Luckily, my cock softened enough so I could get out of the booth without embarrassing myself. I paid the bill while the girls went to the car. Donna took my credit card and said, “They’re kind of young for you aren’t they Jack?”
I chuckled and said, “My neighbor’s daughter and her friends. They were having a swim party and the mother had an emergency come up. She asked me to watch them until she gets back.” I braced myself for the question about Divi’s hand up my shorts. Thankfully it didn’t come and I took back my card and hurried for the door before it did. On the way home I asked, “How about a boat ride.”
The four girls jammed in the backseat all yelled out, “Yeah!”
At the house, the girls all stripped off their outer clothes revealing their bikinis. I couldn’t help but notice how skimpy their bikini bottoms were. Molly was actually wearing a thong bikini and her ass was incredible. I overheard her say to Zoe, “Don’t tell my mom. She’d like kill me if she knew I was wearing this. It’s hers; I’m like borrowing it.”
I don’t have much contact with teenagers but I see on TV that they all seem to use the word ‘like’ an awful lot. It’s become a form of punctuation. They can’t end a sentence without the word ‘like’. Personally, I find it kind of annoying but it is what it is. Thankfully, Divi doesn’t talk that way.
We headed out to the boat and the other girls couldn’t resist pinching Molly’s butt-cheeks as they hurried down the stairs and across the yard to the dock. I smiled at their youthful exuberance. When they started grab-assing each other, my dick pushed against the material of my bathing suit. I was trying to be the adult but my dick had a more prurient interest. The girls jumped on the boat and then they noticed that I was still standing on the deck above. They yelled for me to hurry up but I wasn’t going anywhere until my dick went down. I yelled down, “Hold on. I have to get something.” I went back inside and grabbed my folding cooler and threw some beers and ice inside. I pushed my dick around in my suit and inspected myself in the mirror. It was good enough.
I started the boat and asked Molly and Divi to untie the fore and aft lines. Truth be told, I just wanted to see Molly’s ass scooched down on the dock trying to figure out how to untie the bow line. It was spectacular. I came to the port side and instructed her. She finally got it and threw the bow fender bumper onboard and Divi did the same. We were off.
I opened up the throttle and the wind whipped through our hair. We were going sixteen miles per hour. Judging from the smiles and laughter, the girls loved it. The party boat configuration allowed them to move to bench and lounge seats fore and aft. Molly found the sunning platform and climbed up and sprawled out face down. Normally, the speedboats would blow past me but I had three of them following me running side by side. I smiled because I knew why. Boats passing by going in the opposite direction did a double take on Molly’s ass. There is a certain courtesy among boaters. At least one person on each boat waves whether they are overtaking you or passing by. Today, no one was overtaking me and those passing by just stood and stared slack jawed at my boat load of pretty teenagers and Molly’s naked ass.