Bermuda

Bermuda Pt 2 of 'Best Time of Life' series.

All characters are just that, fiction, and portrayed as over 18 years of age.

Many thanks for dropping by, please enjoy.

The weather here is absolutely perfect! Lola and I have been exploring Hamilton, checking out all the local attractions and trying out the delicious food. We've been spending our nights on the boat, enjoying the beautiful views. Today, we rented a scooter and headed down to Horseshoe Bay Beach. There are a bunch of beaches here, but Horseshoe is definitely the most scenic. The sand is a lovely light pink, but it gets darker when it's wet.

Lola showed off a tiny bikini when we parked, and then strutted to a spot that felt just right. She was hoping to at least go topless, but Bermuda is still backward in its laws regarding nudity.

"Hey Steve, what are our plans for tonight? I'm still having a blast tasting new foods food and beers, and I haven't missed the internet or TV at all! I realize everything is new, but we can stay in for some cozy nights too."

"You mentioned you tried scuba diving. Are you up for a night dive? The waters are pretty shallow where they're going this evening. I was thinking we could do a few dives while we're here. What do you think?"

"OMG, I'd love to. I remember rule one being 'just breath' lol. Haven't gone on a night dive. Can you see anything?"

"Yep, it's way lighter than you think. Also, different critters at night, vs day. We've got till 8pm to meet the boat, and get gear. I have my own stuff, but will need an air fill, so easier just to rent a full one from them."

If we're planning to dive everywhere, I think it's best if I get my own reg, mask, and fins. We can check tomorrow if there are any good deals to be found.

Could you hit me up with the lotion?"

Lola's taut body lay before me, face down. She had undone her top, and but for the floss in her butt, was beautifully starkers. I used a gentle touch to spread the cream up her muscled legs and inside her toned thighs, as she made soft, pleasant sounds enjoying the sensations. As I worked my way up the flawless skin of her back, I gave her muscles some extra attention then moved to her firm, rounded, backside.

Looking around, I noticed a lone woman, probably a bit older than Lola, watching my actions with a smile on her face. As I massaged Lola's exposed buttocks, my fingers gently caressed her valley, and I swear I saw the woman's hand slide between her legs as she continued to watch.

I whispered to Lola what I thought was going on, and she looked back mischievously suggesting I do her front now, and as long as the coast was clear, finger her to an orgasm.

Lola was trying to sneak peeks of the woman as I worked on her breasts, that defied vertical gravity, moving the scrap of fabric from each breast as I worked on them. Lola began to make louder and more guttural noises as she became excited at being watched. I teased each nipple and was rewarded with a view of her smooth areola topped now with thick engorged nubs beckoning to be sucked.

The woman redoubled her efforts now, losing any pretense she was trying to be low key about masturbating. She spread her legs enough I could witness her pull her bottom to the side and reveal her labia while she slid her fingers in and out of her pink taco. Our eyes met, and she had a knowing look we were both indulging in a sexy dance.

I made my way to my lover's lady garden and began to tease around her moistened labia. Lola became more vocal, and began twitching and lightly raising her hips to meet my fingers' thrusts. I checked around and we were still alone but for our voyeur, providing her own show in exchange.

Encouraged by Lola's unabashed display, the woman opened up more and was becoming vocal as well. Lola was quite warmed up now, and I used my other hand to again tease her areola as I added my thumb to teasing her clit. Lola was bucking now greedily taking a wet fingering, and groaning more in anticipation of her release.

The woman sensed this, and began to furiously swipe her love button in the final lap to her release.

Lola swore softly, tensed, and haughtily moaned loudly as she shook in waves as her orgasm washed over and over her.

The woman reached her peak as well, and with no shyness softly screamed her own joy and lust.

I took Lola into my arms and we kissed deeply savoring the feelings and closeness.

Lola gave the woman a playful wink and the lady giggled, inviting her to sit down. They whispered to each other, and Lola came over to me, taking my hand.

"We need to head over to the rocks for a bit more privacy. Our new friend, Rosalie, suggested we take care of your needs together. Fancy a double BJ, my sexy man?"

As we approached Rose, she reached out for a big hug. "My aren't we such a naughty trio," she giggled, "I loved that game just now, and I want to express my thanks in a similar way".

The three of us got comfortable. As Rose slid my trunks down, Lola began a soft felatio. Rose gently rolled each of my marbles in her fingers, then sucked one into her mouth. After a few minutes they traded places, now with Rose's tongue circling my swollen head. Lola pulled Rose's top down, releasing her C cups.

The areolae were bright pink, medium size, topped with enlarged nipples bigger than pencil erasers. Lola latched on and suckled on one as Rose began taking me into her throat with deep smooth motions driving me to the brink.

Rose's breasts, Lola suckling, and my cock being repeatedly stimulated on the velvety texture of Rose's tongue combined in a frenzied release of my man milk. I grabbed Roses hair and held her so my cock milked load after load into her throat. She expertly took every drop and moaned in gratitude for being the conduit for my seed.

We all sat back, the girls giggling as co-conspirators in their debauchery.

"I'm sure my balls are bone dry right now. I'm not sure how to express my gratitude, other than to say this was a really great experience."

"Ditto cowboy," said Rose.

"Yep, we all got a royal treat this afternoon," Lola chimed in.

"You two doing anything this evening?" Rose queried.

"Taking a night dive. Expect to be back about 10", I responded.

"Sounds a bit scarry, is it safe?" Rose asked.

"Safe as any dive." I replied. "A neat experience for sure."

"Well Lola, you better keep that one close, he's a keeper. Not shy in 'bed', adventurous."

"What other gifts is he hiding?" Rose laughed. "My ex was a TV and recliner guy. No trips."

"This is my first breakout from that relationship after we split a couple years ago. I don't know where I got the nerve to do what we shared today, but you two give off a vibe I felt safe, and I'm horny as hell these days," She laughed, "Guess the genie is out of the bottle now," Rose smiled.

"Steve makes me feel so loved and appreciated," Lola gushed, "we're just getting to know each other, and I really like how he makes me feel safe and comfortable. He's so inclusive and non-judgmental, and I feel like I can be my true self with him. He really likes me for who I am."

Lola wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight. I hugged her back, feeling her love and support. My heart swelled with emotion, and I felt like I was experiencing a feeling of deja-vu. My life wasn't going as planned, but I didn't see the change coming until now.

Lola could tell there was a shift, and she gave me a soft brief kiss to assure me it was good.

"I'm headed back to the resort by Hamilton, hopefully we will see each other again." Rose suggested.

"I'd like that," Said Lola, " and Steve won't deny it either I'll bet." She laughed.

We both hugged Rose as she departed, and relocated our towels and effects.

"So lover, you didn't freak about me playing with Rose I noticed. FYI, I've had a couple experiences with girls, straight and lez. Penny for your thoughts."

"It seems natural for two women to be kissing and touching. It's like that is part of their nature with kids, men, people they just meet."

"Guys are more guarded, and a bro hug is about it for something more than a handshake. So, seeing you two together is normal to me. You don't see it much expressed intimately, but it's not out of the ordinary."

"If anything, I feel a bit guilty enjoying feeding Rose my load. I know you were on board, but I don't think I'd want to reciprocate with another guy with you, and that seems like a double standard."

"Babe, you do everything I need and more to have a fulfilling sex life with you. I have no interest in any other guy. As for sharing a girl with you, I'm going to be on that too, so we would both be giving and taking with her. If you snuck out and nailed some skank, I'd be heart broken. I hope you see it like me." Lola remarked.

"I get it, and I'd never need anyone else. If this happens again, and it's for you more than me, then I can go with it and enjoy the romp. If you think I'm having too much fun, make sure to communicate. Nothing is worth risking what I feel we have."

"Oh God Steve, I love hearing you talk about us like that. I've developed feelings, and not sure yet where my head is at."

"Yeah, I had a moment just then where I realized you meant a lot to me, and its more than two people simply having fun. But I worry about the age gap, me getting old faster than you, misinterpreting what I feel vs where you may be at."

"Ah, I caught that moment I think, am I right?"

"Yes, and your tender kiss was just what I needed in the moment to check we were OK."

"We click, Steve. How many couples have that? I don't need 'stuff', not there's any place to put it. But I do need a partner that lets me be myself, and communicates before resentments build. I want to share my life with you, not just a trip."

"Well said, Lola. You excite me, and make me feel I matter. You have a piece of my heart, and can't leave without leaving a hole where it once was. I'm in for more than a quick adventure. Dam, there are a few more folks on the beach now, or I'd make love to you right here."

"Yeah, and a lifeguard now, and beach patrol too. How about a late lunch, then back to the boat for a good all-inclusive lay, and a nap before this evening babe?"

"Love how you think beautiful." I remarked.

Evening was creeping on the horizon as I got the gear together, and we took the tender to the dive boat's dock. Their crew happily loaded our gear onboard, as Lola and I leaded for rentals for her.

"Do you folks sell equipment?" Lola asked the operator.

"Yea, sure do. We also sell used gear. The manufacture reps give us a big break on our rental fleet so we can promote their gear. Got a good package of everything but tanks, check 'em out. We rotate everything yearly, so its current models."

"Wow," I remarked, "you have Apeks gear here, nice stuff."

"Can do much less than half new, and we have no taxes. Why don't we fit your lady's BCD, mask, and fins, and you use this set this evening. After your dive we can make any adjustments, and if you have 20 min, I'll do a full service on the reg."

"OMG, that's awesome of you," Lola remarked and gave him an unexpected hug.

All set and on board as the sea swallowed the sun for the day, and the boat sped out on calm waters. We had 4 other couples this evening, and everyone was in holiday mode. I rechecked my gear, and watched Lola go over hers.

"All the stuff I learned was right at hand as I was setting this up. I was wondering if I'd need a refresher." Lola remarked.

"You seemed decisive and familiar as you went through everything hon. If you want, I'll get my tanks filled and we can go off the boat, and go over all the PADI skills from open water."

"Did you teach, Steve?"

"Yep, a class every other month for 4 years. I felt I learned more teaching, coaching others through difficulties."

After about 20 minutes the boat slowed and anchored, no land in sight.

"Folks, there is a nice reef here and a bit of a rise in the ocean floor. We are close to the gulf stream, and the pelagic species can be present.

If you see a shark, it will likely be a reef shark. You aren't in their food chain. However waving hands can resemble a sick fish, which is in their diet. So, keep your hands close, and just stay calm. If you are lucky one may approach, but they will veer off. Don't touch any aquatic life, especially these (lion fish). Stay close to your buddy. You hear a repeated clanging, return to the boat. Check your watches -- you have 50 minutes from now to be on board. Enjoy!"

Lola and I helped each other kit up, and safety check, then took a big step off the side.

We dropped to about 10 feet and set our BCDs to neutral buoyancy. Lola was right on point, looking relaxed and trimmed out perfectly. We casually finned past the bow and began looking around. Lola took my hand and gave it a squeeze as we explored. There was so much to see, colorful fish, lobster, fans of coral. It was spectacular. The visibility must have been a good 40 feet, even in the lack of sunlight.

I got a couple quick squeezes from Lola and saw her point to our left. A good 10 foot dark shadow was on a collision course our way, gliding slow and steady. At about 15 feet Lola pulled herself closer to me and I could see her wide eyes. I made a calming gesture, and we watched it approach to within a couple feet as it rose without any apparent motion and glided over us with a foot to spare. As it kept going, like we were just part of the scenery, Lola let out a squeak of excitement.

A naughty idea crossed my mind right then and I looked around. Everyone else seemed to have headed aft, and we were by ourselves in about 30 feet of water and a good 10 feet above the bottom. I pulled the strings for Lola's bikini bottom and pulled it off her in a jif.

I could tell she had a big grin at my antic, and opened her legs to flash her pussy.

I pulled out my reg and repeatedly licked her salty clam, then let a slow stream of bubbles flow over her now-engorged bébé bite. I heard her let out a satisfied moan after the trick. My fingers teased her folds. Slipping in and curling back out, then taking a light circle around the prominent flesh of her hooded lady. Lola eventually gestured for me to penetrate her.

I was rock hard and needed to feel her feminine warmth take me inside her loins. I stretched out facing up and pulled her onto me.

I could hear her sounds of pleasure as I filled her to the end of the cavity. She hooked her feet around me in a way she could control stroking me like a toy in and out of her cunt. She unzipped her BCD and released her bountiful, sexy breasts, which tried to float up, making them seem supernatural. I was so enjoying the hot sensations, and view of her half undressed, releasing lots of bubbles as she gasped and made noises while doing most of the work of getting serviced..

I pinched a nipple and pulled, and she nodded affirmatively, wanting it harder. We rode together floating in the water column, doing the ballet of nature.

I was getting close, and Lola knew my signs. As I was on the brink, she sharply pulled off and stroked my raging cock to release strands of cum into the water. I could tell she was giggling at the fun of seeing me shoot my baby starters into the ocean.

I checked my air, and saw the antics had used up a fair bit. Lola caught it and checked hers. We were both getting low. I handed her bottoms to her, and she shook her head with a naughty grin at me. We took our time swimming back, getting a last view of the sights of nature.

Lola headed up the ladder first, in a way to maximize my view of her love lips. There was only one other couple back on board, and they were too busy to notice Lola's lack of cover. The dive master noticed when Lola accepted her bottom and put it back on. I got a big wink and a smile from him.

We got our gear off and were sitting together on the return, with Lola's arm around me.

"That was an inspired bit of work my sexy man. I know I said anywhere any time, but never imagined underwater." She giggled. "And the bubbles on my clit, you take that in dive school?" she laughed. "PADI specialty?" and laughed some more.

"Just had a dirty thought in the moment we survived the 'shark attack'," I replied. "We were OK by the way, I noted the black tips on its fins; reef shark."

"Yeah, but it was huge Steve, my first time for a shark."

"You did great! You could've just swum away and left me. All you had to do was be faster than your buddy, not the shark!" I laughed.

"Besides, if it was a great white, that shark would have looked like a minnow." I added.

"I want to do some more diving for sure. But I'd also like to do some skills practice first."

"You were a natural. Our buoyancy was perfect while I was getting screwed by my naughty mermaid. We'll go over everything though, so you have confidence it's all still there."

I got a big two arm hug as we cuddled heading back.

Once ashore, we settled up with the operator and waited till Lola's reg was refreshed. We headed to our nest for a sleep, and another day in paradise.

Staying for a few months, diving, swimming, exploring, and meeting different folks. We never ran into Rosalie again, though that could have been a fun time once more.

Bermuda was a great start to living the nomad life. Moving on, somewhere else was calling us to explore.

Lola and I were discussing where we should travel next.

"Hey Lola, with the best winds, we're expecting a 3 to 5-day sailing adventure to our next destination. We could even stop in Miami for a bit and then explore Grand Bahama or one of the many other islands in the chain. Is there a particular place you've always wanted to visit?"

"I've never been to Miami, and I've always wanted to check it out. I'm thinking we should go there, get some supplies, grab some food, and maybe even give the boat a little TLC. Maybe we could stay for a week? I'm getting used to the slower island pace now." Lola laughed.

"Maintenance? Wow, that's definitely something we need to take care of. I'm surprised you're bringing it up, Lola. I'm thrilled to have you on board! It's great to see someone who defies traditional gender norms."

"Maybe more surprises for you Steve," She winked.

"To spice things up, we'll be cruising on the western side of the Bermuda Triangle, heading straight to Miami. Who knows, we might even spot some flying saucers!" I suggested with a wink.

"Also seems a good time for me to get some more advanced sailing instruction in. Like what would I do if you fell overboard Steve?"

"I was thinking about it, but it never seemed like the right time to address it. I'm so glad you brought it up, and I'll make sure to prioritize it during this leg. You'll have some support to start with, how does that sound?"

"Like an unpaid intern, my overlord." Lola chuckled.

"Think of it as a temporary assignment. I'll give you a proper title once we reach the mainland." I chuckled.

We had laid in some supplies to last at least a week, and checked the weather. The forecast was for a brisk westerly wind around sunrise. We would catch that at first light and start off.

Sleep was elusive, so many things going through my head asking if I did this, is everything ready?

I jolted awake as Lola was coming back down from the hatch in a light fleece and shorts. The wind caught the hatch and banged it open.

"Hey sleepyhead, time to get going. We have a pretty stiff breeze this morning. Let's catch the wave partner."

"Ok sexy, I'll get things prepped, and clear the deck of any loose items."

"Beat ya to it lover." We're ready to haul some sheets."

I headed up top, and it was blowing nice, not scary, but we'd make good time today. The engine fired up and I pulled ahead to release pull on the anchor. Lola ran the anchor winch, and as it broke surface I slipped back into forward gear, and started us out.

"Sails or helm Lola?"

"Sails, I need the practice," she replied.

"OK, when we are approaching the harbour exit, raise the main, then the number two jib."

"Aye aye," She smiled, and headed to prep the sail hoisting.

Now we were in open water I headed up wind, and Lola made quick work of raising the main. I bore off on a broad reach, and killed the engine. Lola Got the jib up with no trouble, and we were making good headway. I steered us on course, and Lola trimmed everything to match the changes.

"Maybe check the latest weather. I'll tweak the radar, and set the autopilot."

We were moving really well now, the bow slicing through the meter high chop. That would change to rollers once we got a distance from the island. The sun was visible and everything bathed in its low angled golden glow. This was what it's all about, being in tune with nature.

"Steve, weather says gale force mid-day, then dropping off late afternoon. Sounds kind of serious."

"Well gale can be a range. Need to know the knots expected. Given this is a good breeze already, it could get to the point we need to take in some sail area. Luckily, we have roller furling inside the mast, which makes the job a lot easier and safer. And similar for the jib on the fore-stay. You're going to get some good skills in today babe." I remarked.

"Challenge accepted!" and high fived me.

"OK, you steer, I'm going to turn off the electronics, and you'll have to use compass."

"Steve, it's going all over, I can keep it on the heading."

"Do the best you can, you will see a pattern in how it cycles back and forth, so you can keep the average value between the extremes. Relax, and make slow small changes."

An hour later Lola had it in hand, so it was on to more.

"We are going to do a man overboard drill. When I yell it out, you will need to do a 360-degree turn. That will require tacking and gybing. I know you have tacking down, but a gybe is with the wind behind, and the boom swing is much larger. You really have to be fast on the sheets (ropes) and haul it in quick as we gybe. Then as the wind picks it up on the other angle, snap a couple turns of the main sheet around the winch and use it as a brake to let it out controlled. I'll do one and you observe, then your turn."

I did a snap turn, working the mains for a tack, then gybe, then a tack the other direction to get back on course. I'd let the jib flutter during the manoeuvre for simplicity for now.

"We are on course, but may not be on our track any more. This is easier with the GPS to re-acquire our proper position. "

I fired up the GPS, and had her observe our saved track, then initiate her own recovery. Boy she was quick, and hit all the right measures, getting us on track.

"That was great! One more thing, see this button with a man in it? When I say man overboard, hit that button first, then do your turn, come back a bit behind so you sail up parallel the MOB marker, release the sails., and let the boat drift to the body. We'll use this life vest as the body. I want it back," I grinned.

"Man Overboard," and tossed the vest.

Lola made a miss on the MOB button first try, but got it second stab. She perfectly executed the 360, and brought the boat really close. I used the boat-hook to snag the vest, and she put us on track. So of course, I repeated the 'lost man' again 3 more times over the next hour, and Lola had it going smoothly.

"Great Job Lola ... Oh shit! I yelled," and jumped over the side hanging onto the vest.

"Fuck Steve! WTF!" she screamed.

Obviously, she had it all in hand and 10 min later was closing in slowly.

"You do that again and I'll let you walk home!" she yelled. Oooh someone was pissed.

"How you getting back in?"

"Rope ladder under the cushion."

Lola figured how to rig it and I dragged myself back on board.

"Sorry I gave you grief Lola, but that's how things happen. You never expect them. It was lucky you saw me go over, and marked the position on the GPS. You ever fall, you will need a noisemaker, tracker, or signal sausage to find you."

Reality sunk in as to how dangerous this could be on both of us.

"Steve, we need to do this every day, but no more antics."

"Agreed."

"Alright, I'll show you how to use the radar and some cool features on the GPS, and I'll teach you how to navigate. You'll be a pro in no time! Safety is our top priority, so it's great that we both know how to use these systems."

She was really starting to get the hang of it, learning all the ins and outs of sailing. There's still a lot to learn, like maintenance and stuff, but she was super smart and capable. I was realizing she had all the qualities I'd want in a partner for this kind of lifestyle.

That evening as the sun's light faded, the winds had dropped to still a good level. Weather overnight had no surprises, and we set the autopilot, and radar alarms, retreating to the cabin to relax.

"Well, that was a day. I'm glad we have the GPS, it does so much stuff for us." Lola spoke. "This is living Steve, not just an afternoon sail, but a job with the greatest office on the planet."

"Hey Lola, I had some thoughts today. You're amazing at everything, and having you by my side makes life so much better. You're my partner in crime, my safety net, and my confidante. Every day I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have you. I've never met anyone else I can trust and admire as much as you. I guess I'm saying I'm totally in love with you and I don't want to live without you."

Lola burst into tears, and threw her arms around my neck, kissing my face and neck.

"Hey Steve, that was the most heartfelt thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm totally on board with everything you're saying, and I feel the same way about you. You're my soulmate, just being you. The way you are patient, and my coach learning to sail - we seem to have a lot in common. There are so many times when I see how you support me, and I just can't express how much I love you."

Her words and emotions touched my heart so deeply that I started crying. I feel her love, and I'm determined to make her a happy and honest woman.

We hung out for a while, but then I heard her tummy grumble. We both laughed and I suggested I'll put some dinner together.

That night we made tender love pushing each other's sensations to the stars and back, falling into an inky blackness exhausted from the day's work.

I woke in the dark, wondering why. As I lay still, I could tell the motion of the boat had changed. I got up to investigate, waking Lola.

"What's wrong Steve?"

"Nothing lover, just need to check out what's up. You stay in bed, and I'll keep watch till I'm sure we are cruising suitably."

The wind had shifted a bit. Not enough to make it dangerous, but I needed to re-trim. All clear looking around, and the electronics showed we were fine.

A new weather report was released, with increasing heavy winds. Some clouds scudded towards the horizon, and sea had a less amiable feel.

To prepare, I headed into the wind, released the out-haul, and pressed the roller furling switches for the mains and jib to take in some sail.

Back on track, the boat was less heeled and cutting a bit smoother through the water. Lost a bit of speed, but figured over the next couple hours we'd be back into it.

Lola popped up just at daybreak, and came to the helm.

"All good?"

"Yes," I replied, "winds picked up and I furled the sails a bit. Supposed to blow hard today, so prepped us while it was calmer."

"Well go back down and catch a nap, I'll keep watch, and wake you later this morning to keep me company."

I kissed and hugged her, "Thanks babe, will do."

I woke on my own later, feeling caught up on my sleep. The boat was rocking and heeled over good now, and the winds were whistling through the support wires.

I went to the helm, and Lola was grinning.

"This is fun now eh? What a ride!" Lola grinned.

"You are the adventurous type aren't you?" I had to speak loud above the sounds of the splashing at the bow, and the wind." I snuggled to her, cupping her fabulous breasts, nuzzling her neck. "Quite a lady managing all this on your own."

"Had a good teacher." She replied.

The feel of her breasts in my hands over her fleece stirred my desire as I hugged her, despite the rain lashing out on top of the sea spray.

"Strip you dirty sea whore!" I ordered.

Lola was grinning, really into the idea. We tossed our clothes into the bin under the seat cushion, and I braced her standing at the wheel.

"Wide stance, I want to see your labia when you bend over next."

Lola positioned herself to give a sexy show from behind and my stiff cock craved her heat.

The rain and spray pelted our skin like tiny needles, while the boat rocked violently against the waves, propelled like a wild beast through the churning sea.

It was an exhilarating adventure, and I was about to give Lola a thrilling ride of my own.

I slid my rod in her whetted slash repeatedly, picking up lubrication to make penetration smooth.

"Fuck my cunt!" Lola screamed, "quit teasing me."

I slapped her ass, "You dirty sea slut! You kiss your mom with that mouth?" and slapped her ass a few more times.

The adrenaline from standing naked in a storm on a tossing tilted boat coupled with my desire coursing in my blood urged me to take her and ride her hard.

I pressed my swollen head past her labia, and met with the fiery heat of her dripping baby maker.

Slowly I ran all in to my balls as she screamed her excitement yelling, "C'mon you pussy, show me how you fuck a real sea whore if you know how!"

I belted her ass hard a few strokes, grabbed her hair with one hand, and a fat wet tit with the other and started to bang her slutty slit hammering my pelvis into her hard, short of knocking her over.

She took a hand and put it between her thighs grabbing her clitoral shaft, stroking it like a cock.

"Fuck that feels good," she yelled, "you know what I really want!"

I did indeed. Her position left her brown eye exposed and vulnerable, so I moved the hand from her sexy breast, and pushed my thumb into her rusty doughnut. I stroked both filled holes in and out several times, then relocated my cock at her back door.

"Scream you naughty bitch! No mercy for the pirate's wench!"

With that, I slid all 7" home in one pass, feeling the tightness approach and yield along the way. I didn't pause, pounding her puckered prune over and over as she screamed and screamed, calling me every dirty name in the book.

Her ass muscles gripped me as the soft folds caressed my shaft. My head wanted to explode in the tight embrace as it went in and out of the forbidden velvet subway.

The pounding of the boat into the waves was felt through my feet as I pounded her ass in double time to the shocks. My balls strained as my release was due, and every muscle in my ass, taint and cock constricted painfully as I released heavy explosions of baby batter into her forbidden zone. The wind blew, droplets scoured our skin, as we balanced and moved to couple with raw lust.

As I was pulling out, Lola screamed and shook through her own orgasm.

She turned around and gave me a weak slap on the cheek, laughing as she called me a filthy bugger.

Her hair wet and hanging, drips coming off it, rivulets of water running off her breasts and nipples. The heavy breathing, she never looked so desirable, and well fucked.

She caught the lustful look in my eye and pulled me into her to kiss deeply, tongues exploring each other's, our hands grasping places all over each other's body.

We clung together for what seemed like ages, feeling connected like never before.

"I love you even more Steve," she said "I didn't know I could."

"Same Lola, you are one sexy lady."

After checking the instruments and sails, we headed below to dry off, then slip under the covers to warm up and feel each other's closeness as we drifted into a nap.

We woke to a less noisy environment, and padded up to check it out.

Skies cleared, and winds back to a steady breeze.

Showed Lola the buttons for the furling, but then showed her how to do it manually in case the solar wasn't keeping up to our needs. We got standard sails rigged and made a minor correction to our course.

We were making great progress so far.

We were both chilling, eyeing the horizon around us when Lola squealed and jumped-up pointing. A few really large fish were approaching from aft. When they got closer it became 3 or 4 dolphins about to pass us.

They glided so smoothly popping up in a low arc and bobbing under again. As they closed, it was more like half a dozen, as you could see a couple underwater still as others were on top. It was a fantastic sight, seeing them skim past in their element.

Not the same as the sad act tossing them scraps off a dock.

The next couple days went well. On what should be our last day, I spotted something just off the upwind side of our bow. A couple miles out, dark, and not like a ship. Our electronics were off, letting the house batteries charge without a load, so I didn't get the usual ping from the radar.

I grabbed the binoculars and could see some definition. It was a submarine, and huge. Since the dolphins, we kept the cell handy, and I was able to get a decent shot of it. Pretty cool seeing what to my eye looked like a nuke, with a wide flat deck behind the sail above the waves.

I took a couple more shots, and it began slipping under. Silent and smooth it disappeared like it had been a figment of my imagination.

Must be a guy thing, Lola was unimpressed.

We were lined up to intersect the shipping channel, so I fired up the radar and nav, and found we were just coming up on the shelf before the Venetian Islands off the coast of Miami city.

When closer, headed for the main channel, we dropped sails to motor under the drawbridge at South Beach to lay up at one of the anchorages just inside the cove.

We were both looking forward to stretching our legs and a hot meal, with a beer or two to wash it down.

Miami beckons.