Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Cinco

          "This looks absolutely fabulous," Farah commented as the group of friends got onto the yacht they rented. Sean assigned the role of captain to himself, and was already behind the panels and the dashboard of the yacht to get it away from the pier and further onto the water. "My WAG life definitely deserved this," Rebecca sighed while placing her shoulder bag next to the lounger, and she sat down on it. "Your what?" Farah asked with a breathy laugh. "My WAG life. Wife & Girlfriend, of Tom, a racing driver," Rebecca simply replied, causing Farah to laugh harder with a shake of her head. "Maybe you'll become one too," Rebecca said, lifting her sunglasses briefly to wiggle her eyebrows at her friend. "Shut up," Farah waved her away before following her example, and she sat down next to Rebecca on the lounger. Tom and Pierre were taking a look at the fridge, that was filled to the brim with snacks, drinks, bottles of water and anything else they could think of. They had lunch before they went to the pier and the yacht, so they could spend the whole afternoon on the water.

Farah had enjoyed the hike this morning a lot, and she was gladly soaking up the bright and heated sunlight that Ibiza offered. She wore a mint green sundress, just some loose and light clothing to cover up her bikini for before and after swimming. Sean started the engine of the yacht, and they made sure they were completely loose from the pier before they started to move away from it. Stoffel was on the upper deck, taking some pictures and making some short videos for his Instagram story. The yacht caught up to a decent speed when it was out on the open water, and the wind offered a nice, summer breeze in the heat. Pierre had gotten rid of his shirt just yet, and he went to check out the bathroom that was also situated on the yacht. The deck offered a nice place to sit and to relax. He went to look at how Sean was steering the yacht further onto the yacht, and he looked out of the windows that offered a view upon the front deck and the deck behind. He looked down at the girls who were seated there on the lounger, chatting and laughing with each other.

His eyes moved to Farah, who got up from one of the loungers and reached for the hem of her dress, and she pulled it over her head. Pierre didn't mean to stare at her from behind the glass, and he felt like he should look away, but his orbs were glued to her figure in the white bikini she was wearing, forming such a beautiful contrast to her skin. He had seen this morning that she worked on her body a lot, and seeing her like this only proved her hard work in the gym and her fit lifestyle more and more. Her hair was loose down her back, only tied up half way to keep some strands from blowing into her face. Pierre moved away from the windows, clearing his throat in order to stop his wandering mind. He patted Sean on his shoulder, who was too busy showing off his captain skills, and he hadn't even noticed Pierre. Pierre walked down the small stairs to get to the others as well. He hadn't been wearing a shirt ever since this morning, and he had only replaced his shorts by some orange swimming trunks. Rebecca was in her swimwear now too, and she kept her hair aside while Tom rubbed the sunscreen onto her back.

Farah spread the sunscreen over her limbs too, and Pierre didn't want to be cliché and ask if she needed any help, but at the same time he did. Just before he could open his mouth, Farah reached the bottle of sunblock to Rebecca, and moved her hair aside as well for Rebecca to apply it. Of course. Pierre sucked his lower lip into his mouth, grinning a bit at himself for what was going through his head. He shook his head at himself, leaning against the balustrade to look out over the water. The giggling of the girls pulled his attention again, and he turned his head to see Farah's cheeks had turned pink, her hands were cupping her breasts in order to keep herself covered by her bikini, which Rebecca had unclasped to rub in the sunscreen properly. From her blushing, Pierre guessed Farah didn't expect it. She suddenly caught his eyes, which were still directed on her hands holding her bikini to her chest. Pierre's heart skipped a beat at the moment, and he swallowed hard before he turned his head again. Rebecca locked the clasp of her bikini again, and Farah adjusted the straps.