The men’s gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs. The way back was less of a problem. She was naked under her light dress. Involuntary exhibition, but how subject to foreplay. The fabric hugged her thighs and clung to her buttocks. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. Some found themselves sitting in the aisle, ejected from the benches. Luckily, because we passed a few neighbors. I let her walk a few meters ahead of me to admire her nakedness, silhouetted in the sun through her light clothing. She said to me,
“Give me a few moments and come find me.”
I continued my shower to remove the salt that had settled on my body, my mast straightened and raised. “Relax, you’re going to have a wild night, you big voyeur.”
The evening continued in a heated atmosphere. It was rocking so much that it didn’t give us time to get sick, our minds busy trying to keep our balance. As soon as we left the harbor, the boat became a nutshell tossed by the waves. To maintain her balance, Sylvie had to spread her legs, allowing the men to see her little pussy several times.
