The Invisible Line

Continuing Eighteenth Birthday Suits

Kayaks are fun, and paddling is great exercise for the upper body. If you paddle hard, it also builds leg muscle. I like to keep fit, so I paddle regularly and swim too, which is just as good. One of my buddies told me something that made my routine more frequent and more fun.

There was a boat that visited our little bay irregularly. He told me how to recognize it and promised there would be two very cute chicks aboard who liked to sunbathe nude. Kayaks are quiet, so I might be able to creep close before being noticed. He also warned me that they were a pair of teases. It was strictly look but don't touch. If anyone tried to take advantage of what sure seemed to be a come-on, he quickly learned not to press his luck. He warned me not to spoil a good thing by getting overconfident.

That bit of intel proved completely accurate. Boy, did they look good! I was returning from a fast paddle of a couple of miles when, coming around a bend in the shoreline, I saw a boat fitting the description. I was between it and the shore, and there was a little fishing boat on the other side with two guys in it, some distance off, but it looked like they might be using binoculars. The damsels I had been told about were standing facing the fishing boat, wrapped in towels, sort of. Compared to the fishermen, I had three advantages. First the girls didn't know I was there. Second, I was much closer, only about 20 feet away. Third, my boat was lower in the water, so I had a low-angle view up between their legs. The one on the left was a little taller, and her small towel came down only an inch below the wide point of her hips, so the lower third of her butt was exposed from behind and very likely the lower part of her pubic hair showing from the front. I was thinking how great it would be if she happened to bend forward a little when that did happen, and much more.

She bent and looked down to see whether she was adequately covered in front. Doing that pulled the towel up past the little bit of her ass that was still holding the bottom edge down. It lost its hold and snapped upward, clear up to her waist. She grabbed the towel to pull it back down but pulled too hard, and the whole thing fell off, leaving her naked. She stood there for a couple of seconds, long enough for me to wonder whether she was intentionally giving the fisherman a thrill. Then she turned and jerked the towel back up, so now all the fishermen had on show was a bare back and her perfect ass behind a towel curtain, but of course their loss was my gain. I couldn't have asked for a better view...

Then she saw me, only a few feet away. She froze, like a deer caught in headlights, a naked deer, and her eyes opened as wide as mine must have been as that image burned into my memory. She had the narrow waist and the wide hips that go with an ass like that. There were breasts as smooth and rounded as her behind with lovely erect nipples. Her belly was flat and muscular, the body of a swimmer. Beneath was the sweetest mounded triangle covered by a light layer of fine dark pubic hair, and two lips shyly peeking out from between her legs.

They were on a little raised deck in front of the cabin of their boat, where they probably had been sunbathing when they noticed the fishermen watching and grabbed their towels. Her friend noticed something was wrong and turned too. Her wrapping managed to cover her lower half, but hung just as precariously on her breasts and she was just as startled to see me. She gave a little yelp and made a dash for the cabin. That meant she had to clamber off the fore-deck and run right in front of me, and her towel lost it's hold on her nipples before she had managed three steps. I was treated to the sight of two naked girls dashing straight towards me. Then they had to make a turn in front of me and duck through the low doorway into the cabin, leaving me a final glimpse of one naked backside, then the other, and only the two poor abandoned towels lying there to prove it hadn't been a dream.

I hadn't meant to surprise them like that. I suppose they thought I might attack them and were watching me through the windows, though I couldn't see into the dark cabin. I tried to look friendly, not dangerous, and sat still for a little while, not lifting my paddle and wondering what would happen next. Nothing happened, so I gave them a big smile and said, "Thank you, ladies. That was fabulous," and paddled away.

I worried for a while that I had scared them off, but some days later the boat was back. Their visits were unpredictable, and I missed them sometimes, but I kept an eye out for them. I'm sure they learned to expect me. I'd try to paddle by when no one else was near. They let me get closer than other boats but not as close as my first surprise visit. There was always an invisible line in the water. Cross it, and they disappeared, but if I respected that line, I got a showing. They might make me wait a while watching them in their bikinis, which was pleasant enough. I knew that at least the tops would come off if I was patient, and often the bottoms too. They were very inventive in what they chose to show me and how. Their faces were as lovely as their bodies, and I had hopes, but thought the best plan was to let them do things at their own pace. I tried to always give a friendly smile, not a leer, and sometimes I got a smile in return.

Soon they trusted me enough that they would walk to the edge of the boat, strip off their bikinis just as if I wasn't there, and dive gracefully into the water for a long swim. They were great swimmers and dived as nicely. They trusted me not to do something gross like paddle over to the ladder and goal-guard until they had to return. They would float on their backs out in the cool water, and it was so tempting to paddle closer. Maybe they would smile up at me, and we would drift along chatting about the weather. They would float along, with breasts and pubic mounds breaking the surface of the water like miniature dolphins. They would kick lazily to propel their bodies along in the clear water and I would stow my paddle and keep alongside paddling with my hands. My fingers would brush a thigh, and my water nymph would look up at me and smile... That is what I imagined.

More likely they would have felt threatened with no way for them to enforce the invisible line between us. I think they felt I was guarding their safety from rougher intruders that might happen by. If so, they rewarded me by letting me watch as they swam back to their boat, climbed up the ladder, stood there wringing out their hair, toweled off, enjoyed the warmth of the sun on their naked bodies, and then reluctantly stepped back into their bikinis from the swimwear that they preferred.

Then the invisible boundary line disappeared. I was safely outside it when the girl with slender hips and bigger breasts came up to the rail and beckoned. She was topless and had a boat hook in her hands, ready to fend me off, I guess, if I got too aggressive. When I got close, she leaned over the rail and said, "You like watching us nude."

I couldn't deny that and didn't want to. "You've been letting me. You're both a treat to see in a bikini, and better yet, without one." Maybe that was more direct than she was expecting. She gave my kayak a prod with the boat hook. It wasn't enough to roll the kayak, but I made it roll over anyway and dove deep. I swam under their boat, coming back up at the stern near the ladder they used for swimming, and surfaced quietly. I also slipped my swim trunks off and tucked them behind the ladder where they would be out of sight.

Two topless babes were hanging over the rail looking at my overturned kayak. "Where'd he go? He sank like a rock."

"I'm over here," I said. "Why'd you try to drown me? Now my boat is full of water. Bring it over here and help me empty it out.

What else could they do? There was a rope loop at each end of the kayak. They used the boat hook to pull it around to where I was, and I pushed one end up to them so they could pull it on deck to drain the water out. Then I climbed up the ladder myself.

Now they had a choice. They could display shock and dismay at people so rude as to swim nude or pretend not to notice. Both had impulsively covered their breasts with their arms when they saw I was naked. "Is this OK?" I said. "You don't seem to be prudes."

First one, then the other lowered her arms back to her sides. "It's OK." We wanted to invite you aboard; you've been such a gentleman.

"I'm Allen," I said. They were Karen and Ann.

When topless-Karen had invited me to approach their boat, the possibilities it suggested had my penis erect by the time I was looking up at her bare breasts hanging above me. The dip in cool water and activity of swimming under water calmed things down a lot by the time I climbed the ladder onto their boat, but not entirely. As they showed me around their boat, it was clear they were as interested in me as I was in them, and they couldn't have failed to notice me re-stiffening.

Karen turned to face me and took both my shoulders in her hands so we were facing each other at arm's length. She looked down at my now-erect penis, then back up to my face. "You have to promise to do as we tell you. Seriously. Do you promise? I'm Captain, and Annie is first officer. Will you follow orders?"

"Yes, Captain. I will." I promised.

Her lips leaned towards me, hesitated, then drew back. She released my shoulders, and her fingers traced my pectorals for a moment before she turned away. We were on the lower part of the deck, a little protected from onlookers, and I saw there were plenty of large towels available. Their skimpy wrappers were choice, not a lack of bigger ones. Karen spread a large towel on the deck, then another. She sat on the first and crossed her legs. I was standing facing her. Slowly she scanned me, top to bottom. "Turn around," she said. I turned and stood again. "Come closer."

I turned back and walked up to the edge of her towel, facing her, and stood still again, my legs slightly spread. My cock stiffened further, and her breathing became shorter and more rapid, her breasts rocking with each breath. She leaned forward a little with her shoulders, bringing her breasts together with a magnificent long cleavage running between their thoroughly tanned topsides. Her lips spread a little, and she licked them. Abruptly she uncrossed her legs, lay back on the towel, closed her eyes, and said, "Lick my breasts."

"Yes, Captain," I said.

They were salty, of course, and smooth, and wonderful. I covered every inch with my tongue and lips, and the valley between them, and the nipples on their peaks. I massaged them with my forehead and my cheeks, and finally with my hands. Her eyes remained closed while mine roamed her body, down to the top band of her bikini bottom. My fingers crept into the gap between cloth and skin, where it stretched between the peaks of her hips, at the top of the sweet V that converged around her smooth mound in front to the smaller one between her legs.

Her eyes opened dreamily. "Take it off," she said, and then, "You can look, but don't touch. Then it will be Annie's turn." Annie was sitting nearby, watching quietly. She quickly stood up and came over, laying a towel for herself, then lying down on the other side of me parallel to Karen, her arms along her sides, ready and eager.

First I had an order to obey. I slid Karen's bikini down, exposing the dark triangle I had watched from a distance so many times, then down her legs and off her feet. I did not touch, but she squeezed her thighs together protectively. She had said I could look, so I waited. Slowly her legs relaxed and spread. She didn't seem able to lie still and pinched and twitched and churned her hips every few seconds under my eyes. I watched a glistening line of moisture appear in the slit between the lips of her pussy and an occasional flash of the pink within.

I felt Annie's finger tentatively touch my leg. Somehow she had lost her bikini bottom while my attention was on Karen, so I found myself kneeling between two completely nude women like a kid in a candy shop, a very well-behaved kid. I was pretty sure by then that this was all new and a bit frightening for them, and I didn't want them to lose their resolve and cut my dream short.

Karen had said it was Annie's turn. Annie's eyes flashed down between my legs when I turned to face her and then froze with a look of disbelief. I was indeed in awesome condition with my penis at maximum size and stiffness occasionally making an uncoordinated jerk much like Karen's pussy had done. Our sex organs seemed to know what was coming, even if our minds were holding back. Annie's bashful fingers froze too, as if they wanted to reach out but didn't quite dare. We looked at each other, each of us thinking what would come next. I felt Karen's hand grab mine and pull it over between her legs, but I couldn't attend and had to pull it back. My whole mind was absorbing the beautiful vision that I'd first seen from my kayak when the towel fell. She was now lying beside me and waiting expectantly.

"Do you remember the towel?" I asked.

"Which towel?"

"THE towel," I said. "Your drive-the-boys-wild towel. Here, roll over." She complied, rolling over onto her belly. "It came down to about here," I said, running my fingertips across the peak of her perfectly shaped, firm, and muscular ass. "And I was looking up from down here." I moved over so I was kneeling astride the back of her calves. "It's a very cute angle, just a bit of pussy showing." She giggled, and I ran my forehead up her legs, brushing the backs of her thighs and butting the under-curl of her ass lightly from below. "I was hoping you'd bend over." I put my hands around both sides of her hips, lifting, and gave her another bump on the rump, and she took the hint and pulled her knees forward, raising her ass in the air, but still down on her elbows with breasts now hanging free, and held the pose. I backed off to appreciate the new arrangement and my testicles brushed against the back of her calves. When I raised up again she stiffened and looked around, expecting, I think, that I was about to thrust into her like a stallion does to a mare. I sure wanted to. "But instead," I said, with a friendly double slap to that lovely bottom, "the towel dropped, and you turned to show me an even better view." I turned her over once more, so she was now on her back again, beneath me.

I picked up one of my knees and used it to spread her legs, placing that knee, then the other, between them, spreading her legs more. My fingers went to her furry triangle and played there a few seconds while my eyes absorbed the reality of what was lying below me, and her breathing stopped. My fingers dropped down between her legs and up to rest against her slit, but only briefly. I traced them up again, exploring each hill and valley with my fingertips, up to her erect nipples, then cupping her breasts. Karen's were larger, but Annie's were perfect. Symmetrical mounds when she lay on her back, but generous enough to move and hang seductively. They were covered by flawless skin, tanned partially, but lighter than the skin outside her bra zone, especially on their under side.

My fingers continued their exploration: collarbones, neck, and chin. Her lips opened as my fingers touched them. Cheeks, golden hair, I brought my fingertips to her eyes, closing the lids, then bent over to plant a light kiss on her forehead. This brought the tip of my penis down to touch her belly, first contact. I dragged it around a little, keeping her eyes closed but making sure she understood I was doing it intentionally, playing with her. Then I dragged it slowly down her mid line to drop between her legs. I released her eyelids, lowered myself onto her, and brought my lips to hers.

Kissing, wonderful full-contact kissing, had our attention for a while, but when we came up for air, our organs had noticed their proximity and come together. She started things, with a careful up and down of her hips rubbing her pussy against the top of my shaft. By her third rise, I was feeling her wetness and the lips of her pussy starting to spread around me. I added an occasional press myself, but mostly I let her set the pace. Soon she was vocalizing softly, and more of her body joined the choreography. I was mesmerized, between what I was feeling, the enchanting dance of her breasts below me, and her beautiful face. Her eyes closed, then she stared into mine, then closed again with a redoubling of intensity of her body pressing up against me.

Slowly I increased the distance between us until it was my tip, not the shaft, that she was maneuvering against her clitoris. I added an occasional gentle thrust of my own. Her hands found their way between us to my shaft. I held still again, and gentle fingers pushed my tip back and forth, up and back, exploring the space between her delicate folds. Then her eyes met mine again, and she stopped my tip at the entrance to her vagina, wobbling it gently in place. I pushed gently. She wobbled it more. I pushed again and felt myself slip inside her. Step by gentle step, I entered, occasionally slipping out, but her fingers would quickly bring me back inside her. Did she yelp when I broke her hymen? I'm not sure, but soon we were thrusting together at half depth, and I thought I saw her rising to an orgasm. I too was not far off but could still hold back, letting her rise to a frenzy and then fall back exhausted. Only a few breaths, and she was ready for more, and I gingerly continued my advance, feeling myself balancing on the edge, and then there was no more holding back, and I was using every inch. Her legs rose beside me, begging for all I could give, and I both felt and heard her pussy ramming up against me with each thrust. I exploded inside her.

Slowly her legs descended, and I rolled over on my back, still inside her and rolling her with me. She continued to work her pussy against me as I slowly deflated, and I let her do what she could, but I was spent. I noticed Karen, still naked, sitting upright and watching with very wide eyes.

Eventually Annie pulled off me, and the two girls looked me over together, running their fingers and sometimes lips or tongue over me as if I were some exotic statue. I was in post-coital bliss, and I think they could have done what they liked with my body, and I would have held whatever pose they put me in without moving, the echoes of what I had just experienced reverberating inside me. I must have nodded off.

Annie shook my shoulder gently. "We have to go back now. They were both back in swimsuits. My kayak was on the deck, drained of water, and they must have found my swimsuit tucked behind the ladder because it was sitting there waiting for me. Reluctantly, I put it on. Karen was being a little shy but caught my eye. "My turn, next time," she said.

"Tomorrow?" I asked.

"Same place, same time," Karen said, and she kissed me shyly.