Chapter 2 - First Passages
It's dawn on our fourth day at sea. We're just off the western tip of Cuba, hugging the coast to try to bypass the Yucatan Current which heads in a northerly direction. We are sailing south, or rather, trying to. I'm on watch with Jon. The others are asleep down below. It's beginning to warm up so I take off my fleece jacket. Jon has been getting on well with the rest of the crew and it's been a couple of days since I've had the chance to be alone with him. He looks comfy in his soft cotton sweats. His hands are on the wheel even though the Autohelm is in engaged. I've just come from the bow, where I was checking the foresail for chafe. It was all good, so I climbed down into the cockpit and sat behind Jon and began to massage his shoulders. He looked back over his shoulder at me and winked. I couldn't resist kissing him on his cheek and before I knew it my hand reached around down between his legs to feel his swelling cock. He moaned softly. I reached into his sweats and took a firm hold of it. He was already rock hard so I took him out for a little air! I moved next to him and bend my head down to take him into my mouth. He was still holding the wheel as I licked him up and down his long, lean prick. Releasing his grip on the wheel, he held my head and controlled my rhythm, up & down, up & down. Slowly I sucked until he pulled my head up off him. The wind was freshening now, but the sails were holding well.
Jon takes my hand and leads me up to the port bow, right over his cabin. He wants to be sure not to wake the others.
"So what did you have in mind, my sexy boat boy?" I ask.
"I want you, over the rail...now Captain!" He replies, before turning me around and pulling my panties down.
I lean over the rail, holding on as he rubs his hardon against my ass and slips it between my thighs. I free one hand and help him by parting my furry labia and feel the wetness that is already apparent. Moaning now, he slides his cock inside me. I bend further over the rail and take him all the way in, feeling his full length deeply as I let out my own soft moan. I love it when he's inside me and I can squeeze him tight. I watch the ocean lap up against the ama as he fucks me. It's positively delicious! The thought pops into my head that I have arrived at Nirvana. And I didn't even know that it was on our charts!
As we drift on, fucking on the bow rail, a yacht with an attractive mature couple aboard cruise by. They are watching us from their cockpit. The sun has just risen over the water and the soft morning light is on us. As they watch, Jon fucks me until I cum all over his cock, burying my face into my arm to muffle my moans. The force of my vagina contractions do their magic and I can feel him explodes inside me. He barely makes a sound, though his hearts is beating fast making his chest vibrate and pulse. Meanwhile our viewing audience begins clapping. I'm feeling a bit self-conscious and wrap my pareo around me. I watch as they pull alongside us.
"Where are you two headed," they ask. Can we join you sometime?" We laugh and sit down along the rail, dangling our feet over the side, with our arms around each other, just kickin' back and enjoying a beautiful morning on the water. Watching the sunrise over the clouds on the horizon, Jon turns around, lays me back and positions me so that his head is between my legs. He wants to lick my pussy and he knows I love it. He inches his body closer to mine until his cock is on my face and I feel it begin to harden once again. Its hard to decide which we enjoy more -- the sound of the ocean sluicing by or tasting each other this way. What a great way to start a day. But now the rest of the crew have come back to life and we can hear them moving about below. Time to start breakfast and get the day underway.
There's always a "To Do" list on a cruising yacht. Maintenance is constant and left unfinished, can lead to serious consequences. I laugh out loud, to no-one in particular, thinking about the similarities to myself. I guess, after all these years, I've become a "high maintenance woman"! My libido has always been higher than most everyone I know, but now it just won't quit. Not that I want it to. I'm thrilled to have this hand-picked crew with us, ready to satisfy my every desire. Life is good onboard
Sweet Escape
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Later that evening, as Alex and Sarah are finishing up the dinner dishes, we all gather in the expansive cockpit for evening sundowners and chat.
"I'd like to propose a game," I tell my crew.
Everyone stares with curious looks on their faces.
"But first I'd like to pass this joint around!" That gets a good laugh out of them. I pull the joint out of my pocket and Jon is there with a light in a flash. I take a nice long toke and pass it to him. Everyone participates in the pot except for "T" and as he is officially on watch, he declines and passes it on to Alex. Although he doesn't smoke much, Alex is usually persuaded when in mixed company, though he usually stops after one hit. I notice Sarah takes a small toke too, before handing it back to me.
"So, tell us about this game, Dev," says Alex, coughing on his exhale.
"Ok. I call it the 'Fantasy vs Reality Sex Game' and here's how we play. Each one of you must tell the group a sexual story. It can be either a real-life experience that you've had or a completely fabricated fantasy. The trick is to be as graphic and explicit as you can, so that it will be difficult for us to determine which it actually is. And try not to let on if you know that someone else's story is real or not. If you do, just play along and it'll be more fun."
A low rumbling of talk erupts as the excitement builds. Everyone seems game.
"I'll go first". It's Sarah, a surprise to everyone, including herself.
