Latest Forum Posts:


Sailing Lessons Pt. 1

Audrey convinces Uncle Dave to give her lessons.

I had taken two weeks off to vacation at the lake. It was going to be sort of a working vacation, since I would be working on Uncle Ed's cabins. Uncle Ed is my wife's uncle, who has more money than he knows what to do with. He owns a whole resort on the lake, complete with about twenty cabins. He usually sets aside ten or so cabins in the middle of the summer for all of the shirt-tail relatives to use and a sort of loose family reunion ensues every summer.

This summer was a little different for me. Louise was spending the summer in Germany, working on her PhD, doing research in some old university there. I had agreed to spend the two weeks at the cabins hooking up Uncle Ed's new satellite dish network to all the cabins. In return, I was getting not only free room and board, which was usual, but the use of Ed's sailboat, and basically any damn thing I wanted from the marina, all on his account. Not that this would affect Ed in the least: he would be in Africa the whole summer, and I couldn't hope to put a dent in his bank account anyway. He just traded stuff like this with me because he liked to wheel and deal and we had struck this deal a year ago over a card game. The work was no big deal. The sailboat was. It was a big, fine sailboat, the biggest on the lake, and great fun to sail if the breeze came up.

I was going to miss most of the family get-togethers this summer, as I was showing up a little late, and most of the crew was packing up and heading out. I did show up in time for the feast that usually marks the end of the vacation for most of the relatives.

When I drove up to the main lodge, the whole group was out front by the beach, enjoying what might be the last of the warm weather. The picnic tables were stacked high with food, and about twenty-five of Louise's relatives were yukking it up over beers, brats, and potato salad. The sun was shining and the breeze coming in off the lake carried the aroma of fun and relaxation: fishing and sailing; warm days on the beach, and cool nights by the fire. All my thoughts of work and stress just melted away.

I parked my van next to the lodge, one of those huge log cabin constructions. Fred waved from the picnic table. Fred was the caretaker of the lodge and cabins. He managed the rental of cabins and the rooms in the main lodge. We had known each other for many years and had similar tastes in beer, fishing, and sailboats.

"Dave! Grab a plate!" he said, handing me a cold beer. "Good to see you! How was the drive up here?"

"No problem, Fred. Just a little slow 'cause of the road construction." I started loading up my plate at the food table and checking to see who was here that I knew. Louise's extended family was big enough that I only got to see some of them every few years or so, and it looked like this crowd was mostly those that I had only met once or twice. I did recognize Albert and Edna, distant cousins of Louise, who lived in Canada. It had been a long time since we had visited them. I waved at Albert, who held up his beer and continued to munch away on a bratwurst. Edna didn't even see me so I sat down by Fred and started chowing down.

"How's life treatin' ya, Fred?" I asked.

"Not bad, Dave, not bad. It's been an easy summer, and the next couple of weeks three of the cabins will be empty, so I'll probably be able to catch up on my boat a little bit."

Fred was about sixty years old, and had been building a sailboat for the last twenty. It was almost done, and Fred was planning on retiring on it. (It had never sailed, and was not likely to soon, at the rate that Fred was working on it. He always talked about working on the boat, but he seldom did, even though it was almost finished.)

Fred was a roly-poly bear of a man; gone gray, but not gone soft. Just slowed down somewhat. Even at that, he made running the resort seem more of a hobby than work, and somehow everything got done; and Fred still had time to talk to everyone; and fish off the dock; and sit outside the lodge and sun himself.

I was listening to Fred tell me how his sailboat was coming along, and what had happened at the lake since I had been up there while I scanned the crowd for familiar faces. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone approaching from the lodge.

She was a tall girl, with a beautiful tan, and long brown hair that curled down around her shoulders. She was headed for the food table. Her cutoff jeans shorts were very short and the crisp white blouse was caught up in a knot just under her breasts, exposing her midriff. As she bent over the food table to get a plate, I couldn't help admiring how well her perfect heart-shaped ass filled out her short cutoffs.

She went around to the other side of the table and leaned over to reach the potato salad. The front view was even better than the back. She had a beautiful face, with large dark eyes, and a full red mouth. As she leaned over I could see the soft round sides of her breasts. I don't know if she caught me staring down her blouse or not, but she looked up suddenly, smiled, and said,

"Uncle Dave! How are you?

"Uh, great!” I replied, realizing suddenly that I should probably recognize this girl.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Excellent!" she said, "Where's Louise?"

"She's in Germany, finishing up her PhD." I said. (Shit! Who was this angel? I tried to estimate the age of this cute young thing. 18? 20? Her face had just a hint of adolescence, but her body had all the firm curves of a full-grown woman.)

"How's your folks?" I asked, hoping to get more clues to who this babe was and why I should know her. Was she really my niece?

"Oh, they're doing fine. They're headed home already. Daddy had to get back to the store, and Mom decided to go along." She smiled sweetly. "I get to stay another week, and go home with the Johnsons." (No clues yet.) She scooped some fruit salad onto her plate. "Staying long?" she asked.

"A couple weeks." I said. Her face did look familiar.

"Cool." she said, sitting down right across from Fred. She flicked her head to get the hair out of her eyes, and I immediately recognized her. It was little Audrey Wilson! I hadn’t seen her for several years, and she had gone from a geeky adolescent with braces to looking like a super-model! I was hugely impressed!

Audrey asked Fred “When are you hooking up the satellite system?

Fred looked at me and smiled. "You'll have to ask Dave here, he's the one doin' it."

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "I didn't know you knew how to do that sort of stuff!"

"Sure," I said with a wink, "I know all sorts of stuff."

Fred just grinned. Audrey graced me with one of her dazzling smiles and said, "Maybe you can teach me how to do some of that! I'd be glad to help!"

"I didn't realize you were interested in video and electronic stuff." I said, opening another beer.

She looked me with a twinkle in her eye and said with a grin, "I'm interested in lots of things."

“Well,” I said, “I’ll probably be starting on it tomorrow sometime. I’ll let you know when I start in on it.”

“Cool!” Audrey said, scooping up another fork-full of salad.

Fred handed me a key to a cabin and said, “I put you in cabin seven this week. I hope that’s OK.”

Cabin seven was located up the trail, isolated from the rest, and kind of a long ways from the lake.

“No problem, Fred.” I said. “I like that one as well as any of the others.”

We finished eating, and Albert came over to join the conversation. As the conversation degenerated into one of Albert’s longwinded fishing adventures, Audrey excused herself, and gracing me with another dazzling smile, said she’d see me tomorrow.

Outside, the morning was bright, warm and inviting. In the kitchen of the main lodge, the smell of the huge breakfast that Fred was cooking was even more inviting, and many of the relatives and guests had been taking advantage of Fred's hospitality and good cooking.

Albert and Edna were just mopping up the last of their hotcakes and sausages at one table and Audrey sat at another, nursing a Mountain Dew and drowning a hotcake in syrup. She spotted me and her face lit up with a huge smile. I said Hi to Albert and Edna, and had a seat across from Audrey.

Audrey said “Good morning! How are you?”

“I’m doing fine, yourself?”

“Almost perfect!” She said with a wink. Audrey was wearing a halter top that showed off her breasts wonderfully. Audrey’s breasts were perfect and rounded, firm and perky, and I could almost swear that her nipples jumped to attention as soon as I looked at them. I’m sure she noticed me looking at them, but she just smiled brightly and looked into my eyes.

“It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?” She asked.

“Yes it is.” I agreed, “What are you planning to do today?” “I don’t have much of a plan,” she said, smearing a fork full of pancake around in the syrup on her plate, “What are you going to do?”

“Hmm, maybe Fred’s got some odd jobs for me to do this morning, but then it depends if UPS shows up.”

I asked Fred what he wanted me to do today, since a couple of the parts still hadn't shown up.

"Well, Dave, that dock just off the point still needs a new hinge under it, if you're up to fixing that today."

"Sure," I said, "it's a beautiful day, and I need something to do. Might as well fix the dock."

Albert and Edna were getting up to leave, and had obviously overheard us and stopped at our table on their way out.

"Do you want to go shopping with us this morning?" Edna offered to Audrey.

"I don't think so," Audrey said. "I'll probably just work on my tan, and do a little swimming."

Albert and Edna left, leaving just Fred and Audrey and me in the dining room. Fred went into the kitchen to start to clean up. Audrey had just finished her coffee, and I was cleaning up the bacon and eggs Fred had put in front of me.

Fred came back into the dining room and started clearing dishes. If he noticed those beautiful nipples poking through her top, he didn't let on. Audrey got up to help with the dishes, and I naturally followed suit. Audrey followed Fred into the kitchen with her plate and offered to help wash dishes, but Fred shooed us both out of the kitchen, and suggested I get after fixing the dock. I decided that was a good idea, and Audrey said she was going back to her cabin to change into her swimsuit.

I was up to my armpits in water, under the dock, with the cordless drill when I heard footsteps on the dock. I looked up through the cracks between the boards, and watched as Audrey stopped directly above me. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her, and a swimsuit underneath. I had a bug’s eye view of her legs, which ran right up to a skimpy bikini bottom.

She knelt on the dock and hung her head over so she could see what I was doing.

"Having fun under there?" she asked.

I looked at her upside-down face, and said, "Sure, why wouldn't I? The work is mighty complicated, but I get coffee breaks." I said, reaching up to lay the drill on the dock beside Audrey.

I waded out from under the dock, and gazed at Audrey, who was now lying on the dock, her face propped in her hands. Generous amounts of her boobs were visible, oozing from her tiny swimsuit top.

"Can I help?" She asked.

"I'm just about done here," I said. "I was just going to clean up a bit and then see what else needed doing."

“Mind if I tag along?” Audrey asked.

“Not at all.” I said, as I packed up the little toolbox and started up towards my cabin.

“Are you going to start on the network today?” she asked, as she walked along with me. I was having a great time just watching her walk with me.

“We could, I suppose. We don’t have all the parts, but we could get the cable run into a couple of the cabins.” I said. “You still want to help with that?” I asked, giving her ample opportunity to bail out before we got started.

“Sure!” she said brightly.

I let her go first when we got to the path that went up the hill. The view of her beautiful ass was almost breathtaking in the tiny little bikini bottom as we walked up the steep path. It also gave me a chance to rearrange my swim trunks a bit to make it a little less obvious that I was sporting a huge erection from watching young Audrey sway up the hill.

We both went to our separate cabins and changed into clothes we could work in, and met back at my cabin to get our kit gathered together.

We managed to get cable strung from the main lodge to the first three cabins, including Uncle Ed's, where Audrey was staying, and Audrey had turned out to be a hard working, likeable assistant. I had assumed she'd give up after a couple of hours of work and go to work on her suntan, but she had surprised me. She had not only done the tasks I asked her to, but had been a couple steps ahead of me sometimes, handing me the tool I needed before I could ask her for it.

About half a dozen times through the day, though, I noticed that Audrey had managed to put herself in a position where I would have to reach past her for something, or would get a great view down her top. Her flirting seemed almost second nature, and I was beginning to enjoy it more and more. Her smile and sense of humor were infectious, and there was mischief in her eyes.

Late in the day, we wound up back at Audrey’s cabin. She carried the control box for the dish in and sat it down on the shelf by the big screen TV, next to the DVR.

"When are we going to wire everything in and see if this thing works?" she asked.

"That thing goes in the main lodge." I said.

"I thought it would wind up here, since this is Uncle Ed's cabin, and it's his satellite dish and all." Audrey said, looking confused. She was really beautiful. She was wearing white shorts, which while very baggy, were quite short. Her long, tan legs looked even longer and tanner than usual. The tank top she wore was clingy and soft. It showed off her flat tummy, and I couldn't help but notice that, even though she was wearing a bra, I could still make out her nipples through the material. She had a wonderful figure for such a young woman. Her teeth were perfectly white, and even looking confused, she had that smile that made you think she could just laugh at any time.

"He's never here anyway, so we decided to put the main unit in the lodge." I said.

"How's he going to change satellites, then?" she asked.

"There's a remote that gets hooked up here that'll do that." I said. "We'll get that done tomorrow probably."

"When are we going sailing?" She asked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing two cokes from the fridge. She handed me one, and I looked out the window at the sun going down on the lake.

"Well, it looks too late to do it anymore today. Maybe we'll just have to take a day off for fun." I said. I started to pick up the tools and gear we had just used to get this cabin wired. Audrey picked up the control box and we took it back out to the truck. I took some of the tools out. When I went back inside, Audrey had the TV on and was fiddling with the  DVR.

"Something seems to be wrong with this darned thing." she said. She pushed the buttons on the front and nothing happened. I went over and pulled the flash drive that was in there. There was nothing wrong with the drive that I could see.

"Any idea what's on this thing?" I asked.

"It was in there." She said. "This is the first time I've tried to turn it on."

"Any idea where the remote control is?" I asked. Audrey started going through the little drawers of the coffee and end tables and finally came up with it. I managed to get the menu to pop up on the screen, and discovered that the 'parent lock' was switched on. After turning that off, I hit the play button and the tape started, apparently in the middle of a movie. I handed the remote to Audrey, who had plopped herself in the overstuffed easy chair with her legs tucked under her. "Thanks!" She said brightly, "This'll give me something to do tonight."

On the TV, a young couple was walking down a beach as the sun was setting. I went into the kitchen and began picking up the last of my small tools and putting them in my toolbox. When I glanced into the other room, the young couple on the TV was kissing passionately, and the young man was removing the top of the young woman's swimsuit.

I placed the last of my tools in the toolbox, and checked the other room. Audrey's eyes were glued to the screen. The young woman had removed her bikini completely, and was tugging the young man's swimming trunks down. She knelt in front of him, and as she pulled the trunks down, his fully erect prick sprang out. Without hesitation, the young woman began giving the young man an enthusiastic blow job.

I had my tools packed and was ready to leave, but didn't want to embarrass Audrey by catching her watching a porno movie. I wondered who had left it in the DVR. I almost expected Audrey to turn the video off, but she was making no move to do that. She did have the remote control in her hand, but just stared at the screen. The image of the young woman's mouth and the shiny purple knob on the end of the young man's dick disappearing and reappearing filled the huge TV screen. I wasn't sure just how to handle this, but I probably shouldn't have worried about it.

"Hey Uncle Dave! Come check this out!" Audrey yelled over her shoulder. “It’s a porno video!”

So much for me being discrete about catching her. I put the toolbox down and walked into the room.

“Who do you suppose left this card in the DVR?  Do you think its Uncle Ed's?" She asked, finally tearing her eyes away from the screen to look up at me standing beside her chair.

"Your guess is as good as mine." I said, "I wouldn't put it past him. But lots of the other relatives have been through here this summer too. It could be anybody's. How'd you wind up with this cabin anyway?" I asked.

"Fred just put me in here when my parents left last Friday, because that cabin was rented for this week." Audrey said, looking back at the screen. "There wasn't anybody in this one last week that I know of."

I looked down at Audrey. She wasn't paying any attention to me. I noticed that she was sitting in the chair with her legs under her, and the heel of her foot probably was pushed right into her crotch. Her nipples now showed clearly through her tank top. She was obviously fascinated with the action on the screen.

"Would you get me another Coke before you sit down?" Audrey asked, holding her empty can up over her head without even looking at me.

"Sure." I said, taking the can. I glanced back at the screen on my way into the kitchen and caught Audrey rearranging herself in the chair slightly. I could feel my own erection pressing at the front of my jeans. As I had my head in the fridge, getting the Coke for her, she said:

"Whoa! Check this out! This guy must have the longest tongue there is!" Audrey called from the other room. She had stilled the picture when I walked back in and handed her the Coke. She restarted the video as I sat down. Sure enough, the young man had a tongue that looked long enough for him to lick his eyebrows with, and he was plunging it into the wet, pink folds of the young woman's pussy. It certainly looked real, as he lapped away at her pussy, and ran it up and down the length of her slit. The young woman responded by grabbing the young man's ears and pressing his head into her crotch as her hips bucked.

"I wonder where they found that guy." Audrey said. "His tongue is almost longer than his dong!"

"Oh, they probably just called up Central Casting and asked for an actor with a six inch long tongue." I said.

"Now,” Audrey said winking at me, “all I need is the number for Central Casting!"

The young man on the screen had licked his way up to the young woman's breasts and was licking her nipples. Then he kneeled between her legs and worked his prick into her. The camera zoomed in on it sliding in and out of her neatly trimmed slit. He pounded away at her for several minutes, and every once in a while he would pull almost all the way out so you could see his slippery knob.


I stole a glance at Audrey. She was staring intently at the screen, and I could see the foot she was sitting on moving under her just perceptibly. Her breathing was just a little ragged, and her face was a little flushed. Audrey was really getting into this. Myself, I had a hard-on that was threatening to rip out of my pants. I was uncomfortable not only from that, but with the situation in general.

The couple on the screen were going at it with gusto. Still kneeling between her legs, the young man pistoned in and out while the young lady squirmed and bucked and moaned. She had one hand busy at her clit, and the other busy tugging at one nipple or the other. She looked possessed by passion and lust. The young man started pumping rapidly, obviously about to come. At the last second, he pulled his prick out of her and proceeded to spew copious amounts of thick, ropy sperm on her belly. He continued to spurt, for what seemed like a long time, splattering gobs of come on her breasts and face, and landing several on her outstretched tongue.

Audrey, at this time, was doing a poor job of disguising the fact that she was grinding her heel into her crotch. As the couple embraced and collapsed, Audrey came out of her trance and said, "Whoa! Is that normal?"

"Is what normal?" I asked. The couple on the screen were professing their love to each other and kissing as the credits started to roll by.

"Do most guys come that much?" She asked.

"I guess I'm not much of an expert," I said, hoping I wasn't blushing, "but that seems like a lot to me."

"How much is normal?" Audrey asked, looking at me, and completely ignoring the TV.

"Probably a couple teaspoons-full, I'd guess," I said.

"That looked like a lot more than that to me." She said, pressing the remote, and running the tape backwards. On the screen, the jerky reverse image showed creamy gobs of cum leaping up off the young woman's body and shooting into the young man's pecker. Audrey ran the tape forward. The same gobs now came spurting out of the young man's prick in slow motion. Audrey had the DVR slowed down to super-slow motion. Frame by frame, the sperm splattered all over the young lady's belly and chest. When the spurting come finally came to an end, Audrey stopped the tape and pressed rewind.

I took the opportunity to get up and grab my toolbox. "I guess I ought to be running along." I said as I checked around for any tools I might have left.

"Don't you want to stay and watch the first part of the movie?" Audrey asked, looking surprised.

"Uh...I'm not sure if I should." I said, a little nervously.

"Why not?" Audrey asked, completely innocently.

"I'm not sure what somebody might think if they were to find out I was watching this movie with you." I said.

"Who's to know?" she asked, with a little twinkle in her eye. "I'm sure not going to tell anybody, if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not exactly worried..." I started.

"Don't tell me you don't like skin-flicks!" Audrey said with a smile, looking directly at my bulging crotch.

"That's not it," I said, grinning sheepishly.

"Well, you can stay then, can't you?" she asked, smiling devilishly, "It'll be our secret. I promise no one will find out.”

Just then I heard a moped pull up outside. Audrey clicked the remote control and stopped the tape.

"Rats! That's probably Judith," Audrey said, getting up and taking the card from the DVR and putting it in the drawer of the coffee table.

I picked up my toolbox and started for the door.

"So, are you going to give me sailing lessons tomorrow?” Audrey asked.

“Sure,” I said. “That sounds like fun. Meet you down at the boat in the morning?”

“OK, see you there!” Audrey said as I was heading out.

I met Judith at the door, opening it just as she had bounded up the steps. Judith was a cousin of Audrey's, about the same age, but not nearly as developed as Audrey. She was blonde and had a boyish figure, with small breasts and narrow hips. She was very cute, but not nearly in the same category as Audrey. (Then again, there were thirty-year-old women that didn't have Audrey's figure.)

"Hi Judith," I said.

"Hi Mr. Walski," she said brightly. She was dressed in shorts and a tiny cotton top. "What's up?"

"Oh, we were just cleaning up," I said, a little self-consciously.

Audrey was on board when I got down to the dock the next morning, scrubbing the kitchen and straightening out the cabin. She was wearing a halter-top and shorts that accentuated her luscious body, and her eyes had that mischievous twinkle to them.

"You're here early," I said as I peered down into the cabin.

"I thought I'd get an early start on the boat, not knowing what I'd find down here." she said, throwing the towel over the edge of the sink, and starting up the stairs. She had that habit of putting herself right inside my personal space, and looking directly into my eyes. "What else would you like me to do?" She asked, standing right in front of me, but just a step lower, so she was looking up at me, smiling.

"Well, you can start getting the sails out while I get the rigging set up. There isn't much of a breeze yet, but it's straight out, so we might just as well try and sail her away from the dock." I said. Audrey went right to work getting the sails out and before long we were under full sail, headed for the middle of the lake. The wind was weak to say the least, and the sailing was far from exciting. Audrey was full of questions about the proper way to handle the boat, nautical terms, and me in particular.

The sailing was pretty wimpy for the whole morning, and by noon, we had become becalmed in a small bay on the East end of the lake. She surprised me by having packed a picnic lunch, so we dropped anchor to eat. After pulling out some sandwiches and chips, she surprised me again when she asked if I wanted a beer. The surprises wouldn't end there though.

"Where'd you get the beer?" I asked.

"Uncle Ed's cabin is full of the stuff. One whole closet is stacked full of it." she said, handing me an ice-cold brew. "I found some of this too," she said, producing a bottle of champagne from the cooler. "Would you open it?" She asked, handing it to me.

I considered for a second, and said, "Only if you promise not to drink too much and fall overboard", I said, thinking at the time that I should be a little more in control here, but not wanting to be a danged hypocrite, since I planned to drink the dang beer, and figuring I could let her have a taste of the champagne without letting her get carried away.

We had a tasty lunch, and I was enjoying Audrey's company. There was absolutely no wind, and the prospect of putt-putting all the way back on that wimpy motor was becoming a real possibility. Audrey looked at the clear blue sky and said, "Would this be a good time to get a suntan?"

"Sure," I said. "We might as well hang out here and wait for the wind to pick up. I'd rather do that than firing up that motor."

"Does the motor even work?" She asked, sipping her champagne, and getting the lotion and her towel out of her pack.

"Oops." I said. I had completely forgotten to try the motor out this season. Audrey grinned as I told her, "That's rule number sixteen: Always remember to try the motor before you leave the dock."

Audrey squinted at me and said, "Why do I get the feeling that you're making these rules up as you go along?"

I shrugged and went below to see if the gas was hooked up to the motor and that the tanks actually had gas in them. Everything was in order and the tanks were each half full. I ran the blower for a few minutes before trying to fire the motor up. It started right up and ran fine. At least that wasn't going to be a problem. I shut the motor off.

When I returned topside, I found Audrey stretched out on a towel on top of the cabin. She was lying face down on the cabin roof, facing aft. She had peeled off her shorts and halter top to reveal that tiny black string bikini. I could tell she was watching me when I stepped out on the deck. Audrey had the body of a full-grown woman. I mean, there was nothing boyish about those curves. I stopped right next to where she was laying and tightened the anchor line a little. The cabin roof was about waist high, and Audrey watched over the edge as I worked.

"You went to State University didn’t you?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, “That was a little while ago. Are you planning to go to college there?”

“Yeah, it sounds like it’s a decadent blast from everything I heard." she said.

"It was fun." I said, "What I remember of it,” I said, grinning.

"Did you smoke a lot of pot?" she asked straight out.

"Depends on your definition of a lot," I replied, guessing that I shouldn't say too much, although I probably already had.

Audrey shifted on her towel and reached for her little pouch. She pulled a joint out of it and offered it to me. "Want to smoke a joint?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. I looked at her for a long moment. (Time out for a reality check. Here I was, corrupting my young niece, or she was corrupting me, one of the two, and I wasn't paying any attention to that little voice deep down inside that was telling me to be careful. I guess I didn't listen to that little voice all that often anyway.)

"Did you find that in Uncle Ed's closet too?" I asked, pulling out a lighter.  I lit the joint for her and she took a long drag. She was no stranger to this ritual. I took it from her and had a drag. I have since wondered what was in that joint.

"You'd be surprised what you can find in Uncle Ed's cabin." she said. She took another drag on the joint and had a sip of champagne. "I don't suppose you've got a key to the cabinets in the master bedroom, do ya?"

"Not that I know of," I said. "Fred probably would know where one is. Why do you ask?"

"Uh…No reason. I'm just curious, and considering the goodies that get left out in the open, it makes you wonder what Uncle Ed would lock up." She handed the joint back to me.

"What kinds of goodies get left out in the open?" I asked.

"Oh, all kinds of booze. There is a fancy video camera in the closet. Fishing tackle, radios, clothes, and whatnot in the dresser drawers. Stuff most people don't leave laying around in a cabin they only stay in about two weeks a year." She said.

"That's Uncle Ed for you," I said. "He's got more toys than he knows what to do with."

"Do your parents know you smoke rope?" I asked as I took a toke.

"Unfortunately, yes, they do. And Mom is one of those old hip-liberals who used to smoke, and has a terrible time telling me I shouldn't. She feels guilty about it, but can't come up with any good excuses why I shouldn't, other than I'm too young. I just try to be discrete about it. You won't say anything, will you?" she asked.

"Say anything about what?" I asked with a wink, as I handed her the joint.

The sun shined brightly in the pure blue sky. Our conversation sputtered to an end as we both drank in the warmth of the day and listened to the insects and birds. The boat barely stirred in the calm water. Time seemed to stand still as we just drifted along in a euphoric cloud. It was really good marijuana and I was really very stoned.

Time seemed to ooze slowly like I was in a dream.

I remember Audrey asking me if I'd put oil on her back. She was lying there, with her top undone, and her firm, round young breasts pressed to the towel. I took the bottle of oil from her and squirted some on my hands. I moved her mane of curls from her back and squirted oil on my palms. I began with her back. She didn't have the slightest line on her back to indicate that she had ever worn her top while tanning. She purred slightly when I rubbed her shoulders and massaged the small of her back. Her skin was flawless. I covered her lower back with oil, sliding my fingers slightly under the straps of her thong bikini bottom to get even coverage.

"Do my legs too," she said.

I squirted oil in my palm and smoothed it on her long, tan legs, paying special attention to her toes, which seemed particularly sensitive. She giggled and squirmed when I did the bottom of her feet. Her skin was so warm and soft and smooth! I worked my way back up to her back and was just absent-mindedly rubbing her back.

"Mmm.. that feels good." she said.

I was squirting more oil on my hands when she flipped over and said, "Do my front too."

I hesitated. I looked at the puddle of oil in my hand, and then at Audrey. Her tummy was flat and muscular and the tan continued uninterrupted from her tummy to her forehead. She was obviously used to tanning topless. Her firm young breasts seemed to glisten in the sunlight even before I put the oil on them. Maybe she tanned topless so much she didn't think anything about exposing her boobs to strangers, or even uncles. Maybe that made it seem OK; or maybe I was getting into the way Audrey confided in me and thought this was just an extension of that, but for whatever reason, I shrugged and smoothed the oil onto her tummy. Just goes to show how stoned we really were. I trusted her. I had confided a lot of things to her that I hadn't to anyone else.

She put her hands behind her head. Other than the tiny bikini bottom, which was held in place with knotted spaghetti straps at her hips, Audrey was completely exposed to me. She arched her back slightly. She was proud to show me those firm, rounded breasts; the way her nipples stood up; her perfect tan. She smiled as she looked me straight in the eye. She was enjoying the effect she was having on me.

I spread the oil up across her tummy, stopping just short of her breasts. I worked it back down the center of her tummy. She watched me expectantly as I squirted more oil on my hand. I started just under her arching breasts, and slowly worked the oil up and across her warm flesh, circling her nipples without touching them. When I did get to her nipples, Audrey quivered, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her smile said it all. She was really enjoying this.

I had given in. There was no pretense that "she sunbathed topless anyway and I was just putting on suntan oil". I was fondling my wife's teenage niece, to her obvious approval. (The niece's, not the wife's.) And I was enjoying the hell out of it.

I teased the nipples until they wouldn't get any stiffer. My hands roamed up to her neck, and then down to her belly. I squirted oil on my hands and continued working it into Audrey's breasts. She arched her back in delight, and moaned soft and low.

As I stopped to squirt more oil in my palm, Audrey looked at me with a mischievous smile and then reached down and pulled the string that undid the right side of her bikini bottom. Then she reached down and pulled the string that undid the left side. She put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes. She moaned softly as I rubbed the oil across her tummy and hips with both hands. As I worked the oil down her tummy, I came to the fabric of her bikini. As I worked my hand under the triangle of cloth, Audrey spread her legs slightly, giving me better access. I pulled the fabric back to completely expose her to me. The suntan ended in a vee, just short of the neatly trimmed brown curls. I rubbed the oil down each leg, and back up, just missing the mound of brown curls between her legs. Audrey rocked her hips invitingly. The next time I moved my hand up her legs, my fingers found their way to soft brown curls and the pouting nether lips. Audrey moaned deep in her throat as I gently caressed her mound.

Audrey had her eyes shut now, and her head tilted back. Her hips rocked in response to my touch. I poured more oil on my hand, and applied a generous amount directly to Audrey’s slit. Not that it wasn’t damp already; it just seemed like the thing to do. The oil made my fingers and Audrey’s cunt slippery and sensuous feeling. As the fingers on my left hand explored the intricate folds and crevices of her moist opening, my thumb found the stiff nubbin of her swollen clit, and I began to circle it and strum it.

My middle finger slid effortlessly into her up to the second knuckle.

“Yeah, Mmmm…” Audrey mumbled, making it perfectly clear that this was exactly what she wanted. I continued to fondle Audrey’s wonderful breasts and nipples with my right hand, as I slid the middle finger of my left slowly in and out of her hot slippery opening. I felt as if I was a concert pianist, performing on a finely tuned instrument. Audrey responded to my every touch by moving this way and that. When I pulled my finger out of her dripping pussy, Audrey’s face showed her disappointment. As I was compelled to slide my finger back in as far as possible, a huge smile spread across her face. Her back arched, her hips rocked, and I could tell her pleasure was intense. It didn’t take very long at all before she was panting like an animal, and nearing a very powerful orgasm.

I inserted a second finger into her warm and slippery opening, and circled my thumb around her clit as fast as I could. With a guttural sound from deep in her throat, Audrey came long and hard, thrusting her hips to force my digits as deep into her as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she finally calmed and stopped completely, almost as if she had passed out. Her eyes were shut, and a smile fixed to her face. Her breathing became deep and slow. I still had my fingers buried deep inside her, and slowly pulled them out without any protest.

I watched her lying there, breathing deeply, and I marveled at the perfection of Audrey’s skin and hair, her lithe body.

She was in perfect condition, like some champion thoroughbred. Without thinking, I brought my left hand to my face, and drank in her fragrance, which practically dripped from my fingers.

The sound of a boat off the point brought me back to my senses. It was not close yet, but would be within sight soon. Deciding that it would probably be best if I got her bottom back on anyway, I started tying the bikini. Audrey opened her eyes.

"Mmmmm. What are you doing?” She asked, rousing herself.

“I think somebody is coming.” I said, by way of explanation.

“I think somebody already did!” she said with her eyes still half shut.

“I mean, I think I hear Albert’s boat,” I said. The sound of the boat was almost unmistakable.

“Shit!” Audrey said, rolling off the wheelhouse roof on the side away from the sound of the approaching boat. She grabbed her towel and bikini top and disappeared below deck. She reappeared seconds later in her halter-top and shorts.

Sure enough, it was Albert and Edna's boat. They cruised up as expected and pulled along side.

"Get a horse!" Albert yelled as they pulled up. "Do you need a tow?"

"Naw," I said, "We're just eating brunch. The wind'll come up later," I said.

"Well, we thought we'd check," Albert said, "It looked like you were dead in the water here."

"Well thanks," I said, "we are, but we were just takin' a break. We were going to try fishing if the breeze doesn't pick up soon, and if the wind doesn't come up, there's always the motor. I just checked it, as a matter of fact."

"Well, good luck then. We'll see ya later!" Albert said, putting the boat in gear and putting away. When they were clear of the sailboat, Albert throttled up, and they roared across the lake towards town.

Audrey and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes, and exhaled a sigh of relief.


This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this sex story from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="">Sailing Lessons Pt. 1</a>

Comments (9)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.