Page 21 of Sailor's Delight

“Dude, you nasty!” The mingled cries from the young men overlapped as they slunk away, accompanied by cheers and the sound of applause. Dozens of onlooking passengers, most of them women, cheered the upset in the pool, whistling for Trey and booing the group of men who fled, flashing middle fingers and grumbling as they went.

Trey bowed briefly, smiling, then dropped low into the water and slowly hopped back to his spot. Jenn was waiting for him. When he sat down beside her, she scooted closer, pressing her thigh and side tight against his.

Placing her mouth close enough to his ear that he had to resist the urge to pull away at the tickle, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said, laughing quietly. He returned several of the smiles and nods he received from women around the pool deck.

“How did you know that would work?” Jenn asked, scooping water from the pool and wetting her shoulders. Trey watched the water bead up at first and run off, then gradually spread and run in rivulets down her chest, leaving the skin shiny and smooth, dimly reflecting the lights of the dance. He felt a rush of blood to his extremity, pushing briefly against the flimsy fabric of his swim trunks.

“They were macho guys. There’s nothing macho guys hate more than being treated the same way they treat women.”

“Hmm.” Jenn hummed softly. It was almost a low loan. Trey felt another rush of blood, and his heart started to beat when he realized she was playing with him. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Her mouth was back at his ear, and this time her whisper was a seductive breath. “Well, thank you. Howeverwill I repay you?”

Beneath the water, her hand brushed down the top of his trunks, following the outline of his growing cock, even as it shifted with another large rush of circulation. Not here! Not now! There were far too many people: too many witnesses! He laughed nervously and placed his hand on top of hers, guiding it away from his shorts, down his leg to his knee.

She looked at him playfully, narrowing her eyes in challenge.

“Gonna play hard to get? Challenge… accepted.”

With that, Jenn kissed him lightly on the cheek, then proceeded to throw her legs over the top of his and scoot up onto his lap. Hooking her arms around his neck, she said, loudly enough for those around them to hear, “What would I have done without you?” She pulled him into a tight hug.

The soft swell of her next-to-bare breasts pushing against his chest was simply too much. In a series of pumping throbs, his cock expanded like an inflating balloon, trapped between both their legs. Trey heard Jenn chuckle quietly.

“There he is,” she whispered quietly enough for only Trey to hear.

There were several claps, laughs, and whistles as persistent onlookers, maybe still watching out of interest from Trey’s display earlier, shouted approval and encouragement. Emboldened, Jenn pulled back slightly, looking around and even smiling back at some of the cheerleaders.

Trey panicked. He couldn’t do what needed to be done here. There was no way that this was happening here, now.

Jenn, encouraged by the positive support of the crowd, spun around on Trey’s lap and laid back against his chest, letting her head rest against his shoulder. She peered up at him, smiling.

Looking down at her, Trey’s eyes were drawn past her smile to her breasts, just above the waterline, where he could see the outlines of her nipples straining hard against the tiny strips of fabric that covered them. His penis strained uncomfortably against the seam of his swim trunks.

Feeling the pressure against her bare cheeks, Jenn bit her lower lip mischievously. Her right hand disappeared below the water line. Trey rediscovered it when he felt eager fingers pushing across his thigh toward his cock. Behind his glasses, Trey’s eyes widened.

“Jenn— “

“Just go with it,” Jenn whispered. Her fingers clenched around his cock. She unclenched and slid her hand slowly up and down the length of his shaft, still inside his suit.

Despite his best efforts, Trey’s breath caught in his throat and every muscle in his body tensed. A quiet moan sounded deep in his throat.

Jenn grinned, laying her head back on his shoulder and arching her back, thrusting her breasts out of the water and into the air in front of them. There were a few more cheers and whistles.

“Jenn, stop.”

“Why would I stop? They are all loving this!” Jenn was reacting to the cheers of the crowd now. A young woman’s voice yelled, “Get it, girl!” Jenn began thrusting back and forth on Trey’s lap, sliding her cheeks across his swim trunks. More cheers.

Jenn let out a whoop of her own.

“Jenn, please stop. This isn’t you.” It was all Trey could do to get the words out. Jenn’s persistent thrusting had shifted his now-fully-erect penis until it was in line with her crack. She hummed again.

“Slide forward and lean back.”

“What? Why?”

Jenn smiled and slid her hand up toward Trey’s belly, forcing her fingertips under the lip of his trunks. “Cause I wanna ride your cock.”