I awoke to thin cotton sheets clinging to my tacky legs. The single air conditioning vent in my cabin was already struggling to combat Georgia’s oppressive heat and humidity.

Kicking myself free of the covers, I noted a slickness coating my lower lips. I reached down to find the crotch of my panties soaking wet, drenched with evidence of a good dream I didn’t remember.

Two fingers slid under the gusset and sank into the hot puddle of my swollen sex. They brushed over my clit and I stifled a moan as my hips bucked instinctively, begging for more.

But I couldn’t masturbate here, on my parent’s boat.

My cabin was quickly becoming too stuffy from the rising sun streaming through the porthole. On the other side of the wall my younger sister and her friend slept on a convertible sofa.

I needed to seek liberation.

Reaching into my suitcase, I found my bullet vibrator and tossed it into a dry bag along with my cell phone and a towel. After peeling off my damp t-shirt and sopping skivvies I tied on a string bikini, feeling my honey drip into crotch’s lining.

I sneaked out of my cabin as quietly as possible, tiptoeing past Molly and Jessica. In the galley I left a note, slid a granola bar into my bikini top, and grabbed the key to one of our jet skis.

Getting off the boat without being caught by my mother would be the biggest challenge, as the door was just above the master cabin. Luckily, she had stayed up late watching a movie with the girls and was still sleeping soundly.  

Once out on the swim deck I took in a deep breath and glanced down the dock for signs of life. Boats bobbed gently in their slips, quietly groaning against their lines. A few gulls called out from their perches among the rafters.

I took a bottle of water out of our cooler and held it up so the cold drops fell onto my shoulders and collarbone. The icy rivulets made me gasp and shiver as they ran down my sternum, stiffening my nipples.  My pussy throbbed with a wet, needy heat.

I took a swig of cold water and tossed my stuff into the jet ski’s storage compartment before untying it from the cleat and guiding it to the end of the slip. Not wanting the engine noise to rouse my parents I stepped one foot onto the well of the watercraft and used my other leg to push away from the dock, gliding silently into the no wake zone.

Early mornings on the lake are my favorite time of day. The water is calm and quiet, not yet a bustling stage of commotion.  You can hear bald eagles screeching in the pine trees and see great blue herons fishing along the banks. Small bass leap for insects, breaking the surface with soft ‘sloop’ noises.

I started the engine and accelerated into the wide-open water, relishing the breeze and cool spray washing over my bare skin. The machine vibrated between my legs, inciting my clit. After a couple of minutes, I slowed and let the craft aimlessly on the wind and waves.

The sun glinted off the water illuminating the teal surface with endless sparkles. I rocked my pelvis back and forth on the seat, my desire growing insufferable. The jet-ski rotated about and a small isle appeared at the edge of my vision.

As a man-made lake, Lanier is dotted with innumerable islands; some large enough to host impressive resort hotels, others mere yards across. They break up the massive body of water, providing shady oases and plenty of beaches.

I turned the jet-ski toward the tiny island and sped along the water’s surface. Within a minute I was circling the little enclave, assessing its shoreline. I accelerated toward a stretch of sandy beach and jumped off into shin deep water, feeling my toes sink into the soft bottom.

After securing my tow line to a cypress root I gathered my bag and examined my surroundings.

A few large vessels dotted the horizon, anchored far off across the lake. A cluster of lakeside mansions lay in the distance, at least half a mile away.

I inhaled deeply, feeling my nipples strain against my bikini top as my chest expanded. My bottoms clung to my wet, swollen labia. I found a spot partially shaded by the leafy branches of a tree and spread my towel on the sand a few inches from the lapping waves.

Sitting down, I extending my feet into the cool water.  One hand slid into my top, fingertips caressing my peaked nipple. With the other I retrieved my bullet vibrator from the bag. My vagina twitched with anticipation.

Still tweaking my nipple, my other hand trailed over my inner thigh, heading for my needy cunt. My thumb depressed the single button, feeling the toy rumble to life as I pushed the bikini crotch to one side.

My fingers were instantly coated in warm, thick fluid as they spread open my lips. The tip of the vibrator grazed across my ready clit making me involuntarily twitch and whimper.

I stared out into the lake and still seeing no one around I untied my top and exposed my plump C-cups to the dappled sunlight. I worked the vibe in small circles over my hard nub, teasing myself with the sensations.

My mind drifted to my roommate, Marzia. She was supposed to be here with me at the lake, but a death in the family had caused her to instead return to Italy during our spring break.

It’s probably a good thing she is not here, I mused.

We would have been sharing a cabin on the boat. If I had awoken this morning and found her gorgeous body at my fingertips I may not have been able to control myself.

Although she knew I found her attractive, I was certain Marzia was clueless as to how much I truly desired her. She professed to be totally straight, with no romantic interest in women, and because I valued our friendship, I never pushed her boundaries.

My body responded my thoughts of her dark, wavy hair and obsidian eyes as I moaned into the vibrations. While one hand worked my clit with the toy the other untied the strings on my hips. My bikini bottom fell open giving me more access to my slippery folds.

I plunged two fingers inside my dripping pussy, my molten walls squelching around my hand. A sheen of sweat beaded along my chest, my temperature rising as I drew in and out of myself. I tossed my head back, feeling cool water splash around my knees.

A familiar tension began to coil deep in my belly. I added a third finger, feeling my twat stretch to accommodate and then clench around the fullness. I increased the intensity on the vibrator and my hips bucked up to meet my thrusting hand.

Something to my left caught my peripheral vision.  While my hands kept up their work, I turned my head to get a better look, and my eyes landed on a kayaker coming around the side of the island.

I gasped and my pulse thudded behind burning ears. But my hips and hands did not stop moving. My eyes stayed on the person as they paddled closer, watching me behind large Aviator sunglasses.  

I knew they could see me -- nude but for one breast, both hands furiously working between my spread open legs -- but I couldn't stop myself. My orgasm was so close now.  

The kayaker continued paddling toward me, grinning with amusement. Our gazes locked through our sunglasses. My fingers drove deep, stroking my g-spot as the toy kept buzzing on my hard clit.

The interloper let the kayak drift along the sandy shallows. Less than five yards from me now, they had full view of my rosy lips, glistening as my hand thrust in and out.

I tried to keep my eyes locked on their face, but my climax was overwhelming. My head flung back, arching my spine, my shoulders pushed into the sand under my towel, lifting my pelvis upward. A primal moan roared out of me as a flood of hot nectar coated my hand.

The bullet vibe fell to the sand beneath me. My thighs quaked while my velvet walls clamped around my fingers, desperate to hold onto the feeling of ecstasy.  

For a split second I forgot about the kayaker. I lie back on the towel, letting my knees fall open as my drenched hand lazily caressed my folds. My other hand trailed up my torso, dragging through the sweat on my sternum, squeezing my exposed breast.

The sudden recollection of being watched made me sit upright in an instant. Seeing no one where they had been floating, I looked left and right, surveying the lake. Through the leaves of the cypress I could just make out the white ball cap and periwinkle sun-shirt gliding silently away.

Holy shit. What the Hell came over me?! Masturbating in front of a total stranger…

I giggled aloud replaying what had just transpired.

Probably made that guy’s day. No way he planned on seeing that during his morning paddle!

Before gathering my stuff, I waded into the lake until the water covered my shoulders. I rinsed the sand from my hot, sweaty skin and retied my bikini.

A broad smile crossed my face as I rode quickly back to the marina, savoring the breeze and watching the lake come alive.