Go boating?

Tim and I decided to go boating for the day. One of Tim's cottage neighbors had said we could borrow his boat any time, so after asking him if today was a good day (which it was), we decided to take it out. It was a 14' Grumman with 15HP outboard motor. We packed our fishing gear inside as well as a few snacks for lunch and some other odds and ends including binoculars. We knew there were some sexy babes living on the lake and hoped to maybe do a little spying. We set off from the neighbor's dock.

It was a gorgeous, sunny day. We had hats on, and sunglasses, and lots of sunscreen. We shot off across the lake, enjoying the wet breeze in our faces. Tim drove fast, but was always safe; he was kind of a nerd that way - though I wasn't a daredevil myself. We didn't have much luck as far as babe scouting at first, so we spent our time fishing and discussing babes from school like:

Joanne. She had long, wavy black hair and really big juggs. I nicknamed her '15' because during a **** auction (where students and teachers bid on other students who would then carry their books, get their food for them, etc.) in 10th grade she had gone for $15 dollars, which was the highest bid for any ****. I remember a dream I had about Joanne many years ago where she was outside somewhere and I was watching her from a nearby window. She noticed me and came up to the window and lifted her shirt, exposing her big tits which she proceeded to press against the glass while I jerked off.

Krista. A year older than Tim and I, she was an artsy type. She had short, curly brown hair and an ass to die for. I dabbled with the theater group for a while, and one play I was in, her character had to wear this tight red dress and she was a bit of a whore. Well, she must have really got into the role. During one of the dress rehearsals about a week before the shows, we were doing a scene where she had to sit on the ground on some cushions and then stand up again a little later. Well, from my vantage point sitting on the cushions, I watched her uncross her legs to stand up and I saw right up her dress to her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties! It was very hard to concentrate on the play after that. From that point on she always stood up differently and I was never able to see up the dress again to see if she was wearing panties or not.

Miss Docker. She was our 12th grade English teacher. She was a total babe. I don't know how old she was, but I'd guess late twenties. She had brown hair cut into a bob and big wide eyes and a big smile. She had nice tits (not as big as Rochelle's but big enough!) and every once in a while would wear fairly low cut tops. Nothing risque at all, but low enough that if she bent over you could see a lot of cleavage. I remember a few occasions of her leaning down to my desk to discuss work with me and staring into that heavenly bounty; seeing that wonderful spot of curvage where the bra strap comes away from the breast.

We had some sandwiches for lunch and then slowly made out way back towards some of the cottages down close to the water that Tim knew had girls at. Sure enough, we finally found some people milling about, including some girls swimming around a square dock that was anchored out in the water. There were also some older girls and women on the land and regular dock. It looked like it was some kind of party or family gathering. Tim turned the boat off and we pretended that we were fishing while we took turns with the binoculars.

Most of the girls who were swimming were too young, so I focused on the yard of the cottage where I found two nice babes. One was older, maybe in her early thirties wearing shorts and a t-shirt and she was setting a picnic table with plates and cups. The other looked like she might be 18 or 19 and was wearing a red and white bikini. She didn't have much of a chest, but the bikini bottom barely covered her ass as she moved to and fro helping the older woman. As cool as this spying was, all it did was make me think back to Rochelle. I had much better views of her back at the cottage and didn't need to use binoculars. I humored Tim though as he really seemed to be enjoying himself.

We came back in time for supper and Rochelle had pizza for us that she had cooked in the oven. She was wearing a t-shirt now, but was still wearing her bikini bottoms, though it was kept mostly covered by the shawl she wore around her waist. It had started to rain just before we got back, so there wasn't much to do that night except hang out inside. The rain got so bad that Diane and Jenny decided to spend the night at their friend's cottage.

"Looks like it's just the three of us tonight," Rochelle said. "What would you boys like to do?"