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Continued
Cindy was a pretty little dishwater blond with a long lean body; Beth was more full-figured than the others. They smiled and waved to me. I became aware that Beth had her eyes glued on my crotch. At first I thought of turning away, but then decided to remain facing her.
"I even bought a new suit just for this trip," Lauren said. "Want to see it?"
"Sure," I said.
She grabbed at the hem of the large t-shirt she had on and pulled it up over her head to reveal a very small red string bikini. I couldn't tell which triangle was smaller, the ones that barely covered her tits, or the one that hardly covered her little pussy. They were all so small and left nothing to the imagination as to the contours of her nipples or twat. She spun around for all to see that the suit fell just inside her existing tan lines.
"My, God, Lauren," remarked Gretchen. "You've become such a show off!"
"When you got it, flaunt it. Isn't that what you told me?" Lauren said not showing any inclination toward covering herself. "Besides you should see Gretch's."
"Oh, yeah?" said Cindy. "How about it?"
"I'll wait, thank you," Gretchen said, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Besides Laurie got me drunk at the mall the other night and talked me into buying it."
"Come on, Gretch," Lauren said, prodding her friend. "We're all friends here. Give Johnny a treat!"
I just smiled shyly at Gretchen who certainly wasn't as uninhibited as her friend. Gretchen reluctantly stood up fully and pulled her little sundress up and over her head. As she shook her full head of long thick wavy blond hair about her shoulders I checked out her suit. It was orange and consisted of two narrow strips of material the rose up from her crotch to scarcely cover her full breasts then crisscrossed down her back and disappeared into the crack of her ass. There was a string woven through about her waist to more or less keep everything together, but gorgeous flashes of her pale blond skin showed through everywhere.
"Wow," said Cindy.
"That is one hell of a swim suit!" I said as she spun around a couple of times.
"I can't believe I'm wearing this," Gretchen remarked with the flush of embarrassment still reddening her cheeks. "It feels like I've got nothing on."
"You don't," said Beth. "I'd never have the nerve to try that on, much less wear it in public."
"Well, where Suzy is taking us isn't exactly public," said Cindy.
"And just where the hell is she anyway?" said Gretchen pulling her sundress back on.
"She called a while ago to say she was running late," Lauren replied.
Just then, timing being what it is, a red Mustang GT came roaring around the corner and pulled up in front with a screech. A gorgeous redhead came flying out of the little convertible. She grabbed a bag from the back seat and ran up to the lawn.
"Sorry I'm so late, but Kevin just wouldn't let me get out of the house this morning. She wore a skimpy little black bikini under a mesh cover up. "One thing lead to another and well here I am. Are you guys ready?"
Yeah," they all sang out almost in unison.
"Let's grab our stuff and go," said Lauren, pulling her t-shirt back on.
"Well, I'd better get going," I said as the girls moved back toward the house to get their stuff. I moved away down toward the sidewalk. "Sounds like you'll have a great time. Have fun!"
"Wait a minute, Johnny," Lauren called out to me. "Say, Suzy. I thought you were going to drive your mom's van today."
A funny look sprang across Suzy's face.
"Ohmygod!" she said. "I forgot all about that."
"We can't all fit in my Jeep," Lauren said.
"Not in mine either," said Gretchen.
Beth shook her head as well.
"What are we going to do now?" Suzy asked.
"Say, Johnny" Lauren said sidling up to me. "What are you doing this afternoon?"
I could see her glance across the street at my minivan and hear the wheels turning in her cute little head.
"You want to borrow my van?" I asked.
"Not exactly," Lauren said. "How would you like to drive us, I mean if your wife doesn't mind?"
"Well, she's up North with the kids this weekend. Do I get to ride on the boat?" I said in an excited little boy voice.
"What do you say, girls," Lauren called out to the others.
"There's just going to be Ron and a couple of the deck hands," Suzy replied. "Maybe he can keep them company."
The others shrugged or smiled.
"Then why don't you grab your stuff and wheel your van over. I think we're all ready to roll."
"Uh, sure."
It took only a couple of minutes for me to toss a change of clothes and beach towel into a bag and get the girls loaded up. Suzy sat up front since she was the only one who knew the directions. The others split up in the back seats. Lauren put herself in the middle seat so that every time I glanced in the rear view mirror there was her cute little face. She started to play this game of licking her lips seductively whenever she saw me look back through the mirror.
"Turn on the radio," Cindy said.
I switched on the radio. Being a fan of big band jazz, there was a CD already loaded in the player. The strains of Billy May's band lead to a swinging tune sung by Bobby Darin. A couple of the girls looked at me out of the corner of their eyes, but Gretchen and Lauren seemed to dig it.
"I like swing music," said Lauren.
"I'll put something else on if you want," I suggested.
"That's okay," said Suzy coolly. "This is all right."
It took about hour to get across town to where the boat was docked. The drive took us along a large canal lined with docks and boathouses and walkways. The farther we drove along the bigger were the boathouses, although many of the docks were empty, given the beautiful day. Finally Suzy directed me to park near a large boathouse at the end of the drive.
"I can hear it," Suzy said as she led us up to the building. "Ron must have it out and ready for us."
She led us through a gate on the side and out along the walkway. Just past the corner of the boathouse I caught a glimpse of it. It wasn't just a Hatteras; it was a 65-foot Hatteras resting in its dock, gleaming white in the bright sunlight. I had heard about them from friends who were into boating but this was more than I expected.
"It's about time, Suzanne!" called out an older guy wearing a captain's hat.
"Hi, Ron," Suzy said greeting him with a polite, social hug.
"Welcome to the Cormorant," he said as he welcomed us aboard, paying special attention to young ladies of course as Suzy introduced each of us.
Mike and Tim, the deck hands, gave us a brief tour of the ship, from the richly paneled stateroom to the smaller cabins, the plush dining room to the spacious sundeck. This was like a floating palace with fine wood, plush appointments and polished brass everywhere
"I guess you'll be the only one who wants to see the engine room," Mike said to me with a wink before taking me down to show off the twin V12 diesel engines that were clean enough to eat from. I complimented them on how impressed I was with the boat and they seemed rightly proud. After taking a look around, Mike brought me back up and excused himself.
"We'll be putting off a few minutes, so back to work," he said with a wave.
The girls had settled back on the sundeck when I emerged from below deck following my tour. The sundeck was large with padded seating around the railing and a handful of lounge chairs and tables set up for sunbathing and relaxing. They had all stripped down to their swimsuits and had helped themselves to the bar, judging from the wine glasses at their sides. There was Lauren in her tiny red string bikini, Gretchen in her orange strip thing; Cindy in a green flowery two-piece; Beth in a modest tankini; and Suzy in her little black bikini. I took a seat at the back railing and enjoyed watching the young lovelies applying their sunscreen.
Reclining to take in the rays, made me think of what heaven must look like. I pulled my shirt off and leaned back against the railing, letting the sun and breeze flow over me. The Cormorant was moving smoothly out from the channel and onto the lake. A great feeling swept over me as I looked down at a few of the other craft that were making their way through the sparkling great lake. For the day I could pretend to have it all, I guessed.
"There's beer in the fridge, if you want," Suzy called over to me.
"Thanks," I replied, getting up slowly. "Don't mind if I do."
I helped myself to an ice cold Heineken and stepped back out into the sun. This is getting better and better, I thought.
"Excuse me, Suzy," I said taking a seat next to our hostess. "But what does your father do?"
She looked at me for a moment and then smiled.
"He's a business vulture," she said, sounding sort of bored. "He buys up failing companies, keeps the best pieces and liquidates the rest."
"So how'd he end up with this?"
"It's a long story, but let's just say that he picked it up after the dot com stock market fallout."
"Whatever, this is a beautiful ship. Just beautiful."
"Thanks," she said glancing over my way. "He only lets me use it a couple of times each year when they don't need it for entertaining customers."
"Well, thanks again."
"Say, you don't mind if I ask you a personal question do you?" she said, lowering her voice and glancing over at Lauren, as if making sure her friend couldn't hear.
"No, not at all."
"Is there anything going on between you and Lauren?"
"Like what?" I said surprised by her question. "We're just neighbors."
"Yeah, but I've heard about you two from the others. I think she really likes you."
"Hey, I'm a married man, you know. And besides, she's got to be half my age. If anything is going on it's just innocent play."
"Well it didn't take you too long to agree to drive us."
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