Table Service

Ashley gives me a pinch, turning to look my way, smiling, "Hey, isn't it about time to grab a bit to eat? Why don't we make that slut ... woman serve us some food. Surely, she won't mind helping out, right?" As she spoke, I felt her right hand casually rubbing itself across my left side, sending ripples of pleasure right up my spine.

The father catches on first, as his son's seems to be in more of a trance. Smiling, he shoots her a wink, his voice casual. "I'm sure everyone is hungry by now, right? I'll go get some food, and I'm sure our new acquaintance Bridget would just love to serve us, seeing how she's so open and outgoing, right?"

I pause, nodding before choosing to reply, lest any of my surprise or arousal would be easily heard. I see Ashley smirking at me as if she knows what I'm thinking just then. "Sure, of course, I'd be happy to help." I watch as he smiles, nodding back before stepping aside to get something.

Once he leaves, we all fall silent. The two young men are more than content to stare at my naked body, and Ashley is more than willing to let them, looking for even the slightest sign of uncomfortable, hesitation, or embarrassment on my part. It seems to take forever him forever, the silence almost deafening, but none of us spoke up.

I was jostled and surprised just then, as Harry/Joe's father suddenly appeared before me, handing me a pitch of something cold and some cups. I gasped as the pitcher was pressed against the bare flesh of my mammary. I gasped then, my nipple seeming to take the brunt of the cold. I grabbed it then, holding the pitcher far away from my skin, not bothered by the fact it left my naked body exposed. I took the cups in my free hand and caught Ashely shooting me an amused look, clearly enjoying all this.

I pause, deciding not to let pleasure or any hesitation take hold. I turn and soon find myself being bumped into, on both shoulders, as they move to sit down on the ship. I managed not to drop or even spill anything despite being blown past. I feel a hand cup my right ass cheek, and soon catch sight of Ashley blowing me a kiss as she passes me by, clearly amused at my present circumstances.

Swiftly then, they are all seated on the rear of the boat, and I take a deep breath before walking to get each one glass of something to drink. I catch Harry beaming a happy smile my way, and I smile back as I pour him a drink. I moved on to Joe, who is staring at my breasts (again), but he manages to break his stare away long enough to take the cup from my hands.

I walk to give their father a drink next, only to have Ashley interrupt, putting a foot out before me and almost making me trip myself in the process. I hear her giggle softly as I gasp, and swiftly feel a few ounces of cold lemonade splash onto my breast, splashes landing on both of them with the cold drink, my nipples becoming harder as the wind just happens to pick up just then.

I look down, catching her smiling coyly back up at me. She makes a coughing sound before saying, "Forget somebody?" I manage to smile her way, "My apologies, Mistress. Here, let me pour you a glass." She remained silent, enjoying my consternation, knowing the embarrassment she caused me. I hand her a glass, and she smirks back, knowing she got me.

I walk to give their father a glass and feel her put her hand on the small of my back and push, driving me forward. I manage not to spill any on him, but I gasp out loud in surprise. She giggles loudly behind me "Look. She's not yet used to being onboard a boat, is he? Hopefully, she doesn't spill any on you. I guess it's a good thing she's naked, or her clothes would likely be filthy by now". I hear her laugh at her own joke, and Joe lets out a soft chuckle from behind me.

I resist the urge to growl, as I pour his father a glass. I hear him whisper then "Don't let her bother you, she just loves getting a rise out of people." He paused, and I find myself not trusting myself to speak, simply nodding his way. He rose his voice, and as I finally pour myself a drink, I wonder what He, his sons, and Ashley may desire of me next.

I pause, taking a sip of my drink, and putting the pitcher someplace level so it won't spill. We start to converse, and I find myself enjoying it, taking part at times, and at other times silently standing there naked, aware of How openly exposed I happened to be, and how much my body enjoyed the sensation.