I ‘grew up on the East Coast of Florida—until I turned ten, both of my brothers sailed so I learned early. My step father had a place on Chesapeak... Bay—everybody sailed. There were always sailing clubs associated with the Navy/Marine Corps bases to which I was assigned.’ ‘I haven’t sailed in years, but my dad’s career in the Corps often put our family near the water. I used to love to sail—did it every time I could when I was younger. There hasn’t been much time over the last few years, but I. I nod and pout playfully as the curtain is pulled open by a stewardess who seems to be about Michaels age, shes blonde and bodacious and could be a stripper with her body. She smiles at Michael and looks at me, assuming that Im just his daughter no doubt, All buckled in? I nod and she looks down at Michaels crotch, which has a small bulge from our make out session and she leans down and touches his seat belt, pretending to check it but really just wanting to get close to his bulge. I have to. And horny.Crap. This is stupid. I stood up. Why not? Do it! I stripped off my t-shirt, shorts and sandals. Slipped off my bra and panties. It's safe, I was thinking. They won't be here for hours.I stepped out on the veranda. No one could see me, though for a second I thought maybe it wouldn't be bad if they could. Barest hint of a breeze on my skin. A tingle, too. Still hot. Crap. I promised Coach I'd do floor work every day during break. You think wrestlers only need arms and shoulders? Look. I caressed those glorious tits, feeling their delicious fleshiness. I twisted her nipples gently and was rewarded with a groan of "More!" into my mouth. Like a gentleman, I obliged. Lifting up her sweatshirt to expose her tits, I got down on my knees and took her nipples into my mouth; sucking, licking, flicking my tongue back and forth, bringing them both into my mouth at once. I'm about 5'11" so even on my knees, I had great access to her tits. Liz breathed like a marathon runner, glancing.