling her panties up. When she turned her crotch was on display, although she could stretch the singlet down if she needed to.
Brian and Micky were steering the boat. Mr. Chino looked at her panties. She raked her hair and started combing out the knots from swimming. He watched her, mostly staring at her crotch but sometimes at her tits.
She approached and leaned into his big arm. “Thank you for today. It was fun.”
“You’re welcome, love.” He pulled her closer, guiding her to sit on his lap. He grinned and whispered into her ear, “Not allowed to do this with my other granddaughters.” His hand was in through the side of her singlet, his coarse fingers stroking under her tit.
She placed an arm around his shoulder and sat there watching the ocean flash by. He continued feeling her up, just softly. Brian kept checking back, and she met his glances with smiles. The old man’s other hand was resting upon her thigh. It started moving, stroking gently. He was looking down at her legs, so she tugged her singlet up a bit to let him see her panties properly. His stroking down there gradually worked toward her pussy, his thick finger tracing through her slit, rubbing in a little but only lightly. He felt upward and located her clit.
Natalie held his head close and breathed into his hair. He tugged at her panties, so she lifted for his to pull them down. He lowered them to her knees. Brian was glancing back. Micky was watching intently. The old man’s finger penetrated her, and he began fucking her with it. His calloused hand was bumping against her clit. Her panties fell to her ankles, and she extracted a foot and opened her legs wider.
Natalie clung to the old man’s head while he banged her with his finger and sucked on one of her tits. His tongue lashed her nipple. He was sucking hard when her orgasm hit.
“We’re nearly there,” Brian said.
“Okay, love – I better take over up there.”
“Uh huh,” Natalie uttered. She was put aside.
They passed a taller boat, and she quickly stretched her singlet down to cover herself. She then retrieved her panties from the floor and scrunched them in her hand. She approached the guys where it wasn’t so exposed. They were only five minutes from the marina. Micky gave her his seat next to Mr. Chino. The old man smiled and gave her a wink, looking down into her lap.
He patted her thigh and squeezed affectionately. “You okay, love?”
“Better than okay.”
He stroked back and reached under to feel her pussy, parting her slick labia and inserting to his middle finger to the knuckle. Natalie rested back in the seat and opened her legs slightly. She lifted her singlet up to her neck. Micky reached around and grabbed a tit. She smiled back at him. She reached back and held Micky’s neck while he continued feeling her up and while Mr. Chino guided the boat into the marina and kept playing in her pussy.
Natalie was in a total daze. She eventually had to get dressed but only put her panties on to walk to the car. Mr. Chino reminded them to call his friend Petro about the cheap rent bungalow. He invited them on his boat anytime.
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Brian dropped off Micky and took his wife home. Her eyes were glazed as she sat staring out the window of the car. He led her upstairs and to the shower, getting in with her and fucking her right there against the glass screen.
He had to go back to work on the Monday morning. “I won’t do anything when you’re not home,” Natalie told him. “Don’t worry – I’m not silly. It wouldn’t be safe.”
Brian was happy to find that Bruno would be gone all week. He needed time to get a grip on what had happened with his boss. He wasn’t sure what he should say or do around him.
That afternoon he and Natalie sat across the dining table to talk. Brian started.
“Well, I don’t have any regrets.”
“I’m glad…. I was worried it would feel different today – after the weekend finished.”
“No. I feel fine about everything…. Things did go further than I was thinking.”
“I know! But I wasn’t planning to let anyone have sex with me or touch me like they did.”
Brian squeezed his wife’s hands. “That was definitely not planned. I think we both know that…. Who even knows what’s going to happen now? It’s not about us together, is it? It’s just sexy fun.”
“Exactly! Our life together is completely separate. It’s not about love.”
“That’s right. That’s the difference, isn’t it, honey?”
“Uh huh. We’re in love, and we’re just playing games with this other stuff.”
There was a knock at the door. Natalie went to answer it. Brian went to find a beer but there were none left.
“Hey, man,” Micky said from the kitchen doorway. He was holding a six-pack.
“Cool, dude. Just what I was looking for.” Brian took one of the beers. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to help your brother with his car.”
“Nah, he’s got to wait for a part or something…. I knew we drank all your beer so I brought some more.”
“Oh, cool. Thanks, dude.”
Natalie was watching television. She was sitting with her legs tucked up on the end of the lounge. Brian kicked back in his recliner. The other one had junk on it. Micky sat on the other end of the lounge to Natalie and put his feet up on the coffee table. They all watched a quite good line up of amateur comedia
ns performing at a club.
Natalie had on a short straight skirt with a white blouse and bra. She had been out all day running errands. Brian could see the crotch of her pink panties from behind her legs. Micky was checking them out too.
She went to the kitchen and got an apple. Brian went and got another beer then kicked back again. Natalie finished her apple and reached to put the core on the saucer with her tea cup. When she sat back Micky touched her bare foot. She glanced but he had folded his arms and was innocently watching the television. A few minutes later he did it again, earning a glare that time, which made him smile. The next time he did it Natalie pushed his leg with her foot, smiling too. Mickey then leaned over on an elbow and reached to poke her ribs.
“Hey, you!” she scolded.
She was still smiling. Brian started to get an erection, having to shift in his seat to make room.
Micky poked her side again but she caught his arm that time and glared. “What are you trying to do, pest?”
Micky chuckled and squeezed her knee with his other hand. She giggled and pushed him with her foot again. He got up on his knees and tickled her ribs, clutching them and making her shriek with laughter. He eased up, and she held his wrists, panting.
She looked over and Brian met her eyes. Micky grabbed her ribs again. She kept looking to Brian as she squirmed and wriggled. Brian was fully erect by then.
Micky relented again. Natalie held his wrists but only lightly, and he touched her knee. He squeezed it and she flinched. He then gripped her ribs, and she flinched again, looking to Brian once more. She held her husband’s gaze as their best friend clutched both sides of her ribs and made her squirm.
“Okay, you win,” she giggled when he dug his fingers in again. “You win, okay, Micky? Just wait a minute.” She undid a button on her blouse. “Just let me up a bit for a minute…”
He lifted, and she sat up. She glanced at her husband again as she continued undoing her blouse. “Look at WHAT he won, Brian…. He keeps tickling me, so I have to give in.”
Micky grabbed her ribs again. She squealed and clamped her arms to her side. “Wait a minute, okay? I’m doing it.”
Micky remained kneeling, looking down at her. She took off her blouse and reached behind to unclip her bra. She slipped her arms from it and dropped both garments on the floor.
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