I lost sight of him when our boat drifted past a group of pilings and floated toward the pier. The sails were down and our tour guides used an inboard motor to move us into place at the dock. One of the crew hopped off to tie the lines as another dropped the fenders. I’d watched this process at least a dozen times and still sighed in disappointment. Fun over. Now I would have to save enough money for the next time.
As the passengers began to disembark, I threw my white cotton shirt on over my hot pink bikini top, and wiggled into the cute swim skirt that came with the set. I loved a sexy, barely-there, G-string bikini bottom as much as the next girl, but only when I was on the beach or at the pool. I didn’t walk around the docks with my ass hanging out. I had some standards.
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