Hannah In the Wind

Mariposa Barefoot Charters becomes a reality today as I await the arrival of my first paying customers from Bristol in the UK.

Just five days short of my 40th birthday, if feels like an early gift.

For the past 12 years I have been the captain of sailboats, owned by several charter outfits based in the Caribbean. It was always my dream to be the master of my own charter business.

Serendipity had no doubt played a hand in making my startup business possible.

A couple of years sooner than scheduled, an opportunity presented itself, when a tropical storm caused a sailboat to break loose from its mooring and blow onto a rocky shoreline, damaging one of the twin hulls.

Surprisingly, my cheeky purchase offer to the company insuring it, was accepted.

I was now the proud owner of a 12-year-old, 39-foot catamaran.

Technically, I was actually a co owner with the bank, although they had no part in Mariposa's hull repairs and restoration. It fell to me and my first mate, Maria Lopez, to make my gem in the rough, seaworthy.

A Zodiak approached through the light chop created by a freshening westerly breeze.

Mariposa, lying at anchor in Road Town Harbour, was about to receive charter guests for the first time.

The debut seven day cruise, would explore the various isles of the U. S. and British Virgin Islands.

Maria tied up to the stern water level platform and assisted our guests to the main deck.

"Skipper, this is Hannah and Jeremy Windham," Maria said, introducing a man who was dressed as if he was attending a casual business meeting rather than about to start a tropical sailing adventure.

On the other hand, his younger wife was a stunning barefoot Eurasian woman in a bright yellow sun dress. Her broad radiant smile and sensuous curvy body instantly captivated me.

Maria turned to the other couple and said, "And this is Mindy and Mark Simpson." They were closer in age to Hannah.

"Welcome aboard. I'm Rusty Runquist. Maria will show you to your staterooms. After you get organized, we will provide a safety orientation before we weigh anchor and depart.

Let us know if there is anything we can do to make your cruise memorable. Maria will be the chef, housekeeper and tour guide."

"Would it be possible to learn to sail?" Hannah asked.

"Happy to do that, you are welcome to assist in sailing or just totally kick back and let us take care of you." I replied.

Over cocktails in our meet and greet session, I learned that Mark and Mindy were newlyweds. Hannah and Mindy had been close friends since high school. It was my immediate assessment that Jeremy Windham didn't quite fit in this group.

Knowing nothing about the islands, they were happy to let us set the itinerary and provide a variety of experiences.

The weather was glorious, and the forecast was a 90% probability it would be the same for the entire week.

We cleared the harbour under sail.

Mark, Mindy and Hannah changed into bathing suits and lounged on the trampoline net between the hulls.

Jeremy found a partially shaded spot beside the main mast and beverage ice chest. He sat in a deck chair sipping a gin and tonic, still conservatively dressed in his khaki pants, collared shirt and tasseled leather loafers.

Hannah and Mindy exhibited no sign of modesty as they shed their bikini tops and applied sunscreen. Mindy was slender with tiny breasts. On the other hand, Hannah was delightfully curvy with a full natural bosom.

Hannah left the newlyweds cuddling on the netting and withdrew a cold beer from the ice chest. Looking in my direction, she held it up, querying if I wanted one. I shook my head, opting for a Coke.

As we drank our cold beverages and conversed, Jeremy kept a close watch with a tacit disapproval of his topless wife's behavior.

The newlyweds frolicking on the netting was getting seriously close to being X rated.

"Don't mind him, he is a bit of a stodgy bloke. Doesn't approve of any kind of public displays of affection. You can probably guess at his attitude to nudity, particularly mine. Does it bother you?"

"It's your vacay, please enjoy it anyway you want." I said, concealing my appreciation for her delightful form.

We dropped anchor at Peter Island just after 6:30PM. Maria served our guests an al fresco dinner on the deck.

Just after 9PM, the tired travelers retired to their staterooms in the stern section of the sailboat.

Maria and I would share the third stateroom outfitted with twin beds in the bow.

In the middle of the night, I heard a repetitive sound of something banging on the deck.

As I climbed the ladder to investigate, I encountered Hannah on the deck beside the hatch where I emerged.

Before I could speak, she looked at me and put her finger to her lips in a sign to be quiet, while nodding her head toward the main mast.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" she whispered.

Mindy was standing by the mast, leaning forward and clutching one of the halyards. Mark was close behind with his hands grasping her hips. They were both naked and Mindy was moaning as he repeatedly thrust into her with a slow and gentle motion.

We stayed frozen in place, watching silently until the lovers collapsed to the deck.

The next morning, as we set sail for Virgin Gorda, our guests enjoyed a leisurely breakfast topside.

Later, Hannah approached me at the helm, wearing a thong and a distracting cutoff tee shirt. She had two cups of coffee in hand. "Maria said you like yours black."

The mischievous look on this dark skinned angel's face made me wonder if her comment was a double entendre.

"Can I get my first sailing lesson?"

Hannah always had a smile and proved to be a sponge, soaking up every bit of sailing training I passed on. In no time she was incorporating 'luffing', shrouds' 'stays' and 'boom' into our conversations. I loved her enthusiasm.

The others exhibited no interest in the operation of the sailboat.

The newlyweds were pleasant enough, but kept mostly to themselves as they enjoyed the scenery and especially each other.

Jeremy seemed more morose as he read a book and sipped on his ever-present gin and tonic.

During lunch on a pristine sandy beach, Maria educated them about the beautiful island, said to have been named by Christopher Columbus. She suggested they might want to take a hike along lushly vegetated trails, running through striking nature sanctuaries.

Jeremy chose to stay on board with a book, while the others set out to explore the beauty of the island.

The tired travelers turned in early again that night.

We sailed the morning of the third day.

Reaching a sheltered bay, I set up a picnic style lunch on a sand bar, while Maria led Mark and the topless women on a snorkeling tour of the reef. Jeremy sat under a beach umbrella with a book and a beverage.

By mid afternoon we were under sail again, headed for a cove on the north side of the main island.

Uncharacteristically, Mindy joined me at the helm. She questioned me about sailing and life in the Caribbean.

As we conversed, Hannah approached her husband and sat on his knee. When she embraced him with soft kiss on the cheek, he scowled, rebuffing her affection.

Hurt and rejected, she went below.

"It's so sad that the romantic anniversary Hannah hoped for is not happening," she spoke. "Things have been difficult between them for some time now and I know she hoped to rekindle the romance. I always thought they were mismatched. She was 27 and full of life when they married. He was 41 and a stodgy old fart in my opinion. How do you tell your best friend you don't think they are right for each other, without jeopardizing a long-time relationship?"

I nodded but remained silent.

Mindy returned to Mark's side on the netting.

That afternoon, we anchored off Jost van Dyke.

The two couples used the Zodiak to ferry themselves ashore for an evening of food, drink and music at the nearby beach bar.

Maria and I enjoyed some rare quiet time alone with a cold beer on the deck as a spectacular full moon rose above the southwestern horizon.

"I will miss you when you leave for nursing school." I said to Maria.

"Have you found a replacement for me? Remember, I leave in two weeks?"

"Only one applicant seems interesting, but she is considering another offer as well. Any chance I can convince you to stay?" I replied.

"Sorry my friend, but I want a family. I don't see that possible being a first mate on a charter sailboat. Are you are proposing?"

"I may have to consider that if I don't find anyone soon." I chuckled.

A short time later, Maria turned in and I enjoyed some quiet time, awaiting the return of our guests.

Just after midnight, the Zodiak approached, but only three people were visible.

Scrambling to assist them land, I saw that it was Hannah who was missing.

Jeremy pushed past me without a word and disappeared below. Before I had a chance to ask, Mindy spoke, "Hannah and Jeremy had a horrible argument. Hannah refused to come back with us."

"I will make sure she gets back." I said, untying the Zodiak.

"We last saw her at the beach bar." Mark stated as I started the engine and departed.

Foxy's beach bar, popular with the bareboat sailing crowd, was hopping. The music was lively, and every table was full of happy, boisterous patrons.

I spotted Hannah at the end of the bar, flanked by two fortyish, well served men.

She had not noticed me as I stood back watching. Both men simultaneously bragged about their sailing exploits. Hannah was clearly not impressed.

The one who sounded like an Aussie, was becoming more aggressive with each passing minute.

When I stepped toward Hannah, he turned and said, "This one's taken Mate. Fuck off!"

When he jabbed his finger at me, I grabbed it and bent it back until I heard a pop, causing him to stumble back against the bar. A menacing look toward the other, was all it took to stop him from advancing.

As Hannah finally recognized me, I took her hand and ushered her away. She was crying as we left the chaos.

We walked without talking for some distance, leaving Calypso music and din of inebriated conversation behind.

Eventually we came to a bench swing suspended between two palm trees. The full moon illuminated the beach, and the only sounds were the waves gently lapping against the sandy shore and Hannah's soft sobbing.

"Thank you for rescuing me." she finally spoke.

Not knowing what to say, I remained silent but close.

"My marriage is over. I have known for some time but have refused to admit it."

"What will you do now?"

"I don't know. I just know I can't go back to the boat."

She continued to weep as she laid her head on my shoulder. We walked, mostly in silence, until the sun came up.

"What we need is a coffee and a Danish." I said as I led her to a beach kiosk.

As we sat sipping and savouring the sweet pastry, a friend of mine arrived at the coffee bar and ordered.

"Hey Barney." I called out to him.

When he approached, I introduced him to Hannah as a fellow charter boat skipper.

"What's your itinerary?"

"I just dropped some guests off and will be headed back to Road Town by mid morning. What can I do for you?"

"We have a bit of a situation and Hannah is in need of a ride. Can you help?"

"Sure. No problem."

Hannah spoke up. "I'm not being run off. He can take my no-good husband."

"Let me know when you figure it out." Barney said as he went to pick up his coffee.

By the time he had it doctored to his liking, Hannah had made her decision, and I called him back.

"Can you stop by before you go?" I pointed to Mariposa at anchor in the bay.

"New boat? Nice." He said checking his watch while standing to leave. "I'll be there about 10:30."

When he moved out of ear shot, I said, "Let's get back and sort this out."

My despondent guest steeled herself as she rose and followed me to the Zodiak.

Hannah remained in her seat as I tied up to Mariposa and climbed up to the deck.

Everyone was in their customary positions. Mindy and Mark were in an embrace on the netting and Jeremy was working on his ever-present beverage of choice.

I walked straight to Jeremy and said forcefully, "With everything that has transpired, Hannah thinks it's best if you leave. I have arranged passage for you back to Road Town. Please pack and be ready to leave in the next half hour."

He stood, ready to argue, but apparently, thought better of engaging in a confrontation. He shrugged in resignation, before disappearing below.

He only reemerged after Barney came alongside.

In the meantime, Hannah had joined her friends on the trampoline.

Barney departed with no interaction between the somber marital partners.

Hannah mouthed a silent 'thank you' to me and forced a weak smile.

The mood of everyone improved noticeably before my friend's sailboat disappeared beyond the horizon.

By dinner, our guests were relaxed and showing signs of moving on.

Maria and I were invited to join them at the meal.

Midway through dinner, Hannah spoke, "We have decided that we want to continue sailing for the remainder of our charter arrangement with one exception."

"That's great. What can we do to improve it?"

Hannah smiled and spoke, 'We don't want to be treated as clients anymore. So much has happened, and if it is alright with you both, we would like to continue the remaining days of the voyage as friends. We could pitch in and help share the operational duties."

"That's acceptable to us." Maria said before I had a chance to answer. I nodded in agreement.

"But don't worry, we won't ask for a refund." Hanna added with a smile.

Mark and Mindy had no interest in the sailing duties, but they did assist with meals and cleanup.

Hannah's transformation, however, was astounding. She insisted on hauling sails up and down as well as manning the helm. Her appetite for learning was voracious and she told everyone often how much she loved sailing.

Mindy and Hannah continued to spend most of the day topless with no complaints from me.

To my surprise, Maria shed her top as well, showing she could match Hannah, tit for tat. I wasn't disappointed that I didn't see a tat anywhere in sight. Not that I would have recognized one anyway.

After a late dinner topside, Hannah challenged everyone to go skinny dipping.

As the last holdout to the otherwise unanimous agreement, I blame the wine and waning moon for eventually bowing to the peer pressure to join in.

As we frolicked in the water, Hannah swam up and embraced me before kissing me sensuously.

When my penis grew and throbbed against her thigh, she purred, "Oh Captain, what is that? I think I should take you to my cabin and check that out."

Maria winked at me with a smile as Hannah led me to her stateroom.

As we fell onto the berth kissing, our tongues dueled incessantly. When Hannah's lips moved down to my nipples and sucked one aggressively, I felt as if there was nerve directly connecting my nipples to my penis. I am sure I have never been that hard.

Soon, she rolled me onto my back and kissed down to my navel and beyond.

When her lips contacted my cock, she turned to a 69 position and lowered herself to my face. Eagerly, my lips and tongue found her pussy, savouring the taste of her intoxicating free-flowing juices.

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The cabin was filled with Hannah's loud moaning and the overpowering aroma of sex.

Initially, I had purposefully avoided stimulating her clit, but when my tongue flicked it gently, she pushed her pussy into my face. Mere seconds after I sucked her engorged clitoris into my mouth, she closed her legs around my head and thrashed on top of me. I feared blacking out from a lack of oxygen. I couldn't discern if she climaxed once or multiple times.

She continued to purr softly. I turned so I could embrace her and when our lips found each other in a slow passionate kiss she moaned, "WOW! Never before in my life. WOW! I want more."

She pushed me to my back again.

Straddling me, she lowered herself, fully engulfing my penis into her wanton pussy.

Soon she began to move slowly up and down, adding a slight rotation. As that continued, I felt a pulsing pressure around my penis, and I knew I was about to flood her with an incredible load of seminal fluids. Sensing the start of my orgasm, she brought her lips near my ear and said, "Give it all to me. I want to feel it filling me up."

That was when I lost it. It seemed to go on for longer than I had ever cum before.

When the pulsing in my cock subsided, she laid down on me, keeping me inside her until my erection softened and slipped out. She rolled off me and pushed her back into me. Hannah fell asleep as I spooned her, eventually giving into slumber myself.

Still spooning, we were awakened by clattering and laughing from the galley, as Maria and Mindy prepared breakfast.

Hannah started rubbing her ass against me in a slow rhythm. My penis reacted instantly.

She rose to her knees and said, "Get behind me. I love doggie style sex."

"I never argue with a beautiful woman."

Grasping her hips, my penis found the opening it sought, and I drove my full length into her.

As Hannah started her slow gyrations, I marveled at the rich milk chocolate colour of her flawless skin. My attention was soon diverted to the wall mirror, which reflected the image of our urgent mating. I loved watching her ample breasts swaying pendulously.

Hannah's large dark areolas tipped with soft nipples continued to enthrall me as they had from the first time I saw them.

I reached around her with one hand and found her clitoris, causing her to increase the pace of her movement against me.

I used my saliva to lubricate the fingers of my other hand, before rubbing it against her puckered ass.

Sensing the start of her orgasm, I penetrated her anus. "Yes! Deeper! Ohhhhh."

Hannah thrashed and moaned through her orgasm. My overloaded sensory system boiled over, and I lost control. The simultaneous climax we shared, left us perspiring and panting as we collapsed onto the disheveled bedsheets.

Rapping on the door interrupted our revery. "Anyone interested in breakfast?" Maria asked.

Hannah smiled and whispered, "If we are going to do this again this afternoon, I am going to have to replenish my energy and fluids."

I called out to Maria, "Be there in 10 minutes. Make sure Hannah is well fed."

Later that day, we received a weather advisory that a low pressure system had moved into the area.

I offered our guests two options.

Mindy and Mark seemed eager to accept Option A, which was to find a sheltered bay and let the system move on.

Hannah suggested to Mindy that their friendship was in jeopardy if we didn't go with Plan B. She was all smiles when Mindy reluctantly agreed to head for open water, north of the island, where higher winds were expected.

Maria took the helm as Hannah and I manned the sails. Mark and Mindy stationed themselves on the netting and despite hanging on like their lives were at serious risk, they seemed to be enjoying the exhilaration of the speed and the spray.

Hannah squealed with delight as we pounded through the heavy seas, often tilted over with only one of the twin hulls in the water. Her smile would likely take a week to fade.

As stunning as she had been when I first met her, The new found freedom seemed to raise her beauty to a new level.

Her glee was infectious, pulling everyone around her into a better place.

When the winds abated, we navigated to Cane Garden Bay and anchored near an open air beach bar.

We enjoyed the seafood buffet and rum cocktails at the beach bar.

Later we danced in the sand to the music of two women serenading the patrons, one with a twelve string guitar and the other a tambourine. Their melodious voices blended to create a romantic atmosphere that brought Hannah and I even closer together.

I eagerly accepted when Hannah made it clear she would prefer we shared her cabin for the remainder of the voyage.

All too soon the week was over and we set sail for the harbour at Rhode Town.

Our guests were scheduled to depart for St. Thomas that afternoon.

With Rhode Town in sight, Maria joined me at the helm.

"i was talking to Hannah. She doesn't want to return to the U. K."

"I'm not surprised." I replied. "Did she say what her plan is?"

"Earth to Rusty." Maria said in exasperation as she knocked her knuckles on my skull. "The answer to your problem is right in front of you."

"What problem is that?"

"I always thought of you as a very bright guy. Now I'm concerned how you will survive on your own next week." Maria began. "Is there anyone we know that doesn't want to go home today? Maybe someone who has fallen completely in love with sailing? Someone who seems quite taken with you, I might add. And finally have you forgotten you have a position to fill with no suitable candidates to replace me?"

"Hannah?" I gasped, as the light went on for me. "Do you think she would be interested in taking that on?"

"I'd be more concerned about her wanting to take you on?" Maria chided me lightheartedly. "Talk to her. I'll take the helm."

Hannah was zipping her soft sided luggage as I knocked on the open door to her state room.

"Let me give you a hand with that." I said taking her bag in hand. "Where am I taking this? Topside or crew quarters?"

Hannah gave me a confused look.

"Would you consider staying on and taking over Maria's position?"

Hannah leapt from her bunk and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. "YES! I will definitely stay on." After a smoldering kiss, she said. "Can we be crew mates with benefits, or do you have a strict non fraternization policy?"