It was one of those beautiful early Autumn days, and it was the Autumnal Equinox. I had turned fifteen almost a month earlier, and I was taking advant...ge of my favorite birthday present, permission from my parents to take the sailboat out solo. I had packed my rock gear, and a couple days worth of food. The small galley on board made meals pretty painless, but I'd brought our camp grill and a bag of charcoal, with the intention of grilling a steak for dinner. It had been my intention to pack. I blushed as I did so, and again my pussy twitched. I picked up a pink set and look at the packaging. These puzzled me, I've not seen them before and didn't really know what they would do. But I picked them up as told. I really just wanted to get back to the car and rub my clit like crazy until I came. Next I was told to find some breast bondage things, but they were easy to find, so again I had to ask. I was shown a nipple clamp, nipple pump or some rope, all in front of the other people in. He told me about himself. One day while we were having a casual conversation, he popped a personal question. "Are you gay?" he asked nervously. I was stunned by the question but answered saying, "Yes, I am."Ok, cool. I'm bi" he said obviously relieved.Lat that night, he called me into his office. Everyone else had left so I didn't know what was going on. He told me to sit down in one of the chairs that faced his desk. As I sat down, he said with a lustful grin, "Let's have a little fun." I. "It's one of the things I've missed this past year."Mike took my hand. "I took a dance class a couple semesters ago as one of my electives. Needed one more credit for a full time load, didn't want to bog down in something academic." He shrugged. "I can't promise how much I'll remember, but I'd be happy to give it a go." He lifted my hand slightly and bowed over it.I couldn't help grinning. "You can't be serious." Why not?"I cast a dubious glance at my jeans--the nice ones this time, but.