Page 16 of Easy Come

Georgie crossed her arms over herself, for another layer of protection. I decided I needed to takeover on my mentoring duties. I leaned over to put my mouth near her ear. "You covering up sort of defeats the purpose of what we're trying to achieve here, namely finding your sexual self. And from what I saw last night, it's there. You just need to let it out."

Georgie lifted her chin, and it was cute as hell. "You're right. This big shirt is counterproductive and not great for tan lines either. I'm going to go up to the bow and get some sun."

"We'll be dropping anchor in the cove in about ten minutes," I called to her as she climbed down from the bridge.

Naturally, I had a perfect view of the sunning deck from where I stood, and I wasn't going to be covert about watching either. If I wasn't going to allow myself the pleasure of touching Georgie, I was at least going to treat myself to an eyeful. And she was definitely that.

I gripped the helm much tighter than I needed to in smooth water. Georgie stood on the sunning deck at the bow and kicked off her sandals. She turned toward the railing, placed her bottle of lotion on the ground and lifted off her shirt.

The bottom half of the suit was a small triangle of fabric, half-heartedly covering what amounted to the most perfect ass I'd ever seen. Her slender shoulders were shiny with oil. I imagined having her silky, lotioned skin under my fingertips.

Georgie shot me a slightly wicked grin over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass enough to cause my grip on the helm to tighten more. If I wasn't careful, I'd break the fucking thing with my bare hands.

Georgie turned around and held out her arms. It seemed having the distance between us had helped relieve her of any hesitation to show herself. The triangular pieces of fabric on the bikini bottom were the size of a ship's mast compared to the two teensy pieces covering her breasts. The curves of her ample tits showed on every side. My cock strained against the front of my swim trunks, yet again, trying hard to not be forgotten.

Georgie adjusted the lounge to her liking. I decided to use the opportunity for a little coaching. Especially because I needed something to occupy my mind with, something other than the image of me pushing her up against the starboard railing and fucking her.

I reached down to the megaphone I kept handy beneath the helm. I flicked it on and put it to my mouth. Georgie was about to stretch out on the lounge. "Stop there."

Hearing my amplified order startled her. She laughed when she saw that I was holding a megaphone. She stood next to the lounge and shaded her face with her hand as she stared up at me in question.

"Walk to the end of the lounge and face it. Captain's orders."

Georgie saluted me. The gesture nearly tossed a nipple from its hiding place. Which gave me an idea. "Untie that bikini top and take the damn thing off. Tan lines, remember?"

I barked my order confidently, but Georgie hesitated.

"Go ahead. There's no one around except a few seagulls and your captain, and he's giving you an order." I made my voice deeper. "Just think how good that sun will feel on those tits."

She shot me another grin over her shoulder. This one came with a brow lift. I held my breath as she reached behind her neck and untied the knot. She dropped the strings and reached back to untie the rest of it. Still facing the bow, her back to me, she held her arm straight out with the bikini top hanging off her fingers. She tossed it onto the lounge, then instantly crossed her arms over herself.

"Uh, the captain said nothing about substituting arms for the teeny bikini."

She kept her arms crossed over her breasts as she spun around to face me. Then without warning she dropped them.

"Fucking perfect." I'd muttered the words to myself, completely forgetting about the device in front of my mouth that could broadcast anything, even a mutter meant only for my ears, over the entire deck.

I didn't need to guess whether Georgie had heard me or not. She bowed her head politely as a thank you.

The cove was straight ahead. I pointed toward it. Georgie walked, topless and sexy as hell, across to the port side of the boat to get a look. The inlet was surrounded by a curved piece of coastline, far too rocky to be used as a beach, which wasn't allowed anyhow. Tall, dense foliage provided shelter for the wildlife, while also providing a nice bit of privacy around the water in the cove. It was a great piece of paradise, but you needed a boat to reach it.

While I looked for the right place to anchor, Georgie returned to the chaise lounge. She stretched out on her stomach. I slowed the boat, shut down the motor and pushed the button to drop anchor.

I finished up on the bridge and walked down to the deck. I flicked on some music and walked toward the bow. Georgie had swept her hair to the side to make sure her back got full sun.

She didn't lift her head or look up. "You are casting a shadow over me."

I didn't move. I took a moment to gaze over her body, mostly naked save for the small piece of fabric covering her ass. "I don't recall me telling you to stretch out on your stomach."

"No? Well, I don't want to burn. And since my breasts have never actually seen the sun, I figured they might be a little sensitive."

"Do you mean to tell me you have never sunbathed naked before?"

She moved her head to the side to peer up at me from her forearm pillow. "Yes, of course. All the time. Some of the people in the apartment complex complain when I'm out there at the pool stark naked, but they eventually get used to it."

I sat on the adjacent lounge. "I was going to whip up a batch of margaritas. Sound good?"

"Absolutely." She reached down to the bottle of lotion. "But would you mind putting some lotion on my back. I don't want to burn. The sun seems extra strong out here on the water."

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