Sailing 2

This is a continuing story. The beginning of the story was called Drywood for no apparent reason whatsoever. If you want a presentation of the characters and start of the plot read the first parts.

This is the second part of the story "Sailing". Three days in to the sail....

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"Anyone want to have some food?"

Miriam was dressed in a minimal bikini. It was supposed to have been blue but the sun and water had taken most of its color away. Sun tan all over and with the setting sun behind her. A pure picture of beauty and summer. Her small frame and very fit body capturing the sunshine and moisture.

"Small bikini contest!"

Annie was smiling all over and run down to get something on. Yvette Laughed and disappeared. I opted for my normal black T-shirt and shorts not thinking more about it. As Miriam kept on hollering food, George appeared, also in T-shirt and shorts. Smiling like the Cheshire cat and sitting down in the cockpit and folding out the table.

"I heard her laughing, Annie. Great job you two. You are making my life easier."

"Always glad to be of service!"

I laughed and helped Miriam put out plates and food. She was all the time accidently, or not so accidently, brushing up to me and I could feel her warm skin on mine. Yvette reappeared, blue bikini. I had seen that one before. Small but not micro. Blue as the sky at late evening, glistening material. As it was smaller than her usual one you could see her tan lines on torso and midriff.

"Don't you dare laugh? I know, but these tan lines will go away soon enough if we keep up the dress code here. You have nothing to say. I can see your white line on your arms."

"I wasn't even thinking of laughing. You are beautiful."

I protested and enveloped her in a big hug and kissed her hungrily. I could hear Annies voice;

"You two get a room.. or maybe not.. come to think of it it's more fun out here."

George laughed so much he almost fell over and Miriam clapped me on my back. Annie was dressed in a small white thing. Bikini might be the name for it. Three small white triangles, almost covering the most necessary parts of her body. Not so tanned as the other two but no tan lines anywhere to be seen, and the small knobs of her nipples sticking out thru the material like little buttons. Anyway, food was the issue and with a lot of laughing and talking we ate. George went below to clean up and I and ended up with a cup of coffee and sitting there on the cushions on the floor of the cockpit looking up at the three girls sitting on the top of the sprayhood enjoying the last rays of the sun.

Yvette with her well trained and so familiar body. All the curves I loved and knew so well. Her blond hair flowing free in the wind. The top of the midnight blue bikini was off and I could see that she was letting the sun work on her tan lines.

Miriam, compact, well trained. You could see her fit body almost as it was ready to strike any second. Short cropped dark hair ruffling in the slight wind and framing her pretty face. The material of her bikini was so worn and thin that you could see the outline of every little crease of her body. Breasts not big but firm as the rest of the body and the small knobs striving to stick out of the material. Leaning backwards on the lines from the mast I could see the outline of her vulva thru the material.

Annie. Tall lean and beautiful. All the lines and sad creases of her face had gone away and she had let her black hair out from the bun she had the first day. Blue eyes, big smile and this jet-black hair down to her shoulders. Legs that went on forever and ended in that small triangle that was supposed to be the bottom of her bikini. So small that it had sneaked in between the folds of her labia. The small tuft of black hair showing up at both sides. Shoving a lot of skin. Just those legs was enough to show off. She had shed her top as well and was lying on her back with her head on a headrest, breast sticking up and with the nipples erect. Laughing at something someone had said.

Three mermaids in the sun. What they didn't know was that the sound carried in the stillness in the evening and I could hear every word they said. Annie was asking;

"Yvette, tell us, how did you meet him?"

"He was my daughter's teacher in high school, and she had a heavy crush on him already then. But no I didn't really see him then. But a few years after she finished school she told me she went and looked him up. She and a friend of hers had a steamy week with him and then I had to find out what was so special. Met him and so it goes. We have been together ever since. But nothing exclusive, just a lot of fun and a lot of sex."

"What does your daughter think of that?"

"Oh it's nothing -- we have even enjoyed him together a few times. She gets to have him off and on."

"So you don't mind letting me have sex with him then?"

"Not at all, it's just a lot more exciting that way. And we sometimes, as with you, enjoy it together."

"I wouldn't mind having a go at him also..."

Miriams voice was almost dreamy. And I could hear in the stillness.

"But you have George all the time! And I mean all the time, we can hear you!"

Annie protested, followed by a laugh from Yvette.

"Feel free, I don't mind. There is enough for the three of us."

"You are right there; he touched parts of my inside that I never had touched before. And he is good with his mouth as well"

"I know."

Yvettes dreamy voice trailed off and Annie continued;

"My X always facefucked me as he called it and it was no fun. Hard to breath and felt like he forced it on me. He was holding my head and just pressing himself down my throat. And he always wanted to get in my ass. Slapping and calling me names. But he was nowhere that big. Have you ever tried any of that and liked it?"

"No I have tried both but am not fond of any of it. Have sucked him off a few times, and it is nice when you get to do it in your own way and tempo, but I have never even tried taking him up my ass. Did it with someone else a long time ago and didn't like it."

Miriam cleared her throat and added;

"I really enjoy it, both ends. Taking it up your ass is special and really gets me off, and sometimes it's just exciting to suck him off, all the way. But I have never tried anything that big. Think about I'd love trying two at the same time, one in the pussy and one in the ass."

Annies laugh was low and soft;

"You really have a dirty mind of your own."

"Yes. And I am getting so horny. I better go find George and give him a blowjob to get him hard and then sit on him and get him in my ass!"

Miriam stood up with that ease that a trained gymnast does. Stretching she placed a hand on her own crotch and said:

"I am all wet from all this talk!"

Slowly walking down in the cockpit she leaned over, placed a hand on my rock hard penis in the shorts and looking me straight in my eyes she whispered;

"You heard all that didn't you! Naughty boy!"

And giving my cock a squeeze she went down to find George, laughing. I couldn't think of anything to say and relaxed on the cushions looking at the sky. Trying to pretend I was at ease. I could hear the two remaining mermaids moving and whispering but didn't look up. I decided to call it a night and went to bed. Disnt take long for a horny and slightly warm Yvette to show up and she almost raped me and ended by sitting on me and grinding her way thru three consecutive climaxes

s and then falling off and falling to sleep, backed up with my cock between her thighs rather quickly.

I must have dosed of as The next thing I felt lying in my back was a hand gripping my rather deflated penis and tentatively almost tasting its head. I could feel her lips rather gingerly going down slightly, and as it grew harder and longer she just moved a few times up and down on the tip and the next thing I felt was my cock going into a very wet and willing pussy. Slowly and surely all the way to the bottom and the sounds of her contended purr as she started to grind away. It was of course Annie that had crept into our bed and I could feel how horny she was, and I let her grind away putting my hands on her rather large and lovely tits and squeezing a little she went over the top and almost shrieked. She laid down at my other side and backed up to me and I put my arms around her holding on to her breasts and massaging her tits slowly and gently, as I could feel my still hard penis go into her snatch from behind. Feeling nice and after a while I pumped her full of sperm in a long movement and could feel her going off at the same time.

In the morning we woke in aheap the three of us and could feel from the movement of the boat that the weather had changed. And it was so right. It was rainag hard and blowing a rather strong wind from the wrong direction. Everybody had to strap everything down, get into raingear and be ready to work all day. We left rather early and did have to make a long leg out to sea since the wind was all against us. I was projecting that it would change in the afternoon and we could benefit from that.

Sailing was rough, raining and blowing. We had to sail rather high against the wind and that meant going against the sea and waves and that takes its toll on the body.

When we turned and went on the other bow around noon the wind had lessened a little but the waves was as high as before. During the afternoon the direction of the wind changed as predicted and we made up time and came to the small harbor that we wanted around six in the evening. We were wet and cold and tired from fighting the sea and wind. Everything was wet, and the only warm place was the big cabin beside the galley that had a small heater. We made aquick supper and decided to stay in the main cabin for the night. The heat fom us and the galley, and the small heater made fog on the small windows and on every surface that was cold. By folding down the table and arranging the cushions and pillows we made a big bed and just crept under the covers all of us. Annie, me, Yvette, Miriam and George in one row. Too tired to even think of anything else we just decked all of us.

The next day was just as bad, and sometime around five we arrived at the Ajax Marina that was the goal of our trip and George directed us to a jetty were he said we were supposed to stay. There was big sign ´property of Ajaxe Marina´ and we could see that this was a big place, lots of really big boats and buildings and so on. While I was securing the lines on the jetty, still dressed in full raingear and grumpy and rather hungry there turned up a thin, red-faced, young man in white trousers, pink shirt and a green jacket and shouted:

"You can't stay here!"

"Why not?"

"Its private property."

"I know."

"You have to go away."

"Why?"

"Only boats that belong to the marina can stay here."

"Yeeess?"

And then I heard Georges voice cutting in like sharp axe of steel:

"Go away -- go find either Eileen, Paul or Felix and tell them that we are here. NOW!"

The command in his voice and the names made the little man shut up and he went away.

"You could have told him why we were here."

"Why? He didn't even ask. Just presumed that we didn't belong. Bad customer relations."

Half an hour later we had packed up our personal stuff, and put all the wet raingear in a sack, and was ready to cal a cab to get us to the Hotel that George had booked when a very big and red Land Rover stopped at the landside of the jetty. The driver a very tall and elegant woman of around sixty came walking with long strides toward us. The hug she gave George showed us all that they were great friends and the handshake I got was firm and warm.

"Leave everything here, the boys will take care of everything. We have to move your boat alongside Liza IV and so on. Let's get to a warmer place and get some dry clothes and a bit of food."

"But our clothes are in the bags...."

Yvette protested.

"And I have booked us at the Hotel..."

George told her

"I know all that. I have fixed everything. Just tag along all will be taken care of."

And I could see three figures in that sort of green-orange work gear that boatmen prefer coming across the harbor in a small dinghy with a disproportionally large outboard engine. They tied on the outside of Liza III and put all our bags in the dinghy, and just towed her away. We were ushered to the Land Rover and piled in. It's cramped in the back sitting sideways but it's manageable, and the drive was short. We stopped in front of the grand entrance to the Hotel 'Ajax' and were ushered to our rooms by some very nice valets.

Yvette and I had got a rather big suite with a large balcony overlooking the harbor. The shower was big enough for both of us, and after a long and reviving session in there we went out in the bedroom, wrapped in big comfy towels and looked at our rather sweaty and grimy clothes that we had dropped on the floor. But laid out on the bed were two sets. One a midnight blue suit with a white shirt underwear and socks, and the other a Royal red dress with flimsy but nice underwear. Between them a note reading "dinner at eight". Yvette fingered the material and the quality and sighed.

"This is High quality stuff! Not the run of the mill confection. Nice. But I have no makeup, no nothing. Not even a hairbrush..."

"What was all that stuff on the shelf in there?"

I said and pointed into the shower. And sure enough, half an hour later she came out. Satisfied and as pretty as you could not imagine. Good thing the time was nearing eight, or I would have started something. And told her so.

"Leave me alone. Let's see if this stuff fits."

And it did. Someone somewhere had a good eye for sizes. The red dress was like a glove on her. Tight where it should be, showing off her midriff and lovely breasts, and flowing around the knees as it should. I couldn't help telling her how lovely she looked and giving her a long kiss and a big hug. The suit fitted rather snugly, and I skipped the tie. I never use ties. At seven minutes before eight a discreet knock on the door and a Very nice young woman said she was supposed to usher us to the dinner room, and she noted the absence of my tie, and commented that it was mandatory with a tie, I asked her if she could find me a bowtie instead since I didn't use ties and she picked up a small box and sent the question further.

Sure enough when we went out from the elevator at the top floor a number of bowtie's was waiting for me and it just took me a few seconds to pick one and tie it and she looked very satisfied with us and ushered us into to the dining room. Or what I suppose went for a dining room. It was a wood and glaspanels construction on top of the building. Big as a garage for five cars. Enormous wooden beams spanning the length of it and windows everywhere, some sliding ones. One part of the windows was open overlooking the harbor and the warmth and sunshine was just pouring in.

Another young woman greeted us and placed us at a table for eight and offered us a cocktail as we waited for the rest of the group as she called it.

Eileen and a man I did not know were next. She was dressed in White. And I mean white -- as in the newly fallen snow first day of winter. A dress draped around her, flowing in all directions. Yvette pulled a sigh and said 'wow' and she knows her way around dresses. The man was dressed in a similar dark blue suit as mine but with the blue tie that I had exchanged for my paisley bowtie. He looked at us and smiled and introduced himself as Felix. Soon George and Miriam showed up. Same blue suit and blue tie and Miriam in a dark grey, almost silver, dress. Strapless and very becoming.

Last to arrive was Annie. Glowing and smiling and wearing a dark orange dress in a very slinky material. Low cut front showing a fair amount of cleavage and back almost down to her asscrack and with a slit on the right side showing off her long and shapely legs. Looked like it was glued on her body. The last chair was for someone named Paul who sent his excuses because he was held up in traffic somewhere and the young woman waiting at the table told us to start without him. We did and the food was really great, and the wines outstanding, and the service top notch and talk was easy. This is the way to live I was thinking. Sitting opposite Eileen and with Yvette on my right and Annie on my left side I relaxed and felt as good as it could get.

Eileen and Felix told us the story about how their respective fathers, who were brothers, had started the company in a small way, and that by now they were one of the largest shipbuilders for specially built leisure crafts in this part of the world. Eileen was boss of the business side and economics, and Felix was the one drawing boats and having ideas. The last bit in the puzzle was Paul who was Eileen's son by her dead husband and the real salesperson. Travelling around the world and sailing events and such and selling the yachts. George had met Paul and Felix at an event and sold them an idea about a tracking program/device that passively used GPS/AIS/ATL and other systems and dumped information back to a server on the company premises. That gave Felix new raw data to performance and so on and also let them know everything else about the crafts.

"I hope the system does not include cameras."

I know what she was thinking about and silently agreed. Annie's impasse was in good humor but I think that in some cases a camera system was included because Felix's laugh didn't sound completely sincere.

"Only when it comes to competing crafts. Some of them want an excessive camera system aboard."

Paul showed up in time for dessert and there were hugs and laughter all around. Same dark blue suit and tie. A Very well-toned boy of around twentyfive and with a likeness to Eileen. After dessert we went to sit down in a set of lounge chairs and sofas, and Annie and Yvette pressed me down between them in a couch and I felt like meat in a sandwich. Annie captured my left hand and put it on the inside of her leg and just pressed it higher until I could feel that she had nothing under, and the heat of her inner thighs. I let my fingers explore and could feel that she was moist and reacted with a little sigh when I touched the outer parts of her vulva. She leaned into me and whispered.

"That Paul boy is looks yummy. Wonder how he would be in bed?"

"Either you try or you not. But think about it. One night only or something for the future? Get to know him or just take him to bed?"

Annie looked at me and I saw that the thought hadn't crossed her mind.

"I want you right now! And then I could think about it a little easier. I am so horny right now I might do something rushed."

Yvette had heard most of it and laughed. She gave her at touch on the cheek and said:

"The evening is over in a minute. Lets go back to our room."

I raised from the couch, with some difficulty, and went over persuaded Paul to show us the company in the morning around ten, and bid everyone a good night. Thanking Eileen for the glorious evening and good food and all that and taking Yvette by the hand rather pointedly when we retired.

We went to our room and opened the double doors to the balcony, letting the sea breeze in. Took our clothes off and draped ourselves in the soft robes hanging in the bathroom. Then I opened the door to the corridor and let a hurrying Annie in.

"What was all that about?"

"Now you can take all day tomorrow and decide if you like Paul, or not, and I have made clear that Yvette and I are an item -- that leaves you free."

Her dress hit the floor with a swishing sound and her arms went around me, and she just demanded:

"I want you. NOW."

Pushing me backwards she almost tore the gown off me and I could hear Yvette's laugh in the background. I fell on the bed and was smothered in kisses in a second and then I could feel her pussy just devouring my cock. She was riding me like she was hungry, and gyrating in all directions at once. The climax didn't take long. She just exploded, screaming straight into my mouth and shaking and wiggling all over.

The evening went on like that, Two lovely girls taking turns on my dick, and soon we were sweaty, satisfied and tired and went to sleep all three of us in the large comfy bed.