Sex Outdoors 6

By Darren G. Burton

Sex Outdoors 6 is the sixth installment in a brand new series of erotic short story anthologies. Titillate your senses with these saucy tales of couples, threesomes and groups as they indulge their wildest sexual fantasies out in the great wide open. Adults only 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darren G. Burton
• Release date: Dec 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301387175

Darren G. Burton

I have been a writer for over 30 years. I've written numerous full length works of fiction and non-fiction, as well as many short stories and [e-mail]

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Sex Outdoors 6

Darren G. Burton

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Chapter 1 - Sex Boat

Paul and Craig were holidaying in the Greek Islands. They planned on island hopping around the area for the next month. Their first stopover had been the island of Crete, where they’d spent five days chilling out by day and partying by night. The usual thing.

This morning they’d flown to Mykonos and were staying on the popular southern side of the island with its famous beaches and party scene. It was now early afternoon and the overhead sun was quite hot. Paul wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his blue T-shirt. He glanced all around as they walked along the pavement that bordered the beach.

They seemed to be surrounded by white. The buildings all seemed to be white, many of the tourists and locals wore white clothing, there were wisps of white cloud in the azure sky and the sandy beach gleamed yellowish-white under the heat of the sun. Even Craig was wearing all white.

Both men scanned the beach, which was covered in a plethora of semi-naked bodies, many of the females quite stunning and pleasing to look at.

Nothing like some good old eye candy, Craig commented, smiling appreciatively.

A young guy dressed in blue board shorts, white T-shirt and white baseball cap stepped out in front of them. He was carrying what looked like a ticket book and a small photo album.

Hey, guys, he said with a bright smile. Have you guys heard about tonight’s party cruise?

Both Paul and Craig stopped. They didn’t have much choice. The seller made sure he blocked their path. A photo was thrust in front of their faces, depicting a large group of guys and girls, arms in the air, cheering and clowning around. A white banner was spread out in the foreground with red lettering that read: Summer Nights Party Cruise.

I’ve heard about that cruise, Craig chirped. Some friends of mine went on it a couple of summers ago.

I bet they loved it, the seller said confidently.

They did, actually, Craig told him. All three of them got laid from that cruise.

That’s what it’s all about. If you guys have got five minutes I’ll tell you about it.

Paul and Craig listened attentively as the guy launched into his sales pitch. It sure sounded like something they’d be up for. After all, they were here to party and meet women.

If you guys don’t pick up on this boat, I’ll refund your money, the seller promised when he’d finished his spiel.

How much are the tickets? Paul asked.

Thirty euro a ticket. And that includes everything I just told you about. The meal, the cruise, at least three free drinks, party games, prizes, souvenir T-shirt and photo and free entry to the after party.

Paul and Craig glanced at each other. Craig nodded.

Sign us up, Paul said, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. As the seller filled out their ticket, Paul turned to Craig. I’ll get this and you can buy us some drinks tonight.

Sweet, Craig agreed.

The seller asked, What are your names, guys?

Paul and Craig, Paul answered. He handed over the cash and the seller gave him the ticket.

Six PM at the Halo Bar, the salesman reiterated from his pitch. Free drink on entry and food’s served around six-thirty. Then down to the boat at seven-thirty where we get the group photo taken before launch.

Cool, said Craig.

Thanks guys. See you tonight.

As the pair continued their walk, Craig said, I wanted to go on this cruise. My mates reckon they had an awesome time.

And they all got laid, Paul said, smiling. That’s just what I need.

* * *

The sun was still shining brightly as they approached the Halo Bar at just past six in the evening. After handing over their ticket to a pretty young blond at the door, they each received a stamp on the wrist to show they were part of the cruise, and two ticket stubs; one for the free drink and one for the meal.

Paul and Craig moved inside the crowded bar. Most of the group looked to be English or Swedish, with a sprinkling of Dutch and Australian thrown in, and almost all of the patrons were on tonight’s cruise.

What do you want to drink? Craig asked Paul.

We’re lager louts, Paul retorted with a grin. What else would I drink?

It took almost ten minutes to get served as two flustered bar staff tired to service the sudden influx of patrons. Paul took the opportunity to examine the crowd; especially the females.

Everyone was dressed very casually. Most of the guys were just wearing shorts and a shirt. The girls predominantly wore short skirts and rather skimpy tops. No one wanted to get too dressed up in the heat. And there was no need. The whole idea was to impute a casual atmosphere.

Craig finally got served and he handed a pint of beer to his friend. Paul took a large sip of the cold brew and then lit a cigarette, blowing smoke towards the ceiling.

The music volume in the bar was only at a moderate level, so patrons could converse and get to know each other a little before the actual cruise. At the moment the DJ was playing some light pop music, with the odd soft rock track thrown into the mix. Paul was certain that later on this bar would be cranking out the latest in Euro dance beats.

Dinner was just snack food really. ‘Eating’s cheating’, as they say when you’re out drinking. Waitresses brought around trays of party pies, mini sausage rolls, spring rolls, bite-sized pieces of battered fish. All this was washed down with more beer.

An hour later the crowd was herded out of the bar and marched down the street to the harbor. Some in the group were already a little drunk and getting quite rowdy.

The party boat was quite large, with an open deck on the top and a larger deck below. The party cruise sales team helped organize the large crowd, arranging them in front of the boat with the sun setting to the west in the backdrop. Paul and Craig managed to get right at the front, sitting on the ground with their arms around some cute Swedish girls. An MC amped up the crowd while the photographer snapped off three shots. From there it was a bit of a slow crawl onto the boat as security guards checked everyone before boarding.

Once on board, Paul and Craig went directly to the upstairs bar to collect their free drink. They opted for beer again and gazed out over the water while waiting for the cruise to get underway.

I have a feeling this’ll be a good night, Paul said as he lit a smoke.

Craig nodded, looking at the people on the top deck. Certainly no shortage of hot chicks on here, that’s for sure. That sales guy hadn’t been lying.

The boat’s diesel engines rumbled into life and a few minutes later the party cruise boat got under way.

As Paul smoked another cigarette while watching the sun set bright orange and pink on the horizon, he felt a hand gently squeeze his ass cheek. He looked around in time to see a dark-haired girl of early twenties smiling at him as she went by. Then she was swallowed up by the excited throng of people that crowded the top deck.

You’re in,