It-Stinks Of Fish

Wendy groaned aloud, and wetness seeped from her pussy and soaked into the thin fabric. Ted saw the small dark spot that had developed, and as his fingers lingered and continued touching her between the legs it slowly expanded. She blindly reached her hands out for something to grab for support, and her right hand gently formed around his steel-hard shaft before she realized what it was that she'd grabbed. But once identified her hand remained, and she lightly rubbed on the throbbing penis.

"Your beer's getting warm," Ted commented as he pulled his hands away and reached for his own can.

She opened her eyes and reached down for the can. Her fingers were visibly trembling and it was a challenge to hold the can steady enough to drink from the opening. Her lips formed around the orifice and she drained the last half in only a few seconds. No sooner had she placed the can on the deck than Ted handed her another.

"You're trying to get me drunk," Wendy voiced her suspicions. 

"Nope, just trying to keep your hand full of something besides me," he kidded back.

"Ted!" Wendy exclaimed. 

She was so embarrassed that she got up off his knee and fled into the cabin. Once inside she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and noticed the redness of her skin and the dark patch of wetness that soaked into the thin yellow fabric. She realized that Ted must have seen that based on where and how he'd been touching her, and she nearly fainted in horror. 

How could she go out there and face him again? Luckily she'd brought the beer with her so Wendy opened the top and drank it all with just a breath between gulps. She felt a rush of relief as the third dose of alcohol relaxed her trembling body. Her head seemingly floated, more so than before, and the grip of terror slowly loosened and let her go. 

She hesitantly ventured back out and approached him from behind.

"Any luck yet?" she asked, using it as an excuse to get their conversation going again.

Wendy sat down straddling his left knee again and leaned back against his left shoulder. The rolling blue water with the coastline far in the distance was a beautiful sight to behold. His left arm reached around her slender waist and held her in place. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of security she felt when she was near him.

"Not with the fish."

Wendy rolled her eyes and nodded her head from side to side, but this time didn't experience the same feelings of embarrassment and humiliation. Instead, she kidded him back in his own way. "And not with me either, not yet."

"Not you?" he responded in surprise. "I think I got a lot further with you than most of your boyfriends ever have."

"Pull the string and loosen my top, and then maybe I'll agree with that statement," she said in a teasing voice that oozed with temptation.

She felt a slight tugging, and then the string that held her bikini top on went limp. The two yellow pads of fabric that partially covered her breasts fell away. Ted looked down and admired the view of her light pink nipples, which were as big and hard as pencil erasers. Her eyes closed as she settled back against his body.

"I'll need some sun block on those now," she commented.

"I know exactly what you need, and you're about to get it."

His comment gave Wendy a thrilling rush of excitement as her numbed mind raced. Her heart pounded in her chest. She wondered exactly what he meant by that statement, and where things were leading to. As her body quivered on his lap Ted covertly reached a hand into the cooler and retrieved a handful of ice.

She shrieked loudly as intense cold filled her flesh with a powerful jolt that bordered on pain. As Wendy struggled to get away Ted rubbed the melting ice over one creamy mound and then the other. As it melted a rivulet of ice-cold water ran down her smooth belly. It split into two smaller streams which passed along the edge of her bikini bottom, flanking her outer lips. She gasped and tensed as the cold was accompanied by sudden rippling warmth. The assault ripped the breath from her lungs and she panted helplessly against him.

"You are so going to get it," Wendy promised in a weak whisper after the ice was gone.

She reached for his beer, but he recognized the threat and intervened. He slid his arms beneath her body, carried her to the extreme edge of the stern, and held her over the water.

"You wouldn't dare!" she exclaimed as she looked down at the water and up at him. "Please don't, Ted. I'll be good, I promise."

There was a spark between them at that moment. Neither could understand what happened, but a very special thing passed between her eyes and his. Instead of dropping her into the ocean he leaned towards her, and she leaned up. Their eyes closed as their lips met in a soft, hesitant kiss. 

By appearance it was no different than any other time they'd kissed in greeting or farewell over the years, but internally it was so much more than that. After the first kiss their lips lingered, and Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck. The next kiss was longer and more erotic. After several more the tip of his tongue gently licked her lips. Finally it ventured between them, and her open mouth awaited.

Their tongues eagerly entwined. Both were aroused from the teasing, and they kissed harder and deeper. Ted stepped back from the edge of the stern and opened his eyes, trying to find a path to the cabin as their mouths and tongues anxiously kissed. Once at the doorway he carefully stepped down, but at the very bottom tripped and both fell to the carpeted floor.

They lay beside one another on the floor, looking at each other. Ted reached a hand over and gently pushed a few strands of red hair from her captivating blue eyes.

"You're not as innocent as you father thinks," he commented with a suspicious smile on his lips.

"Yes I am," Wendy challenged in an indignant tone. "I've had several boyfriends, but not a single one has ever seen or touched me yet."

"No wonder why you've had several," he teased. "They get frustrated and give up."

With a sincere look on her angelic face she admitted "I've always wanted you to be the first, Uncle Ted; the first to see me, the first to touch me, and the first to love me."

He was surprised and touched. "I never realized. But you must know I could never do that, not with you. You're like my daughter."

"I'm a nineteen year old woman who's loved you all her life," she revealed to him with the look of love in her eyes. "After summer I'll be in college and dating and looking for a husband. But I want this to be the summer of my dreams, with you."

"You want this to be your Summer of '42," he replied.

"Summer of '42?" she questioned.

Her ignorance of the classic first-love movie made her appear all the more adorable. He gently stroked her sweet face and kissed those glistening pink lips again. Their passionate tongue kissing resumed. For Ted it was hard to accept that she was a grown woman already. So many years had passed by.

"Did you buy that bikini for me?"

"Of course," she admitted. "There's no way I'd wear this thing in public."

Sensing something was about to happen, Wendy shifted position from her left side to her back. Ted's eyes moved from her face and down to the bare breasts that jiggled so invitingly. The perky mounds appeared so smooth, and the swollen nipples appetizing. 

He placed a single finger on her silky lips, which she kissed, and lightly traced a meandering path down her neck. She softly sighed and closed her eyes as the finger then moved down between her breasts. It lingered in the valley between the twin peaks before lightly tracing the round curvature of flesh along the bottom of the mounds. 

The teasing was turning her on all over again and Wendy moaned. Her thighs shifted apart, eager for him to touch her down there. The oozing wetness had briefly stopped, but once again flowed as the warmth in her loins surged into a frenzied inferno. She could feel the wetness as it collected in the crotch of her bikini bottom.

After touching the bottoms of both breasts the finger ascended to the top of one peak. It traced an invisible, random pattern all over the soft, warm skin before it lightly danced over the swollen nipple. Soft giggling mingled with moaning as his finger found various ticklish parts of her gorgeous form. 

She lay quietly and quivered in delight. She enjoyed Ted's teasing attention and waited for his finger to descend further. But the finger lingered at the nipple, and after a brief time she found that the light, glancing contact had stirred her excitement. The thighs that she had earlier spread now drew tightly closed, placing pressure on her pussy that created a surge of tingling warmth.

She had saved herself for so long and now that the moment was near her awakened body reveled in the attention. Her soft moaning grew louder and faster as she became more and more aroused. Her thighs squeezed tightly together and released at a rhythmic pace, stimulating the swollen clitoris that was still tucked safely away behind the yellow shield of fabric and between the outer folds of her pussy. More wetness seeped from her belly and soaked into the bikini bottom. 

His finger descended from one breast and ascended the other as his teasing continued. Wendy licked her lips and fought the urge to reach for him and make him touch her between the legs. Her body shuddered excitedly, and she experienced a powerful need for him that she'd never felt with anybody else. And then, to make it even worse, the very tip of his moist tongue lightly traced the outline of an ear as hot breath was expelled into it.

Wendy needed so badly to be touched down there that she was almost poised to do it herself. Her entire body ached for it. Her flesh quivered with such intense and overwhelming desire that her essence had flooded the thin, narrow band of the bikini bottom. The yellow fabric had been soaked beyond its capacity, and she felt as it collected at the very bottom rim of her slit. He was slowly and quite intentionally driving her crazy.

Finally the finger trailed away from her breast and down her smooth, flat belly. As it did his mouth retreated from her ear and levitated over a creamy mound. After his tongue lightly licked a nipple and bathed it in his saliva, his hot breath blew on the moistened nub until it dried, and the teasing process repeated. Simultaneously his finger delicately traced along her lower belly at the boundary of her crotch. Ted felt her luscious body squirming in restrained excitement. A smile formed on his lips as he realized how badly he was tormenting her.

He breathed in deeply and savored the scent of her sweet, aroused sex. He could barely wait to taste the pink folds, but fought the urge and made himself continue the slow, teasing advance. After both throbbing, rock-hard nipples had been repeatedly moistened and dried he shifted lower, closer to his overall objective. 

Wendy's pulse raced and heart pounded. She'd never been so aroused in her short life, and never realized that intense pleasure could also seem painful at the same time. His teasing was genuinely exciting, but the denial of what she needed most made her flesh ache. The nipples ached to be squeezed and were so erect they almost seemed ready to explode. Her belly was filled with the fire of passion, and her untouched pussy screamed to be touched. 

If any of her boyfriends had gotten her this hot she wouldn't have lasted as a virgin through high school. But that was the point, after all. She wanted her first time to be shared with a man of experience, one that truly knew how to best touch and love a young woman. She wanted to learn the techniques that would elicit the most intense delight from her body. Her future would be filled with opportunities for sex with less experienced and less caring partners, but none of them would claim her cherry.

His mouth gently licked, sucked, and nibbled all over her lower belly. She moaned louder, twitching and shuddering. Finally her aching flesh could not bear to be denied any longer. She placed both hands on his head and urged him lower. Her quivering, golden thighs shifted far apart in anticipation. 

Finally the finger that had started the teasing what seemed like hours ago moved over the love mound where her soft curls of pubic hair had been delicately removed. It slowly weaved a random path further down, until it pressed against the soaked strip of yellow fabric that covered her juicy lips. As his mouth lingered at her cute little belly button, the finger traced the outline of the delicate petals as she tensed and shuddered in torturous excitement.

Her hands retreated from his head and blindly tugged at the knotted strings that held the bikini bottom in place until they fell away from her hips. Now there was nothing left to prohibit his advances. She sighed in relief, knowing that he would soon be touching her where she needed it most.

His body moved, repositioning so that now he kneeled between her parted thighs. He grasped the bikini bottom and gently pulled it away from her body. The narrow strip of yellow fabric soaked with wetness clung to the outer folds of her pussy in a last defiant stand. With a slight increase in pressure it finally relented, and pulled away from her aroused womanhood. 

Ted's teasing finger lightly traced the outline of the supple lips and she groaned and shuddered as tingling warmth rippled through her entire body. At the same time his mouth kissed, licked, and nibbled from the inside of her left knee, up her thigh, and to the fringes of her pussy before retreating and doing the same with her right knee and thigh. 

The teasing she had thought was almost finished continued, only it was much worse. Her swollen nipples somehow grew harder still and must have certainly been on the verge of exploding, for both ached so badly. The fire of passion that burned in her nubile loins grew hotter still, increasing her insistent need for stimulation and release. She groaned, twitched, and shuddered in a miserable combination of need denied and extreme arousal that pained more than it pleased her flesh.