Speedboat rescue

I was awoken by my husband shaking me by the shoulder. “Quick, come and see!” he said. I stumbled out of bed, bleary-eyed and peered out of the big picture window in our bedroom that overlooked the estuary. I could just make out what he was so excited about. A pod of dolphins were playing close to the shore, arcing their dorsal fins and occasionally jumping clear out of the water. ‘Let’s go and watch them’ he said, pulling me by the hand down the stairs and out to our dock where our speed boat was moored. I protested that I needed to get dressed first, but he said ‘don’t bother about that, let’s go!’. So, dressed only in my nightdress I climbed into the boat and he started the engine.

It was the height of summer and the sun was already high in the sky, the water calm near the shore. I wasn’t cold in my night dress, just conscious that it was my sheer silk La Perla slip, with spaghetti straps, cut deep at the neck with a very short hemline. However, as it was still early, no-one else was around so we motored out and followed the dolphins as they lazily rolled and played in the shallow water. Eventually they disappeared under the surface and swam away out to the open sea. By this time, we were quite far from land and as we motored back over the rougher water, there was a figure sitting on a wind surfer, waving their arms, the universal signal for help. The wind had dropped completely by now and he was slowly being swept out to sea on the falling tide and asked if we could give him a tow to the sailing club jetty.

Because of the waves, hubby decided that it would be easiest it we put the board in the speed boat and the windsurfer should sit at the back holding on to the sail. Meanwhile I was sent up to the bow to make space for our visitor and all his stuff. The seat in the bow is rear-facing, so I was facing backwards, towards the boys who were sitting at the back of the boat. It was then that I again became aware of my dress. I was sitting with my legs firmly together, with my arms wide, holding onto the handle at the front, but the sheer fabric meant that my body must have been clearly visible to hubby and the stranger sitting next to him.

As the boat sped up It was impossible to maintain my composure and I had to use my legs to brace myself against the movement. Each time the boat hit a wave I had to move my feet to maintain my balance and with the hem already high on my thighs, I was aware that my legs were spread wide, exposing my open pussy to the boys at the back. Trying to catch hubby’s eye, he just pointed to my top, gesturing for me to cover up my right breast that had slipped out as the strap fell off my shoulder. Deeply embarrassed by my nakedness, there was nothing that i could do without drawing further attention to my predicament but fortunately we were now approaching the jetty so I was able to adjust my dress and cover myself up. By now there were quite a few people on the dock as it was also the base for the water ski school and my next challenge was to jump off the boat and tie us to the dock. Being as demure as I could, I leant forward to grab the line but this just exposed my bum to the boys at the back of the boat as I clambered off. All I could do was to pull down the hem of my dress, and hold the boat while the windsurfer removed his board and sail.

The young water-skiing instructors were clearly enjoying the scene; me standing on the dock in in full sun light wearing a see-through night dress, desperately trying to look invisible but clearly showing the contour of my small breasts and nipples, and the dark shadow between my legs. As soon as I could, I climbed into the boat, red with embarrassment, and as we sped off we got a cheer from the crowd on the dock. I have been teased ever since by the water ski instructors, who ask me when I am going to wear the silky dress again. It always turns me on to think about it.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12ow3l6/speedboat_rescue