Ride on the yacht

The man led us down the beach, Lucia introduced him as Denzel, one of the boat captains. Denzel was 30 and had lived in Sardinia his whole life, he was some sort of friend of Lucia's but she never got too specific about that part.

"Ladies, your chariot awaits you," Denzel teased us, bowing and waving his arm under him like he was introducing us to our private yacht. He had us toss our mats into the center, we got on one at a time and took a seat on one of the benches. Myself and Celeste took the left side while Lucia and Cathy took the one on the right with Eva seated up in the front, facing the back of the boat.

"I don't get it, what are we doing?" I blurted out, my curiosity finally getting the better of me.

"Denzel here is going to give us a tour of the island to start. He's lived here all his life and knows everywhere to go. Eva told me none of you have ever been out here before so we thought that alone would be sort of fun. Denzel knows some places out there that are private... VERY private if you know what I mean. Since all of us like girls, I figured, who needs guys?" Lucia said looking to see what effect her words had.

Well, if nothing else it was a unique idea, THAT was for sure. It got me excited.

Denzel started the engine and we quickly left the dock, as the boat picked up speed our hair started blowing straight back behind us. There wasn't another boat in sight and it was like we were suddenly transported to another planet with no signs of civilization anywhere.

Lucia was the leader and so she took the initiative, removing her bikini top and letting her magnificent boobs out free. God she was beautiful! It was obvious that being topless wasn't an uncommon state for her to be in because there wasn't a tan line to be seen. It didn't take long for the rest of us to follow her.

With the five of us topless and all but naked now in just our thongs and sneakers, we must have made quite a sight. I had to give Denzel credit, he just drove along, pointing things out to us like nothing was unusual. It felt wonderful to feel the air rushing by, tickling my nipples and almost caressing my boobs with the **** of the wind.