SHELL ISLAND

by: Jeannie Duncan ©

It was almost noon when I ran into Linda at the bank over at the beach so I invited her to join me for lunch. "Let's go down to the Hurricane and get a grouper sandwich." I suggested. "It's easier for two women to get a table. By myself I'm treated like a hooker."

Linda laughed. "Either that or you get hit on by all the good old boys. Serves you right for looking so sexy."

We'd been introduced soon after she and her husband Steve had joined the club but hadn't had much opportunity to get to know each other. They are a handsome couple Jack and I had hoped to get to spend some time with at last weekend's cruise to Venice but Jack had a last minute call to Cocoa Beach and we didn't make it.

At the Hurricane we were early enough to get a patio table and soon had a couple of those delicious sandwiches and a carafe of cheap white wine between us.

"So how did the weekend go?" I began. "Jack and I were sorry we missed it."

"We had a wonderful time." Linda gushed. "They had a seafood buffet which was out of this world, I ate too much and Steve had too much wine and fell in the swimming pool on the way back to the boat. I'm so glad we joined the club; we've never met so many wonderful people in so short a time and had so much fun - -" She babbled on for several minutes.

She paused and tipped her head. "I saw the darndest thing on the way down. We went outside rather than take the ICW and halfway there a big catamaran came screaming past us with two really cute blondes hanging on to the mast - totally nude."

"Oh, those were the Bobsey twins; they always travel like that. They're not really twins - not even related - but they've been given the name because they're so cute. Their husbands are joint owners of the cat' and all four are always together." I laughed. "Nobody is sure which is married to which and club gossip has it that they're not quite sure either."

Linda shook her head. "I should be shocked by that but somehow I'm not. Those two looked so carefree and unfettered standing on the deck with their hair flying and the wind blowing between their legs I can quite believe they wouldn't let convention keep them from enjoying life completely. In a way I felt jealous."

"They are a precious sight aren't they."

Linda nodded. "That they are." She divided the last of the wine between our glasses and made several false starts before asking; "Tell me, is there much of that sort of thing in the club?"

I didn't answer immediately. I really wasn't that sure myself. "About what you'll find in any group of boaters I suppose - nothing blatant. You'll never be hit on even when alone in the bar - that's a common sense, unspoken rule in any club but on a flotilla cruise, nobody comments if Mrs. A seems to have mistaken the B's sloop for her own yawl as long as Mr. A is not cooking breakfast for just himself."

Linda nodded again - appreciatively. "So nobody scores - I like that - nobody cheats."

There were hungry customers waiting so we settled our bill and walked back to our cars. As I unlocked my door I paused. "By the way, Linda, Jack is taking Thursday afternoon off and we're going to Shell Island to work on our suntans. If you have nothing better, you're welcome to come with us - Maybe Steve can sneak some time off and come too - about noon?"

"Can't make it at noon but you go on ahead and I'll come over later in the whaler." She waved and ran on down to her car.

There are a thousand 'Shell Island's in Florida and ours was like the rest of them - a collection of sand bars that changed configuration with each tide. We found a half-moon bay, backed in and hand carried a small Danforth ashore. With nobody else in sight, Jack and I dropped our clothes on the sand and raced into the warm water. I'd had the foresight to bring a blanket off the boat and after about ten minutes of laughing and splashing, Jack picked me up and waded ashore for a delightful nooner-on-the-beach.

Our suntans are well developed but we didn't stay long in the direct sun. After another quick dip in the water, we took an air mattress and a jug of vodka-tonic topside and dozed away the afternoon in the shade of the Bimini. About four o'clock the sound of an approaching outboard aroused us and we quickly donned our bathing suits.

I was pleased to see that Linda had brought Steve with her - man what a hunk in nothing but swim shorts and a terry cloth jacket. Linda was an absolute doll in the briefest of Bikinis. The top didn't even completely cover her nipples. Jack let out a low whistle and I punched him on the biceps.

It was clear that neither had had much sun this year so while Jack was helping beach the whaler, I went below and got four cold beers and a couple of tubes of sunscreen. "If you two are going to spend much time out in this Florida sun, you'd better get some of this in you and on you." I quipped as I passed out the beer and tossed a tube of the lotion to Jack.

I went back to the boat for another blanket and when I returned, Jack was already applying the salve to Linda's back as she lay on her stomach. As he came to the Bikini top strings, he slipped the knot and lay them out to the sides.

"OK Steve, you need some of this too." I laid out the blanket and squeezed a large glob of sunscreen into my hand. Steve lay down on his belly and I straddled his hips to apply the ointment to his broad muscular back. I could feel the heat of his body on my legs against his buns and that old electricity began its race up and down the inside of my thighs - sparking across at the top. I worked up from the waist, massaging his shoulder blades and then kneading the muscles of his neck. I glanced sideways to notice that Jack had finished Linda's back and she had rolled over, leaving the skimpy bra' on the blanket. Her firm breasts pointed up with erect nipples and Jack, astride her, was gently working in the ointment.

"That's enough for the back, Steve." I commanded. "Roll over." I raised up but kept both knees on the blanket." As he worked over onto his back, he saw Jack lean forward and touch Linda's nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Linda shivered but didn't open her eyes.

Steve looked up at me and his lips formed a surprised "Oh?".

I just squirted a shot of sunscreen onto his belly button and set to spreading it. From his lower ribs, I worked my way up, moving forward until my puss was pressing on a firm obstacle which had developed inside Steve's swim trunks. My hands continued their slow circular motion over his chest while my hips joined in the rhythm of the massage. Steve responded with a faint side to side shimmy. I closed my eyes and coasted with the moment. I don't remember at what point I discarded my swim suit top.

I opened my eyes to see a faint smile on Steve's lips as he looked at me through half closed eyes. The blanket beside us was empty. I smiled back and bore down harder.

Suddenly, Steve's eyes snapped open and I felt a commotion on the other side of the flimsy material separating us. I grinned and slipped a hand between us to capture what I could of the viscous fluid.

"Mustn't waste such precious hormone cream." I grinned as I smeared it over my bosom. "Far superior to the best bust developer on the market."

He laughed and added his hands to the spreading of the unguent. "It's also beneficial taken internally."

I licked my fingers and put my hand back in his shorts. "There's not much left."

"The prescription can be renewed in less than an hour - special delivery."

I laughed. "Service with a smile?"

I picked up Linda's Bikini top and went to the boat as Steve ran into the water.

By the time I had put together another pitcher of vodka tonic, Steve had joined me and we went top-side to find Linda and Jack dozing bare ass on the air mattress. Linda sat up hurriedly and grinned sheepishly at Steve. I threw her Bikini top into the corner where she had discarded the flimsy bottom while Steve calmly removed his trunks and tossed them on too. I glanced sideways toward his limp dick and Linda broke into a big grin when she followed the direction of my eyes.

I removed the remaining half of my bathing suit and we sat cross-legged and demolished the jug of vodka while chatting about everything but what we'd been doing the past hour.

As the shadows lengthened, Jack took the barbecue ashore and got it started while I went to the galley and got out the salad and steaks. I handed the salad to Linda and told her I'd join them when I had the steaks marinated. As she left, Steve came in and asked what he could do. He put his arms around me from behind and cupped my breasts in his hands.

"Do you realize they're one up on us?" I felt a firm rod intruding between my thighs.

"Can't have that." I laughed as I took his hand and led him to the forward V-bunks: the salon fold-out sofa is too much bother to open and the stateroom is reserved for Jack.

I had no desire for further foreplay; I just wanted that beautiful ugly monster Steve was pointing at me. I separated my knees as I lay back and Steve had the large shiny head sliding down between the lips, searching for the entry before my shoulders hit the mattress. As he slid smoothly in, I was filled with a warm flush of pleasure which carried me back to days gone by - the first time I had taken a man into my body - the instinctive rejection - the near panic. As Steve began the long slow stroking, I recalled the tentative acceptance of that first invasion, then the happy glow that spread up through my breasts and filled my loins with a joyful longing for more -deeper.

Steve seemed to read my moods and followed the sequence perfectly; - the deep heavy strokes increasing in tempo until I cried out "More - now - come to me -come inside me - fill me - -"

And he came to me - in great rushing spurts he came to me.

I didn't climax, just as I hadn't climaxed that day many moons ago, But I didn't mind. I was happy and contented. This was how I wanted it.

We lay on our sides for some time just smiling and gently kissing, our legs entwined and Beauregard slowly shrinking inside me.

Minor vibrations and subdued laughter from topside told us that Linda and Jack were not missing our presence.

"Steve, I told Jack about my eighteenth birthday party and the summer in Jacksonville, back before I met him. God, Steve, when you stood up to be introduced to the club, I creamed my panties. You have no idea what ends I went to to meet Linda and invite her here today."

He kissed me on the nose. "That's OK, I told Linda too. She thinks today is an adorable idea - her words. She spent two hours on the web last night tracing down her first lover."

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