The day broke bright and beautiful, and I knew it would be as hot as the previous ones.

Gilda and I were on the fourth day of a seven-day houseboat vacation, and it had been everything we’d expected: long, hot days spent lying in the sun, tanning our bodies; followed by warm nights during which we would make love for hours, then cool our perspiring bodies by diving into the 80-degree water. My only regret was that I could not water-ski, since there were just the two of us on the houseboat. However, the great sex more than made up for it.

Gilda has a body that would drive any man wild. She is five foot eight, with shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes. She has long, slender legs, a gorgeous tight ass, and large, firm breasts. She is also quite a tease. On this particular trip her game was to lie naked on the sun deck with tanning oil all over her body. She would have me bring wine coolers up to her, but I was not allowed to touch without her permission. When I would anchor in a quiet cove, she would dive over the side and swim naked around the houseboat, teasing me with every stroke. Finally, after she had lain in the sun for a few hours, her passion would rise to its melting point. She would then sneak downstairs and slip into a very provocative outfit. Gilda has a large array of sexy clothing: thong bikinis, G-strings, bustiers, latex miniskirts. You name it, she has it, and she loves to tease men with them. She always accessorizes nicely as well, with high-heel pumps and jewelry to match.

Once dressed, she would sneak back up to the sun deck, apply a fresh coat of tanning oil, and then call below for me to bring her another drink. When I reached the top of the stairs with the drink in my hand, I would catch my first glimpse of her lying there in the sun, wearing her tight-fitting outfit and high heels, glistening with oil from head to toe. She’d smile as she watched my cock swell inside my Speedo, but she still wouldn’t allow me to touch her. Reaching for her drink, she would sip on it for what seemed like an eternity, and then, finally, she’d whisper in my ear, “Fuck me, baby.” For the next 20 to 30 minutes we would fuck like animals.

This particular day was very hot and dry, with no wind and the surface of the lake as smooth as glass. We enjoyed an 11 o’clock brunch in a quiet cove, and then Gilda went back upstairs to enjoy the sun as I raised the anchor and got us under way. A few hours went by, and I didn’t see her for a while, since I was busy navigating along the jagged shoreline. Suddenly, a large ski boat barreled around the point. I was startled, as there was virtually no traffic on the lake. The driver shut down his engine and pulled up alongside our houseboat. There were three men aboard the ski boat, and they introduced themselves as we began to chat. Pat, William, and Victor were Navy fighter pilots on vacation. They loved to water-ski, and Pat was the proud owner of the magnificent boat. It was 27 feet long, with a full forward cabin, a powerful engine, and a large, raised, padded deck covering the rear two-thirds of the boat. Quite a machine. I offered each of them a drink, and they asked me if I would like to ski with them. My heart jumped with excitement — I was dying for a chance to ski this great lake. I immediately accepted their offer, and momentarily forgot about Gilda as I boarded their craft. I was unaware that Gilda had overheard our entire conversation. As we were preparing to depart, she stood up and asked, “May I come along for the ride?”

I have never seen three men so startled in all my life. They had been unaware that I was not alone, and now there was Gilda, standing above us on the sun deck against the bright, blue sky. She was wearing a broad-brimmed Bermuda straw hat and gold-rimmed sunglasses. She had put on a black latex jogging top and matching black latex thong bikini bottom. She was also wearing black patent-leather pumps with seven-inch heels as well as gold bangle earrings, a gold bracelet, and a wide gold ankle band. She was coated from head to toe with coconut tanning oil, and her dark skin shimmered against the bright, midday sun. “Sure, of course you can join us,” I nervously replied, as Gilda made her way down from the sun deck. As she began to board the ski boat, she asked, “Should I take off my heels?” “No!” shouted William and Victor as they gently lifted her and set her down in the boat. The three of them could not take their eyes off this young goddess, and Gilda wiggled with excitement at the attention she was receiving.

“Let’s go skiing!” I shouted as I grabbed a ski vest. Pat handed me a ski, and I jumped into the warm water. He fired up the engine, and as soon as the slack was out of the line, I yelled, “Hit it!”

Gilda dug her lacquered red nails deep into the white, diamond-shaped deck padding as the boat lurched forward and pulled me up onto my ski. I began cutting back and forth across the crystal-clear water, and thought I was putting on quite a show. William and Victor were facing the rear of the boat and supposed to be watching me. However, their eyes were focused on something else. Gilda, the little tease, was putting on a show of her own for these men. She began by lying flat on her stomach, with her heels in the air and her tight ass bouncing up and down with each pitch of the boat. As Pat made a turn and headed for the middle of the lake, Gilda got up on her knees, arched her back, and strained as though she was trying to get a better view of my skiing. What she was really straining were her huge breasts against the latex jogging top, her erect nipples almost piercing the shiny material. Beads of sweat began running down her back and racing across the slick surface of her latex thong bikini. Gilda briefly turned toward the front of the boat, smiled at the two men staring back at her, ran her tongue around her glittering lips several times, and then turned back to watch me ski. William and Victor were fighting back their desire as their aching cocks swelled inside their pants. When Gilda turned back and smiled a second time, her tits jiggling as the boat pitched up and down, William finally mumbled, “I’ve had enough,” and slid off his shorts as he climbed up onto the padded rear deck. (Gilda filled me in on all the details later.) He sat naked, right in front of Gilda, and stared into her eyes, his huge cock throbbing just inches away from her. Gilda smiled, tossed her hat onto the deck of the boat, wrapped her shiny, red lips around William’s cock, and began pumping up and down like an oil derrick. Victor, seeing Gilda’s actions, promptly removed his cut-offs and climbed up onto the deck with them. He began licking the beads of sweat and oil from her magnificent ass as they streamed toward her moist cunt.

I did not immediately notice the activity on the back of the boat as I continued to carve large turns on the smooth water. When I saw what was happening, I straightened up and stared ahead in disbelief. Gilda was working these two men like a finely tuned racing machine, and although I was shocked at first, a shudder of excitement ran through my body.

As Gilda continued to lick William’s slippery cock, Victor slipped off her latex thong bikini and pushed his pulsating cock deep into her cunt with the force of a Sidewinder missile. Gilda moaned with pleasure and slid her lips all the way down to the base of William’s huge cock. Pat, still unaware of what was happening, looked over his shoulder to check on my skiing and was just in time to see the grand finale.

Gilda sucked William harder and harder as Victor fucked her faster and faster, the three of them moving in harmony with the bouncing of the boat. Finally, William fired a huge load of come deep into Gilda’s throat. She pulled back slightly, and took his next two shots on her lips and face. Victor, seeing this happen, pulled out his cock and fired an arcing shot of come that landed on Gilda’s back. Then he let go with two more loads, coating her ass with his smooth white juices.

I was so excited I fell off my ski, and Pat was so entranced with Gilda that he didn’t notice I was down. When he finally saw that I had fallen, he turned the boat around and headed back toward me. Pat stopped the boat about 75 yards away from where I had fallen, with the bow pointing directly at me. Bobbing there in the water, I could not see what was happening on the boat.

A few minutes later, Gilda appeared on the bow of the boat, glistening with a fresh coat of tanning oil and balancing delicately on her high heels. Pat followed and walked up behind her. He spun her around on her heels, pulled down her tight-fitting top, and released her huge, firm breasts. He grabbed a breast with each hand and began vigorously sucking on them. Gilda loved this, and she pressed Pat’s head firmly into her tits. As Pat continued to suck away, Gilda lowered her hand and began stroking his stiff cock. When Pat couldn’t stand it any longer, he lifted Gilda up in the air and lowered her onto his swollen cock. Gilda screamed with pleasure and pointed her heels toward the sky as Pat pumped her up and down on his cock as though he were lifting weights. I sat there helplessly in the water, watching the show before me and feeling my own cock swell inside my Speedo. Then Pat whispered something into Gilda’s ear and lowered her back down onto the bow of the boat. Gilda got down on her knees, arched her back, and lifted up her tits. Pat took aim and fired an incredible five consecutive loads of bright, white come onto Gilda’s huge tits as she wiggled and stroked them up and down, massaging his juices into her skin.

I eventually made my way back to the boat, and everyone was smiling broadly as they helped me back aboard. Pat fired up the engine and drove us back to our houseboat. They thanked us numerous times, each of them giving Gilda a big kiss as they helped us board our boat. They wished they could stay around, but they had to catch a flight back to the base so they wouldn’t be AWOL. Pat threw his boat into gear, and the three of them sped back across the lake. During the next two days and nights, Gilda and I made love longer and harder than we ever had before, as we relived the events of that amazing day. On the seventh and final day of the trip, I was navigating the houseboat back across the lake toward the docks. All of a sudden, three F-18 fighter jets roared over the lake and turned straight toward the sun, igniting their afterburners and spiraling upward until they disappeared from sight. Gilda looked over at me and we both smiled. We’re planning a return visit for next year.