Sir Frank wanted his yacht moved to the Med from South Florida and that was all there was to it.
"Just get it done Phillip." he barked.
Sir Frank was a man not to argue with, a self made multi millionaire who had no time for fools. We knew each other from way back at college and now both in our early 40's we both had a good understanding of one another. He was a Brit, but had world wide connections.
We agreed the terms and I made a few phone calls to old sailing hands to get the job done.
Isn't it always the way that just when you need someone they are doing something else far more important, for twice the money you have to offer.
So it was this time.
The only person on my list who jumped at the chance was Lisa or as I always called her Volcano tits. A lady roughly my age or there abouts, with a voluptuous figure and a wild sense of life. Of course her tits were her most outstanding points, well, maybe her smile as well.
I drove down to the marina and placed an add for 3 crew to sail to the Med, terms to be negotiated.
I now had the keys to the yacht, a fine 50 foot two masted vessel with a dark blue hull and white topsides.
Stepping aboard and opening the main hatchway I stepped down into a sumptuous main cabin area. It had chart table and plotting position close to the hatchway and a wet weather locker on the other side.
3 separate cabins, a galley (boats kitchen) and a huge main cabin area for lounging and dining.
She had all the electronics and gadgets you could wish for and world wide charts both electronic and paper. All I needed was the crew and away we go.
"Hi ... Hi ... anyone aboard," I heard a shout from the marina.
I popped my head out the hatchway to find Lisa beaming a million watt smile back at me.
"Hi darling, nice to see you, step aboard and bring your two friends with you," I chuckled.
"You cheeky barsteward," she responded and gave my ass a squeeze as she passed.
"Coffee, Tea or something stronger?" I asked.
"Something stronger in the shape of a fit guy would do me fine," she laughed.
"You still fit and horny are you?" I asked her.
"You bet I am," she responded.
She was a great companion, she was intelligent without being a smart ass and comforting without being patronising.
"Who else is on this one then Phillip?" she asked.
"Dunno yet," I replied "I still have to recruit them"
She ran through a half dozen names familiar to both of us, only for me to tell her they were all engaged elsewhere on more lucrative jobs.
We sat and chewed the fat for a while as we sipped iced tea from fine china cups 'well done Sir Frank' we both said to ourselves.
"I must be going now, shall I call back in tomorrow and see how your getting on?" she said.
"Yes do that Lisa, great to see you again and your two pals," and I gave one of her tits a playful squeeze. She responded by grabbing my crutch gently and giving it a squeeze in return.
"Nice package," she said smiling and walked off the boat down the decking.
"Hello any one there?" said a chirpy voice from the marina.
"Hi there and what can I do for you?" I responded.
Standing there was a guy about 6ft 3" tall dark hair swarthy complexion, dressed in a sailing top and jeans.
"I'm here about the crew your looking for," he said.
"Oh right, come aboard and lets chat," I said
He stepped over the mooring lines and slid down the steps into the main cabin.
"Wow, nice boat you got here," he said.
"Not my boat just a friends, sit down over there would you," I told him.
We chatted about the what, where and how of his previous experience and he handed me the equivalent of his CV, a most unusual thing to do in the circumstances.
I took his address and phone number and told him I would be in touch.
He had hardly stepped ashore when a girl with an olive skin and black hair asked if I was the captain looking for a crew. I helped her aboard and asked all the usual questions about her past experience, I told her too that I would be in touch.
Within the space of 3 hours six men and woman had all been interviewed for the 3 jobs available. None stood out as experienced and safe crew to take on what was a substantial journey.
One or more of the new crew would have to be able to cook, that was a certainty. I was not a good cook and Lisa didn't like cooking, although she could cook.
Hardly had my thoughts turned to Lisa and cooking as I felt the boat heal over as someone stepped onto the starboard side.
"Only me," shouted Lisa, "Pirate coming aboard," she chuckled and swung herself down into the cabin.
She pushed herself between the leather bench seat I was lounging on and the centre table and plonked down by my side, she gave my cock a playful squeeze as she did.
"My there's a big boy," she laughed.
My hand went to my cock and as if to check, I squeezed my own cock through my jeans.
"Well, I don't know about that, but he's sure not getting the exercise he wants," I responded.
"Pour me a drink and maybe we might remedy that," she winked cheekily and I got up and poured 2 whisky's from the drinks cabinet.
We sipped the whisky and chatted some more and as we did Lisa slid along the bench seat and slowly rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans.
When she was happy there would be enough to play with she unzipped me and pulled him from my boxers.
"I had almost forgotten what an uncut cock looked like, but now I remember," she laughed.
She worked her magic on him as she twisted and turned my foreskin over my now purple cock end. As she was playing with my cock I had managed to undo three buttons on her top and released her right tit out into the fresh air. Its hardened nipple stood proud of the smooth curve of her full tit. No wonder I had called her Volcano tits.
She lowered her head onto my cock end and lapped and sucked at it furiously. Almost as though there was a time limit to the whole thing. I couldn't have cared less, it had been quite a while since I had had this treatment and she could do whatever she wanted to my cock as long as I shot my load. It took no time at all for me to slump back down onto the seat and just let her work her magic on it. Pulling and tugging at my cock until I unloaded a huge jet of creamy cum all over her face, hands, tit and blouse top.
"Wow, you did need that badly, didn't you?" she exclaimed.
I nodded weakly and smiled as I saw a huge amount of cum dribbling everywhere.
"My turn now," she said "you're not the only one who needs a hand you know".
My hand returned to her taught nipple and with my other hand I ventured into the front of her jeans. She obligingly wriggled her ass out of her jeans and pants as I continued to bury my fingers into her pussy and clit. It seemed to take only a few minutes to have her bucking and writhing on the end of my fingers as she yelped and squealed as she came and flooded my hand with her sticky cum juice.
