Sexy Sarah Strips

To Smokie’s Bar, deep in the heart of the throbbing city. Behind the bright, pastel colours of the suburbs, past the smog of the motorways, away from the neat precision of the business district and just down the road from the industrial complexes. It’s ten past midnight on a typical Friday night, music blares from jukeboxes in this sleazy area and An eclectic cast of characters walk and run the streets flitting between the pitch black shadows and the bright neon lights.

Inside the bar, the barman washes and polishes glasses. Cigarette smoke pervades the atmosphere and hangs around the lights at the low ceiling, hanging over the inhabitants like a dark cloud that has seen all this life has to throw at it. You would think the bar would be thronged with people clammering for a last drink as the barman has just called last orders. But no, not one patron sits on the hard, wooden stools or leans on the bar. Instead, the twenty five regulars who spend every Friday night down at Smokies are where they always are, crowded in a horseshoe around a pool table in the far corner of the bar. This is a place where denim is much in evidence, cowboy boots and hats, real working clothes. It’s not the type of place that newcomers stumble across easily and when they do they are rarely welcomed, you’d need a strong recommendation to become a part of this crowd. And maybe you wouldn’t want to. But maybe you would.

Seemingly oblivious to their audience, two players pace and slink around the table, intent on their shots. It’s the last game of the night before the other entertainment starts and the loser will have to buy the winner a drink. Manny, is losing and doesn’t want to, not with everyone watching. A bead of sweat breaks and spills from his forehead and trickles down his nose and into his bushy moustache as he bends forward to take a shot. But no one in the audience is in the least bit interested in Manny or his shot, right now he isn’t important. Whether he realises that or not we don’t know but he misses the simple black ball and allows his opponent back to the table. Instantly, the crowd become more interested and crane their necks up to get a better view.

And on whom are all these eyes trained then? Enter the lovely Sarah, pool table right. She is clad in a T back top connected around her neck and middle of back with the flimsiest of ties, it’s bright pink and barely covers her pert little bosoms, though plenty shows round the side of her outfit. She also has the tiniest, black, micro-mini skirt (nearly) covering her superbly rounded ass but not much more. Surely there are panties up there and all the guys strain to see if there are - not that it matters. Then there are her long thin legs, beautifully encased in black seamed stockings, low enough to allow a peak of her white skin. Finishing the look are a pair of knee length black leather boots, polished to perfection.

Sarah bends over the table seductively, her long hair (normally scarlet coloured but for now dyed raven black) cascading over her bare shoulders and baize and she nonchalantly slams the black home to win the match. She smiles a big, white toothed smile at Manny and indicates with her hand that she needs a drink. The barman has a Scotch lined up and Sarah downs the shot in one, slamming the glass down on the edge of the pool table.

Manny joined the expectant throng and Sarah took centre stage climbing atop the green table top, supporting herself with the long wooden cue. Sarah’s cherry red lips curve into a knowing smile and the crowd revel in how she fondles the cue, each imagining it is their hardening cocks. Up on this wide pedestal the guys can see that, indeed, Sarah is not wearing underwear tonight. The barman, barely looking up, turns the rock music down low and walks to the front doors and locks them. No-one wants to be disturbed on a Friday night.

Sarah’s hips start to sway sexily in a seductive dance and the audience are rapt in their attention to this lithe nymph, who is right now, sex on legs, She traces her long tongue along the tip of the pool cue smacks her lips while slipping her hand under her loose top and fondling the perfect, small breasts held under there. Already there are visible ridges in many of the men’s trousers and they are only going to get harder, but one question fills everybody’s head. Who will be the lucky three tonight?

Next to the bar stands Linda, wife of the bar’s owner. She is just finishing counting up a roll of money as Sarah dances atop the pool table. Satisfied that all the money is there she lifts a glass bowl that holds twenty five folded bits of paper that each of the men in the bar have paid $25 for and walks over to below Sarah. Standing below her she looks up at Sarah’s smooth shaven pussy but displays no emotion and waits for Sarah to notice her before lifting up the bowl for Sarah to pick the first number.

What does that number signify?

It’s simple really. The guy who corresponds to the first number that Sarah picks will join her at the table and receive a blow job from lovely nineteen year old sex goddess. That’s not all though, the second number chosen will have the fruits of Sarah’s pussy to enjoy while the third shall gain entrance to her sweet, puckered asshole. It’s the Friday night tradition at Smokie’s Bar and it’s about to get started!

Sarah stretches her long, thin fingers into the bowl and hooks out a piece of paper, she doesn’t look at it yet, rather she places it between her gleaming white teeth and begins a striptease atop the table. Her long, pale arms reach behind her and as she writhes her hips in time to the music she deftly unhooks her top at her neck and pulls her arms forward in a flourish revealing her pert, firm breasts to a round of applause and cheers from the expectant throng. She tosses the top to the floor and continues her hypnotic strip, her long fingernails (painted scarlet) pressing down the side of her hips and entering under the fabric of her tiny skirt. From the inside she rolls up that skirt until her heavenly, shaven pussy is in full view and her skirt is a tight roll of fabric around her waist. As she moves to the music she wriggles the skirt up and over her arms and head and tosses onto her discarded top and now dances nude save for her stockings (which she never removes here) and her kinky boots.

A small pause while Sarah lowers herself so that her delightful frame is perched on her ass on the edge of the pool table, legs hanging down. Smiling at her wrapt audience she hoists her right leg up until it rests on the table also, allowing a wide open clean view of her glistening pussy, and she seductively peels the tight, leather boot from her leg letting it fall to the floor. Her right boot follows suit quickly after and the audience become a little more tense, they know that the preliminaries are over now and the main event is about to unfold.

Sarah plucks the piece of paper from between her teeth that have kept hold of it so diligently and , looking up at her adoring audience to prolong the tension she smiles widely and speaks in a low, sultry voice.

“Number 24 come on down, my mouth awaits” as she says this she sexily plays her tongue along and over her lips, as if licking her lips in anticipation of a truly great meal.

But few in the bar failed to notice to split second wiping out of Sarah’s smile when she saw who stepped forward brandishing the corresponding number on another piece of paper. It was Manny, he who so recently had been soundly and publicly humiliated at the pool table, as he was most times he plucked the courage up to re-challenge the cocky Sarah. That history had led to Manny taking even greater pleasure in his infrequent bar lottery luck and he being Sarah’s least favourite winner. He only got in because his father had been a long-time regular. Still Sarah managed to get her game face back on and her smile glowing, if not quite as widely as previously.

Manny snickered seeing Sarah’s regret that he had won tonight, usually she was only too anxious to get things started with the first guy. He also knew that Sarah was such a nymphomaniac that it would not take long for her to not care whose cock it was she was servicing and would only care for where her next entertainment would come that Friday night.

Sarah cocked her head coyly to one side and closed her eyes, she would just imagine it was someone else, besides most cocks tasted pretty much the same she had found. Manny unleashed his, proud in the fact it was one of the biggest of the group, and there were plenty of big cocks in this bar of a Friday night. The slab of thick penis meat that flopped out was already three quarters of the way erect and would rapidly be as stiff as the proverbial board. It was nine inches long and had an impressive radius that had Sarah stretching her mouth in preparation of accepting. Manny was obviously not one for pubic grooming of any kind because at the base of this large penis grew an unruly tangle of greasy black hair that were it not for their curliness would perfectly match the mop on his head.

“Eyes open Sarah, I want to see every look on your face as you take this nice and deep. You may have beat me at pool again tonight but I have a feeling I I’ll be feeling like a winner in a minute” , he gloated.

“Shut up dog breath and get that dong of yours over here I’ve got the hunger for cock tonight, even if it is yours” was her spunky reply.

He was only too willing to obey. He stepped forward his thick cock jutting out obscenely at Sarah’s clear expectant eyes. Once he was within reach she wasted no time in getting his rod in her hand, first one the both encircling his cock and masturbating him fiercely so his foreskin rolled back and his glowing, blood engorged penis came fully into view and it was all Sarah could do not to jam it into her mouth there and then but she did so enjoy putting on a show for her late night regulars. So as she slowed her pumping of his cock she also extended her tongue and began to lick at his penis like it was a lollipop still too cold to take all the way in her mouth. But there was nothing cold about Manny’s cock it was warm, sweaty, meaty, hairy, musky and after a few pre-emptory licks she could not resist laying her lips together on it’s pee hole in a kiss that delighted both parties and the turned on watchers, most of whom had there hands fondling in their trousers and silently praying their numbers came up for Sarah’s other two holes.

She couldn’t hold on any longer and as her left hand fell to her own crotch and began to tug gently at her own sex she opened her mouth to it’s widest and engulfed his cock inside her and as she did so she turned her wide eyes upwards and met Manny’s mocking look with a wanton challenge as her tongue played along the ridges of his veins, tracing each one individually. Manny was in ecstasy already, he had been overjoyed that the cocky little bitch would have to suck him off when his number was called but now with his member buried in her mouth (and throat now, aaaargh, yes) his body took over his feelings and it was only interested in getting more of the intense pleasure being visited upon his most erogenous area.

She worked his cock beautifully in her mouth, weeks and months of practise behind her and made no complaint when he reach a large hand down behind her neck and began guiding her head faster and faster onto his straining prick. A second hand descended and she instinctively knew that she should drop her own hands submissively to her sides as he increased his pace of fucking her mouth. Traces of her saliva sprayed out of her mouth married to the length of his throbbing cock as he relentlessly powered his way back and forth into her inviting mouth. And at once they both knew that he was ready to cum, ready to explode and fill her mouth with his sperm.

“Take this in your mouth Sarah, I want you to show all the guys my cum in your mouth before you swallow the lot.”

She just bobbed her head in agreement and allowed his dick to escape further up her gullet until it rested just inside her lips and with a deep, guttural growl his body rocked and spasmed and he jerked as his cock sprayed a thick load of white cum into her waiting mouth. She took the lot, allowing only two tiny streams to spill from either side of her mouth as she held the thick mixture in and tried to lick the remnants from his shrinking cock. Manny stood back and as instructed Sarah crawled forward on hands and knees, slinkily like a female panther and as she approached the waiting crowd lowered her jaw to display the load of cum resting under and on her tongue, once she had allowed them all a view she rose up onto her haunches and with a comely smile visibly swallowed the lot down, struggling to keep the smile on her face as Manny’s vile tasting load descended.

As he tucked his dick back in his pants she made one last crack.

“My god, you taste almost as bad as you smell.”

Everyone laughed nervously but Manny just smiled, it had been a good night for him whatever she said. Besides, he saw the cum drying at the corners of her mouth and that was enough for him right now.

As she knelt there, closer to the throng than before Linda hopped off her stool at the bar and approached the girl who was now doing what she had done for so many years. Holding the bowl before she stopped in front of Sarah and held the bowl out to the youngster for her second pick of the night.

This time there was no delay in announcing this number, Sarah was into things now and had an air of desperation to her about reaching the next stage.

Unfolding the paper with undue haste she revealed it to herself and shouted out “Number sixteen, I’ve got number sixteen, come on who’s the lucky one.”

And who was the lucky winner? The expectant crowd all anxiously checked their tickets and it was not long before a winner stepped forward, holding the number sixteen before him. Sarah smiled, it was Old Joe. Joe had been a regular at Smokie’s for decades and was a real nice old guy. A real gentleman type. No-one had ever really asked his age but he had to be sixty if a day and seemed to wear his bushy white beard with a pride. He was dressed in his usual pair of denim jeans with a checked shirt and leather waistcoat. On his head he wore his brown, stetson hat and under that his pale, blue eyes gleamed with intensity. It genuinely was a toss up who was more pleased, Joe or Sarah.

The first Friday, so many months ago now, when Sarah had taken over from Linda, Joe had been the first winner of the lottery and it still was one of Sarah’s favourite memories. She had been full of bravado on the outside but inside she was really nervous, bordering on scared. And no wonder as she had only ever been with three guys prior to her debut in the bar. But Joe had been sweet with her, gently playing with her hair and talking sweetly to her as he eased his eight inch cock into her nervous mouth. Since that first time she had been with Joe twice more, once in her mouth and once at an evenings finale in her ass. Tonight would be Joe’s first time in Sarah’s sweet pussy.

She considered not handing him the condom from the edge of the pool table, after all if she couldn’t trust Joe then who could she trust? Still, she couldn’t be too careful and Joe just smiled at her as he took the wrapper and strapped it on his waiting member. As he did this Sarah eased herself backwards onto the green baize and spread her legs akimbo, inviting the older man in. There may have been nearly forty years separating them but as Joe got up onto the table and his white beard tickled Sarah’s face into a flirty laugh she also felt his still impressive length touch around her sensitive and sopping pussy. With ease he slid inside her and the audience craned for a better view and inched forward to surround the table as the old man slid his full, erect length inside her.

With her dark hair splayed out across the contrasting baize she moaned her frantic encouragement to Joe.

“Uuurgh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Come on Joe take, fuck me, I’m your baby tonight!”

For his part, Old Joe’s face was a mask of intense concentration as he pounded his pelvis forcefully inside his young partner, using every year of his experience to fill her clenching, grasping vagina and satisfy it as best he could. They were oblivious to the crowd, in a world of their own and for the next fifteen minutes they rutted like animals in the wild. Their bodies entwined into one and acted in perfect tandem and it was no surprise to either when they seemed to climax simultaneously in a battle of screams and cries and grunts and exultations.

As Joe slowly separated their bodies, aware that another had his shot with this lithe beauty that night, the plastic wrapper slipped off his cock and he could only look on and smile as Sarah plucked it up and tipped it on end and allowed the cum trapped inside to slide down until it dripped into her outstretched tongue and mouth. Joe nodded his thanks, Sarah rarely did that when she took the second guy.

As Joe got dressed and rejoined the crowd he was greeted with a rousing cheer and Linda suggested the guys have a drink before the third and final act of tonight’s debauchery concluded.

Sarah lay on her back and regained something of her breathe and composure and relished her third hole being filled. Despite her two encounters already, her insatiable libido was already craving more dirty, nasty sex. As the guys finished their drinks she slid off the table and leaned over it so her backside was to the men. She stretched her arms and legs to each side and spoke aloud.

“I will chose the third number with my back to you. I will shout out the winning number and without seeing who it is, the winner can take my ass as roughly as he likes.”

This was new. And each member in the crowd suddenly wanted to be drawn even more than before. She braced herself against the warm metal and wood of the table, gripping and hugging it as tight as she could. Linda walked next to the table and held the bowl out and tipped it upside down on the table top so that the remaining pieces of paper scattered below Sarah’s chin. Sarah opened her jaws and dipped her head and lifted a piece of paper from the table, Linda smiled softly and took it from her and read aloud.

“Number Eight, it’s number eight.”

There was a palpable disappointment from the crowd that their chance had passed for another week, they could still derive some joy from watching the lucky winner claim his prize. But who had won? The crowd looked on enviously as he strode though them. It was Marco, a tall dark haired Italian-American in his mid forties, who had not won since Linda had retired. For the bar he was dressed pretty smartly, but was a long-time regular and that really only meant smart denims and shirt. He folded up his spectacles as he stepped forward and handed them to Linda and asked her to hold them for him. Then he stepped forward right behind the nineteen year olds perfect bubble butt.

Sarah closed her eyes and tried to imagine who it was that was running his hands over the silky soft skin of her ass. She felt his breathe on her neck and his hands move up to run through her hair, tossing it and playing with it as she rubbed her naked, sweaty body back against her partner. He kissed her neck and then ran his tongue right down the spine that showed through her pale skin and followed it all the way down to the beginning of her ass crevice and he gently used his experienced hands to part those soft ass cheeks and as he got his face down level with it he spat into her ass and used his fingers to rub the saliva into her crack to provide some natural lubrication.

This was heaven for Sarah and she writhed and wriggled as the unidentified man fingered her tight asshole. It was not long before Marco took out his hard, Italian dick and slid it inside Sarah, enjoying his first penetration of the young slut. And right now that is exactly what Sarah felt like, a wanton slut. She pushed back and felt the length of slippery man flesh slip right inside her and fill her waiting assshole. And once it was in oh, baby Sarah was lost in the moment and begging the man behind her to pound into her hard and fast and fuck her with everything he had. Only too happy to comply Marco took a firm grip of Sarah’s hair and pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her and pumped her for a good ten minutes before withdrawing his cock, turning Sarah around and letting her slip to her knees and as is customary on Friday nights at Smokie’s he fired his load over her beautiful , sexy features, painting thick, white, stripes over her face.

The next stop was a lake a couple miles out of town. I knew a marina where we could rent a boat. I thought we were ready to take the next step - out of the car.

The marina was much as I remembered it - not too many houses or other businesses nearby. There would still be some pretty good exposure getting Nancy from the little parking lot down to one of the rental boats and out onto the lake. My balls tingled with excitment at the thought.

I remembered the guy who ran the little bait shop and boat rental. He was in his sixties, semi-retired, kind of slow and placid. I thought about livening up his day by bringing Nancy in with me to rent the boat, but once again chickened out. I didn’t want to give him a heart attack, I rationalized.

I left Nancy in the car and went in. It was the same guy and he was glad to rent me one of his little fishing boats. I wanted a speed boat, like the ones they use to tow water skiers. He said he had one, but it was already out. All he had were rowboats with dinky little five horse motors on the back. I took one. It was either that or check out some of the other rental places along the lake, and I wasn’t sure any of the others would be as accessible.

There was nobody else in the little shop, and the old man followed me out and got me set up in the boat. He went back to the shop, but didn’t go inside. Instead, he settled into a deck chair beside the door, that looked out over his little marina and the lake beyond. The wooden steps down to the boats was only 30 or 40 feet from his chair. Nancy would have to parade right by him. I wasn’t sure she was ready for it. For that matter, I wasn’t sure I was, either. But I remembered her determination after the encounter in the parking lot of the convenience store. She had even challenged me to ‘punish her properly’. Well, there was no denying that this was getting a little more proper.

I went back to the car. It didn’t seem like the old man could see Nancy in the car due to the angle of the sun. I slid into the driver’s seat beside her.

“You want to go for a boat ride?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she smiled.

“Okay. See that boat tied out at the end of the pier.”

“Yeah.”

“That one’s ours. It’s all ready to go. Why don’t you head down. I’ll get the food and be right behind you.”

“Whatever you say … only, I don’t think I’m really dressed for it.”

My heart sank, but, at the same time, I felt a certain sense of relief. “You mean … you don’t want to …”

“No. Nobody wears high heels on a boat. Do I have to?” She grinned her mischievous smirk.

I let out a long breath and grinned ruefully back. “Oh, I guess not. You can go barefoot if you’re worried about your image.”

She laughed and slipped the heels off. “Great. Let’s go,” she said brightly, opening the door.

I got out and went around to the trunk in time to see her saunter off, swinging her hips in a natural rhythm with her barefoot walk. From where we were parked, she had to walk straight toward the old man before turning down the wooden steps toward the pier. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There she was, totally naked, soft honey colored skin shining in the sun, walking up to a stranger who sat watching her, transfixed. And she looked as cool as a mountain stream, without a hint of nervousness or inhibition. My own heart was beating in my throat, but I was so proud of her I wanted scoop her up and cover her with kisses. She even gave the man a little wave as she started down the steps. I grabbed our picnic lunch and ran to catch up.

The old man knew a good thing when he saw it. He never took his eyes from Nancy’s glorious body till we’d cast off and putted slowly out to the middle of the lake. She sat in the bow, facing me while I steered.

“Think he’ll still be there when we get back,” Nancy laughed.

“I think he’d wait till the middle of next month for another look at you,” I teased.

“Well, I like him, too,” she said, “but, so far, all the guys we’ve run into have been a little past their prime. Aren’t we going to play with some guys our own age?”

“Sure. It’s just chance.” Then I grinned. “And I think the odds are turning in your favor.”

We heard the roar of a speedboat off in the distance. It came into sight around a bend in the shoreline, towing a single skier. They were still a ways off, but we could tell the skier was male. It looked like two other figures in the boat, at least one of which was also male. They came to within about a hundred yards of us, then turned back to roar up to the other end of the lake. When they turned, it was clear that all three were men.

“They look a little younger,” Nancy coyly suggested.

“Yes, they do,” I admitted, reaching into the bag I had packed with our picnic. “Let’s have lunch first.”

We ate with surprising gusto, considering everything else on our minds. It reminded me of the scene in the movie Tom Jones where Tom and one of his wenches sensually pack away a sumptuous and messy meal as a prelude to a bout of sumptuous and messy sex which they are planning for dessert. Nancy must have had a similar thought. When she accidently dribbled a little glob of mayonaise on her right tit, she glanced at me and smiled; then slowly and deliberately rubbed it into her nipple. The nipple immediately stood up like a little red pebble and Nancy’s breath caught in her throat. She looked so hot, I almost came in my pants. She didn’t leave it at that, though. It wasn’t fair to treat the right tit and leave the left one out. She stuck her finger into her sandwich and got another glob of mayo, which she proceeded to rub into her left nipple. That one responded just as enthusiastically.

I was sorely tempted to have the same kind of dessert Tom and his mistress had, but I wanted to hold off till the end of our little adventure. I wanted Nancy to get every bit of this exotic foreplay before I gave her any relief. I could only imagine how hot her sweet pussy would be by then.

We finished up and I said: “Let’s take a little spin around the lake.”

Nancy readily agreed. The guys in the speedboat had made several passes up and down the lake while we were eating, but never got closer than a hundred yards. I realized that this was just good boating etiquette, since their wake could almost swamp a small boat like ours. But I suspected that Nancy was interested in getting a little closer so that she could show them what they’d been missing.

I was a bit concerned, since once they got a glimpse of Nancy, there would be no way to get away from them. But then, wasn’t that part of letting fate take it’s course. I shrugged and turned our little put-put up toward the head of the lake, where the speedboat had last disappeared.

We had just rounded the bend in the shoreline, when the speedboat came skimming along, right at us. They saw us and swerved in plenty of time, but the skier swung wide on his rope and passed about twenty yards in front of us. Nancy was still in the front of the boat, but now, she was also facing forward. The skier got a good view of her naked form. It literally knocked him off his feet. He hit the wake awkwardly and spilled face first into the water, the rope and skies flying off spectacularly.

The guy in the water quickly popped up, while his friends in the speedboat slowed and turned back to pick him up. He wasn’t even looking at them, though. His eyes were trained back on the lovely vision that had dumped him in the first place. And Nancy didn’t disappoint. She stood up when he went down, apparently worried that his spill would hurt him. She continued to stand till his friends had him in their boat. Of course this gave them all a good long look at her beautiful naked body. I wondered what they would do next.

It turned out both Nancy and I were charmed by their reaction.

As they maneuvered their boat carefully closer to ours, we realized they were pretty young, maybe twenty, maybe not. They came to within about 20 feet and called across: “Sorry we came so close. We didn’t see you until we were right on you.” They were standing there looking right at my naked wife, apologizing for their breach of boating manners.

“No problem,” I called back. “We were probably hidden coming around the bend there. We’re just out for a little spin around the lake,” I added lamely.

They took a minute to digest this. “You won’t see much of the lake in that thing. We’d be glad to take you around, if you’d like.”

Now it was our turn to think about it. I looked at Nancy and she looked at me. My expression must have showed all the conflict that was churning my guts at that moment. She laughed out loud and called, “Sure. That’d be great.”

I closed my eyes for a second, thinking, here we go.

The boys brought their boat a little closer and I pulled alongside. Nancy stood up and handed one of them a rope that was tied to an eyelet in the prow of our little craft. He handed the rope to one of his friends and grabbed Nancy’s hand, helping her up over the side of their boat. She put one knee up on their gunwale, then raised the other leg and brought it over the side. I could see that this maneuver opened her legs to three pairs of stunned and staring eyes. I was so turned on, I was afraid my dripping dick would make a wet spot in my shorts. I climbed in after her and we tied our boat to one of the heavy cleats in the back of theirs.

Two of the boys were in the seats in front. Another sat on the bench that ran across the back of the boat. Nancy sat down beside him. The kid at the helm reached back to me. “I’m Stan,” he said.

“Michael,” I said, shaking with him. “Nice to meet you.”

The other kid in front said: “I’m Bill, and believe me, it’s our pleasure.” He turned bright red.

I shook his hand, too; and with the other one, whose name was Allen.

“This is Nancy,” I added. They all made noises of greeting at once.

Nancy smiled brightly. “Hi.”

The whole thing seemed fantastic, unreal. But, I sat down next to Nancy and Stan gave it a little gas, heading up the lake. We watched to make sure our little fishing boat was towing properly and gradually opened it up. Even loaded with all five of us and trailing another boat, that thing flew. The engine howled like a banshee, which was fine with me. I was too blown away to make conversation just then. Instead, I studied our hosts.

Stan, who was driving, was medium height, dark, compact, fairly good looking in a straight, middle-of-the-road way. He wore bright orange baggies that looked like they might be standard-issue lifeguard trunks from some municipal pool or beach. The other guy in front, Bill, was tall and slightly gawky, like he hadn’t quite filled out yet. He had slightly long hair and a weak mustache. His baggies were a green and blue plaid. These two politely faced forward as much as they could stand. But, every once in awhile, they would break and look back at Nancy. She would unconsciously entertain them by shaking her hair in the breeze, causing her tits to sway delightfully.

Allen seemed to be the youngest. He was chubby and couldn’t look me in the eye when we shook. This is a fine crew, I thought, but I can’t imagine Nancy getting it on with them.

But if Nancy was having any such thoughts, she wasn’t showing it. We passed a mansion on a hillside overlooking the lake. “Oh, look,” Nancy shouted over the din, pointing at the big house. She turned as we passed, kneeling on the padded bench to continue looking at it as it receded astern. That brought her rear end into view for the boys in front. They drank in the view, but it wasn’t enough for Nancy, not by a long shot.

She seemed fascinated by the wake and the powerful surge of the boat through the water. She leaned out over the back to try to look down and see the action of the propeller. Bending over the back of the seat like that brought her pussy right before the eager eyes of Stan and Bill. She looked down into the propeller wash for some time, and they couldn’t help but turn every few seconds to try to memorize the sight.

“This thing sure is powerful,” she yelled, when she turned back and sat down.

“A hundred and fifty horsepower,” Stan yelled back, easing off the gas. “You want to drive it.”

“I’d love to,” Nancy replied eagerly.

They changed seats, which gave everyone another good excuse to watch Nancy. Stan even put out a hand to steady her as they passed. I took the opportunity to look over at Allen. His expression was serious, and he seemed to be sweating. He was the only one with a T-shirt on, and it was visibly damp in the pits.

Nancy got comfortable in the seat, with Stan standing beside her. He showed her where all the controls were. It was pretty simple - a throttle and a steering wheel. When Nancy said she was ready, he told her to give it a little gas. She did, and the boat shot forward suddenly. Stan was thrown off balance and landed with a thud right beside me on the bench.

“Careful,” he laughed.

Nancy looked back, concerned, throwing her beautiful tits into profile for us. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine. It was my fault, anyway. I shouldn’t have been standing up.”

Nancy got the hang of it quickly, and took us all the way up to the head of the lake. At one point, we passed a couple of fishermen on the shore. Nancy saw them and pulled in a little closer. When they looked up, ready to yell at her for scaring the fish, she stood up and waved, giving them something besides the fish to think about. She laughed and roared away. When we got to the head of the lake, she asked the boys if they wanted to water ski anymore. She said it would be fun to watch.

We had to drop an anchor for the little fishing boat, but, in a few minutes, we were ready. Stan took over the boat and Allen went first. He tried several times, but he just couldn’t get up on the skis. Then Bill took a turn and got up immediately on a single ski. He was good, slipping gracefully back and forth across the wake. Finally, Stan asked Nancy if she’d like to try.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve never done it before.”

“That’s alright,” Bill told her. “Everybody does it for the first time once. It’s really pretty easy.”

So, they got her ready. She put on the flotation belt, which was pretty funny, since it covered her middle and left her tits and ass and pussy bare. Bill coached her on what to expect and how to react. Then she put on the skis and slid into the water.

Stan eased the boat out till the tow line was taut. Then he goosed it and Nancy came up out of the water on top of the skis. She was shaky, but she was up. Gradually, she got control, even pulling from side to side a little. We flew down the lake with Nancy gloriously naked, skimming along behind us. I hoped there were people in some of the houses along the shore, and I hoped they got a look at us as we shot past. Nancy was a sight they wouldn’t want to miss.

She finally got tired and fell. We circled around and pulled up beside her. “Want to try it again,” Stan offered.

Nancy grinned ruefully up from the water. “I couldn’t. My arms feel like rubber.”

We pulled her in and went back to our fishing boat. When it was safely lashed to the stanchion again, Nancy asked if we could just drift awhile, catch some sun and dry off. Her body was covered with goose pimples, and her teeth were chattering, so the boys readily agreed.

Nancy moved over onto the wide flat bow of the boat and spread her towel. It was a perfect place for sunning. It was also a perfect flash of pussy she gave us as she climbed around the windshield to get to it.

I stayed back in the cockpit of the boat with the boys. We made small talk, and I found out something about them. They were students at a local college, up there for the summer session. Allen was pre-med, but it was touch and go if he could make it through. I guessed that explained his pasty, socially graceless condition. Bill was solidly into the engineering program, and, nice guy that he was, I could easily imagine him with a pocket protector full of pens and pencils. Stan was the dreamer. He was wasting his time on a straight liberal arts degree with a major in classical languages and literature.

We’d been on board for almost two hours. Gradually, the boys had accepted Nancy’s nudity as a delightful fact. At first, they had been totally intimidated. But Nancy had acted so naturally relaxed and pleasant, they started to relax too. Stan was clearly the most confident and mature of the group. It was hardly surprising that he finally asked what was on everybody’s mind.

“Does Nancy always go out on the lake naked?”

I liked the way he asked it. It wasn’t a wise comment. It was an honest question, plain curiosity. That didn’t make it any easier to answer.

“No,” I shrugged, “but she’s kind of wild. I never know what she’s going to do. I guess she just got it in her head she didn’t want to wear a suit today, so she didn’t.” Which is what I was beginning to think was the truth.

Stan looked at me with an expression of admiration mixed with disbelief. “Man, that’s wild.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I love it.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Bill chimed in.

I had to agree.

The four of us gazed at her in awe. The sun glistened in her dark pubic hair and shined off the white flesh of her tits where her bikini usually covered. Stan reached into one of the storage compartments and pulled out a tube of cream.

“Nancy, that sun’s pretty strong out here on the lake. You better put on some sun screen or you’re going to burn,” he warned.

“Oh,” Nancy groaned sleepily. “I can’t move. Would somebody put it on for me?”

Zap. The sexual electricity was back in the air. The three boys looked at me like puppies begging for a treat. What could I do? Nancy seemed to be calling the shots now. I shrugged and they all moved at once to help her. In seconds, six hands were busy smoothing cream over Nancy’s glorious body. The division of labor had Bill doing one side of her upper body (left tit), Allen on the other (right tit), and Stan working on her legs (pussy).

It was hard to watch, but I couldn’t take my eyes away. The boys wore expressions of intense concentration. Nancy’s eyes were closed, luxuriating in the sun and the sensual massage, but I could sense the tension in her body. At first it was simply the newness of strange hands roaming her naked skin. Soon that tension began to give way to another. Despite herself, Nancy was becoming aroused.

I knew the point of all this was to test herself. She wanted to push it as far as she could without allowing it to become overtly sexual, to maintain the fiction that it was all just casual fun. But I was starting to wonder if this was getting beyond her control. I saw redness creeping into her cheeks and her breathing getting faster and shallower. The boys were so immersed in their own sensations, I didn’t think they noticed. Then I saw that Stan’s hands were focused in on Nancy’s pubic region. With every stroke, a couple fingers were dipping in between her legs. Nancy was keeping her legs together, but it wasn’t helping. Another minute under their hands and she was going to have an orgasm.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide and looked through the windshield into mine, surprised and confused. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then rolled over onto her stomach. She took a deep breath. “Okay. Now the back,” she croaked, trying for a bright, casual tone that didn’t quite make it.

The boys looked kind of disappointed, but Nancy’s backside is nothing to turn up your nose at, so they went willingly back to work. Stan kept probing the crack between her legs, but the shift seemed to work. Nancy’s breathing settled back into a slow satisfied purr and she enjoyed the rest of her massage on her own terms. In a few minutes, she was polished to a fine golden glow.

“Ah,” she sighed. “That was great. Thanks guys.”