Story 140 The Fishing Trip.

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Hi, Mike here.

       The next story in this volume has to be about the fishing trip we all went on recently. Peter heard of a company which offered all weekend fishing trips out into Auckland’s Hauraki Gulf. The trip left Auckland Friday evening and docked at Coromandel for the night. Since the boat had only limited sleeping accommodation for the crew, passengers were transferred to a motel in the town then returned to the boat the following morning.

       All day Saturday was spent out on the boat fishing and cruising around Great Barrier Island before returning to Coromandel for the second night going out at a restaurant/club with a live band before returning to the motel. Sunday was again spent out on the water before returning to Auckland that evening.

       Well, that was the plan according to the brochure now here is our version of what actually happened on our trip.  

       When Peter came up with the idea of taking an all weekend fishing trip, we thought he was crazy. None of us had ever been into fishing so why the idea to start now? Especially the girls were surprised and were wondering what he thought we would do with the children. Well, as he explained it to us, the idea began to grow on us. It was not so much the fishing, but a chance for all of us being together for the weekend. And not forgetting, a chance to do something different like taking a fishing boat trip. Brian and Mega, who were visiting us, also got to go too.

       Shanti suggested she could ask Mary and Greeshma if they could take all of the kids for the weekend. So the kids’ problem was easily solved with our mother-in-laws happy to take all the kids. They said they would give them a great time, going to McDonald’s and everything. Shanti thought we would probably have the kids bouncing off the walls for a week after all that sugar.

        So one weekend recently we were off on our fishing/boat trip, all five couples together. The girls said they could entertain themselves while we guys were fishing. I was kind of wondering what they meant by entertainment because knowing our group anything could happen.

        We had hardly got out to the centre of the harbour when a couple of girls, not from our group, had their blouses off. Then with their bikini tops off they settled down for some topless sunbathing in the late afternoon sun. I thought then 'This trip might become more interesting than I had expected.' I was also surprised that our girls, especially my wife, didn’t get their gear off as well. She usually never misses a chance to get her tits out in public. 

       Of course, being into boats, once we were underway, I went up to have a look in the wheel-house. Being a smaller boat it wasn’t that much, just the wheel, radar, and a few fish finders etc. The skipper was happy to let me have a go at the wheel once he knew I had handled boats before.

       I was standing at the wheel when three of the girls turned up. They were watching as the skipper and I were discussing traffic as we left the harbour approaches through the narrow Motuihe channel between the inner islands. Since there were a number of pleasure craft around we had to be careful to avoid them. Soon we were in the more open waters of the Hauraki Gulf with the skipper giving me the direct heading for Coromandel.

       Lizamoa then asked if she could have a go at steering the boat. I looked over at the skipper and he nodded OK and so she came over and took over the wheel. She had tried once before on the boat at the resort and now she was doing a good job keeping us on the right heading. The skipper watched for a while and then said he would leave things to me while he got something to eat.

       Shanti wanted to have a go next and after a while, Sharon wanted to as well. I was still standing next to her making sure nothing went go wrong when Peter stepped up behind her. We didn’t know he and Brian had arrived in the wheel-house.

      “I hope you are doing a good job, Sharon,” he said. “This late in the evening, we don’t want to get lost when it gets dark.”

       “Of course I am,” she replied. “Mike showed me where to steer to.”

      “Well, I think I need to check.”

      He stepped up close against her and put his arms around her. He then looked over her shoulder at the compass in front of her.

      “What’s the heading, Mike?” he asked.

      “95. Almost due East,” I replied. “Check this against the radar from time to time as well.”

      Sharron pointed to the 95 clearly shown on the screen in front of her. “See I am right on the course.”

      “Hey! Hey!” cried Peter. “Sharon don’t do that!”

      “What?”

      “You must never take your hands off the wheel.”

       Not thinking, she quickly put her hand back on the wheel.

      “That’s better. You must hold the wheel tightly..... with both hands... at all times, Sharon. Don’t let it go!”

       “Ok,” she agreed, “I will.”

       “No matter what happens, don’t let go.”

       “Ok,” she replied again.

       Suddenly I realised what Peter was up to. But I am sure that poor Sharon had just missed she was being set up.

       His hands had now come up on to her breasts, and he was squeezing them through her bikini top. I saw Shanti on the other side of them look across at me and smile when she caught what he was doing.

       This continued for a while and I began to realise that she was probably enjoying it, Then I saw his hand come around and undo the tie of her bikini top.

       “Hey! What are you doing?” she said, her hand coming around to try and grab the undone straps of her top.

       “Keep both hands on the wheel,” Peter commanded her. “I am just making you more comfortable. It must be very uncomfortable having those big tits squashed into that tiny bikini top. You want to be more comfortable, doing such an important job.”
       "Oh, OK," she agreed.

       To my surprise, she was holding the wheel again, with both hands. And I notice she didn’t protest either when Peter’s hand then returned to her front and I saw him slip his hands in under her top now hanging loosely in front of her. He continued playing with and rubbing her tits for a while.
        Later he pulled the top up over her head now leaving her completely topless. She continued watching the compass heading and steering the boat while Peter continued playing with her breasts. As most of you will know, Sharon loves her boobs being touched. Soon I could see her nipples were standing out hard and erect, so there was no doubt now, she was obviously enjoying the attention too.

       Then Peter took it to a new level when he reached down and began running his hands over her arse through her tight little shorts. He even pushed his hands right down between her legs at the back. Then he stepped closer to her again and ran both hands down her front, over her shorts and began rubbing her pussy through her shorts. By the way she pressed her bum back against him I could see she was happy with this new development too.

       At this point, the captain came back. I think he was a bit surprised to find a topless girl at his wheel but he never said anything. He just stood back beside me and I don’t think Sharon even knew he was there.

      Then Peter’s hands moved up and quickly he had her shorts unzipped.

      “Hey!” she protested, “Don’t do that.”

      When she reached down with both hands to try zipping them up again.
      "Sharon! What are you doing?" Peter said, "You must keep both hands on the wheel.”

      To our surprise, she actually returned both hands to the wheel leaving her shorts unzipped at the front. Peter now began to peel her shorts down.

     “What are you doing?” she said.

     “You must be very uncomfortable in such tight shorts. I’ll just take them off. You still have your bikini bottom on underneath.”

      She let him do that too. When he had pulled them down to her ankles she just stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Then she just continued steering the boat now wearing just her tiny bikini bottom. Shanti then looked over towards me and noticed the captain standing there. She nodded behind me and I just smiled bringing one finger to my lips so she wouldn’t tell Sharon. Shanti just smiled and returned to watching Peter and Sharon.

      By now Peter’s hands were back on Sharon’s pussy. Rubbing her through the thin material of her bikini bottom. Then he had one hand down inside her front and I could see he was giving her pussy a good work over too.

      Suddenly he pulled his hand out with one hand going to each of her hips. In a second he had both her bikini ties undone and as he pulled the bikini came off completely, the front part slipping out between her legs.

      “Peter!” she gasped. Both hands going down to her suddenly exposed pussy.

      “Sharon, put your hands back on the wheel,” Peter said.

      Again to my surprise she did. I would have thought she would just back away from the wheel leaving it to someone else while she restored her modesty, but no, she continued what she was doing, now steering the boat completely naked.

       Now Peter’s hands were all over her, rubbing her breasts and pussy before he settled down to giving her pussy some more treatment. After a while, it was clear he was getting to her. Then suddenly she closed her eyes, gave a moan.  Her body trembled and she gave a gasp. We all knew what had just happened.

      “So what’s going on here?” we all heard Steve’s voice. “An orgy on the bridge, is it?”

      “Steve!” gasped Sharon looking around. Then she noticed the captain standing there. “Oh no!” she said, her hands going to cover her breasts and pussy.

      “Bit late for that, Sharon,” Steve said. “I think the show is already over.”

      “How long have you been there?”

      “Long enough,”

       The captain took the wheel while Sharon struggled to put her clothes back on.

      “I can’t leave you for a minute, Sharon, can I” Steve scolded her, trying to keep a straight face.

      “But Steve…… It was Peter…… He…..”

      “No Sharon. It wasn’t Peter who just had a big orgasm, was it?”

      “But he……”

      “No! No! Sharon. Not but he…… "

       Then suddenly she laughed. “Anyway, I had a good time.”

       She turned to the captain, “Thank you for letting me have a go.”

       Not that the captain had any say in it. “That’s fine,” he said.  “But I must admit you have a novel way of steering a boat.”

       By now we were approaching Coromandel Harbour and while the captain brought the boat into the wharf we went back to get ready to disembark.

That Evening.

        When we reached our motel we quickly put our things into our rooms and then headed out to find somewhere to eat. A town the size of Coromandel doesn’t have much choice in fine dining so in the end we just had takeaways from a fish & chip shop before we returned to our motel.

        It was still fairly early and so some of us decided to try one of the spa pools. They were around the back of the motel, away from the road and set in a semi-enclosed area beside the main pool.

        The water was not that hot but since it was a warm summer night it didn’t really matter too much. Well, we had only been in a few minutes when Shanti and Lizamoa turned up. They quickly had their robes off which were followed by their bikini tops before they got into the pool. I was wondering why they even bothered wear their bikini tops since they never even got them wet.

        Well, that was it. There was no sexy business, just a group of people enjoying the pools while the two girls were topless. There were no children present and nobody was offended by it. When they got out the girls replaced their bikini tops and put their beach robes back on before going back into the motel. 

Next Morning

       We were just leaving to catch the bus back to the boat when the motel manager approached Lizamoa.

      “We do not approve of the bathing dress you were wearing last night,” he began. “We have regulations and standards at this motel. Anything less could cause offence to other guests.”

       Lizamoa was a bit stunned at first. She didn’t know what to say but Shanti was quick to jump in.

      “Doesn’t the sign say, ‘People must be decently dressed before entering the pool area’?” 

      “Well yes……”

      “What is your problem then?” Shanti said. “Lizamoa was wearing her bikini when she entered the pool area.”

      “But that’s not the point,” argued the manager. “Your friend did not remain like that. And as I remember it, neither did you.”

      “Well whose to get offended? The whole motel is booked out to passengers off our boat. Nobody, there was offended or complained so what’s the problem?”

      But the manager wasn’t interested in arguing with her. “Well if it happens again tonight I will have to ask you to leave the pool.”

      We now had to hurry to catch the bus but as I went out through the door I heard Shanti say in a rather loud voice behind me. “Pompous git.”

      I am sure the manager must have heard her too. 

      On the way to the boat, Shanti was still going on about it. It really wound her up! “What, does that guy think he is living in the dark ages? These days girls go topless all over the place and no one cares.”

      Others in the bus were listening to her and one guy asked what was going on. That was the wrong thing to say because it started Shanti off all over again. She was telling them about how she and Lizamoa went topless in the spa last night and the manager had told them off in the morning.

       Then Mega said something which suddenly changed the whole thing. “What if we all went topless this evening? Would he try to throw all of us out?”

       Well, Shanti caught on to that idea and then she was asking if all the girls would join her for a topless swim that evening. All four of our girls quickly agreed to join her and then the two other girls did too. When Shanti asked two more they said yes but the last girl remained silent. I notice Shanti didn’t push her any further.

       So a plan was quickly made for all of us to meet at the pool after we got back to the motel. Once they were inside the pool area, the girls would go topless and see what happened. I thought to myself this could be interesting but Shanti also could be heading for trouble too. 

       Later I was talking with the captain on the boat. He asked me what happened back at the motel. When I asked why, he told me he had received a complaint from the motel manager. I just explained that two of the girls had gone topless in the spa pool and the manager had complained in the morning.

      The captain then told me that his company had used that motel for a long time but since the owner had changed there had been quite a few problems. They had decided to change to another motel which was a bit further from the township but they would provide a courtesy van in the evenings.

       I then told him “There could be more complaints since all the girls intended going topless that evening.”

      “This could be interesting. Maybe I should stay at the motel tonight too,” he replied with a laugh. 

That evening.

       We all grabbed our swimming gear as soon as well arrived back at the motel and soon everyone was at the swimming pool. All ten girls wore their bikinis and soon everyone was in the water. We were all waiting for Shanti to make the first move since she was the one driving this whole thing.

       After a few minutes, she got out of the pool and walked over to a table where her towel and bag lay. She soon had her top off and was returning to the pool when the manager appeared. He must have been watching us.

      “Hey! Put your top back on!” he yelled.

       Shanti laughed, and then taking her breasts in her hands, presented them to everyone in the pool.

      “Is anyone offended by my tits?” she asked.

      “No!” came a chorus from all the guys and some of the girls too.

      “Put your top back on or leave the pool,” demanded the manager.

       Then Mega who was in the pool close to where the manager was standing said, “If Shanti is going to get thrown out, then so am I.”

       Quickly she had her top off and threw at the manager’s feet.

      “And me too,” added Sharon.

       Before the manager knew what was happening every girl in the pool was minus her top, including the girl who had been unsure in the bus.

       Shanti had walked around the pool and was now facing the manager. She again took her breasts in her hands again, holding them out to him.

       “See I’m only topless.”

       “Put your top back on or I’ll……”

       “Don’t you like tits?” she asked.

       “But….. I said……”

       “Tits are nice to play with. Here, you can play with them, if you want.”

        I was surprised that my wife went that far. The manager was even more shocked. He went red in the face and then turned and walked quickly away to a burst of laughter from the girls. At that moment I felt almost sorry for him.

       Still laughing, Shanti turned to us. Putting on a pretend sad face she said, “I don’t think he likes my tits.”

       That started the girls laughing again as she jumped into the pool.

       I heard Lizamoa ask her, “What would you have done if he wanted to have a feel?”

       “Oh, I wouldn’t mind,” she laughed. “Tits are made to be played with, aren’t they?”

       One of the men turned to me and asked, “Would she really have done that.”

       I replied, “Knowing my wife, she could do anything.” 

      A while later the captain and his two crew turned up. He had the man who was his deckhand and the woman who ran the bar with snacks and drinks.

      “I have had another complaint about topless women in the pool,” he said.

      “What?” asked Shanti. “Have you come to get us out?”

      “No! No! Of course not! We’ve come to join you.”

      The captain and the crewman were soon stripped down to swim shorts. The woman just pulled off the dress she was wearing to reveal she only wore a bikini bottom underneath. Soon all three of them had joined us in the pool. 

        Next morning I was expecting to see the manager again, but there was a girl in reception. I thought that was good. At least there wouldn’t be any trouble. But my wife was disappointed.

        “Where did my new friend go?” she asked. “I wanted to say goodbye.”

        “Shanti! Behave yourself,” I said.

        “Why Mike. I thought I was. I just want to be friendly and offer him a quick feel.”

        “Come on,” I said grabbing her arm. “Get out of here! Before you get us into more trouble.”

         We signed out quickly and headed for the bus.

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