"I'm good wherever you want to go," I tell Shelby, and she smiles.
"Let's go sit in the front." She turns and walks to the inside of the boat, where there is a small kitchen and another living room set. She walks through to the front of the boat, going down two steps before arriving at the big net over the water. "Oh, this looks like an accident waiting to happen," she says, putting one foot on the net, and my hand reaches out for hers, making sure she doesn't fall.
She laughs, and I take a step down with her hand in mine. When I get my second foot on the net, I release her hand and put my arm around her waist. "Can you imagine doing this drunk?" She laughs as we make it to the middle. I don't answer her because her hand goes on mine on her waist, and my cock springs to action. I look down, making sure my white shirt covers it. "This is good." She stops and bends to her knees and then sits down. I follow her and look out at the dock as Simone starts to untie us. "It's so pretty," she says as the sun shines right above us.
I stretch my legs out in front of me and lean back on my hands as I watch us get farther away from the dock. She sits beside me in the same position as me, and all I can see are her long bare legs. Legs I've always admired from afar. Legs that always tempted me.
"We are going to anchor the boat," Simone says, standing on the side of the boat. "And set out the toys for you. What would you like to do?"
"I have no idea," Shelby replies and turns to look at me. "What do you want to do?"
"What do people usually do?" I ask, and she smirks at me.
"They usually drink a lot and then have sex." She laughs at her own joke. "But they usually start with the paddleboarding."
"Okay," Shelby says. "Well, I'll start with the paddleboard but no booze for me." Shelby looks at me. "What about you? Did you want to do the sex?" she says and then shakes her head. "I mean, paddleboard."
I chuckle at her nervousness. "I can do both," I answer, and Shelby turns, getting on her knees.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom." She crawls toward Simone. "Can you show me where the bathroom is?" Simone turns, and she follows her, and it gives me a chance to let out the breath I was keeping inside me and adjust my hard cock.
"Calm down there, buddy, it's a no-fly zone," I remind him, getting up and walking back inside. I take off my shirt as Simone walks to the front, and I hear the anchor going into the water. Grabbing the sunscreen from the bowl, I put a bit in my hand and start to do my legs and then my chest when Shelby comes back out. "Can you do me first, and then I can do you next?"
I ask her, and her eyes go big like saucers. "The sunscreen," I explain, holding up the bottle. "What did you think I meant?" I put my head to the side and wait for her to answer, but all she does is shake her head.
She walks over to the tray with the spare drink and finishes it off. "Obviously, I thought you meant sunscreen." She takes off her white cover-up, which makes everything so much worse. I have to swallow down the lump in my throat and turn around. "This is going to be cold," she tells me right before she squeezes the sunscreen at the top of my shoulders.
"Not cold enough," I mumble, closing my eyes and trying to get my cock to go down, but then her hands are on me, and if that doesn't just make my cock harder, I don't know what will. She rubs in circles, and I close my eyes, counting to ten. I open my eyes when that doesn't help and look up at the sky.
"Okay, time for you to do me," she invites, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Luckily, she is not facing me when I turn around. She ties her hair to the top of her head, and I put the cream in my hand as I rub it on her shoulders. I think about anything but the fact that I'm touching her. "That is good," she says when I spend more time on her than I should. She turns around and grabs the sunscreen. After putting some in her hand, she lifts her leg to put it on the couch and bends over to rub herself. I swear I'm going to come in my shorts like a teenaged little boy lusting over a Sears catalog.