After leaving the harbor, Helena poured another drink, gulped it and poured another. Nicholas watched Violet shift her weight from one leg to another standing at the wheel. Helena sat down next to him with a blindfold in hand. She pulled the elastic band around her head and covered her eyes.
“I might pass out… the rocking of the boat on the sea always puts me to sleep, so don’t hesitate to prop me up if I fall over or something,” Helena spoke into his ear. He turned and nodded with a smile. Lily appeared in the bridge after having disappeared below deck. She stood in next to Violet, and the two whispered while stealing glances at Nicholas. He pretended not to notice, instead looking out at the starry sky. After a few words, Lily unzipped her wet-suit and began pulling her body out of it. She wore a tiny yellow bikini underneath her suit. He could not hide his staring as she revealed her curvy body hidden under the thick wet-suit. He stared at her huge tits and watched her turn her back to him as she pulled the wet-suit down her legs, giving him a good view of the string bikini between the round cheeks of her ass. As she pulled her feet from the suit, she looked over her shoulder at him as he continued to stare. She smiled at him, stood and approached him, standing with her stomach only a few inches from his face.
“So you are the artist?” She said with a hand on her hip. He looked at the small bikini bottom covering her vagina. He licked his lips and looked up at her, peering between her mountains of flesh to see her face.
“That’s me,” he replied dryly.
“Cool, we don’t often get visitors. Would you be open to drawing or painting me?”
“Yes, I don’t see why not.” He finished his drink and stood to refill, but Lily took his glass to refill it for him. The boat rocked on rough waves, and he could hear the glassware jingle. He looked down at Helena, her limp body next to him on the couch. Her enormous breasts wobbled with the boat on the waves. She reclined further the boat rocked back and forth, moving into open water, and he watched her ample breasts bouncing slowly out of her dress until he could see the tops of her nipples. The cool air made them stand up and erect. He felt his cheeks growing flush as Lily handed him a drink, a big wave shook the boat, forcing Lily to catch herself by shooting a hand quickly against the wall behind Nicholas. She now stood with her tits in his face and drink almost pouring down his shirt. He had instinctively moved his hands to catch her, grabbing her at her thin waist. She steadied herself and backed away from him slowly.
“We usually have some free time working for Mistress Helena. So maybe we will see you around the place?” Lily said to Nicholas as she handed him his drink. He laughed for a moment and took the drink. He nodded and took a swig. He got as comfortable as he could on the bench as Helena continued to sleep. He put an arm around her neck and slowly pushed her upright.
“How long is this trip?” He asked Violet and Lily.
“Probably three or four hours,” Lily responded. She moved close to Violet at the wheel and put a hand on her hip as she whispered in her ear. He pulled his bag to his feet and rummaged through it, pulling from it a book of paper, pencil and eraser. He took a sip of his drink, leaned back and started drawing Lily and Violet. Lily saw him and smiled slightly, but she did not move. He paid special attention to her round face. His eyes moved across her whole body and then to Violet’s. He drew her feet planted on the floor, following them up to her slender waist. After ten minutes he had a rough drawing with more details around the hands, feet, faces and their round backsides. He turned the book to show Lily, and she elbowed Violet to get her attention. Violet and Lily looked at his drawing with smiles on their faces.
“Great work, cannot wait to see more!” Violet said and turned back to the wheel. He looked down at Helena still asleep, and he stood to have a better view of her to draw her. He leaned against the wall facing her and sketched her sprawled out. He delighted in having an excuse to look at her every delicious curve as his pencil moved across the paper. He drew large breast and flat stomach, her long elegant neck on her bare shoulders. She continued to wobble with the rocking of the ship, but it did not slow him. He flipped to another page and drew her feet. She had kicked off one of her high heels while the other stayed on her foot. After drawing her feet for a few minutes, a series of heavy sways in the ship caused her to change position, now one hand over her stomach, and her other hand resting on her bosom. He started another drawing, giving his attentions to her hands and her breasts, and he carefully drew her nipples as they slowly crawled out of her dress.
“Oooh la la! Get a load of you!” Lily said as she peeked at his drawing. He looked at her, not sure if he should feel embarrassed. She wagged a finger at him playfully and pinched his butt. He straightened and blushed.
“So, tell me about the island. What should I expect?” He spoke to Lily. She placed a hand over her chest, running a finger across her collar bones and between her cleavage.
“Well, you will find seclusion and quiet. When we go to the island, we usually go alone. In fact… I do not recall the last visitor. We always ferry Mistress there, and we stay with her until she needs us again. We usually just spend our time on the beach or walk around the island.”
“Anyone else? Or is it totally uninhabited?” He asked with growing curiosity.
“No, other people live on the island, but not really where we are going. The village rests on the other side of the island. We sit on the western side, high in the hills. You will love the scenery,” Lily said as she pulled a strap of her bikini, adjusting it, making her tits jiggle.
“I am sure I will,” he said as he looked her head to toe. He liked the white boat shoes she wore. They looked cute on her small feet, and they covered more than her bikini.
“You might want to find somewhere to sleep or at least relax. We have a ways to go, and we only now put on the autopilot.” Lily approached Helena and bent down in front of her. He looked at her ass as it gobbled up more of her small bikini. Her round cheeks stuck out as she leaned over her trying to wake her gently. Helena’s sat up slightly, whispered something to Lily and slowly pulled herself to her feet. She then removed her blindfold and walked to the hatch and climbed down the ladder.
“I sent her down to her bunk,” Lily said with a giggle. “Now that Auntie Helena is away time to play!”
“Auntie?” Nicholas mumbled, but she did not respond, instead poured herself and Violet two stiff glasses of vodka. She handed a glass to Violet, and they kissed their glasses and swallowed their drinks in one gulp.
“Party?” Nicholas said as he removed a small cigarette pack from his pocket and removed a joint, displaying it in his hand. Lily and Violet brightened at the sight. She slid her arms around his waist and put her hand over the spliff.
“Oooh, do I get any? Will you share?” Lily asked, running her hand over his shirt covering his stomach.
“Sure, let’s spark it!” He said. She smiled and shook with excitement, her large breasts swaying in her scant bikini. He panted while he took out a lighter and lit the spliff, puffed it and passed it to her awaiting fingers. She puffed for moment, then turned the joint around in her mouth, placing its tip on her lips and the joint over her tongue, “shotgunning” the spliff. She leaned into Violet, they appeared to kiss, then withdrew from each other, Violet exhaling a large puff of smoke with a smile and a cough. Lily approached Nicholas and placed a hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, her lips almost kissing his as she pushed the smoke from her lips into his inhaling mouth. She motioned to move away, but he held her by her waist and kept her close, inhaling more smoke. Finally he let go, exhaling and coughing. Lily and Violet turned to one another and took another shotgunned hit. Violet kissed and tongued Lily’s neck as Lily gasped with delight, squirming and then spanking Violet with an audible smack.
He collapsed on the bench. He felt a strong buzz of the pot and liquor. His eyes felt heavy, and he leaned back in the bench, putting his hands behind his head. He watched the two in their immodest bikinis with a faint smile. He listened to them giggling and whispering, but the swaying of the ship gently rocked him quickly to sleep.
***
Nicholas woke to see Helena standing before him wearing a small, red one-piece swimsuit. It covered very little, leaving her shapely hips exposed and barely covered her large breasts, the fabric only just covering her nipples. She had a hand on his shoulder.
“Good, time to head out, young man!” Helena said to him. She turned and walked out on the deck, looking at the thin thong back of her swimsuit, sitting deep in her round ass. He stood and shook his head. It was still dark outside as he grabbed his bag and walked out on the deck. Lily and Violet dropped an inflatable boat in the water next to the yacht and climbed in it. He looked around in the dark and saw a few small lights somewhere in the dark. He climbed rail as Violet helped him down before she followed him into the raft. Lily started the outboard motor, and they buzzed over soft waves before sliding into the surf. Lily and Violet got out and pulled the raft ashore.
Nicholas placed a foot on the sand with Helena leading him along the beach to a small light hanging above a large rock. Behind it lay a set of stone stairs leading up in a zigzag. He followed Helena’s swaggering hips and swaying round ass as they traveled up the long stairs, switching back and forth in direction due to the slope of the rocky cliff. The thin back of her swimsuit kept his mind occupied as he watched her round backside sway and flex with each step of the stairs. Finally at the top, they reached a tiled patio covered in a ceramic tiled roof supported by stone columns that ran along the side of the house.
“Do you have any sand on you? Please never bring any sand in the house. It gets in no matter what, but if you have sand on you, please remove whatever might have sand. Your shoes?” Helena said pointing at his feet. She bent over and removed her shoes, placing them next to the last steps onto the patio. He pulled his shoes off with his feet and kicked them next to hers. She led him to a large heavy door on the patio and opened it. He watched her round ass in the thong of her one-piece. The sight of her aroused everything in him.
Swinging the door open, she reached for a light switch and illluminated the room. She led him through to a hallway and to a set of stairs.
“I am falling asleep. It’s late, and I am headed to bed. The kitchen is through that doorway there,” she pointed down the hall. He nodded. “This way to the bedrooms. Lily and Violet will come along shortly. Let me show you your bedroom.”
She swayed up the stairs, his face as close to her ass as possible. He wanted to reach out and grab a hold of her firm cheeks and spread them, plunge his tongue inside her. He felt himself getting more and more aroused. At the top of the stairs she pointed one way to a door at the end of the hall.
“That is my room. Yours is here.” She turned and opened a door. Inside he saw a large bed covered in pillows, a window with curtains open and lamp sitting on a nightstand. A chest of drawers sat in front of the bed. Helena then opened another door in the hall, this one opening to a bathroom.
“Feel free to get comfortable. You might as well, you should be here for a while,” Helena said to him with a faint smile.
“Thanks, I am probably going to sleep here, too,” he said and mock saluted her before entering his bedroom. He watched her turn and head down the hall.
He unpacked some clothes, finding his bath bag with toothbrush and headed to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth, he could hear movement and faint talking coming from downstairs. He washed his face and used the privy. Upon exiting, he ran into Lily and Violet sauntering down the hall. They looked at him but did not say anything, their eyes red with bloodshot.
He retired to bed after stripping nude. He never wore pajamas or anything else to bed, preferring freedom. He found the bed extremely comfortable and quickly fell asleep after so much excitement.
***
Light beamed in his window and woke him. He looked for a clock and not finding one, climbed out of bed and put on a pair of shorts and an undershirt. He walked into the hall quietly and went downstairs. He followed the hall to the kitchen. As he walked he felt more awake, and he felt better rested than he had in years. The dread that had followed him for so long had seemed to evaporate when he set foot on this island.
He looked around the kitchen and saw a bowl of fruit containing plums, apricots, peaches, grapes and bananas. He grabbed a plum and noticed a door on the other side of the kitchen that appeared to lead outside to the patio. Opening it, the sea breeze touched his skin. It felt cool, but the sun warmed him. He stretched his arms out with a long sigh.
“Ahem… good morning?” A voice spoke, startling him. He quickly spun around to see Violet sitting in a wicker chair with a cup of hot tea in hand. She had her legs pulled up under her. She wore a short camisole. She extended her legs down to the floor slowly, giving him a view up her thigh and hip showing her lack of panties underneath her nightie. It hung loose on her curvy body, barely covering her large swaying breasts as she walked. The garment matched her platinum hair.
He stood frozen as she touched his arm and pulled him to sit next to her on a love-seat overlooking the water. Sitting, he watched her put her bare legs on the seat and folded them under herself as she sat on her knees. She sipped her tea slowly, its heat visible in the cool morning air. As she drink it, he watched as her nipples hardened forming a noticeable impression in her camisole, and he bit his plum. Its sweet juices filled his mouth and trickled down his lips. A little dribbled down his chin and onto his chest. She watched him as she drink her tea. He watched her as he ate his plum. They sat in silence until she finished her plum. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she stood and walked back to the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder and looked at her prance away, the bottom of her ass hanging out of her camisole. After she shut the door, he turned to the sea.
The water looked as blue as a sapphire. He had never seen such a beautiful place. The house sat on a rocky hill overlooking a small lagoon surrounded by craggy cliffs. The yacht sat anchored in the middle of the lagoon. He could see the hills surrounding the house. He finished his plum and threw the pit under a bush. He stood and smelled the sweet, salty air. After a minute he saw Violet exit onto the patio from the other door on the far side, giving him a wave with her slender fingers. She had changed back into her bikini, and he watched her turn and head down the stairs to the beach. Reaching the bottom, finally, she walked across the gray white sand of the beach and enter the water, wading further and further until she dove in and swam. He walked to the other end of the patio to get a better look at her in the water.
She swam out to the boat and turned around and headed back to shore with a backstroke. He watched her crawl through the surf, and she adjusted her swimsuit then started up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she walked to a spigot that sat seven feet above the ground next to the patio with a single handle under it. She watched him as she stood under it and turned on the water. Her body tensed abruptly as cold water splashed on her washing away the sand on her knees, feet, stomach and arms. She looked at him watching her as she unclasped her top, freeing her sizable tits, her nipples standing stiff under the cold water. She turned her back to him and slowly pulled her bottoms down over her bronzed legs. She spread her legs slightly and helped splash water between the cheeks of her ass. Turning off the water, she gathered her bikini and slung it over the wooden banister surrounding the shower to dry. She stepped onto the patio and reached into a small cabinet next to him and retrieved a small towel from it. Unfolding the towel, she used it to dry her body, then she threw the towel over her shoulders. Her hard nipples poked out from underneath it, and as he watched her saunter inside the house, he caught sight of a tiny patch of platinum blonde pubic hair, and her naked body jostling and jiggling as she casually walked excited and aroused him.
*Holy shit! I knew that some of these places were more accepting of the body and nudity, but wow, she is a bit more accepting than I expected.* He thought as he looked back across the water.
End part 2 / Continued part 3
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