It took placeon September 1985. This is my first story ever and Ihope you’ll like it.I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama near Athens, packedmy c...othes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join anice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands.It was going to be a long and boring train – ferry –train of about three days until I reach Maud inAmsterdam.I hadn’t have sex in the last two weeks and was quitehorny from the sea breeze and the Mediterranean. Very slowly, he moved to the back of her knees, kissing and stroking his way upwards. The thought of kissing and licking her behind was turning him on beyond control. With his finger on the top of her panties, he traced down her crack between her legs, slightly pushing her inner thighs apart. He could feel her wetness below her panties and her erotic aroma was mixing with his breath. He knew, soon he would be pushing his tongue deep in her wet cunt. He caressed her labia and inner thighs as he. The woman at the swimming pool back home, with the crotch of her loosely fitted bathing suit hanging open, revealing -- presumably inadvertently, a hairy, sexy pussy on display to anyone who happened to look her way.The woman ahead of me at the supermarket checkout counter, revealing both of her lovely bare breasts every time she leaned down to pick another item out of her cart.-- All treasured memories, but none, ever, quite as stunning as today's. Two gorgeous young women, stone-nekkid, for. It seemed we all knew each other for years. As I was talking to Sarah I could swear I could see her naked pussy as a strong gust of wind blew her dress up. She did not even try to do anything about it and if nothing has happened she sipped her cold beer. From the corner of my eyes I looked at Jacque and her eyes did not miss anything. Her sight was focused on Sarah’s crotch hoping for another gust of hot wind. I know my wife, and her constant changing of positions was either that the chair was.