As she came on deck Jim noticed immediately her nude condition. He
took the advantage to scope her out intensely. Her light brown nipples were swelled up hard and stood out in contrast to her small
perky little breasts. Glancing downward he saw her flat tummy and 
further down he could see her full forest of light, almost white, blond hair. As light as it was allowed him to see every little detail, every fold, and, admittedly, he enjoyed the view immensely. 
Flaunting herself allowed him to see the dainty little lips that
flanked her vaginal cavity. Stretching a little, leaning against the
cabin top, and spreading her legs slightly, her vaginal lips quivering from the movement, allowed him a slight glimpse inside.
Suddenly, though she was aware of her nudity, an icy breeze blew against her pubic hair. She blurted out the embarrassed comment of
being a natural blond and quickly covered herself with her hands.
"Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to embbarrass you like that." She
slapped her hands quickly against her vagina gropingly and turned around to grab her bikini which was caught on the louvers of the cabin doors. She smiled to herself as she bent over to free her
modesty. Bending over, spreading her legs wide, deliberately, to prevent herself from falling, she allowed him a thorough look at her
bare lips which quivered openly as she struggled to free her bikini. Her little, deliberate, act allowed him a better glimpse inside.
Putting bikini back on she turned back to face him. "I'm really sorry about that. I really am, Jim."
"Hey listen, Sandy," he commented, trying to ease her embarrassment, "no harm done." As he retreived the grill from the
lazerette, he glanced back at her with a smile, "Hell, Sandy, why
should you be embarrassed? You're a very pretty girl."
She giggled a reply, "Thank you." Approaching him she touched his
arm, adding, "You're not so bad yourself." Looking down at his crotch
as he turned around, she said, with a smirk and a finger job, "Can I
see below?"
"Why?"
"Well, hell, Jim, you saw mine!" She blurted out excitedly. "And,
afterall, wouldn't it really be fair? You agree, don't you?"
"Wholeheartedly," he smiled at her, a slight hestitation in his voice. Taking the grill to the rail he got into the water and, grabbing the grill, remarked, "Come on, sweetie, let's have our little
picnic."
Putting her bra back on, she remarked, "I guess." Jim could sense
the disappointment in her voice as she went below to get the chicken
from the icebox. Returning to deck she added a smirking remark, 
"Heck I saw some of it." She watched him go to the beach. Getting 
into the water she grabbed the chicken. She had a funny idea. One,
she hoped, would cause him to laugh.
She backed her way into the beach. "Oh geez, I've got an itch!"
She blurted out suddenly. Slowly, as she made her way to the beach,
she stuck a chicken leg into her bikini openly scratching her pubic
mound. Turning around she commented, " Oh, wow, that feels better." 
Jim laughed at her comedy antics. "Oh, that's funny, Sandy."
"Yeah, funny maybe. But it was greasy." Rubbing her crotch
figorously, she added, "Real greasy." She tossed the chicken to him.
"Fly little chicky. Fly."
Catching the chicken he thought he'd add a little fun of his own.
He'd slip the chicken into his orange lycra suit. Flapping his arms, with the chicken tight in his suit, he called out. "Look, Sandy, I
can fly!"
She watched him flapping around the beach and laughed. "Oh, that's funny, Jim." Approaching him, she asked, "Shouldn't I get that birdy out of their?" She hoped he'd allow her to do so. Afterall that would allow her to see under his suit and, hopefully,
an unrestricted feeling.
As she approached closer, he asked, knowing full well what her
intentions were, "Would you allow me the same?"
"The same what?"
"Oh, come on, Sandy."
Giggling, and noticing his eyes on her crotch, she casually answered, "Oh, okay, I guess it'd be okay."
As she reached for the chicken she slid her hands deep into his
suit. "Oh my, Jim," she blurted out, "you're stuck." She smiled as
she felt every inch of his genitals. 
Jim had deliberately put the chicken over his erection and she'd
have to really work to get it free. As her hands worked to free the
chicken he slipped a hand into her bikini. Feeling her prickly pubic
forest he groped into her mound feeling every detail. He could hear 
her sigh as a finger rimmed her lips. Slowly he probbed against them,
feeling them spread apart, allowing him a slight penetration into her
vaginal cavity.
As she withdrew the chicken she looked down into his suit plainly
seeing his proud member. Stroking her hand tightly against it, her
feeling his intruding finger, she commented matter-of-factly, "Gee, Jim, that was really stuck good." 
Jim withdrew his hand just as she withdrew hers, remarking with a
smile, "Yeah, I'll say it was." As he started the fire, he simply asked, "How about a little game?"
"Like what kind of game?"
"Oh, I don't know, Sandy. Maybe volleyball?" Thinking a minute,
he added, "Heck, the chicken'll take a while. Let's have some fun."
As he went to the boat to get the ball, she replied, "Sounds like
fun." Thinking about letting him have a little show, she casually
called out to him, "Say, would it be all right with you if I took off
my bra? It's kind of restricting."
"No, that's fine. Go ahead, if you want."
She was removing her bra as he returned to the beach with the ball and a bag. "Oh, wow, that sure feels better." She smiled at him and commented, "Oh, thanks for the thrill."
"Yeah, hey, no problem," he remarked noticing her gaze to his crotch. Smiling at her, he added casually, "Gee Sandy, you're quite a sexy gal. Aren't you?"
"Oh, you think so?" She grinned at him. "You really want to see how sexy I am?" She noticed his nod, and asked, "Want to play in the nude?"
"What?"
"You heard me!" She blurted out, "Play nude volleyball." As she undid her bikini she secretly hoped he'd agree. Afterall she had felt it and she hoped she'd get to see it. After all, she reasoned, an erect penis would be a thrill to see flop around. Removing her
bikini, freeing her innibitions, she asked, "Well, do you?" 
"Hey, you know, Sandy, it," slowly sliding down his suit he allowed her a glimpse of his pubic hair, "could be fun at that." He hesitated, inching his suit downward, deliberately denying her a glimpse of his hard penis. 
She came over to him, nudging against his hand allowed him a feel of her mound, ordering, "Go ahead, Jim, do it!" She smiled, adding,
"Besides, it'll be a lot of fun." 
He turned his back to her and stepped out of his suit. Picking up
the ball allowed her a view of his tight balls. "Go long." He glanced over his shoulder and saw her retreat down the beach aways and flipped the ball to her. 
Glancing over his shoulder he saw her tits bounce as she slapped the ball back to him. Quickly turning around he slapped it back to
her. "Gee, I'm good. Aren't I, Sandy?"
Now she had a plain view of his genitals. As she slapped the ball
back to him she could plainly see his penis jump as he reached to
hit the volleyball. "I'll say," she commented, giggling, watching his penis flop wildly. 
Feeling excited by his display she deliberately hit the ball short
in return. She secretly hoped that he'd be able to return it. She
also hoped he'd return it short. She desparately wanted to get extremely close to him. Maybe, she thought, he'd slam against her.