Avast Matie!I have a 21' Sea Ray open bow-rider with a sun pad atop the open area. I like to go to a lake in my area called Lake Tarpon. Late in the evening one Sunday, I launched the boat and had two women from where I work with me. Ahhh, Sandy and Ashley. . . two beauties that have driven me wild for a few years and both with whom we have traded fantasies and sexual secrets.
Here they were in skimpy swimsuits and barefoot and me wearing this huge pair of swim trunks. The boat slipped from the trailer and into the water. Sandy was at the bow and Ashley at the stern and each holding a line so I could park the truck and trailer. As I walked to the ramp, I could see them talking with one another and laughing. I wondered what they were talking about and what made them laugh. Sandy has a loud laugh that comes from deep within while Ashley's laugh is more sexy; the kind of laugh like she's "getting away" with something. None the less, both very sexy.
I got on-board the boat and the women followed suit. I cranked the engine as the boat rocked back and forth a bit. A little grind of the starter and the engine was purring as a small plume of blue smoke wafted from the stern. The boat was backed from the slip and we eased into the small bay.
I always go boating with a full cooler of beer and wine coolers and an iced bottle of whiskey. I know, I know, booze and boats really don't mix but I always stay away from other boaters to avoid collisions and don't disturb the fishermen in the area. Here it was, a beautiful sun shiny day in Florida and I had two fantastic women with me.
As we broke from the bay and into Lake Tarpon, I watched as the women slathered oil and sunscreen on one another. It was quite arousing and for just this moment, I was happy that I chose the baggy trunks to wear. I pushed the throttle forward slowly and picked up speed. All of us scrambled to keep standing and the laughing started. For me, there is nothing more exciting than to hear the laughter of a woman.
As is my usual practice in this lake, I like to go south toward a small canal called the Tarpon Outfall. Before going there, we played around in the waves and the water, jumped into the middle of the lake and back on-board quickly so as not to feed the alligators with our precious bodies. I stopped the engines and just let the waves and the current take us to no particular destination.
I climbed atop the sun pad in the forward area and smeared sun screen all over me. "Hang on a minute, Mike. Let me help you with that," Ashley said. With that, she came atop the pad and helped to protect my skin from the viscous rays of the late afternoon sun. We had a few drinks and laughed at the expense of others who were still at work and then started to talk about some private matters like, well, you know. . . s-e-x.
Sandy always has known that I was on the kinky side and that I liked being tied up. She inched upon the pad and said, "C'C'mon Mike, are you really as kinky as you say." I responded, "Oh heck yes, I'd have it no other way!" Ashley sat up on her knees and said, "Sandy and I want to try something, are you game?" Not knowing what they were talking about but more than willing to try anything at all, I said. "Yes, oh yes, I am game." Sandy started to laugh that deep laugh and had a sparkle in her eye that drives me wild.
"Lie down on your back with your head at the bow, Mike," Ashley purred in a joking manner. I complied as directed and the green bow line was run through the cleat and pulled my wrist to it where it was tight ened along the port side of the boat. Sandy did the same on the starboard side with my other wrist.
The two started to talk in a teasing manner as we drifted about saying, "What shall we do with him now?" I was becoming aroused and again was thankful for the baggy trunks. "I know! I know!," said Ashley, "I saw some sun screen in the cooler -- it's gotta be icy cold." She slid off of the pad and went to the cooler to retrieve the tube of sun screen." Sandy said, "Wait a sec, bring some ice. . . that should be fun!" They iced my underarms and my nipples and ran ice cubes along the soles of my feet and I started to resist and tried to push then away with my feet but I was about to learn about predicament bondage.
So, here I am in my own boat lashed to the cleats in the bow drifting around Lake Tarpon. "Sandy," Ashley said, "Come here, I have an idea." The two put their heads together and whispered a few seconds. "Alright Mikey, time to teach you not to try and kick us." I said, "Wait a minute, I was just trying to push you away from my feet with that ice." They continued to inch up each side of me by crawling on their hands and knees. "OK Mikey, we're gonna get you now!" One of then reached under the waistband of my trunks and started to pull the string that held my trunks around my waist. Sandy pulled my trunks open and Ashley pulled them down by pulling at the legs.
I was being ******** in a very public lake that is also a county park! Within a few seconds I was there. . . naked for all to see who came close to us. I tried to resist but the stern line was now secured to the cleats along the gunnels of each side of the boat. Sandy slid from the pad and she started the engine. "What are you doing, Sandy? Where are you going?" I demanded but all she would do was holler to Ashley, "Keep him hard, we're going on parade!" Ashley started to nibble on my now erect nipples and fondle my shaven area as Sandy headed to the outfall canal.
"OK Mikey, we're gonna see how much attention we can call to us in the canal." The canal has both homes and condos and very few people come out when it's this hot. Sandy started to occasionally blow the horn and Ashley was now tickling my oiled feet. Between the loud laughter from all of us and the sounding of the horn, only a few came out to see the source of this canal cruise. It was getting dark and it was difficult to make out the images of the people aboard the boat.
Sandy turned the boat around and headed back into the lake. The motor was shut down and we were set adrift again. "Ash," Sandy said, "Let's do with him what we spoke of earlier." Ashley said, "I was hoping you'd say that." Ashley took off her bikini bottoms and straddled my naked and bound body. She impaled herself onto me and the moist warmth surrounded my waiting ****. It was pure heaven as she teasingly slid slowly down my shaft. She made this satisfied sound as she slid deeper.
The "evil" side of her came out as Ashley began to tickle me under my arms. Sandy started to laugh at what Ashley was doing to me. "Dang, you ARE ticklish, aren't you?" Ashley said, "Even more than I ever thought." Having heard that, Sandy started to tickle my feet. What a collision of responses. . . the tickling and the intimacy was driving me insane. Ashley started to buck a little and I could feel her muscles tighten around my shaft. I too was beginning to feel what she was and at the very same moment, we achieved the ultimate pleasure. She climbed off of me and lay at my side.
Sandy started the motor and then cruised along the edges of the lake with me still tied to the sunpad as if to display me before those who might be able to see that their prey had been caught and tied to the bow like a deer on a fender during hunting season.
These women are fantastic. I see them at work every day and they whisper veiled "threats" to me when our eyes meet. Damn, I love this job but love the women and the memories of that day even more so.
ticklishsoles 56-60, M 4 Responses 0 Jul 26, 2010