Your hips grind against my thigh faster as your hands move into my hair pulling and scratching at the base of my skull. I move my left hand down to th... top of your jeans pulling the button and zip open, I slide my hand into your knickers. My right hand moves around your body to your arse and kneads the flesh as I pull you roughly against me, I move my other hand further down to your clit…Someone bangs on the cubical door, we pull away from each other gasping for air. I look at you and your. . This trip... Things don't feel normal. Melanie was so quiet on Friday, even her mother looked concerned and asked her if she was feeling okay. Weather-wise, it was a very stormy day. Melanie told her parents she was feeling seasick. Her dad nodded and started our trip back early. Melanie tried to rest, first in the dining / living area and then she retreated to our stateroom. She took a big nap in the afternoon, and looked a little better by evening.Melanie and I, we haven't spoken, nothing. I’ve never seen you come so close to an accident.”“Your bikini’s fault,” I observed.Rory grinned. “You like it?”I nodded, smiling. “I think women are far sexier in lingerie or bikinis than when they’re bare-assed naked. Certainly more erotic.”Rory contemplated me for a moment. She smiled. “So, I’m a woman?”I nodded. “You have all the requisite parts.”She laughed and glanced around at the other boats, all a fair distance from us. “It’s not very private here. Well, no matter. We can still have. She was maybe 105 lbs soaking wet, so I figured that three was plenty for her. She had found my stereo system that was hooked up to the TV and proceeded to turn on some of the same crap she had been playing in my car. Only this time, she was rocking her little hips to it, so I didn’t mind. The way the sides of her dress clung to her smooth legs when she would move far enough to one side was almost too much to bear. The thoughts going on in my head were so wrong that it was hard to accept. I.