"My Lover's Daughter"

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Rich came home to a silent house and, thinking he was home alone, headed straight for his bedroom to shed his work-a-day suit and tie in exchange for his skimpy speedo. He hadn't worn it much in the past month, since his Lover ran into financial troubles and, at his invitation, moved into a spare room in his huge, ocean front home.

It might seem strange that the woman he was sleeping with moved into a spare room and wasn't sleeping in his, but the reasons were two-fold. One, they really hadn't known each other long enough -- just six months -- to be making that kind of a commitment yet. And two, Rich had never been able to sleep well next to another person, waking at even the slightest roll or hint of snoring.

So, she had her room, he had his, and most nights one or the other of them came to the other's room for a night of passion. After they finished, they would cuddle, then the intruder would reluctantly head back to his or her room. It was strange, but it worked and they were happy.

Concerning giving up the tight fitting speedo and intead wearing larger, looser, less form fitting bathing shorts, that might have seemed odd to others, too: the woman you're having sex with moves in, and you stop wearing the sexy bathing suit that shows off your above average package in exchange for a suit that just hangs from you...?

He was half way throught the luxurious, six bedroom home on his way to the warm and inviting jacuzzi awaiting him when he thought he heard movement behind a cracked door. His head wasn't in the right place and he simply pushed door open, thinking maybe it was his Lover's little dog getting into things she shouldn't be getting into.

As he stepped into what used to be a guest bedroom, he was reminded of the reason for his more modest attire these days as he walked in his scantily dressed, lover's daughter.

"Shit!" he said, backing out and closing the door quickly. "Sorry! My mistake. I forgot."

He stood there in shock for a moment, chastising himself under his breath for forgetting that the "girl" -- she only turned 18 three days ago -- had moved from the upstairs bedroom to this one yesterday. He was about to apologize further, when he glanced down toward his groin and realized that his rapidly growing dick was threatening to poke its big reddish brown head out the waist band of the tiny speedo.

He hurried off down the hall instead, making his way to and into the bubbling water of the jacuzzi. He was thankful to have his erection hidden below the roiling water ... totally forgetting that as he crossed the deck between the back door and the tub, he was in full view of the young woman's bedroom window.
 
Erica watched her mother’s boyfriend with a grin as he moved to the tub. She didn’t know him very well, but any chance she got she would tease him in one way or the other. Not because he was extremely handsome or something, it was just the way she loved to act around men. She was still a virgin, but she loved to flash skin at her male classmates or to cause a bulge in the pants of a teacher by letting him stare at her cleavage. Men were easy to deal with and to tease.

Every time Rich had been at her mom’s and her place, she had found one way or another to tease him. She loved walked around in skimpy or short bathrobes or to accidentally bump against him and press a breast against his body so he could easily feel she wasn’t wearing a bra. She made sure always to do it innocent enough that her mom wouldn’t complain but she knew the effect she had on Rich.

Recently they had moved to his place as they couldn’t afford their old place any longer. It hadn’t changed her behavior in the slightest; if anything it only gave her more opportunity to tease him. ‘Forgetting’ to lock the bathroom door when she showered, eat breakfast in just a night shirt. She was quite sure she wouldn’t get in trouble over it. Men were easy to deal with.

She hadn’t planned on him entering her room a moment earlier however, and if he had done it a moment later he could have seen her topless as she was about to change her outfit. No men had ever really seen her. Her breasts were always a little bit covered as was her pussy.

With a grin she decided to ignore the dress she planned on wearing and instead took her bikini from the wardrobe. A moment later she joined Rich at the tub.

- “Is there place for one more, Rich?”
She asked him with a sweet innocent smile.
 
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As sexy as Erica was in the skimpy bikini, seeing her in her panties as she'd been preparing to pull her tight fitting, nipple highlighting tank over her head had seemed so much more erotic. He couldn't believe that he was complaining to himself that Erica was wearing so much now. Since when was a breast lifting, ass revealing thong bikini not sexy enough?

He laughed at her question and gestured her to the seat across from him. "Plenty of room."

Rich studied her every curve, her every movement as she stepped over the tub's rail, thankful that he'd remembered to bring his shades out with him. Erica was a shapely young woman, and he'd yearned for her from the moment he'd met her.

He had been dating -- sleeping with -- her mother on the sly for a couple of months before he and Erica had inadvertently met over the kitchen table one morning. She was supposed to have been out for the weekend -- sleep over at a friends or something -- so Rich had been shocked when, sitting at the breakfast table in just his boxers, he looked up to see her walking in to get a little of her own breakfast.

It was awkward, made more so by the huge hard-on that had immediately come to life upon seeing her in a sleeping shirt so short that the lower curves of her firm ass peeked out from below the hemline. He had to sit there until after Erica left and his cock shrunk before he could rush back to the bedroom and don his slacks.

"Do you like your new room?" he asked, not really caring whether the move suited her or not.
The move suited him, or more specifically his sex life. Erica was now down stairs on the north side of the house, her mother was upstairs in the southeast corner, and he was in the southwest corner on that same second floor. That meant that whether he went to her mother's bed or she came to his, they no longer had to worry about Erica hearing them in the throes of passion.

Of course, that meant fewer opportunities to accidentally walk in on Erica while she was using one of the two upstairs bathrooms, or see her walking down the hall to her bedroom wrapped in a towel. He would miss that, but not as much as he'd missed being able to get loud with her mother between the sheets.
 
Erica smiled, not at all surprised that she was welcome to join him. She placed her hand on his shoulder for support as she slowly, very slowly, made her way into the tub. As she lowered herself into the water, her hand accidentally brushed against his knee but as she sat down completely there was no longer any contact between their bodies.

She too remembered their first meeting very well. She indeed was supposed to be staying with some friends but had gone home early to meet her mom's new boyfriend in her 'style'. So for her it hadn't been much of a surprise, even though she had acted it was.

She smiled when he asked about her new room and nodded.

- "Yes, it is a very nice room. And now I can actually get some sleep. I don't know what it was, but something was keeping me up most of the night."

She said with a teasing grin. She positioned herself in such a way that half her breasts were above the water, giving him enough to look at. Even if with the shades he could pretend he was ignoring her.
 
Rich smiled closed lipped at Erica's comment about finally getting some sleep. He had had his suspicions about whether she'd been able to hear "Tabbi's" cries of ecstasy and his grunts of exertion in satifying the almost insatiable woman.

Tabatha -- who preferred Sue, her middle name -- had told Rich for the first few days of their living together that she was sure her daughter couldn't hear them during their sometimes three hour long fuck and suck sessions. After a while though, Rich realized that she simply didn't care: she wanted satisfaction, and if waking her daughter with her screams of climax were the cost, then so be it.

That had sort of surprised Rich. Tabbi seemed to be a very good and caring mother. Erica never seemed to want for anything, even when they were on the verge of living on the street. Tabbi had been about to start a third job when Rich offered her and her daughter two of his spare rooms, in exchange for cleaning up around the house a little bit.

"Nothing major," he'd told Tabbi. "Just ... maybe vacuuming ... sweeping, counter tops. Nothing slave labor like. Does that work?"

Tabbi had been so ecstatic about the offer that she'd given Rich something they had only discussed in passing during their rest periods between orgasms. For Tabbi, it could have best been described as Going where no man has gone before.

A chill ran through Rich's body at the memory of that night. His next immediate thought was of what it would be like to do that to Tabbi's little girl. Rich's dick twitched at the thought of fucking the barely legal young thing.

My God, wouldn't that be a fantasy fulfilled? He wasn't specifically thinking of going there with Erica, as he had with her mother. No, he was thinking of just going anywhere with his Lover's daughter.

Men his age fantasized about such triangle relationships all the time: mother-daughters, sisters ... twins even! The odds weren't nearly as good as the fantasies were plentiful.

Very few men ever dated a woman who had a legal age, available daughter sexy enough to yearn; very few of those men found the daughter attracted to him, too; and very few of them ever got a chance to make a move, let alone complete the deed.

Rich would be 34 in two weeks, three years Tabbi's junior, and in his entire adult life time, he'd only known two men who had ever connected the dots of the mother-daughter triangle. He doubted he would get that chance either, even with having both of the women now under his roof. Sure, Erica was a flirt, but there just wasn't any chance that she was going to oart her thighs for her mother's live-in lover.

Was there...?

Rich considered making a comment about keeping Erica awake but decided to let that one go. It was just a bit awkward to discuss while he was half naked with her and sporting a fully hardened cock that he was sure was peeking out of his speedo.

Instead, he decided he wanted to know more about her. "So ... the move across the county. That had to be hard. Leaving you school ... friends..."

He hesitated a moment before adding, "...boyfriend...?"
 
Erica softly chuckled and shook her head.

- "No one I will miss, although I am sure I will be very missed."

She said and wiggled her eyebrows. She didn't care if he thought she was a slut, although it was fun that most boys who had called her such did so because she had left them hanging with blue balls. Teasing was a lot more fun than giving them what they wanted. Of course there were some guys that said they had fucked her, but she knew better. She still had her virginity and no interest in giving that to anyone yet.

- "Thank you for letting us stay here."

She then thanked him and softly kissed him on the cheek, pressing her breasts against his shoulder. It was more luck than anything else that she didn't place her hand on his cock.
 
It took everything Rich had not to kiss Erica back ... or worse. She was right there, her lips against his cheek, her breasts brushing his body, her hand touching his leg just an inch away from the erection that he so wanted -- so needed -- to be ramming inside her.

He resisted only by recalling the family vacation to Hawaii when he was 17 years old. At the airport, when the Hula Girl greeted him and the others with a lei around the neck and a kiss on the cheek, Rich kissed the young woman back. It had been his male instinct: a beautiful woman in a bikini top and a grass skirt kisses you, by God you kiss her back! His older brothers teased him for the entire eight day vacation any time they caught sight of a woman in a grass skirt.

As Erica returned to her seat, Rich just smiled and responded, "Of course. You and you mother deserve a break. I know she works hard to give you what you need ... and I have the room here, so..."

He let the thought fade away because his mind was already back on the topic of her not having a boy friend. Erica said she'd be missed, but she didn't say by a guy. He was about to ask when a third voice joined the conversation.

"Well, don't we look comfy."

Rich looked over his shoulder to the woman whose entrance had been covered by the sound of the jacuzzi. Guilt flooded through him, despite the fact that he wasn't actually doing anything wrong. He covered quickly, however, flashing Tabbi a smile and gesturing her to the jacuzzi. "Come in, babe. Lots of room. Go throw your suit on."

Tabitha's gaze shifted between Rich and her daughter for a moment, a serious look upon her face. Then, a relaxed smile spread across her face and she crossed the deck to the tub to lean over and kiss Rich. Her initial kiss was a simple one, but -- as if to emphasize You're my guy -- she gave him a second, more erotic one.

The kiss made Rich a bit uncomfortable, but he reciprocated, not wanting her to think ill of his affection, particularly when he was still sporting an erection for her daughter. Rich had never been a public display of affection type of guy with his lovers, which was ironic because he loved nothing more than making a public spectacle with women he wasn't yet fucking.

"Would love to baby," Tabitha answered, looking to her daughter. Her eyes fell to Erica's young, firm breasts, floating partially above the roiling water as if to remind Rich We're right here ... waiting for you to suck on us. "But Erica and I have plans. Remember sweet heart?"

Rich had heard something about a friend's Shower, but that was all he knew. He was disappointed that bikini clad Erica would be departing, but with her mother home it would have been hard for Rich to continue flirting with her anyway. Besides, he needed the women to depart first, so that he could let his erection die down for a safe, face-saving departure from the water.

Tabitha stood to height, giving her daughter an expectant expression. "Sweetheart...?"

She turned and headed back into the house, leaving her daughter to say her farewells ... and get her half naked body away from her lover.
 
Erica gave her mother an innocent smile and stayed quiet while she and Rich kissed. She just nodded in response to her mother's words about having other plans and waited till she walked away before she slowly rose from the water.

- "Thank you for letting me stay in the tub with you"

She said with a smile and as she stepped out of the water her soft ass gently brushed against his shoulder. She really loved teasing him, knowing he had to behave because of her mother.

She shivered when she was out of the tub, wishing she had thought of bringing a towel. She readjusted her bikini a little, more to tease him one last time than that it really had purpose and then walked to the bathroom to dry herself and get dressed again. The rest of the evening went by innocent enough.
 
Fucking Tabitha that night was incredible, but for all the wrong reasons. Rich simply couldn't keep Erica out of his head. It wasn't the first time he'd fantasized about being inside the teen while he was actually inside her mother. But, it was the first time he'd done so with the honest expectation looming that possible someday -- maybe even soon -- he might actually get the chance to fulfill that fantasy.

After the two women departed for their doings, Rich had had a chance to reflect on the increased flirtations coming from Erica now that she was legal, and he honestly thought that perhaps she wasn't just teasing. Of course, it could simply have been his horny wishful thinking.

But if it were true, he simply couldn't pass on the chance. This was a fantasy every man he knew had had once in his life. Jokingly, he told himself it was his duty to nail Erica ...his responsibility to man-kind.

He chuckled beside Tabitha as she was resting following their near simultaneous orgasms.

She looked to him with a serious expression. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," he lied, kissing her softly before returning to staring at the ceiling.

A long moment passed before she asked point blank, "Were you thinking about Erica while you were fucking me?"

Rich laughed in shock, pulling away and turning on his side to better face her. "What...? Where did that come from?"

She cuddled up against him again, obviously not wanting him to see her face. "The jacuzzi today... You had an erection."

"I did not!" he said, laughing in guilt.

She didn't say anything for a long moment, then conceded, "I don't blame you. She's beautiful..."

"I'm not interested in your daughter" Rich defended.

"...young ... sexy even."

"Jesus, Tabbi. Can we stop talking about Erica like this--?"

"You know she's a virgin."

The word -- and its implications -- caught Rich off guard, and he went silent for a moment. It was long enough, he feared, to verify to his lover that he had or still was fantasizing about one day parting the teen thighs and partaking of her.

"A mother knows these things," Tabitha was saying softly.

When he realized that he was hesitating, he pulled back from Tabitha again and stared her in the face. "I am not interested in having sex with your daughter, let alone separating her from her virginity. Yes, she's a beautiful girl..."

With emphasis, as if to relieve Tabitha of any considerations that Erica's legality had changed anything, he stressed, "Girl! She's a beautiful girl, and I'm sure that one day when the time is right and she meets the right young man..."

He leaned in and kissed Tabitha softly, then again more passionately. "But, I assure you ... That man will not be me."

Tabitha returned his passionate kiss, then again, and with carressing, then groping hands, had the two of them hot and ready and fucking yet again in no time at all.

And through the whole thing, the only thing on Rich's mind was How are you going to fuck this girl without her mother finding out...?"
 
The next morning Erica was awake rather early and quickly covered her naked body in a long shirt and nothing else. She made her way to the kitchen and helped herself to something to eat, at times stretching long out and wondering what Rich would think if he saw her like this. She loved to fantasize about having him sit at the table while she stretched like this, knowing he would be able to stare straight at her ass and pussy. She would turn her head and smile at him and then sit at the table while he did his best to hide his massive hardon.

She had never gone that far. No man had seen her naked flesh and she had no intentions of making Rich an exception to that. No, she would tease him with gentle flashes, tight clothes, touches and words. Just like any other men in her life.

After making herself a sandwich, she poured herself a cup of coffee and then sat down on Rich's chair. She would find a way to make him wonder if she had been sitting on it with her naked, bald pussy. Softly she chuckled and then focused on her breakfast.
 
To Erica's disappointment -- and his, too, in a way -- Rich had left the house barely after dawn and missed the teen's performance in the kitchen. A pre-dawn text had alerted him to an issue with a client, and then after an emergency meeting at his downtown office, he was on a plane to Hong Kong for two days.

He had, of course, informed Tabitha of the sudden trip, but he'd reluctantly foregone alerting Erica. What would his lover think about him keeping her sexy, now-legal daughter informed of his movements?

He'd wanted badly to tell her, because he'd come to the conclusion -- wrong, as of yet -- that she wanted to be intimate with him as badly as he did her. And just leaving like that with no word didn't help him to get her out of her panties anytime soon.

He knew he could make it up to her, and when he got back in the afternoon -- ensuring that he walked into the house just minutes after Tabitha left to begin her six hour shift at the diner -- he made his way to her open bedroom door, ogled her for a moment with a yearning smile, then -- when she looked up at him -- tossed onto her bed an elegantly sewn cloth bag with Chinese symbols and a golden string tying it shut.

"My Hong Kong client makes these," he said with a smile, his eyes still talking a walk over her sexy form. "When I mentioned I had a beautiful young woman living with me, he misunderstood ... thought maybe we were ... well, you know. I don't think it's your mother's style, and I don't want it to go to waste. You just ... maybe you shouldn't wear it in front of her for a few days, so she doesn't think I intentionally bought it for you."

Rich watched Erica with great interest as she opened the bag and removed a far-too-skinpy thong bikini, wrapped around a 14 karat belly chain with a Chinese character dangling from it.

"I don't know anything about fashion," he explained, loving Erica's reaction to both. "He says the Hollywood set is bringing those back into vogue ... and I guess the character -- which means Freewill can be worn as a belly button ring. Do you call'em rings there...?"

Rich didn't really care whether they were called rings or studs or dangles ... he just wanted an excuse to be able to ogle Erica's body, and he figured that pretending to admire his gifts to her was as good a way as any to let his gaze caress her, figuratively.
 
Erica indeed was disappointed she had no chances to tease Rich. After her breakfast she had taken a long shower, leaving the door slightly ajar knowing he would not be able to see a thing other than her form in the shower glass. But even without him, she had managed to keep herself entertained.

She was on her bed with her laptop, ass to the door, when the door suddenly opened and Rich walked in. It was not really a surprise he hadn't knocked and Erica just smiled when she saw him again. She was surprised to see him bringing her a gift and smirked when she saw what it was.

- "Oh my.. Rich... What a beautiful gift."

She spoke with a smirk and jumped from the bed to kiss his cheek again. Once again pressing her soft body close against him. Of course she was not going to undress herself completely in front of him, so she had to find a suited way to tease him with this.

Slowly she took a step back from him again.

- "Why don't you fill the tub again while I get changed? If you want to see how this looks on me, that is?"

She suggested with a naughty grin on her face.
 
"Actually," Rich said, looking about until he found a simple pair of sandals on the floor. He picked them up and laid them on the end of her bed. "I was thinking about going to the marina ...maybe take a quick sail around the bay. You knew I had a boat, didn't you?"

He knew she didn't, of course. Even Tabitha didn't know about his 34 foot sait boat. It was a place he kept quiet from current lovers, in case he needed a hideaway with extra-curricular lovers.

"Meet me at the garage, ten minutes," he said, turning and letting her knew that he was assuming she'd jump at the chance. He glanced back at the skimpy suit in her hands and smiled. "You can change there if you want."
 
She smiled as she indeed hadn't known he owned a boat. Already she enjoyed the idea of driving him and the other men at the marina crazy with her new bikini. Part of her mind tried to warn her it might not be the safest situation for her to be alone with Rich on a boat, but she quickly dismissed that thought. It was no more dangerous than being home alone with him and he was in love with her mother, not with her, so she had nothing to worry about.

- "Ooh, that sounds exciting. I have never been on a boat before."

She answered him and quickly found some things she thought she could use on the boat, including a bottle of suntan lotion.
 
"Fantasies"" had been named such by her previous owner, and as the sailing community saw renaming a boat as bad luck, Rich had left her named such. The name had, coincidentally, seemed appropriate: Rich had always had fantasies of disappearing into the open ocean on the four year old ketch and sailing around the world. Now his fanstasies for the boat were a little more local and a lot more erotic: this was where he was going to show Erica the world ... the world of sexual pleasures.

Rich was assuming that Tabitha had been in the know concerning her daughter's virginal status. Teens kept secrets, but mother almost always knew! Rich had learned that the hard way when he was a teenager.

He didn't know if it would be today, next week, or next month, but Rich was determined to part Erica's thighs and fulfill that mother-daughter-lover triangle of sexual joy.

He grab a cooler he'd packed at the house and walked Erica out to the end of the dock, pointing out some of the other boats and telling his short little tales about who owned them or what adventures they'd been through. This particular marina had seen its share of adventures, from boats that had sunk in sudden squalls or disappeared on the high seas, to drug dealers busted in frightening raids and celebrities hiding out in big sunglasses and wigs.

"You'll be the celebrity out here today," Rich said, glancing to the summer outfit under which he could see the shoulder strap of the skimpy thong he'd bought her at a Hong Kong gift shop, contrary to the story he'd told her about his client. "Once people see you in that bikini, you won't be able to escape the paparrazi and their cameras ...or, at least the your men with theirs."

He chuckled, toying with her. He wanted her to understand that she was sexy and, in that bikini, would be drawing attention. He simply couldn't yet say outright that he found her sexy and that he would be showing her all the attention.

They arrived at the boat. A marina worker Rich had called before hand already had the engines warmed up and the sails unfurled: all Rich had to do was get them beyond the jetty on engine power and then raise the sails, and they'd be sailing.

The worker turned, greeted Rich in his professional way, then spotted Erica and fell silent for a moment, stunned by her combination of youthful innocence and womanly beauty. As he stepped down to help Erica up the gang plank, all he could manage was, "Welcome aboard, Miss."
 
Erica enjoyed hearing Rich talk about her in her bikini and the effect she would have on men. She knew he would enjoy her a lot too, but he was hardly the only man she wanted to impress. She wanted the eyes of all the men on her.

She too noticed the marina worker tripping over his tongue as the guy watched her. It made her very happy and when he helped her with the gang plank, Erica 'misplaced' her foot and stumbled slightly. First her leg gently rubbed against his cock and then her hand brushed over it as well. She smirked and mumbled some apology, while pretending she hadn't felt a thing.

- "It is so very big, Rich."

She said when she was on board of the ship and looked around. She very much loved the feel of the wind against her body and the heat of the sun warming her. She couldn't wait to lay down on the deck and put some of the suntan lotion on her skin.
 
Rich barely contained his laugh at Erica's stumble. It had obviously been to throw herself at the younger man, and -- by his expression -- he'd enjoyed it as well. Rich found his brain suddenly filled with a lesson he'd been given at an Alumni dinner party at his Alma Mater one night.

"Envy is the emotion related to coveting what someone else has," the English Professor had said in response to someone's apparent misuse of the word, "while jealousy is the emotion related to the fear that something you have will be taken away by someone else."

Am I envious right now because he has his hands all over Erica, something I would like to have instead...? Rich thought as he mounted the gang plank and boarded the boat, or am I jealous because this younger man -- or any other young man -- might be the one who deprives Erica of the virginity that belongs to me?

He laughed at just thinking the thought. Sometimes his mind played games like this. He let the thought go, slapped a twenty dollar bill into the Marina Hand's hand, thanking him and asking him to prep' the boat for departure, then descended into the cabin to store the cooler.

"Erica," he called up, waiting for her to follow him inside. He pointed forward, saying, "The Master Berth is in the front. If you want to change later--" His eyes fell to her body as he thought, Which of course I want you to do. "--you can leave your stuff up there. But you might want to stay in what you're wearing for now. I'll need your help to get underway."

He didn't, of course. He could sail the two masted boat around the world by himself if he wanted. He'd originally bought the boat in British Columbia and sailed it solo down here to Southern California with no problems at all. Rich just wanted Erica on deck with him, moving about, pulling lines, tossing ropes ... basically turning and twisting and showing off her body without feeling self conscious about being nearly naked in the thong.

He smiled, thinking, We have all afternoon for you to be nearly naked. "I'm going topside. There's pop in the cooler..." He started back up through the companionway, heading for the cockpit, smirked, then chuckled. "You can have a beer later if you want, but I need you to sail sober for now."

He returned to the deck, chuckling, and -- to the Marina Hand, who had pulled the gang plank and lines -- hollered his thanks before firing up the motors and moving the boat ever so slowly away from the dock.
 
Erica nodded and decided she could offer a little patience before changing and suntanning. She indeed helped herself to a cold pop and enjoyed the cool taste on her tongue while she watched Rich do his things.

Soon enough he got her help at the deck and as an obedient girl she did everything he asked of her. She loved to be on the boat and at no point felt uncomfortable helping Rich. She was eager to be done with the chores however so she could enjoy the sun and Rich's glances over her nearly naked body.
 
Erica followed Rich's instructions beautifully, presenting herself to be as smart a girl as she was pretty. Rich had known a great number of both girls and women in his life who had let their good looks get them through their life rather than their intelligence, to the point of simply allowing their intelligence to fall by the wayside. Guys did it too, of course. How many times had he heard men described rightfully so as dumb jocks?

And, of course, he had taken a few liberties with his instructions, occasionally directing to her to one location to perform this particular task, knowing that it would present either her cleavage or firm buttocks for his viewing pleasure. He got the impression that Erica knew exactly what he was doing, though: just as she so wonderfully teased him back home with her movements and clothing, she twisted and leaned and turned her in those tight shorts and nipple revealing top and presented herself just as perfectly here, too.

They sailed for about half an hour, taking them out into the middle of the harbor when Rich could tell from the flattening surface that they were about to lose their wind. "Come here."

As Erica moved to join him in the cock pit, he fired up the engines and put the boat into a slow forward motion. He took her gently by the arms and turned her to face the wheel. "This is the helm. This is how we steer, but you probably already knew that."

He put his hands on her waist, pretending to position her properly but really only wanting to touch her body. "I'm going to lower the sails so we can enjoy the sun for a bit. Keep us pointed north--" He leaned forward, over her shoulder putting his cheek near to her own, and pointed directly in front of them. "--right there, pointing toward that outcrop."

As he left her, he let his hand slide across the small section of the small of her back that was revealed by her top. She felt so good, with her soft skin warmed by the sun high in the sky. He went forward, jumped up on top of the cabin, then -- to add a little flavor to the moment -- stripped his shirt off and tossed it down through the companionway onto the seat in the galley.

Rich didn't look directly at Erica to see what her reaction. She'd seen him the day before in less, so she already knew he was fairly well built with just a hint of winter fat over his otherwise muscular torso. The deck shorts he wore fit tight to his muscular glutes and his legs -- strengthen through years on bikes and elliptical machines -- easily revealed the power within them.

Well experienced, Rich had the sails down and tied in just a single minute. He went to the bow and tossed in the sea anchor, a funnel shaped device which would keep the boat pointing into the waves and lessen the rocking and rolling that would otherwise take place.

He headed back to the cockpit, flipped off the engine, then moved in behind Erica, this time just a little bit closer. He said to her with humor, "Good job, matey. I'll take it from here."

He put his hands upon her hips and turned her to face him. There were just inches between them, and he looked down upon her from a head above and simply stared into her deep brown eyes, wanting so badly to pull her against him and kiss her passionately.
 
Naturally Erica was aware that some of the task, or the way he instructed to do them, was mostly for his own benefit of being able to watch her. She expected he was equally aware that a lot of her movements were also to draw his attention even furthers. She liked this innocent game of getting his attention.

She also very much liked being on the water. It was rather new to her. Of course she loved spending days at the beach in bikini's that hardly covered a thing, but this was a rather different sensation.

When Rich placed his hands on her waist and taught her how to steer, she couldn't help but reposition herself slightly so her soft body brushed against him. She turned her head to him and gave him a smile to ask if she was doing a good job... with the steering of course.

She watched him as he took off his shirt and paid attention to his muscles as he lowered the sails. He was a handsome guy, she could understand why her mother enjoyed him so much, but still Erica wouldn't have minded at all if the marina worker had joined them for 'some extra help'.

- "Permission to get changed and enjoy the sun, captain?"

She teased him right back when he took control of the ship again. She smirked as they faced each other, but didn't feel the same attraction as Rich did.
 
Rich smiled wide and responded with a feigned tone of authority, "Permission granted, sailor."

He hesitated, not wanting her to leave him yet at the same time desperate to see her covered in less clothing. But he did step back and politely gestured Erica on her way. He watched her -- or at least her ass -- as she passed through the companionway and below deck.

As soon as she was out of sight, he reached to the button at the waist of his shorts and unsnapped it. He had donned a pair of swimming trunks underneath his sailing shorts -- more than a speedo but less than the shorts he had on now -- and had been anticipating the moment when he could strip down for her as she was now about to do for him.

But then he hesitated, recalling how huge Erica had made him in the hot tub a few days earlier. He knew that she had to know that she excited him, that she excited every man, and possibly a lot of women, too! But Rich didn't know if he was ready for Erica to see the front of his suit bulging outward as his fully erect and anxiously waiting cock presented itself when she emerged from the main cabin in less cloth than what comprised an average sized dish towel.

He buttoned his shorts again and manipulated his already partially excited penis until it was laying comfortably in a vertical position. He wouldn't be able to hide his excitement entirely, but at least he wouldn't be obvious like some male ballet dancer or gymnast in body hugging tights.

To further hide his imminent erection, Rich moved to the railing and sat down, facing the companionway. He would be able to ogle Erica feom here -- as she emerged and as she took the sunning position he was going to suggest -- and his posture would hide the fact that he would be sporting an almost painful hard-on for her beautiful, young body.
 
It hardly took Erica any time before she reappeared, 'dressed' in the bikini he had bought her. When she saw Rich again, she smiled at him and then bend a little over to adjust her bikini bottoms, giving him a perfect view at how little the bikini top did to cover her breasts. Then she straightened again.

- "It is great, thank you Rich."

She said with a smile and then turned a bit around, as if looking for a spot to tan. Of course she knew it would be hardly possible that his eyes weren't drawn to her ass as she turned around. The bikini really did nothing to make her look decent, other than hiding her pussy from his eyes.

When Rich suggested a good spot for her to lay down, she did so without offering any objections. She enjoyed the sun and pretended not to pay any attention to Rich,
 
Oh ... my... was the polite thought that came to Rich as Erica turned to the tanning spot and showed her entire, naked ass to him. The thong cutting up between her firm, young cheeks widened into a tiny triangle of cloth that would have fit inside a playing card, and the front triangle -- which revealed that the teen had already taken to shaving her muff -- was barely bigger than that.

He let her get comfortable and, when her eyes were away from him, Rich stood, adjusted his full erection to lay more comfortably, and move over to stand next to the cabin, hiding his crotch from view.

He saw her look to the lotion but snatched it up first. With a sinful smirk, he asked, "Need help with your backside...?"
 
She smiled and rolled onto her tummy.

- "Of course, I can never reach the difficult places."

She answered him and got a bit more comfortable, lifting her ass a bit to him as she repositioned herself. It was no surprise to her that Rich offered to do this for her, it was fun to have men offer to do things for her or when they did things for her without even offering it beforehand.

Before the move she had male classmates that offered to do her homework for her, teachers that added a few extra points to her grade and she was sure that it quickly would be the same here. There was little reward to letting Rich get his hands on her with the tanning lotion, but it would make it easier to ask for things in the future.
 
Rich was a bit surprised when Erica so easily gave him permission to get so hands on with her. The flirtation over the past weeks and even the increase in it since she'd come of age had included only the slightest of touches and light brushings of bodies. This was a great leap forward in their relationship in his opinion.

He let he get comfortable, scooted up close to her waist -- enough so that his hip was up against her -- and lathered his palms with the lotion. He started in the least intimate location, her shoulders, then moved to her upper back, her upper arms, and neck, staying above the tie holding her bikini top in place.

She felt good in his hands, firm where firm was nice, soft where soft was perfect, and youthful every where. Rich tried to remember the last time he'd been with a girl Erica's age and realized it had been more than a decade earlier. He'd had bigger age gaps than that one, of course: earlier in the year he'd had a short fling with bis boss's 20 year old grand daughter, but she'd been a rather promiscuous girl so Rich didn't claim it as any sort of great victory, other than the fact of who she was to himself.

And Erica seemed to be enjoying Rich's hands upon her. He shifted a bit from simply applying lotion to caressing her skin. Then, when he thought it was time to up the excitement a bit, he pulled loose the knot at Erica's back, saying, "You don't want to stain your top ... or get a nasty tan line."

He laid the strings off to her sides, then returned to applying the lotion to the middle of her back, waiting for her reaction to his unapproved undressing of her.
 
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