Lessons in Carnal Knowledge

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and HelenUK44))​

IC: Robby Westbrook Jr.

One would think that life being the only son of one the five wealthiest men on earth would be easy. But for Robby it was anything but. It had been a year since he'd last seen his father. He had graduated from his boarding school last month only to find his father's assistant Jaunita there to celebrate his accomplishment with him not his own father. She had told him he was too busy finalizing a deal over in Mumbai. His own father was not there. That wasn't surprising he was always an afterthought to Robert Westbrook.

He had flown from Geneva down here to Monaco. Apparently the old man had arranged a voyage on the private yacht with some sort of special tutor. Though he wasn't sure which subject he was to be tutored in considering he'd just graduated from school. He supposed it could be to help him get into Yale or Columbia but his father's name would make them jump to give him a full ride scholarship there. Those prestigious schools in the States would sooner chew off their own arm than turrn down than getting a chance to have a new Robert Westbrook Sr. Science or Law building. Not that he'd accept it if they did. He was determined to make his own way without his father's long distance hovering.

Robby frowned at this. He did not want to spend his summer break with some stuffy old guy droning on about whatever his father wanted him to learn on a boat he couldn't escape from. He wished he knew what the plan was. Jaunita was a little vague on that too, and no one knew the old man's plans better than her.

They pulled up at the pier where his father's super yacht was docked. The one-hundred-meter Siren Song of the Sea was technically bought for Robby's mother when they were married. His mother loved going on sea voyages before the breast cancer had taken her life and pretty much destroyed the family. Robby's father threw himself into work and building his fortune to higher and higher heights of wealth and extravagance and indulging in only casual flings with women, and then there was Robby shuffled off to Swiss boarding schools and virtually forgotten until moments like this one where Robert Westbrook remembered what a shit father he was and made some sort of grand gesture to make up for it. His first car was a Lamborghini and it had been Jaunita not his father who had taught him to drive the thing.

Jaunita opened the trunk and handed him the luggage she had packed for him. "Oh it's not going to be that bad, young Mr. Westbrook. Do you know how many people would love to spend a summer sailing the Mediterranean in your place?"

"And you swear you have no idea who this tutor is, Juanita?" He asked hefting the bags up over his shoulder. Just what did she put in these? They felt like they weighed a ton. "I don't like him controlling my life anymore. I am a man now, damn it."

"Whatever it is I am sure it will be fine." The sound of the trunk of her Mercedes was resounding on the pier. "Senor Westbrook loves you in his own way. I-" Her phone interrupted her and she instantly had to ear taken a million miles away to deal with some financial snare up in his dad's project in Dubai.

Sighing heavily Robby made for the boat. Might as well get this summer from hell on the high seas started. The Yacht's crew came out to meet him taking his heavy bags from his shoulders. One was a cute redhead girl somewhere around his own age who smiled at him and he could feel the blood pounding in his head as his cheeks reddened instantly. "I uh...thanks...uh...thank you." He managed to squeak out to her. God, he hated how girls made him just freeze up like this.

"Young Mister Westbrook," The elderly captain said officiously, "Your special guest is already on board, and we will set off underway as soon as you settle in."

Jaunita was already in her Mercedes a million miles away. He was on his own again it seemed. What else was new.

He went up the gangway to board the yacht. He supposed he should meet whoever he was going to be stuck with. He imagined an overweight old man with a big bushy mustache and receding hairline with his face stuck in a book rather than the beauty of the Mediterranean all around them. He went inside the yacht to the living quarters that opened up to an outdoor sun deck and pool, and found someone there. It was not the old academic he had imagined. This was not the old academic he imagined at all.

She was a woman, a few years older than he was, and absolutely, mind-meltingly gorgeous. She wore a brightly colored silken sarong over her bikini covering it, but it did nothing to conceal any of her womanly charms. She held in one hand a glass of wine as she sat watching the beauty of the sea.

the boat gave a lurch as it started parting from the pier and onto its summer-long voyage.

She looked at him and gave him a winning smile. He could feel his heartbeat in the tips of his ears as he blushed. He didn't know where to look at her either for that matter. She was so beautiful anywhere on her body seemed entirely vulgar to focus his gaze upon. Breasts, smile, deep brilliant eyes, long legs. Oh god, he was starting to get a boner just looking at her. "I ah....uhmmm...who-who are you?"​

 

[HelenUK44]

Liz Martinelli had been brought up well enjoying the best private education in English schools. Her parents were wealthy for they owned and ran an international art and antiques business. They were known to the authorities but they were careful and had amassed considerable wealth. It was convenient to them for Liz to board and once she had overcome her initial homesickness she thrived, learning how to get along with others and achieve the best for herself. She always looked to utilise what she had at her disposal.

With boarding it was inevitable that she would be a somewhat distant from those parents which left her with a sense of loneliness which she kept to herself as much as possible but also led to some counselling sessions so that she came to understand the real her and what her needs were to thrive in the world.

Liz grew early and developed breasts and a curvaceous nature to her figure which was enhanced by her long legs. That gave her a very attractive look and she was soon receiving attention from men. Her natural confidence and charism led her to build on that interest and she learnt that with the right connections she could thrive. On leaving education she worked in the family business charming clients and customers alike and bringing increased profits.

It was a lack of recognition that disappointed her. Liz knew that it was her parents’ business but it was the way they spoke down to her that aggravated her the most. It was true that they had paid for her education but did not mean that she was their chattel and a body for them to use when they wanted to seal a deal. Sex she was good at but she wanted to choose who she had it with and not her parents who were forever profit hungry. Thus Liz left their business and went on her own. She planned the move and had made connections with the right agencies. She slept with the right people for good money, really good money. So much so that she became wealthy from her life as an escort with a little bit of art dealing on the side. Her parents’ business had given her a good grounding which she was not going to waste.

It was not a life that Liz particularly enjoyed and she was looking to the future and change when she accepted a weekend booking from a businessman by the name of Robert Westwood Senior. She did her research and learnt about the man and the previous family tragedy. She also noticed that her look was some likeness to that of his late wife when of a similar age. She played the part to perfection. It was in the dark in his bed that first night that they began a relationship of intimacy. Seductive kisses brought an erect penis for the father which Liz took willingly into her vagina. She moved her legs to give him the best angle for missionary penetration and encouraged him with her hips and her words. It didn’t take long before the father’s body was in orgasm, shooting sperm deep into Liz’s body and whispering the name of his late wife.

‘I’m sorry, I’m really sorry’ he said to her but she was having none of it. ‘I’m proud, really proud that you could see me that way’.

So their relationship was born and developed in such a way that Senior entrusted the sexual education of his son to her. There was a contract of course with stage payments and terms and conditions and understandings. They discussed agreed and planned. Much background work had been carried out by the time Liz sat waiting on the boat waiting for young Robby to arrive. She was confident and comfortable as she sipped her wine in the sun.

As Robby asked ‘who are you?’ Liz extended her hand towards him and said in relaxed tone ‘I am Liz part time international art and antiques dealer and your companion for this exciting journey. Yes Robby it is my intention to excite you and develop you. Not just so you look at me and gawp as you are doing now but so that you have the confidence and wherewithal to know your own mind and how you might successfully seduce and enjoy me’

Liz smiled as she spoke, knowing that her scantily clad bosom was in his eye line ‘Now doesn’t that sound a worthwhile aim as we are on this wonderful vessel?’

She continued her conversation ‘your father has looked after me well but I have made it a condition of my engagement that he is to have no interference in what goes on between us. I have his full confidence Robby and this is just going to be you and me. Now why don’t you come and sit alongside me and we can get to know each other a bit before you treat my body to some of this sun cream oil?’

Liz reached to her side and picked up the bottle waving it in front of her face with a little smirk. ‘I am sure you are going to enjoy doing that!’ she told him. ‘But first tell me a bit about yourself’. Liz took a sip of her dry white wine. 'Do you like this stuff? What is your tipple? What do you like Robbie? She encouraged him, she asked open questions, she wanted them to become friends, she didn't feel that should be too difficult.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Robert (Robby) Westbrook Jr.

She looked at him and gave him a winning smile. He could feel his heartbeat in the tips of his ears as he blushed. He didn't know where to look at her either for that matter. She was so beautiful anywhere on her body seemed entirely vulgar to focus his gaze upon. Breasts, smile, deep brilliant eyes, long legs. Oh god, he was starting to get a boner just looking at her. "I ah....uhmmm...who-who are you?"

"I am Liz," She told him holding out her hand to calm him down, "Part time International art and antiques dealer and your companion for this exciting journey."

"Exciting journey," He repeated still unsure of where to look on her. She was like a supermodel or something and his eyes had a hard time staying on that beautiful face. Instead they were continually pulled downward like by the force of gravity itself towards her breasts or her legs the sarong did little to cover up. Her breasts were big, full, but not ridiculous, even under the veil of the sarong she wore they were mesmerizing to him. And the legs. They were long, the longest and smoothest he'd ever seen in his life. He wondered how they would feel if he reached out to touch them.

She continued seemingly entirely unfazed by the way his eyes seemed to hover over areas of her body. "Yes Robby it is my intention to excite and develop you. Not just so you look at me and gawp as you are doing now but so that you have the confidence and wherewithal to know your own mind and how you might successfully seduce and enjoy me’

"Seduce and enjoy you?" To continue his response to her words Robby had to shut his eyes closed and give his head a shake to clear this sorceress's spell on him. "I was told I would be tutored for furthering my education. Are you saying you're for...me and you...together...doing...you know..."

When he opened his eyes again it did not dispel anything. Her breasts were still right there calling his eyes to them like the Siren's did to Odysseus in the Odyssey.

Her smile was warm and inviting as she replied, "Now doesn't that sound a worthwhile aim as we are on this wonderful vessel."

He turned his head to look out over the water rather than her. It didn't help much. He knew she was still there behind him. A beautiful, the most beautiful woman, he'd ever seen just a few meters away from him. "Is my father paying you to do this?"

"Your father has looked after me well," Came her silken reply, "But I have made it a condition of my engagement that he is to have no interference in what goes on between us. I have his full confidence, Robby, and this is just going to be you and me. Now why don’t you come and sit alongside me and we can get to know each other a bit before you treat my body to some of this sun cream oil?"

He looked back at her looking at her imagining his hands running over her curvy perfect body smearing suntan lotion over every inch of it. Oh, oh god, he was blushing like an absolute fool again.

She gave him a knowing smirk swaying the bottle of lotion between them like a hypnotist's medallion. "I am sure you are going to enjoy doing that!" Then put the bottle down and gave him a measuring look adding. "But first tell me a bit about yourself."

There was a chair next to hers, but he chose to seat himself on the bench by the pool. He faced her, but there were a good eight to ten meters of so of safe distance between them. "A bit about me? There's not much to tell." He gave a deep sigh only eighteen-year-olds with the entire world set against them can truly give. "I can tell you I don't much like my father meddling with my life like this. Sorry, Liz-was it-but this isn't going to go like my dad wants it to. So, you don't have to do this, okay?"

She didn't seem fazed by what he said, instead she lifted the glass of white wine to those perfect supermodel lips and took a sip from it. "Do you like this stuff?"

"Wine," He blinked at the question. Why was she asking him about wine? And why did that make him focus on how God damned beautiful Liz was at the same time? He was blushing again, damn it! His answer came in a stuttered rambling mess that was more embarrassing than informative. "Uh...well...I...I guess it's alright, but not really what I like..."

Listening to his rambling awkward answer she immediately asked, "What is your tipple? What do you like, Robby?"

He blinked again not fully understanding how she was managing to draw him out, but he found himself doing just that, "Well...I guess I don't know enough to have an opinion about wines. The school I went to was pretty strict. Though one time some of the lads in my dorm snuck in some beers from town in. We all stayed up past curfew sharing them. I had wine before too though...it was red wine...it was okay. So, I guess white wine will be okay too, right?"

 

[HelenUK44]

'Well I am glad to hear it Bobby, that you got stuck into some beers with your mates at school'

It was good for Helen to hear that he was at least social with his peers. He just needed to translate that to the opposite sex

'Here have a sip of mine and see if you like it'

Helen took the opportunity of moving from her seat to the bench on which he was sitting by the pool to pass him her glass. She moved her body over, quite naturally, it was no big deal, she was engaging with him as a friend.

'Well do you like my white wine Bobby?'

Of course Helen knew that the wine was of the finest quality and far superior to anything that Bobby would have likely experienced in his school environment.

'Alcohol is a big lifter of inhibitions Bobby as you may already know but it can well, affect one's performance' she said with a giggle. 'So one needs to treat it with respect. Now much much wine to do think you are going to need before you smother me with all that sun cream of mine? I want us to have a good laugh about it. Hey you can even take a pic of me as you do it, you know and send it to your mates. That would increase your street cred. wouldn't it? I could have my uses you know. Don't tell them everything, just a few words to get them interested. I want us to be fun!'

'Let's be mates hey and have a good time, you can have mates of the opposite sex can't you?' said Helen as she almost naturally put her hand on his thigh before she whispered into his ear 'now where to you think I ought to lie, to get creamed my you, sun creamed that is?' she said with a little giggle to herself.

'

 

[Veroe]

IC: Rabby Westbrook Jr.

He blinked again not fully understanding how she was managing to draw him out, but he found himself doing just that, "Well...I guess I don't know enough to have an opinion about wines. The school I went to was pretty strict. Though one time some of the lads in my dorm snuck in some beers from town in. We all stayed up past curfew sharing them. I had wine before too though...it was red wine...it was okay. So, I guess white wine will be okay too, right?"

"Well, I am glad to hear it, Robby, that you got stuck into some beers with your mates at school." She said with a radiant smile on her gorgeous face, She offered him the wine glass in her hand, "Here have a sip of mine and see if you like it."

"Yours," He hesitated blushing. Helen got up from her seat all grace and beauty making her way over to him. The Mediterranean breeze playing with the sarong and her flowing silken tresses making a gorgeous and utterly sensual tableau that would be etched in his memory forever as she closed the distance between them effortlessly. She arrived in front of him and held out the glass of white wine for him to taste. Robby stared at the glass he could see the feintest marks from her lipstick on the edge. If he were to take it and drink from that glass his mouth would be touching the same surface hers had been. It was as much an indirect a kiss as possible, and it made his blush on his cheeks deepen.

Helen stood there a unbothered holding out the glass with a friendly smile on her face offering her wine.

"I-Uh...." He said raising his hands up to take the glass from her. His fingers touched hers and he pulled them away liked he'd done something horribly wrong. "S-sorry, I..." He took the glass by the top and lifted it to his face. He made a point to turn it so the marks from her lipstick were on the other side as he tipped it up and took a good sip of the wine. "...Sorry."

She bent down to his eye level saying with a playful little smile, "Well do you like my white wine, Robby?"

The wine was quite good. French, and a stellar example from a country renowned for stellar wines. It was smooth and fruity and did wonders to sooth his nerves. "It's okay," He told her, "I-uh-I like it actually."

Then he shook his head trying to clear it. She made a giggling sound like the tinkling of bells as she told him, "Alcohol is a big lifter of inhibitions, Robby, as you may already know, but it can well affect your performance."

"Performance," Robby repeated lowering the glass to his lap to shield just how much her touch on his thigh was affecting the erection in his pants that had refused to leave him alone from the first moment he had laid eyes on Helen. "What do you mean?"

"So one needs to treat it with respect." Helen went on as if discussing something as mundane as the weather to him, "Now, how much wine do you think you are going to need before you smother me with all that sun cream of mine?"

"Y-you want me to put sun cream on you," he said in alarm. This woman was performing some sort of black magic upon him drawing him along deeper and deeper into her web. He seemed utterly powerless to resist her. "I...do you think that would be okay?"

"I want us to have a good laugh about it." She confirmed for him with that confident yet friendly smile on her beautiful face. "Hey, you can even take a pic of me as you do it, you know and send it to your mates. That would increase your street cred. wouldn't it? I could have my uses you know. Don't tell them everything, just a few words to get them interested. I want us to be fun!"

"Fun?" He repeated her words again, mind tumbling over them. The erection in his pants failing to be hidden behind the wine glass gave a leap at that. The rotten traitor! Then she placed her hand on his thigh, and Robby jumped ten meters straight up into the air without ever leaving the bench. No, he was fixed there, in place, by a friendly smile, a playful glimmer in Helen's eye, and her hand on his thigh...touching him.

God, was it possible to die from getting to much of a erection?

"Let's be mates," She told him, "And have a good time. You can have mates of the opposite sex can't you?"

"Uh...yeah...I guess..." He stammered lost in the sheer presence of this woman...his tutor? "I mean...I'd like to, but, I don't know how to handle being around girls, especially pretty ones...it's always made me into a proper fool all tongue-tied and clumsy."

She leaned forward, and God, did she smell as good as she looked. Her words whispered into his ear, but he could feel each syllable as a finger tracing the hard cock in his pants. It was almost too much for him to handle. "Now, where do you think I ought to lie to get creamed by you?"

"Creamed by you!!!!" His eyes widened he had to shift on the bench in reaction to that very blatant innuendo.

He could hear a devious sense of humor in her words now that he found so very frightening and arousing at paradoxically the same time. She giggled as she corrected her words, "Sun creamed, that is?"

Robby stared at her dumbfounded mouth agape, Was this woman for real? Was she having a go with him? Or was she sincerely offering...what was she offering him? Just putting some sun cream on the back of woman out in the sun. Yeah, nothing to get too worked up about, right?

"I...I guess...you could lie wherever you like, Helen." He told her summoning all of his courage for this.... completely innocent and mundane thing to do for a woman. Never mind that she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

 

[HelenUK44]

He was a nice young guy, there was no doubt about that. In a way she felt sorry for him in that he was so naïve and nervous and she wanted to help him as a person. This was not so much about her and getting pleasure or indeed giving him some. She didn’t want to be an escort or a whore. Although she was being paid she wanted to do this naturally and from the heart. That way it would be so much more effective and indeed pleasurable for them both.

‘How about I lay out on the lounger over there on my front. I’ll just close my eyes and let your hands do all the work. We probably need to strengthen up your fingers a bit hey?’

‘Just move them a little into my muscles and remove the tension from my body. I do that once each morning, now there’s a bit of information for you to bank!’ said Helen almost just in passing. She continued ‘but it is never enough, believe me. You would have thought by now I would have got good it at. Later we can see if it is better with you!’

Helen felt she could see the alarm on Robby’s face. ‘Hey, it would be up to you, I’m not going to make you. I am just suggesting. We can keep our clothes on or have a go in the dark. Everybody gets themselves off, it’s natural. We can just do the natural together as friends. Helping each other out’

Helen was not sure that she had convinced him. It was a big step, the first really, of Helen suggesting something intimate and physical between them. She was paving the way, getting the idea into Robby’s head. She reckoned the cream massage would inevitably effect his penis and give it need for some form of attention to it. He needed to believe and understand that it just did not need to be him to do that and that although he would be getting the pleasure the person doing it for him would be quite happy also. Women liked sex and needed men. Men like Robby. So nice, so kissable, so young and so eligible. He would need to be careful and she would come to that later in his teachings. He needed to know the women to use and enjoy for their body and the women to court and respect for their company.

For now though Helen spread the towel and went on her front after she had handed him the cream.

‘Take your time, get used to your work, nice and gently will do it’ she whispered as she felt his hands for the first time. ‘That’s it, nice and smooth. She felt the liquid, closed her eyes and gently relaxed. She looked to move with him. A little later she moved her thighs apart.

‘You can pull them down a bit if you want, my bottoms and give my cheeks a going over. I doubt if they are much different than so many others’ she said to him.

In a few minutes time Helen turned and sat up a little. ‘That was well done Bobby, I hope I did not get you shaking too much’. Then instinctively she reached behind her and undid the clasp of the bikini top which she pulled off and lay to the side as if it were an everyday occurrence. Not for Bobby, she knew, but she wanted her attitude to help him. Showing off boobs was no big for her and so many girls in the sun. Bobby just needed to be part of that and gain some experience of a woman’s body.

‘And now to my front’ she said with a smirk ‘and yes please as you’re offering I’ll have my boobs done please’

Bobby needed to know that girls could make intimate demands and here she was rather doing that. Just a simple thing really. But he needed to be able to show he was not a wimp and could do his share when there was a needy woman around and not succumb to embarrassment. That would boost his confidence and attractiveness to women no end.

‘Hey, they’re not bad looking. They’ve been firmer but I don’t have the sag yet do I? Show me through your fingers how much you like them. Oh yes and the nipples, they are part of my breasts and not out of bounds. Let me see what you can do with them and we’ll discuss how good it’s been later’

Helen could see that she had perhaps gone too far, but she was not going back now. She took the bottle and sprayed some liquid over the front and started to rub it in. ‘Look, this is how it goes. Easy isn’t it. Now you just come and take over’

 

[Veroe]

IC: Robby Westbrook Jr.

"I...I guess...you could lie wherever you like, Helen." He told her summoning all of his courage for this.... completely innocent and mundane thing to do for a woman. Never mind that she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

Was this woman for real? Robby couldn't believe she was. The very notion that she was here to tutor him on...sexual stuff...was too incredible to believe. He couldn't wrap his brain around it.

"How about I lay out on the lounger over there on my front. I’ll just close my eyes and let your hands do all the work." She said turning towards the deck chair she'd indicated. Her hands reached up to pull on the knot of the sarong she wore. "We probably need to strengthen up your fingers a bit hey?"
"Just move them a little into my muscles and remove the tension from my body." He gasped as the untied sarong slid down to floor giving him quite the eyeful of her perfect curvy body in a teeny tiny bikini that covered up the areas she wanted them to, but at the same time did not obscure any of the bounty her body had to offer for his gaze, Casually, she went on with the monologue she'd been on, adding, "I do that once each morning, now, there’s a bit of information for you to bank!’ She reached the lounger and looked back at him adding, "but it is never enough, believe me. You would have thought by now I would have got good it at. Later we can see if it is better with you!"
Robby just looked back at her an expression of shocked silence etched on his face.

"Hey, it would be up to you," She added comfortingly, "I’m not going to make you. I am just suggesting. We can keep our clothes on or have a go in the dark. Everybody gets themselves off, it’s natural. We can just do the natural together as friends. Helping each other out"
This woman could not be for real. She had to be having a go at him. He shook himself, "Are you serious? You and me...doing that...together." Oh, dear God, was it possible to die of sheer mortification?

In response he watched her spread a towel over the lounger and laid face down atop it. She was pointing out to the sea, those long luscious legs and feet pointing directly at him, and that big full ass there calling out like the mythical sirens pulling him in, putting him under her spell. Was it possible for a woman to be built to tempt even a hopeless fumbling loser like him?

He found himself rising up on his feet and taking the bottle of the sun cream in his hands. His feet was already carrying him over to where she lay waiting for him before he realized with a jolt what he was doing. Was he really going to do this? God, looking at her laying down like this...she was so sexy. His hands were trembling as he poured a good amount into his palm and smeared it around. He hesitated. He wanted to touch her. To feel that skin. It looked so soft and smooth.

His hands touched her shoulders and began to cover that skin with the sun cream.

"‘Take your time, get used to your work, nice and gently will do it." she whispered as she felt his hands for the first time. ‘That’s it, nice and smooth.

He marveled as he trepidatiously covered her shoulder and back with the sun cream. At her whispered words. This was the subject of wet dreams he'd been far too timid to ever experience. To survive this ordeal, he had told himself to focus on the task at hand. Yeah, he was just spreading some sun tan lotion over her back so she wouldn't get sunburned under this harsh Mediterranean sun. Yeah, who was he kidding? There was no way he could just think pure thoughts his way out of this, and really, she wasn't helping at all.

When brought his hands down her spine to her lower back he nearly panicked when he realized she had at some point spread her thighs open, and...he could see that place between her legs now, just barely covered by a thin strip of fabric from his eyes taking in way way too much. His hands were millimeters from the meat of her buttocks, and when had she somehow undone the fastening of her top without him noticing? Oh, dear lord, he was going to die from the embarrassment.

 

[Veroe]

(Continued for length)

IC: Robby Westbrook Jr.

"You can pull them down a bit if you want, my bottoms and give my cheeks a going over. I doubt if they are much different than so many others." she said to him.
"Pull them down," He repeated his hands beginning to tremble and his face gaining the complexion of a vine-ripened tomato, "No, I couldn't possibly treat you that way...Helen...err...I mean...Ms. Helen!"

He focused on the back of her legs bypassing the issue of her butt altogether. That only helped a little. Her legs were so long with thighs and calves shaped so sexily. Was there no inch of this woman's body for him to focus on that would be a mercy for the aching boner in his pants right now?

But it wasn't long before her legs were done and he had to return to the are of her behind he'd skipped. Cautiously he began to spread some of the cream over the parts of her buttocks that the thin bikini bottoms did not cover. Mercifully it didn't take him long. He breathed a sigh of relief and announced, "There, done."

Only for his eyes to open up wide in horror or embarrassment or lust or all three in a crazy napoleon emotions as Helen sat up and turned to face him announcing in turn, "And now to my front’ she said with a smirk ‘and yes please as you’re offering I’ll have my boobs done please."
Helen had either forgotten or not cared to put back the bikini's top back on. It lay on the bench where her full boobs had been behind her. Now they were completely bare and pointing straight at him. The sun-ripened tomato color of his face was back in full force as he pulled away shaking his head. "No, I couldn't....I can't...You're just way way too much too fast."

"Hey, they’re not bad looking. They’ve been firmer but I don’t have the sag yet do I? Show me through your fingers how much you like them. Oh yes and the nipples, they are part of my breasts and not out of bounds. Let me see what you can do with them, and we’ll discuss how good it’s been later."

Had she heard anything he'd said? His hands shook from fear or lust or just confusing orders from a brain currently in hysterics. Yet they were up and open as if ready to do as she said despite the good foot or so between them and the luscious C-cups he couldn't tear his eyes away from. This was his first real look at boobs of such a delicious size. Part of him wanted to run away and hide from her and the other wondered how they would feel in his hands. He had always wondered that about big boobs like Helen's. "I'm sorry I can't..."

To that she reached out and took the bottle of sun cream and squirted some on the upper slope of one of them. Her hand began to work it in his eyes following her action hypnotically. "Look this is how it goes. Easy, isn't it? Now you just come and take over."

"T-take over...I can't..." He said following her hands as she smoothed some of the cream over her nipples. They looked hard, erect, did that mean she was as painfully aroused as he was right now? Funny how that seemed to make this somehow easier for him. At least he wasn't the only one suffering right now. He swallowed past a lump in throat and asked quietly, "How do they feel like in your hands? I-I heard that girls nipples are really sensitive. Is that true?"

 

[HelenUK44]

Helen opened up her eyelids and looked directly at Bobby. She liked his question, he was giving out his knowledge and showing interest.

'They feel very nice Bobby and you are right, they are sensitive. In fact if they are subject to prolonged kissing it can bring me to a nice little orgasm. How does that sound young man?'

'Yes keep doing it like that, nice and gently' she told him. She wanted to engage with him so she continued to speak

'My orgasm mind you is not like a man's where it tends to be one big thing, you know with all that what semen. I have lots of little ones and if I get particularly horny I can have one really big one where I do let loose. I'll show you how I orgasm if you like but I think we had better go downstairs for that one. Have a bit of privacy. Would you like to do that when you have finished your massage? It would be a bit of a waste of the sun and this cream but it might be worth it, what do you think?'

Things were moving along naturally and nicely thought Helen. The young man seemed to be warming to her a little and he certainly had potential. She felt that he was full of desires and it was just a case of unlocking them. She knew she would need some assistance in her tutorship and so Bobby's father had had the 'cute red head about Bobby's' age 'planted'' on the boat. She had been vetted, she was a law student needing funds for her studies, her family having come from a modest background. She was without a boyfriend and had assured the enquiries made that she was without baggage. Hopefully Bobby would take to her.

Once the massage was over Helen rested a little and then spoke quietly to Bobby. 'How about you follow me down to my cabin in a couple of minutes? We'd better not go together at this stage, we don't want to fuel any gossip'

Helen was calm and with assurance as she raised her body from the lounger to go below deck. 'A call of nature' she mentioned to one of the crew who was eyeing her up with a smirk. Once in her room she had time to reflect a little and compose herself as she changed. She manged to get some lube handy together with a vibrator and clitoral stimulator. She wondered if she would be using them or Bobby. Perhaps her first and then him to follow on. That is if he chose to come down off deck and didn't get cold feet. She could understand it if he did for she was fast tracking his training as he was coming over as keen and a quick learner. She knew they could click.

Out of the costume she stepped and on went a loose fitting tee shirt without a bra and a nice pleated short skirt. She wore no panties. She deliberately arranged for one of her bra and panty sets to be placed on the bed. She lay back and waited.

 

[Babsy830]

IC: Robby Westbrook Jr.

"I...I guess...you could lie wherever you like, Helen." He told her summoning all of his courage for this.... completely innocent and mundane thing to do for a woman. Never mind that she was the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

Was this woman for real? Robby couldn't believe she was. The very notion that she was here to tutor him on...sexual stuff...was too incredible to believe. He couldn't wrap his brain around it.

"How about I lay out on the lounger over there on my front. I’ll just close my eyes and let your hands do all the work." She said turning towards the deck chair she'd indicated. Her hands reached up to pull on the knot of the sarong she wore. "We probably need to strengthen up your fingers a bit hey?"
"Just move them a little into my muscles and remove the tension from my body." He gasped as the untied sarong slid down to floor giving him quite the eyeful of her perfect curvy body in a teeny tiny bikini that covered up the areas she wanted them to, but at the same time did not obscure any of the bounty her body had to offer for his gaze, Casually, she went on with the monologue she'd been on, adding, "I do that once each morning, now, there’s a bit of information for you to bank!’ She reached the lounger and looked back at him adding, "but it is never enough, believe me. You would have thought by now I would have got good it at. Later we can see if it is better with you!"
Robby just looked back at her an expression of shocked silence etched on his face.

"Hey, it would be up to you," She added comfortingly, "I’m not going to make you. I am just suggesting. We can keep our clothes on or have a go in the dark. Everybody gets themselves off, it’s natural. We can just do the natural together as friends. Helping each other out"
This woman could not be for real. She had to be having a go at him. He shook himself, "Are you serious? You and me...doing that...together." Oh, dear God, was it possible to die of sheer mortification?

In response he watched her spread a towel over the lounger and laid face down atop it. She was pointing out to the sea, those long luscious legs and feet pointing directly at him, and that big full ass there calling out like the mythical sirens pulling him in, putting him under her spell. Was it possible for a woman to be built to tempt even a hopeless fumbling loser like him?

He found himself rising up on his feet and taking the bottle of the sun cream in his hands. His feet was already carrying him over to where she lay waiting for him before he realized with a jolt what he was doing. Was he really going to do this? God, looking at her laying down like this...she was so sexy. His hands were trembling as he poured a good amount into his palm and smeared it around. He hesitated. He wanted to touch her. To feel that skin. It looked so soft and smooth.

His hands touched her shoulders and began to cover that skin with the sun cream.

"‘Take your time, get used to your work, nice and gently will do it." she whispered as she felt his hands for the first time. ‘That’s it, nice and smooth.

He marveled as he trepidatiously covered her shoulder and back with the sun cream. At her whispered words. This was the subject of wet dreams he'd been far too timid to ever experience. To survive this ordeal, he had told himself to focus on the task at hand. Yeah, he was just spreading some sun tan lotion over her back so she wouldn't get sunburned under this harsh Mediterranean sun. Yeah, who was he kidding? There was no way he could just think pure thoughts his way out of this, and really, she wasn't helping at all.

When brought his hands down her spine to her lower back he nearly panicked when he realized she had at some point spread her thighs open, and...he could see that place between her legs now, just barely covered by a thin strip of fabric from his eyes taking in way way too much. His hands were millimeters from the meat of her buttocks, and when had she somehow undone the fastening of her top without him noticing? Oh, dear lord, he was going to die from the embarrassment.

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[Babsy830]

She was Liz, but now she’s Helen?