the-cruise
 mf oral

Most of the morning involves being checked out on the operation of our
almost new fifty foot sailboat. She's owned buy a private party living in
the states and they, like many other owners, lease their boats to a local
company to rent out for short trips around the islands.

We're a little apprehensive at first, but as the morning progresses we
become more comfortable with the idea of taking her out to sea.

"She seems a little big sitting here in the slip, but when you're out of the
harbor you'll wish she were bigger." The guide says with a laugh.

"The sea is usually calm this time of year, but we get our share of
surprises. Then lowering his voice, "You've got more to worry about from
pirates in these waters than the weather. They still roam the seas around
here, you know."

We look at each other and then back at the guide. Suddenly, he winks and
laughs almost hysterically. We smile weakly at his joke but I feel strangely
uneasy. He reminds us about the VHF radio and after urging us to call if
there are any problems, leaves us to our journey.

My stomach reminds me we haven't eaten yet and we decide to have lunch
before setting sail. The galley is fully stocked with everything we need.

One ice locker contains fresh fruits and cheese along with our favorite cuts
of meat and fresh greens for salads. Another is filled with a variety of
local beer, premium wine and champagne. In the liquor cabinet there is the
ever present bottle of rum along with premium scotch, gin and vodka. I open
a beer and settle into the booth as you prepare us some sandwiches. It's
getting warm and I can see the perspiration on the back of your neck as you
work at the counter. "Why don't you take off your T-shirt? You'll be cooler
just wearing your bikini top." There is genuine lechery in my voice.

"I thought you were hungry, skipper?"

As you put the sandwiches down on the table you give me a kiss, your tongue
just brushing the inside of my lips. I reach for the inside of your thigh to
pull you closer but you slide into the other side of the booth and wink.

"There's going to be plenty of time for us to explore those waters, Captain.
Eat and lets cast off." I take a bite of my sandwich but my mind is not on
food.

Buy the time we finish eating and get under way it's mid-afternoon and the
sun is high in the sky. We motor out of the harbor past yachts, other
sailboats and a giant cruise ship. Leaving the mouth of the bay we kill the
motor and hoist the sails. A light breeze fills them and carries us smoothly
over the gently rolling sea.

"Well matey, where's our first port of call." My attempt at a pirate's
accent is poor.

You look up from studying the map and roll your eyes,smiling. "Because it's
so late in the day we should find a sheltered cove and anchor in for the
night as soon as possible. If we continue on this course there is an island
not far from here with a nice cove."

"Aye, matey. That's the plan, then." You know any response will only
encourage me so you begin to get settled.

I get comfortable with the feel of the helm and, as I watch you slip off
your t-shirt and shorts, revealing your already tanned body barely covered
in a very small bikini I wonder what our first night aboard might be like.

"My, my, what's this Captain." You're staring at my bathing suit. My
thoughts have caused a slight bulge in my trunks.

"It appears you don't have your mind on your duties, Captain. Can I relieve
you?"

Before I can say a word, you kneel in front of me and lower my trunks.

"Steady as she goes, captain."

You slip me in your mouth and I catch my breath from the sensations of the
cool breeze then warmth as you slide my shaft between your lips. The wind
picks up a little and the boat heels over slightly as you slowly move your
head to the rhythm of the sea beneath our boat. I want to caress your
shoulders but I have to grip the helm tightly with both hands in order to
maintain my balance.

The wind gusts again and, as the boat gains more of an angle, I feel a rush
of adrenaline, fearing another gust of wind may cause us to go over. I
struggle to keep my attention on sailing the boat as you slowly and
purposefully take me down your throat.

Just then I feel the orgasm begin to rise from deep within me. I am frantic
about what to do and helpless to do anything but grip the helm and let it
wash over me like a powerful wave. All I can do is stand there clutching the
wheel, my knees threatening to give in as you intensify your pace. At just
the right moment you take me deep in your mouth and suck hard as I explode
down your throat in what seems like a never ending stream. The ever present
seagulls above us are frightened momentarily by my scream of ecstasy.

With gentle strokes you continue sucking until I am soft in your mouth, the
wind eases and the boat settles to a more comfortable angle.

You stand up, look into my eyes mischievously and say, "Thar she blows!"