Brit Cums Out of Her Shell Ch. 05

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Brittany celebrates 4th of July out on the boat.
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Part 6 of the 13 part series

Updated 06/10/2023
Created 08/21/2021
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The 4th of July was on a Wednesday, but everyone got the 6th, Friday, off to enjoy a long weekend. Brittany was at work on that Wednesday when she got a call from Hal. With most people gearing up for the holiday weekend, Tray's Hardware's camping supplies were flying off the shelves. That made the cashiers busy, but customer service was slow, so Brittany actually had the time to take his phone call.

"Hey babe, happy 4th of July!."

"Hey! Happy 4th! I know you're at work, but I just talked to Pops, and he offered to let us use his boat for Friday. There's going to be a huge fireworks show that night over Lake Coeur d'Alene. Would you want to watch the show from water?"

Brittany's eyes went wide. "Wow. That would be so fun!"

"I know, right? I was thinking we could invite some of your coworkers out? I'm bringing Brian and Cally."

Brittany felt an anxious flutter in her chest thinking about all of them getting sloshed on a boat together. Excitement quickly won over: "So you're saying we're partying on a boat this weekend!" Brittany was giddy and bouncing on the balls of her feet. -Much to Rick's appreciation, who was admiring her tits bouncing up and down from his service counter.

"Boat party!" Hal confirmed.

"Woo! I'll go figure out who else can come, and I'll call you back, okay?"

They ended their call and Brittany walked straight over to Rick. "So Hal's dad is letting us take his boat out to celebrate the 4th. It's up on Lake Coeur d'Alene, and the fireworks are on Friday. Do you have any 4h of July plans, or would you want to go at all?"

Rick's eyebrows shot up as he realized he might have an opportunity to see Brittany in a bikini. He still had to ask, "Um, I don't have any big plans. Isn't that an hour and a half drive??" Before she could answer, he shook his head. "Nevermind! Yeah. Definitely going!"

Brittany smiled. "Yay! Hal has a couple who can come, too. I'll go ask John!"

Rick's heart was pounding. "Holy shit," he muttered under his breath. "This could either be totally awesome or a total wash." He imagined how Brittany might look in a string bikini, titties jiggling as the boat rocked on the surf. Her ass, wet from the water as she bent down to kiss Hal. "Yeah. It'll be totally awesome no matter what."

Brittany walked through the open door of John's office. Her manager sat behind his large, dark wooden desk, typing away at his computer with his phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear. He held up on finger for her and motioned for the plush chair on the opposite side of his desk. Brittany sat down across from him.

John was talking to someone about surveys. He spoke about both her and Rick, but she didn't get much out of it, except that they were getting good surveys in. That was a relief, because it was always something hanging over their heads. John was under a lot of pressure to make sure his customer service department continued to be the best-performing out of all the Tray's Hardwares in the PNW.

When John hung up his phone, he asked, "Hi Brittany, what can I do for you?"

She easily noticed his eyes flick down to her bust. She smiled and said, "I know it's late notice, but I was wondering what you're doing for the 4th?" She broke off, saying, "Uh, the- Friday. Our extra day off. Today's the 4th," she giggled. "My boyfriend's dad just told us we could take out his boat this Friday, and I wanted to see if you'd go?"

John hesitated and she immediately saw some disappointment in his eyes. "Uh, actually my wife and I are heading over to her folks' place for the 4th. It's been in the works for quite a while. It sounds like you'll have a blast, though!"

"Aww," she said, pouting for a split second. Her protruding lip brought his attention to her mouth. "It would have been," Brittany paused and took a small breath. Her eyes flicked to the floor as she recalled the taste of his cock in her mouth. She thought the memory intruded at a weird moment. She looked back up at him and smiled. "-fun! To have you there, I mean."

John shrugged his shoulders and hid his disappointment behind a smile as his looked away from her full lips. He opened his hands and said, "Let me know about the next one in advance, and I'll try to make time, okay?"

Brittany nodded, "Okay." She waited for a second. John looked expectantly at her and she stood up. "Yeah. Um, thanks, John!" She walked away and John stared at her ass, feeling like he was missing out. He sighed and went back to work.

Rick caught her on the way out of John's office. "Any luck?" He asked. He was fidgeting with a pen.

"He's got plans," she said glumly.

"Oh, well shit. Sounds like we'll still have a good group though?" Brittany nodded her agreement. "Um, well listen, do you think I could get a ride out there? I don't trust my old beater not to leave me stranded on the side of the highway with no cell service."

Brittany brightened up. "Oh, yeah, that shouldn't be a problem!"

"Awesome, thanks so much! I'll swing by your place on Friday afternoon then, just let me know when you're heading out."

At home that night, Brittany and Hal stood in their kitchen together as Brittany worked a spatula over a few sizzling pans.

She was in her usual tank top and pajama pants. "I am so excited," she said, glancing at Hal. He was in a pair of worn shorts and an old t-shirt. "We'll have to stock up on drinks tomorrow. When are we heading up?"

Hal grinned. "I want to make sure we have enough to last for the drive up, the ride out onto the water, and through the show."

"Jeez, Hal, don't leave me hanging out there getting yourself blackout drunk!" She was laughing, but a part of her hoped he didn't drink too much. She wanted to have fun, not babysit him if he got sick.

"Oh, I'll be good. I just want to make the most of it."

"Okay," Brittany said, not sounding particularly convinced. "So it'll be us, Brian and Cally, and Rick, right?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard of anyone else coming up. And when I asked Cade, he said he was staying in town on Friday to meet with some new clients. So just the five of us. It should be fun!"

Brittany paused, spatula hovering over the skillet. "Well I'm glad Cally will be there. It'd be a little awkward being the only girl."

Hal shook his head, "Nah, even if it was just you, it wouldn't be awkward!" Brittany gave him a look. "Okay, I get where you're coming from. You're like, a super hot blonde girl and you don't want to be alone with three young guys."

"Exactly!" Brittany said. "Well, I mean --"

"It will get a little too steamy for you," Hal said, hiding a smirk.

"Yea-Hey, wait! No, I don't think it should get steamy at all!" Brittany laughed.

Hal shrugged, joking, "Well, I'm open to new experiences. When else in your life will you be able to say you had a --" he counted dramatically on his fingers, "Fivesome, babe?"

"Hal!" Brittany accused. "Absolutely not!" She flicked a piece of breading at him from the skillet, which he batted away. They laughed and ate dinner and hung out on their couch, but Brittany couldn't help but spend some time that night wondering how a 'fivesome' would work.

Hal didn't skimp on the drinks -- they ended up buying four cases of beer and a bottle of vodka. He told Brittany he wanted a case of beer up front so he could have something to drink on the way up to the lake. All that didn't stop him from cracking open a beer before they even left, though.

Brittany was packing up a few towels and some tanning oil when she heard the telltale crack!. She shouted out toward the kitchen, "Are you drinking already, babe?"

After a pause, Hal shouted back, "Maybe!"

"Hal! Aren't you driving??" She shot back, feeling her anxiety begin to creep inside her chest.

"Don't worry, babe, I'm a good driver. You know that!"

She sighed and tried letting it go. She was going out to enjoy a holiday -- no reason to go worrying and ruining the day.

She finished packing for the day -- towels, sun screen, changes of clothes (secure in waterproof zip-lock bags), chap stick and a jacket for the fireworks show. It had already shaped up to be a hot day, and it was barely cooling down at night, but she knew being close to the water would make everything feel cooler. There were also a few snacks just in case.

She intentionally packed one of Hal's large t-shirts for herself -- an off white shirt with a pirate graphic -- just in case the need arose to change out of her bikini top. Who knows? I might get some water splashed on me. Then everyone would probably see right through it. She didn't think she'd actually use it, but she got a little thrill out of it anyway.

She already wore her pink and blue string micro bikini under a pale blue crop top and a pair of denim booty shorts. The blue and pink strings of the bikini poked up above her hips and on her shoulders, hinting at what she wore underneath. She felt good showing off her stomach -- she wasn't thin yet by any means, but her tummy didn't really jiggle anymore like it had a few months ago. She felt ready to show it off a bit.

Her legs had always been well-sculpted, which was just a benefit of having her body type. She couldn't help but feel that they looked almost as good as when she'd been in high school.

And her ass. "God damn, I look good," she reassured her reflection. The longer she looked in the mirror, the more excited she felt. She couldn't help but admit that part of that had to do with wearing a bikini in front of a bunch of admiring young men. Sometimes it just felt good to be wanted.

When she went out to the kitchen, Hal was bent over several cases of beer. He stopped what he was doing and glanced at her outfit. "Me like, babe!"

"Oh, thanks," Brittany said casually.

Hal stood up and leaned against the counter to take a sip of his beer. "You know, it's pretty sexy knowing you're feeling confident enough to show off that bikini."

"Oh yeah?" She posed for him, pulling on the exposed strap on her hip with a thumb. She let it snap back onto her hip. "I figured I could put it on for a special occasion, since it is your favorite."

Hal's eyes looked a little glossy. When he looked back at her face, he had his I want you expression on. "Show everyone exactly why I'm so lucky." he grumbled. "It's hot as fuck when you tease guys."

Brittany laughed, turning toward the cabinets for a glass. "Guys?" she asked. "How many guys do I tease, babe?"

Hal grinned as he stared at her round ass. "As many as you want."

"Babe! Don't say that!"

Hal just laughed. Brittany scoffed and headed for the sink. "Don't get mad then if I decide to show off everything you like so much," she challenged.

"Mm, keep talking dirty to me."

"Dammit, babe, you're impossible!" she laughed.

The day went quickly as Hal and Brittany ran a few errands and finished getting ready for the trip. By 3:30, Rick pulled up outside their house. He parked on the street and grabbed his things from his passenger seat -- he'd brought a jacket, a towel, some beer and a sandwich in a bag.

His timing was good -- Hal and Brittany were just starting to bring out the day's supplies and pack them into the back of his truck. Rick strode up the driveway with his 6-pack of Michelob Ultra in one hand and his towel tucked under the same arm.

"Hey Rick, been a while," Hal said as he broke open a case of beer.

"Hey Hal," Rick waved. "Good to see you. Hi Brit-You're looking great," he said, unable to stop himself from staring.

"Hey, Rick!" Brittany locked eyes with him. "I'm glad you made it."

Hal glanced at her, then leaned down to load more beer into his Styrofoam cooler. "She's way hotter when she's not wearing her work outfit, right?" he asked with a little grin.

Brittany flushed and rolled her eyes, but Rick nodded enthusiastically. "You're like, the luckiest guy in the state, man," he said with a chuckle. The small laugh didn't do a great job of hiding his envy.

"I know!" Hal gloated, enjoying his girlfriend's reddened chest and face. Hal stood up straight and faced his girlfriend. "Sorry, babe. You're gonna have to get used to us guys watching you as much as the fireworks tonight."

Rick interjected, "Probably only you, to be fair."

Brittany scoffed. "Okay, thank you, boys!" she admonished, going a little redder in the cheeks, but smiling nonetheless.

"Hey, that basically permission, right Rick?" Brittany ignored the comment and Hal leaned back down, getting back to his beer. He packed the cooler to the brim, dumped in as much ice as he could fit, and heaved it into the bed of his truck. A strap that was already attached the side of the bed quickly secured it in place, and everyone got into the truck.

"Got everything, babe?" Hal asked as he got into the driver's seat.

Brittany had to half-hop into the passenger seat. "I think so. I double checked," she said shrugging as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Let's go!" Rick cheered from the back seat.

They pulled out of the gravel driveway and headed straight for the highway. It was a mostly uneventful drive. Hal drove, sipping on his beer and keeping a sharp eye for cops. They were usually out in force on holidays.

Brittany mostly paid attention to her phone, and Rick sat in the middle seat in the back, occasionally chatting with the two people in the front. There were several-minute intervals where all he did was stare at Brittany's tits as they bounced up and down from the vibrations in the road. But it was an easy going drive, and Brittany played DJ for most of the drive up.

"So Brit tells me work is going well for you guys?" Hal chatted with Rick as he slowed down through a small town.

"Yeah, actually. We're only two people -- three, counting John -- but we have the highest customer service approval out of all Tray's's in the state."

"Not bad! You two make a good team, huh?" Hal sipped his beer.

"Oh yeah, we do alright. There are times I feel like we could do more, but I don't think John would approve of us going out of the box to improve our teamwork when we're already rated so well."

Brit chimed in, "I'm always up for more! At my last job, we had to do all kinds of training, for like..." She trailed off as the next word died on her lips. There was training there, when she started. But then flashbacks of being called into shuttered offices for "additional interpersonal training" interrupted her thoughts. It made her shudder. And not entirely in a bad way. "-um, training. For like, um."

It hadn't been 'optional' training, which had caused serious problems for her personal and professional life. She went red trying to chase away memories of how some of the dealership management could just call her back for "additional training." For whatever reason, Cam's office was a mainstay flashback, and in a second, she was reliving every sensation: She could smell the musty desk-cleaner on the desk mixed with Hogan's cologne. She could feel the cool wood against her bare stomach and tits. Hogan's signature phrase rang in her ears -- "Fuck yeah! You like that, don't you?" he would mutter it loudly as he took her head in both hands.

And Cam's voice, after that: "Shut the fuck up, Hogan. There are customers in the showroom."

She remembered how it felt to be bent over that desk by the two men -- how much more enthusiastic they'd be on stressful days. She could almost feel the sting of Cam's large hand slapping her ass.

One time in particular, one of the GMs in-the-know had come by to talk to Cam about a car deal. He'd found the door locked. Without missing a beat, he'd unlocked the door, discretely slipped into the office, and locked the door behind him.

Hogan and his manager froze, both balls deep inside Brittany. Saul was a huge guy, sharply dressed, kept his head shaved smooth, and kept an almost tangible air of authority around him.

Hogan had broken the silence first after the door to Cam's office clicked shut, saying, "So you here to party, too? Snort a line off her ass and get in there, big guy."

Brittany remembered Saul smiling, staring Hogan in the eyes, then laughing. "Oh, I'll get in there." He looked at Cam, severe-faced and grimacing. Saul started loosening his belt. "Cam, either shit or get off the pot," he ordered.

Brittany had gurgled something at that point -- she tried to say, "Um, guys?" All they understood was her tone, though. The three men had chuckled, Hogan tossed Saul a little baggie with white powder in it, and Cam started fucking her again. Hogan quickly followed suit with her mouth.

Brittany shivered again as she relived the memory. She'd arched her back for Cam as Saul snorted a line off her right ass chee- "-babe?"

Distantly, she realized Hal said something. "Huh?"

Hal shook his head, chuckled, and said, "Lost ya for a sec, babe. Did you remember you left the stove on or something?"

Brittany shook her head. "Oh, uh." She cast around as if she'd find the right answer on a sticky note on the dash. "No, um. Yeah, I guess. Sorry," she said, squirming as she realized she was wet. Hopefully that dries by the time we get to the lake, she thought.

Hal hmm'd. After a moment of thought and another sip on his beer, he said, "Well anyway Rick, it wouldn't hurt to try. Customer service is the kind of thing that always needs to 'adapt to the times,' right?"

Rick grunted some kind of affirmative. Hal continued, "I'm just glad I don't have to do that kind of stuff where I work. Cade takes a custom order, lays out all the details with the customer on how the car needs to be updated or restored, and then gives me the list of work to do. As long as I follow the list, there's no customer issues, because they sign in advance. Cade is pretty no-nonsense about customer complaints, anyway."

Rick nodded thoughtfully, which Hal noticed in the rearview mirror. He also realized that Rick's eyes were glued to Brittany, which explained his lack of words. He glanced over at his girlfriend. Damn, she's looking good. Two months of working out has already paid off. I hope she's feeling good about her progress. She deserves some praise.

Hal knew she'd be appraised plenty while on the lake today. He had been very careful not to suggest that she buy a new bikini for their trip to the lake today, knowing she would just pack one of the bikinis she already had. And the bikinis she already has show a little more skin than most bikinis. I get to show off my girlfriend today, he thought smugly.

They kept up the small talk intermittently, with Brittany pitching in her two cents occasionally. It made the drive feel faster for the three, and before long, they were pulling up to the marina. Brittany checked the time -- it was just past 5 o'clock.

The parking lot was full that day. Most people had the day off, and Lake Coeur d'Alene was a popular place to celebrate holidays, especially in the summer. The parking lot was full, but the docks were practically empty -- when she glanced through the rows of trucks at a sliver of the lake, she could see plenty of boats.

Rick, Hal and Brittany got out of the truck. Brittany put on large pair of sunglasses with white trim, and Hal wore his Oakleys. He grabbed his cooler with the drinks, Brittany grabbed one of the half-empty boxes of Busch and her bag, and Rick grabbed his six-pack and his towel. They headed off.

With arms full, the three walked through the packed parking lot to the docks. They found Brian standing alone with a case of beer at his feet and a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. He stood under the shade of the marina's narrow gable roof that ran the length of the branching docks.

"Hey Brian!" Hal called out. "No Cally today?"

Brian looked up from his phone and said, "Hey!" He slipped his phone in his pocket. "Cally couldn't come," he said in his slow manner of speech. "Her grandma needed some help, so she decided to stay home and spend the holiday with her instead. But she made sure I was going -- she knew I was pretty excited about it." As he spoke, his eyes trailed over Brittany, flicked to Rick, and eventually landed back on Hal.