This story is only for the one's who appreciate lesbian erotic stories and are of legal age wherever they live. If you don't fit in under any of the two above, please stop read now. Keywords: lesbian, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal, group Sandy's fantasies by Sandy Chapter 43: Jet-ski lesson "Just do what I say, miss and everything will be ok," the tanned instructor said, studying Evelyn through her sunglasses. The woman, maybe a little over twenty, looked like she had been picked right out of an issue of Sports Illustrated. She was really fit, had on just the right kind of sporty beachwear and was a real turn-on for all five of them, although none except maybe Emily really wanted to admit it. The woman had her shiny, half long black hair arranged in two braids and was wearing a bandana tied around her head. They had met up at the bar by the pool, both mothers and daughters really anxious to find out what had happened to the others, but none of them really knew how to bring up the subject. Questions were still lingering unanswered in their minds. Emily had seen a poster in the lobby with information about how to rent a jet ski, with or without an instructor for an hour and they had all decided that it would be fun for Evelyn to try it out as a birthday gift. Now the 40-year-old blonde was standing in knee-deep water, feeling butterflies in her stomach and anxiously listening to what the instructor had to say. Over the years, when in Europe on vacation with the family, she and her husband had from time tot time rented scooters but she was really very inexperienced when it came to ride motor vehicles. She started to wonder what she had gotten herself into. The Jet Ski was in the water beside her, held still by the instructor and it looked really powerful. "Just put your foot on the side and climb up, like on a horse. I'll get behind you." Evelyn glanced back towards the four on the beach and then took hold of the handles. "Way to go, mum!" she heard Emily yell as she lifted her leg and put her feet up onto the foot space. "You look good, Evelyn!" Kristina's voice didn't do much to calm her down. She could still hear the words from earlier, when her friend had been sitting between her spread legs, urging her on as she masturbated. Suddenly she felt a strong hand on her buttock and before she knew it she was in position on the seat. The hand of course belonged to the instructor and the woman quickly got up behind her. Evelyn was only wearing her bikini with a life vest ion top and suddenly she felt very naked. The woman behind her wore some sort of two pieces wetsuit, with a sleeveless top ending just below her breasts and the legs of her tight shorts ending halfway down her muscular thighs. Her sporty dark sunglasses were fastened with a rubber band behind her head and she obviously intended to wear them during the ride. "Just push the button" the instructor said in Evelyn's ear and reached around her waist to point. The inevitable pressure of the woman's breasts against her back felt really nice and another kind of butterflies started to mix with the first ones. "You steer it like a bicycle and control the speed with your right handle" the instructor continued, putting her hand on top of Evelyn's. The closeness of the woman suddenly felt really exciting and she couldn't help but to lean back a little. She pushed the button and felt the engine wake up. "Off we go, then" the instructor said and took the handle, "I'll drive to begin with". As smooth as a dolphin they turned and headed out towards the Mediterranean. * "Oh god, look at them go" Kristina said anxiously, "I hope they don't fall off." "Don't worry, she looked to be in good hands" Emily happily replied. "What a babe!" * They were really picking up the speed, the water was splashing and the wind was blowing in her face and it was just awesome. Evelyn felt the adrenaline rush through her body while the woman behind her skilfully steered the jet ski along a line about two hundred yards out into the water. After a while they started to slow down. "Now you do it," the instructor said with her mouth close to Evelyn's ear. At first it felt awkward, but soon she got the hang of it and after a few minutes Evelyn felt like she was driving like a real professional. "You're doing great" the instructor said in a load voice to make herself heard and then Evelyn felt hands on her waist. They just stayed put to begin with and she thought that the woman maybe only held them there for support, but then they started to move, sliding forward and onto her thighs. "Just keep going." The woman's voice was lower and wasn't there a hint of excitement shining through? The hands moved to the side of her thighs and then upwards over her hips, waist and then they stopped just below her life vest. The vest was undone before Evelyn could blink and then the hands were back, continuing their journey upwards. They slid past her ribcage and lingered a while on the side of her breasts before closing over the ample mounds on top of the bikini. "Shouldn't...I be wearing my vest...?" Evelyn weakly started and tried her best to focus on driving, which wasn't easy. The triangular patch covering each breast was pulled aside and then the woman's hands were on her bared nipples, rubbing them with the fingertips. "What are you doing...?" Evelyn mumbled, but her voice drowned in the sound of the engine. The situation was beginning to get to her and she felt her nipples harden. 'I've got to stop this' she thought and let go off the gas handle. But to her surprise the engine kept going at the same pace and all she could do was focusing on steering, while the instructor kept fondling her. One of the woman's hands went back under her opened life vest and then her bikini top was undone, leaving her full breasts bouncing freely to the rhythm of the jet ski's movements. Evelyn desperately looked around to see if anyone was near enough to notice. Both hands were on her breast and the instructor was now shamelessly cupping them, rubbing the soft skin and pushing them together. No one, apart from a sailing boat and an anchored yacht, were as far out as they were and the bathing hotel guests were just little dots about a hundred yards further in towards the shore. Her nipples were burning against the woman's palms and it was all so unexpected and so unreal. She dimly wondered if there was more to come and as a queue, one hand left its breast and moved down over her stomach. The fingers slipped in under the wet fabric of her bikini bottom and then she had the woman's hands on top of her pubic hair. The long finger made contact with her clit and at the same time the woman's lips made contact with her neck. * Kirsti looked up when she heard the engine and saw a jet ski pass by, about fifty yards away. She was holding on to the railing and had the third woman, the one who had been filming earlier, behind her. The woman's name was Terri and she was holding Kristi's hips tightly, pushing one of the dildos back and forth between the girl's spread ass-cheeks. These women seemed to have a thing for artificial cocks, but Kirsti was ok with hat. She had been fucked by men a couple of times before, but she had never had a woman doing it to her and she found it really exciting. It was obviously more natural for a man, but the three pop stars were really good at it and Kirsti loved the way they were treating her. There were two persons on the Jet Ski and there was something oddly familiar about the driver, but Kirsti was well on her way towards a second orgasm and it was hard to focus with the dildo pounding into her. She decided to let it go and instead she turned her head sideways to watch the other two. They were in a tight embrace, pleasing each other with their mouths in an awesome 69-position. The two light-brown bodies looked fantastic together and Kirsti soaked up every inch of their dark, glistening skin while Terri kept fucking her. The manager, Samantha, had finished fucking the captain and was now sitting on the second step of the ladder, smoking a cigarette and watching the ongoing sex with interest. The captain, really embarrassed, had vanished into the yacht somewhere. * Evelyn was trying so hard to steer but it was almost impossible. The instructor's finger was deep inside of her and the woman was rapidly moving it back and forth while fondling Evelyn's breast with her other hand. She had closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them again she saw that they had gotten really close to the yacht. Someone was standing by the railing, looking towards her and at first she thought she was hallucinating, but then she realised that it really was Kirsti, the young Norwegian that had seduced her last night, that she was seeing. And further more: she was topless and her upper body was moving rhythmically. Someone was standing behind the young blonde and, even thought she couldn't actually see it, her aroused mind could quite easily figure out what was going on. At first she felt a little disappointed, because the obvious conclusion was that it was a man behind Kirsti, pushing her cock up into the girl. But when they got even closer, it became obvious that the person behind the Norwegian was a woman doing a man's work and the realisation combined with the instructors finger fucking, almost made Evelyn come right then. "You better steer away, otherwise we'll get caught" the instructor said in her ear. She could feel the woman's thighs pressing against her buttocks. She was almost up into the woman's lap and her ass had been lifted completely off the Jet Ski's seat and about four inches separated it from the seat. "But...I know her..." Evelyn whimpered. They were only about 20 yards from the side of the boat and if they continued, they would drive right into it. "Ok, then" the instructor said and at once the machine slowed down to a halt. "But how..." Evelyn gasped. * 'What are they doing?' The two women eating each other were done and Kirsti was again looking out towards the Jet Ski. It was really close now and they had for some reason turned off the engine. She felt Terri bend forward and cup her breast while relentlessly keeping the dildo going in and out of her and then it struck her. 'Oh shit! It's her!' she thought as she recognized Evelyn. She had on an impulse seduced the two sisters' mother last night and it had turned out to be really awesome. 'What are the chances of her showing up right now and doing that?' she thought and felt the orgasmic release inside her approach. Unbelievable enough it looked as if the woman behind Evelyn was masturbating her. She was definitely caressing one of the blond mother's naked breasts and the other hand was rhythmically moving between Evelyn's legs. "Look at that" she heard the two other group members say. They were up on their feet and were also leaning against the railing, watching the scene with interest. "What?" the manager said and also rose up. She quickly walked over to the others and started to watch as well. * All of a sudden they had an audience of five people, but the instructor didn't seem to care. She had moved her hands to Evelyn's waist and was, after helping the worked up birthday girl to turn around, helping her down into a half lying position. Evelyn barely had time to lean back with her elbows against the steering handle before her bikini panties were yanked down and off her legs. The instructor hunched down at the back of the Jet Ski, parted Evelyn's pussy lips with her fingers and started to flick her tongue over the exposed, pink flesh. "Aaah!" Evelyn grunted, meeting Kirsti's eyes for a second. The teenager seemed as close to an orgasm as she herself was. Then the instructor's fingers penetrated both her anus and pussy and she started to come violently. * Terri had lost rhythm when she let go off the girl's hips to fondle her breasts but now her hands were back and she started to pump away as hard as she could, slamming her thighs into the girls firm buttocks with each thrust. The blonde woman on the Jet Ski was coming and she wondered if the two would be able to stay on the machine through the climax. "I know her...aaah!" the teenager whimpered and then: "Oh, fuck! You're making me come again". Terri took hold of the girls shoulder with one hand and kept fucking her through the climax, watching the two women on the boat while doing it. * The hour had passed and they were all waiting for Evelyn to return, eager to hear what she had thought about the ride. They had spent the 60 minutes by the pool and none of them had been able to keep away from thinking about themselves and various other females in different kind of sexual positions. They had tried to focus on this evening, planning for the trip into the bigger city and the three-course-dinner at the luxurious floating restaurant where they had reservations, booked over the Internet to celebrate Evelyn. A taxi-limo was included and it was supposed to pick them up by the hotel. But being around so many near naked fabulous bodies, including theirs had made it quite hard. They saw the Jet Ski approach and stop about twenty yards out into the water. To their surprise, Evelyn was sitting behind the instructor, holding on tightly and leaning her head against the younger woman's shoulder. She seemingly reluctant let go, slid off the machine and their surprises turned into astonishment as they watched the instructor lean down and give Evelyn a kiss on the lips before again starting the engine and drive away. "They sure seem to have hit it off" Emily mused and watched her mother wade towards them. "How was it, mum?" Olivia shouted. Evelyn's cheeks became a bit red, her hair was wet and something that looked like embarrassment were showing in her beautiful blue eyes. "Fantastic" she just said and then she started to retell the hour. 'Something definitely has happened' Kristina thought listening to Evelyn finish. The story didn't really add up and suddenly it truck her that her friend's facial expression was about the same as this morning in the shower after having masturbated herself to orgasm. "No way..." Kristina mumbled, automatically creating an image of Evelyn and the instructor naked together. "What, mum?" Julia asked as they started to walk back towards the hotel for lunch. "Oh nothing, honey." * "Does it feel good?" she heard the muffled voice of the woman named Maxine say from behind her. "Unngh! Oh yes!" she heard herself reply and turned her head. Kirsti was lying in the sun chair and it was the manager's turn to fuck her. She had wrapped her long legs around Samantha's jean covered ass and was helping the woman go as deep as possible inside of her. The young Norwegian was being fucked in a missionary position and being fucked so good. She couldn't believe how skilled these women were with a dildo and she was sure that no man could do it better. Her eyes focused on the large screen, were the three coloured pop stars were watching the film they had just shot. Fascinated she saw herself lying on her back in the sun chair, being fucked the same way as she was now by one of the women, she couldn't tell them apart anymore, while another one was fucking her mouth. Watching herself take the black rubber, shining with her saliva, down her throat was so hot and when Samantha started to suck on her nipples she felt her third orgasm wash over her.