Brad Logan

A ball with the kids

CHAPTER ONE

Poke sat on the dock looking down at the tanned girl. He loved the way her tits jostled in her bikini top. Her tits were big and bouncy and her bikini was tiny. There seemed to be a pretty good chance of her tits tumbling right out, especially with the way she kept bending down to pick up the loose ropes that lay all over the deck of the sailboat.

Every time she bent down, Poke's heart would skip a beat. The chance of seeing one of her tits spill out, and the total effect of this gorgeous creature thrilled the young boy.

The girl had long, straight blond hair which swept down as she bent. Her round ass stuck out, showing the crescent moons of her asscheeks below her bikini bottom and the top of her asscrack above it.

Her tummy was flat, and her legs were long and slender. Her pretty little feet padded about on the teakwood deck. She was coiling the ropes and hanging them neatly on cleats and winches.

Poke knew about boats from the books he'd read. But he'd never been on a boat in his life except for the rowboats in Lake Floyd and the ferryboat ride he took once as a kid. Now that his parents had rented a house in Dappled Harbor, Poke was ready to go sailing… as soon as someone invited him.

When the girl had all the ropes coiled and hung up, she stood and grabbed the top of her bikini. Tugging up on it, she gave her body a wiggle, settling her tits deeper into the black bikini.

Then she noticed the boy above her. She looked up, her blue eyes flashing as they met Poke's greedy eyes. Poke froze with embarrassment as he looked down at the girls pretty face. Her tanned face broke into a smile. Poke smiled back. Then the girl hopped down into the cockpit of the yacht and began wiping the varnished seats and railing.

The few seconds they had looked into each other's eyes left Poke gasping. Now that she had smiled at him, he knew he should say something to her. She was friendly enough, and if he talked to her she might invite him to go sailing. There was going to be a race with these beautiful old boats this afternoon, and she might need another crew member.

But Poke was shy. Besides, he had never sailed a boat. Reading a few books had taught him the difference between port and starboard, and between a jib sail and a halyard rope. But it would be obvious right away that he was a lubber. He was willing to admit that he didn't know about sailing, but he was eager to learn. And even if she didn't invite him to crew for her, at least he could ask the girl her name.