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The sun dappled across the water, it was a brilliant, bright blue day. A soft breeze caressed my young 18 year old skin and brushed my long brunette hair back from my face. It had been one hell of a morning; I had won my first yacht race! Only our annual club ladies race, but my dad was so proud, bless him.I had been at the helm of a boat owned by my dad’s friend. The boat was called Mischief, a 40 foot sloop, the friend called Robert. Apt name for a boat owned by him, at 47 he was still very virile, flirty and handsome. Robert and my dad had been my crew for the weekend and we were now sailing the boat back to its home mooring.I had known ‘Uncle’ Robert since I was a kid. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years and in that time I had grown from an awkward, slightly plump girl, into a young woman. The puppy fat had turned into shapely, female curves.On this serene, sunny day I glanced across at him, almost seeing him for the first time. I noticed how dark his eyes were; almost black. His raven hair, although flecked with grey was thick and luxurious and his well clipped beard enhanced his angular jaw line. He stood well over 6 foot and was still very slender and toned.We moored up in the small harbour, where we had decided to stop for a while. “Lunch time, I recon it’s time for a pint and a bite to eat,” declared my dad.“No arguments here,” Robert replied.So off we headed to the yacht club, it was a small and intimate Başakşehir escort place, very low ceilings, and Robert had to duck as he went through the door.We found some more friends in there and the 6 of us all squeezed around a table meant for 4.I was on the bench seat; Robert sat between me and my dad. The conversation flowed and so did the beer, we sat exchanging old stories and opinions on the race.As I sat there enjoying the camaraderie, I thought I felt Roberts leg just nudge mine, press against me. I ignored it, it was a tight squeeze on this seat, “Probably nothing,” I told myself.A few bowls of snacks were brought to the table. I reached out at the same time as Robert did and our hands just brushed. I flinched with the contact and nearly knocked the bowl off the table; he just looked down at me and grinned.There is was again! That insistent pressure, his thigh against mine. I looked up at him to find his black eyes, as if on fire, piercing mine. “What the fuck!” the voice in my head screamed. I decided that a bathroom break was in order and excused myself to run to the solitude of the ladies room.Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to sort out what was going on. “Ok,” I said to my face in the mirror, “Get a grip, he’s a family friend, his daughters are your childhood play mates and he’s almost 30 years older than you!” I splashed some water on my face, trying Bayrampaşa escort bayan to ignore the sensation rising between my legs. I returned to the table, feeling Robert’s eyes watching my every move. It was getting late and we had had to catch the next tide.“Come on you lot, time to head off,” I commanded.“Aye Aye Skipper!” came the sarcastic reply.We made our way out of the club and back along the shore to the harbour. My Dad was walking and talking to a friend. Robert and I fell a short way behind. We walked along in amiable silence, the wind was getting up and I shivered with the nip in the air.“Cold?” he asked“Just a bit” I replied“I’d put my arms around you, but your dad would kill me,” he whispered.Stunned by what I had just heard, I stared ahead, watching the back of my dad as he wandered up ahead, what the hell was I going to do? Could this really be happening?We reached the boat; Robert took my hand to steady me as I climbed aboard, eyes locked. We readied the boat to leave, Robert and I headed below deck to stow away loose items and stuff in the galley as my dad stayed up top, sorting out the sails, still out from earlier in the day.Alone at last, we couldn’t hold back any longer, in silence we kissed, our bodies pressed tightly and I could feel his hardness pressing up against me. With our hands everywhere we franticly explored each other as we listened Escort Beşiktaş for my dad’s foot steps above, terrified of discovery, but desperate for each other.“Hey, are we all set to go?” Dad’s voice called out, causing us to fly apart.“Um, yeah give us a sec,” I called back, hoping that I didn’t sound too flustered.We quickly tucked in our shirts and straightened hair, trying to compose ourselves.I was so wet and swollen, so ready for him, I could feel my juices soaking through to my jeans.We cast off and made our way out of the harbour. There was a steady breeze behind us and we settled ourselves for an easy sail to our home mooring. Relaxing in the afternoon sun, I took the helm, Robert stayed by my side trimming the sail. Eventually my dad wandered off to sit on the bow deck.Robert got up and came to stand right behind me, eyes fixed forward, looking at the horizon and the sails. With one hand pointing to some imaginary point of interest, his other hand reached down the back of my jeans. He reached down with his long fingers, down to my soaking wet pussy, flicking up to tease my clit. He had his mouth next to my ear, all the while making it look like he was teaching me some sort of geometric sailing technique; the wise old sea dog, teaching the youngster new tricks…well he was certainly doing that! With one hand still on the helm I reached round behind me and slipped my hand down the front of his jeans. I took his hot, hard cock in my slender hand and slowly began to play, sliding my hand up and down in the constricted space.He moaned quietly in my ear, I could feel his breath quicken against my neck.Just as we were beginning to get lost in the moment, my dad suddenly got up and started to make his way back towards us.

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