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My wife and I have a small sailboat we keep on a the Great Lakes. It’s old but in really nice condition, and capable of cruising for days non-stop, which we do from time to time with a crew of friends, but usually we just daysail around our home area. That’s what we were up to on a nice hot day last summer. Under blues skies with small puffy white clouds, we had a nice breeze and had worked our way upwind, tacking back and forth, and were now about 7 or 8 miles offshore. Other boats could be seen in the distance – you could just barely make out the shapes of people on board – but on our current course, none would cross within a half mile of us, if that. As the breeze dropped a bit, I decided to turn more across the wind, and the boat settled into a nice gentle pace. We’d been in the full, hot sun for a while now, and it was time to reapply some sunscreen. So I offered the helm to my wife, and she took over steering. My wife and I made it past 40 a few years ago, but are still active and in good shape. She has a great body and incredible breasts, not huge, but large. Perfect in my book. Sometimes she complains that they are too big, but I assure her they’re just right. Anyway… As the day warmed up, she had shed her loose fitting shirt and was left wearing a sports bra that, while not too revealing, did enhance her shape and showed some teasing cleavage. With it, she wore shorts and a cap. She has a bikini, but sadly Acıbadem escort doesn’t wear in that often. I sat down in the cockpit and grabbed a bottle of water and took off my sailing gloves. After a couple sips of water, I looked over to my wife at the helm, a sight I never get tired of, and asked if she needed anything. “No, I’m good,” she said. “Are we staying on this course?” “Yeah, I’m liking it.” I went below deck into the shady cabin. I tossed my gloves and cap on the nav-station table and checked a few items to verify all was well with the boat and our course. I found a bottle of sunscreen and sat down on the settee. We’re both pretty fair-skinned, northern European types, so we don’t skimp on the stuff. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt to start the process of applying the sunscreen. Standing there, I was thinking that what I’d really like to do is get naked for the rest of the sail. My heart began racing. I’d only done this a couple times before. The first time, and the second time for that matter, my wife had been quite surprised, a little embarrassed, and felt a bit awkward I think. But, she rolled with it. I think she correlates ‘outdoors’ with ‘public,’ even though we’re alone and out of sight of anyone. And actually, the first time, she even humored me for a spell by being topless herself before changing into her swimming top. While standing there with her Kaynarca escort bayan gorgeous boobs in the bright daylight, she had me put sunscreen on her back and shoulders. Turning around, she said, “Now the part I know you really want to do.” And with extra attention, I generously applied the creamy lotion to her tits and cupping them, massaged it in. She didn’t stay topless too long. We had to gybe the boat, and she felt awkward doing the task with her breast bare, and that was that. I didn’t know what would happen this time. I’d like it if she’d shed some clothing, but I was fairly sure she’d stay clothed. I knew from experience, however, that I genuinely enjoyed being naked on the boat. I feel a certain erotic charge out of the confluence of being nude while she’s clothed, and while sailing. I also was thrilled by the casualness of it mixed with an outright exhibitionism of it. So, with nervous excitement, I pulled off my shorts, put on a floppy, wide-brim hat and headed back to the cockpit with the bottle of sunscreen. I was met with a ‘here-you-go-again’ sigh. “I was wondering how long it’d be before you got naked again.” “Well, it’s a pretty nice day out,” I justified. “Don’t get sunburned,” she warned. “That could be especially painful. Nice hat.” “I plan to be very careful,” I ensured. “Why don’t you get naked too, you never know if we’ll get another day like today.” Escort Aydınlı “No, I’m ok with what I’ve got on.” I sat down and started applying the sunscreen to my feet and legs, then skipped up to my stomach and chest. With a fresh squeeze of lotion in my hand I lathered it on to my cock and balls. I was limp, so I made sure to pull on the foreskin and massage it in. I intentionally did it in a way like masturbating, and this got me a little more swollen. My wife continued to steer the boat. I stretched my legs across the cockpit and rested my feet on the other bench, and soaked in the day. We sailed on for awhile, talking some and pointing out things. Occasionally, I would get up and adjust the sails. After awhile my wife said she wanted a snack, so I when below and dug out a bag of grapes from the icebox. I handed her a few and set the bag down nearby. “You can put the auto pilot on if you want,” I said. This device steers the boat on its heading automatically and frees us up from the helm. She engaged it, and moved forward taking a seat next to my feet and continued to snack on the occasional grape. I picked up my cell phone and checked the weather radar, and surreptitiously snapped a quick photo of her looking out at the lake and made sure to include my half limp cock in the shot. As time went on, my cock would stiffen up a bit then soften. After awhile, I consciously tried to keep it just less than erect, but it continued to soften and harden on its own. Occasionally, I’d run my hand down my stomach and over my cock and tug on it a bit to “adjust” things. What I really was desiring to do was slowly masturbate there in the open. At one point my wife said she saw that a motorboat was going to cross in front of us.

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