0 comments/ 36776 views/ 2 favorites Away Ch. 01 By: Spikile "It's going to be one of those days again," thought Neil to himself as he watched the steam rise from the Landy's bonnet. It seemed like one of the tailbacks from a metropolis, but a herd of scrawny cattle in the back-roads of northern Mocambique could stop traffic just as well, and he was stuck in it with a crew-member at the airport, and a charter-yacht in pieces. And a serious deluge of rain just made things worse. And muddy. He cursed and lit a cigarette. Looking over at his briefcase on the seat next to him, he turned over his diary and hunted out the page which had been faxed to him. His prospective crewmember sounded like an average twenty-something traveler, but the faxed copy of her passport showed nothing but a black smudge for a photograph. Neil's thoughts turned to the truculent nogoodsonofabitch pile of spares the owner called an engine, and he wondered if his new crew- Ros, wasn't it- had brought the replacement part from down south. He drove into the airport. It was really just a corrugated-iron shed with political posters peeling from it which dated back to the bush war. The rain was still bucketing down and the airfield looked dismal, and as he strode into the office with the hand-written sign saying "Transit Longue" on it, he scanned the passengers who were waiting there. A few locals looked at him, and the Immigration official pointed a bony hand at the young woman in the corner. Ros looked up at Neil, and she stood up, nodding to the official as she bent over for her bag. "So you're the skipper? Hi, I'm Ros. This is what you've been waiting for, I think." She said, offering a hand with a box in it. "Shit- sorry! Let me get your bag. I'm Neil. Nice to meet you!" he said, taking her duffel and the box of spares from her. "You don't look anything like the splodge they faxed me- look!" Ros was wearing a Mount Gay baseball cap with a pair of sunglasses over the bill, and a pair of khaki combat trousers under a heavy ocean racing jacket with a boat's name and logos all over it. Neil showed her the fax that he'd received. "Gee, that's a nice picture! Do I really look like a splodge? Well this is me," she said and took off her cap and shook her hair loose. Her dark chestnut hair was long, cut just below her shoulders, and it was wildly curly with sun-kissed highlights. She smiled. They walked out of the shed and over to the Land Rover. Neil put her bag over his shoulder and hurried round to the passenger door and opened it with a flourish for Ros. She giggled. "Welcome aboard our luxury airport shuttle," said Neil. Ros made a mock curtsey and swung herself up into the cab. "Scuse me- I gotta get this thing off," she said as she removed her heavy jacket. "I got this thing on a delivery a few months ago, but it's bloody hot." Neil smiled and looked over at her as he climbed in. "She really is quite pretty," he thought as he started the old Landy. He glanced at Ros again as they turned onto the rutted road back down to the beach. She was tall- about 5'10", he guessed, and very slim. Her white t-shirt was snug-fitting, and he couldn't help but notice how nice Ros's small breasts, unfettered by any underwear, looked. They bumped and lurched their way down a sand road and soon arrived at the clearing next to the owner's beach-house. "Well, there's home." said Neil, as they looked out over the mud-flats at the 58' catamaran idly roosting, perched on the sand. "She's a tip at the moment- I've got the starboard engine in pieces, but I'll put your present in and close her up. We'll be good to go by this afternoon." Ros gaped at the boat. "Let's get going," she said, and started unzipping the bottoms of her trousers. Neil watched her long bronzed legs emerge from the functional trousers. "You must have seen these before," said Ros as she caught his stare. "What? Long legs like those? No!" Neil laughed. "No, man, my trousers! Let's go! Am I going to be safe on this boat alone with you?" she asked with a giggle. Neil felt his fat cock stirring in his jeans, and took the opportunity to get out of the Landy. He grabbed Ros's bag and the box and slammed the door. As she stepped out of her door and bumped it shut she was donning her jacket. She lifted her arms and Neil caught a glimpse of her flat golden tummy as her shirt rode up. His dick stiffened noticeably. It was going to be difficult working with a woman like this. Neil and Ros walked out over the weed-covered mud-flat, with the rain hissing down around them. The big catamaran looked like a condominium sitting on the mud, and Neil lifted the luggage aboard. He hiked himself up and reached down for Ros's hand. "Put your foot there," he said. "Okay- hup!" he called as he pulled Ros onto the swim-deck. "She's huge!" gasped Ros, looking round. She took off her jacket and dumped it over her bag on a seat. Her t-shirt front was soaked through, and her little pink nipples showed clearly through the rain-soaked material. They had hardened into tight little points, and her skin was full of goose-bumps. "Shees, I'm cold from this rain," she said. Neil opened the big sliding door into the saloon, and stepped inside. "Come inside and get warm. Cuppa coffee?" he asked, trying to hide his sizeable erection behind the box of spares. "I need to get some dry kit on. Kettle's over there," he pointed. Neil sat down on his bunk and pulled his jeans and rugby-jersey off. He thought for a moment. In actual fact, they were supposed to share a cabin- after all, the owner had requested a couple as crew, but Neil had just been abandoned by his long-time girlfriend- so he called back to her: "You can sleep anywhere you like, but you have to share my pit when we have guests. You okay with that? It's a twin cabin, so if you don't snore, you're safe. I drown snorers!" The very suggestion of being close to Ros excited his cock, as though it had a mind of its own. Neil tried to ignore it as it stiffened and grew. He grabbed a towel and dried his dark wavy hair. His thick, semi-erect penis stuck awkwardly down the front of his briefs, and he tucked it below the waistband. He was just about to grab some trousers from the locker when Ros put her head round the door. She had a towel round her breasts that just covered her butt, and Neil could smell her perfume. "Hi. Where's my bunk?" Ros asked him. "Shit- I'm sorry- I thought you were, um, uh..." Her voice trailed off and she blushed furiously. Her nose wasn't quite snub, but it had a sprinkle of freckles, and the skin on her breasts and shoulders was honey-gold, which contrasted with her blue-green eyes. She had seen his erection, and was furiously embarrassed. "Don't worry- you can take the bottom bunk," Neil gestured at the three-quarter bunk. "I'm coming up now." Ros eased her way into the small cabin and put her bag next to Neil. She rooted through her duffel and fished out some shorts and a tank top. "Don't worry- you've got a much bigger chest than me!" she joked as she turned her back. She pulled the shorts up under the towel, and then, with her back turned, shrugged her way into her very tight tank-top. She whipped the towel aside and turned round. Neil just stared. Her hard little nipples were still showing through the tank-top, and she smiled. "It's okay- I've grown up with three brothers- I've seen it all," she said, glancing down and making Neil aware of his throbbing erection. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but I think you're really cute. The agent in Johannesburg told me all about you, but she didn't tell me you were so good looking." Neil had spent two years racing professionally, but having rowed and sailed for his University for five years, he had built on an already impressive physique. Now he had shoulders like a T-bone steak and the torso of a fitness-magazine cover model. It was Ros's turn to stare as he stood up. He pulled on a pair of chino shorts and a black polo shirt, and picked up his wet towel. As he bent over he could feel Ros looking at him. "Screw professionalism," he thought to himself "this girl's gonna mess with my mind." "Listen, Ros- about that coffee- could you bring it into the starboard engine-room. I'd really like some help, and you can keep me company. It's not that bad- I'll be about an hour, then we can chat. I'll make dinner tonight." he said as he ducked out of the cabin. As he wiped the grease off his hands and looked up, Ros was staring at him through the access hatch, holding their empty coffee mugs. "It's stopped raining, and it is so beautiful outside. Let's have some cheese and wine before dinner," she suggested, "and have dinner later when it's dark. I've never seen the archipelago before." "Tell you what," said Neil. "I'll go and grab a couple of bugs (crayfish) from the fishermen for dinner and you go get settled in. Okay?" Ros disappeared down the passage and Neil watched her long legs and butt disappear into the cabin as he absently closed his toolbox. He climbed out of the engine bay and followed her. She was bending over her bag as he stepped into the cabin, and Neil put his hands on her hips to step round her. "Sorry- I need some shoes," he said, reaching into the locker for his slops (beach sandals). Ros stood up and turned round: "I didn't mean to embarrass you earlier, but you're quite cute when you blush!" She started blushing again. "See ya now," he said as he left. The sun was just setting as Neil stood up in the dinghy. The tide had come in while he worked on the engine, and Ros took the line from him and made it fast. He plonked two huge crayfish and a plastic packet of tiger prawns down on the step and climbed out of the boat and up the stairs. He turned to Ros. "Thanks- you look beautiful, by the way!" She'd changed into a thin cotton broderieanglaise frock and her hair was loosely tied up. "I thought I'd look decent for dinner. What do we usually do for guests?" she asked. "Well, you look great- usually I do porno-print t-shirts and baggies- that's my thing, or if I really want to slum it I wear a kikoyi (East African sarong worn like a bath-sheet)." "Okay- do the kikoyi thing tonight. I'll see you now," said Ros. Neil came out into the cockpit. Ros had turned off the lights and now the saloon and cockpit were lit with a constellation of little tea-lights in vases. She had set out some South African wine in a cooler, and the sun had set, bathing the entire bay in amber light. She poured a pair glasses and topped them with ice. Neil stepped out onto the aft deck, bare chested, with a dark ochre kikoyi wrapped round his midriff. Ros took a moment to stare. "Cheers," she said as she placed a glass of wine in his hand. The whole issue of dinner could go on hold now, he thought, his thoughts racing in ever tighter circles round his crew/hostess and her lean body. Normally he would be making precise mental notes about the sky and looking at the barometer on his watch. Now he pretended to scan the sky. Ros walked up behind him and looked out over the bay. "I'm sorry if I've been flirting with you," she said as she looked at the fishing-boats on the beach. You just weren't anything like I imagined- I mean I took this job to get over Sean. He ran off with a waitress from Cape Town, and I have a house, car and two dogs to play mummy to. I didn't want to get involved, so I looked for a skipper who was single. I thought you'd either be gay or have issues, so I played up for you. I had a hard think about it while you were gone and I thought I'd better apologise." "No worries. I think you're very sexy, but I don't know if I should get involved wi-" He came to a sudden stop as Ros put a hand round his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him passionately. Her lips were soft and full, and her tongue darted into his mouth mischievously. He kissed her back forcefully, and Ros softened in his arms. Neil put his hand across her lithe back and hugged her to him. She ground her pelvis into his and he could feel her groin pressing into his heavy, swollen cock. It seemed like forever that they kissed, but it ended as Ros buried her face in his chest and sobbed. "What you crying for?" he asked. "I'm sorry, but you just make me feel so good. You really turned me on this afternoon when I burst in on you, and I saw how turned on you were. I just can't help feeling that we could be good together. I've been wet for you since we walked out over the sandbank, and I wanted you all the time while you fitted that tappet." she blurted out. "I thought I'd seduce you tonight and you've had my hormones going all afternoon. While you were gone I got off just thinking about you and me!" Neil was taken aback by her bluntness, and he leaned back against the bulwark of the cockpit. He pulled Ros close and ran his fingers through her hair as he cuddled her close. "Come over here. I want to talk to you," he said in his quiet voice. She moved closer and they stood side beside each other in silence. He put his arm around her and she cuddled closer and sipped her wine. He put his other arm round her and pulled close to her. He could smell Ros's hair and he locked his hands together on her flat tummy. Neil's engorged cock was pressing up against her butt and she ground against it. One hand lifted his hand onto her breast and Neil felt her nipple like a small pebble. He brushed it with his fingertips. He bent over and kissed her ear. "Aaahh", she breathed. "That's bad magic, that." He could feel goose-bumps rising on her skin, and he ran his tongue down the crease behind her jaw. "Touch me," came Ros's voice, with a tremor. Neil traced his index finger round her areola and slid his other hand over her mound. Through the thin cotton he could feel her bush as a narrow stripe like velvet nap, and he cupped her mound with his large hand. Ros opened her legs slightly and reached round for his cock. "Mmmmh," she murmered as her slim fingers found the shaft of it. "I want to touch you." She turned around and hiked up onto the bulwark of the cockpit. She opened her legs and pulled Neil closer in, her one hand reaching through the folds of his kikoyi for his cock. "Uh-uh, uh-uh," Neil chided her quickly and stepped back. "You saw mine now I wanna see yours!" With that he untied the ties on the shoulders of her white cotton dress and pulled it down to her waist. Her little breasts were firm and tanned, almost boyish, with tiny hard nipples aching to be touched. He bent over and ran his tongue-tip over her other little nipple, which was puckered and pink. Ros's hand reached for his cock again. "Ey!" and Neil smacked it away jokingly. His balls were beginning to tingle and he could feel the pre-cum oozing down the shaft. Neil cupped a breast in his open mouth and sucked on it firmly. Ros squirmed, so he lifted her like a baby and swung the two of them onto the sun-bed on the stern. He knelt down and gently deposited her on the soft white Connolly leather. Neil stood up and removed his kikoyi and Ros pulled her dress up over her head. She re-tied her hair higher, demurely looking aside, then she reclined herself like a Roman statue. Neil admired the feast before him like a pauper. Ros's slim body looked lissome and cat-like as she gestured for him to lie beside her. "Touch me, please," she begged. Neil stroked his hands down her body as he kissed her throat and shoulders. He placed his hand on her mound and felt the familiar heat through the velvety fur. Her hair had been cut clipper-short and his fingers slid easily between her pouting pussy-lips. In the candle-light he watched her face carried away with relief. "Now you c'n touch me," he said as Ros looked into his face. Her hands reached down for his big erection and she gasped. "Fuck- it's huge!" she exclaimed. He squeezed and it flopped up off his leg. The pre-cum oozed out of it and Ros wiped a little with her finger, tasting it like syrup. She rocked over onto her side and cocked her leg up. "Don't stop," she said as Neil probed with two fingers. He explored her folds and creases deep inside and out. Ros tried to close her hand round his cock but her fingers wouldn't meet. She held it like an expensive, fragile toy and pulled the skin back with her other hand. She held it tight at the base and looked at the tracery of thick veins on its surface. It was slightly curved like some sort of meaty tusk, and its head was perfectly heart-shaped. "I don't know if you'll fit inside me," she said as she stroked the crease up the front of the head, harvesting the pre-cum like nectar. His cock flinched involuntarily with each stroke, and she turned her attention to his big balls. They were heavy and very full, and she massaged them with her fingertips, watching them move in her fingers. She turned on him. "My turn now, you tease!" she said, and she kissed him again, gently. The kisses moved down to his nipples, then to his flat stomach, then to his hip-bones and his groin. Ros's hand moved up and down his shaft and her other hand massaged where his balls met his body, milking them and preparing them. "Ros, please-" "I don't like blow-jobs," she said, as she kissed the inside of his thighs, "but I want to taste you," she finished, and sucked the head of his dripping cock clean. "and now I want to ride the magic pony!" She straddled his cock and ground her clit against it. Neil could feel the wetness against his shaft, and he reached up for her nipples. "Stop that- it's just wanton," he joked. He lowered her onto her back and sat up. Ros held his head in her hands as he tried to go down on her. "Please, no. I've never been done this before," she half pleaded. "Sssh," said Neil, and he kissed her hip-bones. He lay between her legs and smelt her musky wetness. He licked her hair and ran his tongue delicately over her folds and lips. He sucked on her inner lips, feeling them with his mouth, and he could taste Ros's juices pouring out of her. As he inserted his tongue, she grabbed his head and pressed it into herself. "Yessss," she managed to say between her teeth as she ground her mound into his mouth. "Fuck me NOW!" Neil stopped licking and kissing, and pushed himself to his knees. His cock, heavy and distended, flopped around on his lap. "Lie down. I want to be on top." said Ros. "How big is that thing, for the record?" "I dunno- about nine inches?" answered Neil "Is it too big?" Ros shook her head and squatted over him, holding her wet lips apart with two fingers. She pulled his foreskin back and steadied Neil's enormous penis in her entrance with the other. Her dripping pussy-lips spread over the big head, and Neil watched as Ros tried to accommodate him. She pushed herself over the head, and felt it go past the first muscles. "I don't want to hurt you," said Neil. "stop there." "No, I want it all!" Ros grunted, and she tried to take more. Neil could feel his cock-head easing her open. She shuddered and with a soft rush, her slim body engulfed most of his length. Ros grimaced as she bent forward. Neil kissed her tenderly as Ros began squirming around on his thick cock. He pushed upwards. "No- that's too deep," Ros whispered. "put your hands round it" Neil locked his rod in his hand and Ros ground her clit against his thumb. Slowly she pushed down until his hand was flat, and ground against the back of his hand. The grinding slowed, and Neil sensed she was about to come. He pulled his hand out and grabbed her tiny butt with two hands, forcing her clit against his base. Neil licked at first one hard nipple then the other. He nibbled them between his teeth and chewed them lightly. As he pulled her little butt hard to him, she started erupting. He could feel her pussy spasming, as if it was choking on his great penis. Neil held Ros close to him as the waves subsided. Away Ch. 01 "Now you've got to cum," she instructed, wiping a loose wisp of hair from her face. As she reached round for his tight scrotum, another wave of orgasm shook her body. "I've never had someone go so deep before," she said. "I- I- unnngh" as the waves shook her. He had touched the magic place she didn't know about, and Ros eased her hips around again to get his cock to bring her off again. This time she was silent, enjoying the feeling as his thick penis pushed her to another orgasm. "You gotta cum now," said Ros, raising her face from his chest as she lifted her dripping pussy up Neil's shaft. His cock was even thicker than it had been, and the veins looked as if Ros could feel them inside her. She started bucking her hips up and down on his shaft, almost letting it fall out of her, then riding it almost down to the base. Neil eased her onto her side and then helped her onto her knees. Her pussy gaped open and their juices coated the inside of her thighs. He pulled his foreskin back and eased his cock into Ros. His cock was swollen and needed release, and his heavy balls were aching to empty. Neil pumped into Ros's body like a steam-hammer. As he pounded, she started to say something and then stopped as another orgasm wracked her. The gulping of her pussy was what he needed. He collapsed forwards over her and pumped his load deep into her body with each thrust. Ros reached back and squeezed his emptying scrotum, wringing it out into her. Ros could feel Neil's hot load emptying inside her, and when it had stopped, she eased her small butt onto the base of Neil's shaft. "Stay in me," she ordered him. His overcharged cock hadn't even begun to soften, and she pushed Neil back onto his knees. She eased his long shaft out of her pussy and poured a torrent of their juices onto his lap and the white Connolly leather of the sun-pad. "I don't want to clean that up just yet," she said. "I'm not finished with you. And you're not empty yet!" She eased Neil onto his back and admired his cock. It was too heavy to stand up, but it was still rock-hard. His balls were still plump, and their sac was still tight. She pulled at his shaft, milking some more cum from the main vein. It twitched as she coaxed it out. "Nine inches, hey? It's so thick I've never even seen one like that before," she said, staring. She started exploring it, examining the veins and the smooth shin of the shaft. His balls were heavy, and she felt underneath them. Neil parted his legs, and she felt the swollen shaft where it ran between his legs. "You've got a monster cock," she laughed, as she rubbed, feeling the swelling right back to his arse. "I wanna watch you cum," she said as she started stroking it. "I wanna see you too," said Neil. Ros's pussy was drenched, and its lips stood out like petals on a flower. He slipped an exploratory finger into her, feeling her wetness. In the palm of his hand he could feel the nub of her clit, and he pressed down on it. She squirmed. "Wait," she said as she lay down beside him. She put her head on his broad chest and kissed him, before turning to look at his big penis. She pulled his foreskin back and rubbed his rubbery cock-head between her fingers. Neil's cock pumped a dribble of pre-cum. He pressed firmly between the folds of her pussy, and she writhed, twisting her long legs together. He rubbed his hand into her in slow circles and reveled in her wetness. Slowly his cock began to tighten and his balls tensed. "Faster, just rub my head," he instructed, gripping her hand. Ros began to squirm. She lifted Neil's hand away from her clit and began rubbing her straight fingers into the wet hair. Ros's other hand moved form Neil's cock to her tiny nipples. Roughly she teased and pulled them, pinching and twisting them as the tension built between her legs. Her movements became jerky, and she slowed as another orgasm ripped through her. A trickle of juice oozed between her pussy's pink lips. Ros paused, panting and gasped. After a moment she turned and kissed Neil hotly on the lips. "Thank you," she sighed. "Please finish yourself off- I wanna watch you cum, she said, pleading in a shaky voice. "Okay- if I can cum on you," said Neil as he coaxed his massive organ to perform. He knelt over her. Rapidly he rubbed his cock up and down, his foreskin slick with juices, and Ros massaged his balls. Suddenly Neil was aware of a finger probing his sphincter. Ros inserted a forefinger, and Neil paused. A groan came from his lips. "I heard this is nice," said Ros, teasing him. She worked her finger into his prostate, and felt Neil's pace quicken. His balls contracted, and Ros sensed the moment was close. As Neil climaxed, she squeezed his fleshy balls with one hand and massaged his prostate with her finger. A gush of thick semen erupted from his shaft, splashing onto Ros's flat little tummy and small breasts. Ros nursed the deluge from his body and balls, and Neil opened his eyes and watched his cock spasm, guiding it as it pumped its curds of sperm over her body. She withdrew both hands and rubbed Neil's juices into her nipples and chest as he came over her lithe body. Panting, she moved up to kiss him on the lips. "Thanks for that," she breathed They lay there for a few minutes, as their breathing slowed. Ros's slim body glowed pink from the exertion, and from within the narrow strip of dark fur on her cunt, a steady dribble of their juices seeped out. At last Neil's spent cock started to slacken, and then Ros said "So what about that dinner?" Away Ch. 02 Neil stood up shakily and climbed over into the cockpit. He was totally spent, and Ros sat up and smiled at him. "Thanks for that." She said, quietly. Nail stared at her slim body and her face framed by her wild hair. She looked beautiful in the candle-light. Around them the African darkness shrouded the boat, while along the shore the fishermen's kerosene lanterns glowed like cigarette-ends. Ros stood up: "I really don't know why I did that..." she said, as her low voice trailed off. "Doesn't matter- I had fun. I hope you didn't mind me being so forward, but I think you're really sexy." said Neil. "I just couldn't resist you. I didn't know what you'd be like as crew, but you're welcome to share my pit as my girlfriend, if you like? I'd like to do that again, sometime." Ros laughed. "I've been sailing since I was a little girl, and no-one's ever been like that to me. Most yachties are slobs who just want a blonde bikini chick with big tits and no brains, but you're different," she said as she sat beside him on the bulwark. Neil walked over to the galley and drew a pot of seawater for the crayfish. "I've been round the world three times and I've had crew come and go, but I dunno- they're just different to you- it's like they're distant. Sailing girls are either trash or dykes. You're different..." Neil said pensively as he put the pot on the range. Ros crossed her long legs and bent down to pick up her discarded dress. She slipped it on and tied the ties. She picked up Neil's kikoyi and walked over to him and wrapped it round him. "I guess, Ja. I came up here to get away from Sean and that stuff... He was my first boyfriend, and he and I had a lot of history. He basically raped me when we were eighteen, and I didn't know that sex was supposed to be fun. I thought I'd get over that stuff, do a few deliveries or something and then settle down. Now all I want to do is stay with you and get close to you. I've never felt like this and it's been a whole ten hours!" Neil nodded and walked into the cockpit. "I need a fag," he said, looking for his half-pack of rough Mozambique-made Palmar 20's. "Smoke?" he offered her the packet. "Yeah- okay." She lit her cigarette from his lighter and they sat watching the steam starting to rise from the water. "What about you?" Ros asked, blowing a choke of smoke at the stars. "What?" "Why'd you end up here? Why no girlfriend- you're a helluva lover." Neil stared at the smoking end of his Palmar, and took a long draw. His voice spoke slowly through the smoke: "I've just left a wonderful girl in East London who disappeared off the face of the earth. Week before we were supposed to come up here, her sister phones me and tells me Jane's left me. We were meant to be the calendar-kids of domestic bliss. I would have proposed to her up here on this trip, and then been locked into a loveless marriage from hell... I guess I'm lucky..." Ros nodded. "Over her yet?" Neil spoke quietly to the floor and then looked at Ros "It's taken me a while alone with my headspace to come right, but at the end of it, I guess I was lucky to be alive without her. Now you've come along to mess with me!" he finished with a broad grin. "Get lost! You've messed with me!" "Okay- we'll be messed up together, then. Come cook with me." said Neil, playfully pulling Ros into the galley. She watched as he prepared a sumptuous seafood feast. Back down south, their dinner would have cost more than a night in a five-star hotel, but Neil was reckless in his cooking. They chatted as he worked, and Ros asked questions about the boat and her owners. The conversation flowed, as if Neil and Ros had known each other for ever. "There's this bloke down by the boats who gets me anything- Seafood, booze, you name it. I saved his ass last season when his boat sank, now he reckons I'm his Comrade. He was one of the commie bosses during the bush war, and now he's a fisherman. Dunno if he shakes people down, but if you want it he can get it! This lot cost me Eighty-thousand Meticals (five dollars), and Joao can always negotiate for me to get fresh fish." "Tell me about Jane." Ros asked, as Neil closed the dishwasher. "Naah. I'll show you a photo downstairs. Let's go to bed. Shower?" asked Neil as they went down the stairs to their cabin. In the shower, they took turns under the rose. Ros soaped Neil's body, and admired his tanned physique. She washed his wide chest and soaped down his crotch. His cock stiffened slightly, and she playfully let it go. "I'm not that sort of girl!" she shrieked, laughing. She jumped out of the spray and Neil washed his wavy dark hair. The foam ran down his torso, and she hugged herself to him. Her body was slim, and her shoulders were lightly peppered with freckles. Her small butt stuck out and curved smoothly into her slim thighs, which parted slightly at the top of her legs. Neil caressed her back, and his lethargic penis stirred against her. "Let's go to bed." suggested Neil. They towelled themselves off and moved through to their cabin. Somewhere deep in the boat the water-maker pulsed into life, filling the water-tanks. Neil, naked, opened their hatch, and swung into bed. Ros eased herself up and snuggled in next to him. Reaching over to the locker, Neil pulled out a yellow tin of photographs and shuffled through them. He fished out a couple, one of which showed a girl of about nineteen in a bikini sitting beside a pool and handed them to Ros. "This is Jane, just after we met." "Tell me about her," Ros asked. "Is this Jane? She looks beautiful." Indeed Jane was beautiful. Ros examined the photo. She had light blue eyes, too, and she was shorter than Ros, with short dirty-blonde hair in a bob. She was also rounder than Ros. Jane had full breasts that showed no signs of sagging in her navy-blue bikini, while her hips were pleasantly rounded. Just below her belly-button, Ros could see a tiny roll of fat, just enough to give Jane's tummy a curve. "Naah- There's nothing to tell," said Neil. "She's just another girl I made a mistake to be close to. She was a great lover, but cooked in the head. She was schizo, I swear." Ros looked at the photos for a long time, and then turned out the light. She could imagine this girl's body naked with Neil's, and she knew what Neil's cock felt like. Her hand absently wandered to her mound. Lying in the darkness, Neil could hear Ros's fingers scratch through the short strip of fur on her mound as she sought to touch herself quietly. He imagined that the thoughts going round her head ran to Jane's lovemaking. "Want me to tell you 'bout Jane?" asked Neil, his cock stiffening at the thought of getting Ros off again. "Mh-Hm" she murmured. "We met at Varsity, one day. I bumped into her through my friend Liz from school, and Jane had come to watch us row. Our Eight thrashed the rest, and we had one helluva party afterwards by the river. Jane came on to me quite strong when Liz brought her by afterwards, and she kept on staring at my cock. What do you do when you're only wearing Lycra and a chick eyes you out? Anyway, we ended up getting hopelessly into each other afterwards, but nothing more happened..." Ros could imagine Neil in his lycra rowing-suit with his thick cock snaking down his thigh as Jane flirted with him. She imagined Neil's embarrassment as his big penis told its own story to the girl. Her image changed to Neil in a navy blazer and chinos after the regatta being seduced by Jane. There was a picture of Neil and his crew with their trophies and girls in summer frocks, and she recognized Jane draped over him. "I asked her to dinner the next weekend during Varsity vac, and we ended up at her flat..." Neil continued. "Want all the gory stories? I'm enjoying putting the saga to bed." "Yes, please." said Ros, enraptured by her private fantasy. She could imagine Neil and Jane at dinner, with Neil flirting shamelessly with her, teasing the wetness in her cunt, and Jane teasing back. The two would arrive on her doorstep slightly drunk and she would kiss him sloppily. "We got back to her flat and she asked me in for coffee to sober up. I got inside with her and she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. She started undressing me. Man, but she was hot for me!" Ros could imagine Jane rubbing herself on Neil's big erection tenting the front of his jeans. Neil's shirt would be off, and Jane would play with his nipples and kiss his broad chest. He had the lean ripped physique of a serious athlete back then, and his body was a machine... Ros's tired cunt was warming up enthusiastically to the story she was building in her head, and she reveled in the sore tightness of her muscles. She imagined Jane's surprise when she pulled Neil's big cock free of his jeans. Would he do her right there like that?