While absolutely blissed, Sylvia also realised that she was starting to feel a little groggy. Raising her head, she looked around the two masted wooden Gulet. On the other side of one of the masts, Debra was also sunbathing, her body at an angle to the direction towards Sylvia’s own. One leg was raised and, glancing up, Sylvia could see the slight curve of her pubis beneath gold coloured bikini bottoms, a sight that stirred something up inside the young woman as she lay lazily in the sun. There was no sign of Mark, but then she recalled him saying something about preparing cocktails for them to enjoy in the afternoon heat.

Feeling mildly horny, Sylvia sat up and shook her head, her long, brown hair falling from the loose knot that she had tied it up into at the back of her head. Cocktails would have to wait. First she wanted to refresh herself.

As she stood, Debra did not move, silently worshiping the sun. Upright now, Sylvia could appreciate her body much more, the oiled legs sleek and toned, thighs parted to reveal the triangle of her bikini, and her waist sloping inwards then out to her chest on which rose her breasts, naked and golden as the sun beat down upon the boat. Feeling slightly self-conscious of her own, much smaller breasts and pulled her bikini top up, squashing them slightly against her rib cage. She looked admiringly on Debra’s beautiful face, those delicious emerald eyes covered by a dark pair of sunglasses, and smiled at the restful body lying contentedly on the deck of the boat.