The small marina

‘That was a lovely breakfast. I get on really well with Emma,‘ says Gwen, clearly delighted, while you would prefer to change the subject.

‘Trent is nice too,’ adds Gwen.

‘I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling,’ you laugh nervously as the marina finally comes into view. The car screeches to a halt in the car park. Gwen takes your hand and you stroll over to the jetty. A white catamaran is bobbing in the water, and Emma and Trent are already waiting for you.

The captain, an older man with muscular arms and sun-tanned skin, greets the four of you warmly: ‘Ha, ha, very nice, then all passengers are here. Here's the plan: First we'll sail out to sea to go fishing, then we'll head for a beautiful, hidden bathing bay and then we'll sail back slowly. Sounds good, doesn't it? I need about 20 minutes to get the boat ready. Then we can set sail. You can get your swimsuits on in the toilets,’ says the captain, pointing to the toilet block.

You nibble on Gwen's earlobe and whisper to her, ’How did I deserve such a great girlfriend who plans such an awesome trip?’

‘You showed me why you deserve such a great girlfriend in the car. Come on, let's get our swimsuits on. No, we're not going to fuck,’ she giggles softly and pulls you towards the toilets.

It feels like an eternity as you wait with Trent, all dressed up in swiming shorts, for the girls to arrive. Finally, the door to the ladies‘ toilet opens and Gwen and Emma strut out like models in skimpy bikinis. Emma is wearing a sinful red piece of fabric, while Gwen's breasts look like they're about to burst out of her light blue bikini top.

‘Stop drooling, boys,’ Emma giggles. You notice how Trent's eyes are practically tearing Gwen's bikini off. You'd love to bang Gwen right now, your eyes wandering over her gorgeous body. But you wouldn't say no to Emma either. Your gaze remains fixed on the two firm asses in the skimpy bikini bottoms as the two girls and Trent step onto the gangway of the ship.