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Caribbean Luck

By: _man_



Part One

Kirk woke as the sunlight shining through the small porthole near his bunk swept accross his face. It was already warm and humid and Kirk knew it was going to be a scorching day. He pulled on his cut-offs and climbed up from his cabin to the deck of his catamaran, surveying the lines, rigging and wind powered generator with a practiced eye. Finding that all was well, he went to the side, dropped the ladder, and executed a passable swan dive into the Caribbean. 

As the cool, clean water cleared the cobwebs from his head, Kirk began to swim slow easy stokes around the hulls of his boat, checking the fiberglass and metal fittings. The 32 foot gleaming white boat had been a dream since his adolesence. Starting to sail when he was just 10 years old, he was an accomplished sailor by the time he started college. He knew that one day he would have his own cruising boat, but he had never thought that it would come to him so young. At 28, he was single and independent. He had started working for a fledgling computer company part-time while in college studying computer science. Once he graduated, he started working full time, helping to develop communications software. It was a great job, working with a creative group of people in San Diego, but it wasn't perfect. The company was lean. There were a few bounced paychecks and nonexistent raises and the landlord would show up each month to make sure she was paid first. The owner and president kept his principle team together, making up for the shoestring payroll by making each employee a part-owner. They released their software just as the Internet was becoming 'the next big thing'. It was an instant sucess. Before long, they moved into nicer offices and started to work on new products and not long after that, the men in suites started to show up with offers from the major software companies. They remained independent until their second product hit the market with a bang and then, in a whirlwind of negotiations and meetings, the company was sold in a cash deal. Kirk's share, including accumulated profits from sales of software, came to almost four million dollars.

Kirk was given a contract to stay with the new organization at a much higher salary and for the next year he worked for the new management team. The spark was gone, however, and he knew it. The new management was interested in getting products to market fast and cheap and Kirk's designs were executed by cadres of programmers in Asia and beamed by satellite each day for Kirk to check.  Realizing that with even moderate interest, his windfall would give him almost $300,000 a year in income, after setting aside a sizable amount for retirement investments, he quit at the end of his contract. It was an amiable parting and he had a casual consulting contract that provided a stipend each month. All in all, not bad for six years work, he thought as he swam back to the ladder.

Kirk climbed up the ladder to the cats' deck and let the morning sun start to dry him. He made a note to replace the line to the Zodiac that he towed and used as a runabout and then started to get the Zodiac ready for his short trip to the pier of the hotel that he was anchored off. After checking the outboard motor and fuel tank, Kirk pulled a T-shirt on and grabbed his knapsack.

The motor started on the first try and Kirk pushed away from the hull of his boar and got behind the controls of the 10 foot rigid inflatable. All it took was one hard twist on the throttle and then a slow coast onto the beach. The hotel's beach staff grabbed the line and helped Kirk pull the Zodiac onto the beach. Kirk went up the stairs to small outdoor cafe and ordered his standard breakfast of a croissant, rich black coffee served French style in a large cup, and freshly cut slices of mango. He grabbed the english-language daily paper, which was published mostly for the tourist-trade, but from time-to-time did feature interesting stories and gave him an idea about how the markets were doing in the States, and started reading. He had a cellular phone and computer, but phone service was spotty and expensive on the island.

"Excuse me, sir, but is that your boat?" The question was asked in heavily accented english, the speaker obviously French. 

Kirk turned around to see a young woman, about 23, with short blond hair and skin tanned the color of honey. Her eyes, bright blue, were squinting against the glare of sunlight off the sea. Her face was thin, but pleasant, with a small mouth and a straight nose which was peeling from a slight burn. Kirk saw that she was looking at the beached Zodiac. 

"Yes, it is," he said. "Can I help you?"

"Can I rent it? I would like to dive near the island for only an hour or so. The other places won't rent a boat for less than a day and I can't afford that."

Kirk was suspicious. He had a tourist visa and was not supposed to engage in any business activity, especially activity that would take money away from the French charter boat business. He had done some casual charter trips in the four months he had been on the island, mostly for American tourists who wanted a sunset cruise around the island or a day trip to some of the nearby islands. He charged less than the going rates and after he figured in the cost of food, drink, fuel and maintenance, he barely made money. It was more a way to spend some time with some fellow Americans on this French administered island, and to sail the boat he was so proud of.

"Well," he responded, "I can't charter it, but I am up for some diving. How about I take you out and we can share expenses."

She thought about it for a moment and then said "Oui, but there is my sister too. Is the boat too small for three and our gear?" Her pernounciation of "oui" as "way" told him she was Parisian.

Kirk nodded towards the catamaran gently swaying 150 feet from shore and said "That's mine too - we can take either one."

Her eyes got big as she saw the large sailboat with its elegent lines. She stuck out her hand and said "I am Giselle and my sister is Caroline. What time can we go?"

Kirk shook her hand, holding it a bit longer than necessary. He looked at his watch, a Rolex he had splurged on when he cashed his stock in. He had errands to run, but it was only 8:00 a.m. and he could be back to the beach my 10:00. 

"My name is Kirk. How about we meet here at 11:00 and we'll go out for about two or three hours."  He told her he would bring water, soft drinks and some snacks. 

She agreed to meet back at the beach at 11:00 a.m. She walked down to the water's edge and took another look at the boat before skipping off towards the guest rooms.

Kirk finished his breakfast and went to the stairs marked "Epicine / Pool". He had an agreement with the hotel that he could use the freshwater shower in the bathrooms next to the pool in return for helping to keep the hotel's computer running. His boat had a shower, but the freshwater tank was small and it was expensive to buy water on an island where the only source of clean freshwater was a large desalinization plant. After a quick shower and shave, Kirk got in his car, a beat up Japanese built jeep, and drove to the capital city of the island. The work day was just starting and the narrow roads were crowded with Puegots and Renaults jockying for the few parking spots. Kirk parked near the main market and made his way to the post office and bank. Quickly conducting business there, he stopped by the small computer store he had invested in. They sold few systems, but a fair amount of software and made most of their money maintaining the computer systems at the various hotels. He spent a few minutes there looking at the inventory and picking up the replacement battery for his laptop computer and then walked back to his car. The next stop was the large French-owned grocery store for provisions. He bought a case of water, a few six packs of soft drinks, beer, two bottles of white wine and some fruit. He bought ice for the cooler on the boat, hoping that he wouldn't be a traffic tie-up on the way back. The next stop was at the bakery, for a baguette and a few excellent small sandwiches. 

The drive back to hotel was uneventful. Passing through the small town near the hotels, he noticed that the numbers of tourists had increased greatly - it was August after all, a time when nearly all of France went on vacation and a lot of them vactioned at French islands. Kirk saw the other American who lived on the island opening their shops and bars. here wasn't a large community of Americans, so they knew each other well. 

He quickly loaded the groceries onto the Zodiac and headed out to the boat. The ice was starting to melt as he packed the cooler.  The small refrigerator in the galley consumed too much power to use unless he really needed it. Living aboard the boat for the five months he owned it had taught him to be tidy and organized, but it still needed to straightened up. He moved around with assurance, knowing when to duck to avoid hitting the low overhead, and when to pick up his feet to clear the hatch. He moved back to the deck to and pulled up a few buckets of seawater to wash the windblown dust off the deck and to cool the surface. At the transom, he pulled up the single fishing line and discovered a small sargent-major fish struggling on the small hook. He slammed it on the deck to stun it and then called Posiden, the kitten he had found in the boat yard when he bought the boat from a broker in Florida. Posiden scampered out of the second cabin and ran over to where the fish gasped on deck, and started to attack it. Kirk made a mental note to wash the area off just before he went to the beach to get the two sisters. Moving forward, he made sure that his scuba tank was fully pressurized with air and then he went below to change and make sure his guests would be comfortable.

He stripped off his shorts and T-shirt and stopped to look in the mirror for a moment. At 5'10", he was not tall but he kept his weight at a trim 170 pounds by swimming every day and running on the beach at least three times a week. His simple diet, exercise and fresh air kept him healthy and the sun kept his skin tanned to a deep copper color and his short hair a burnished golden blond. Good looking in an all-American guy kind of way, he was always popular with girls even as a "computer nerd" in college. He had not had a serious relationship since he left San Diego nearly six months ago. He pulled on his bathing suit and got a clean T-shirt out of the locker then went to the head to brush his teeth. He checked to make sure the bunk in the second cabin was made and that the cat's sand box, tucked away in a corner of the deck, was clean. Posiden was just finished eating when Kirk walked to the back of the boat, so he kicked the remains of the fish over the side and rinsed the scales and scraps off the deck with a bucket of water while Posiden scurried to get out the way. Kirk knew from experience that the young cat would spend a few minutes bathing himself and then find a shady spot on the deck to sleep. 

Kirk jumped into the Zodiac and started to motor to the beach just as Giselle walked up with a younger girl in tow. Kirk guessed that she was Caroline. Whatever the relationship, it did not look like a good one just now. From their body-language and the way they gestured when spoke to each other, they seemed to be fighting about something. Giselle waved at him as he nosed onto the beach and jumped over the bow onto the hot sand. She ran over, her small breasts shaking under her oversize T-shirt. She said that Caroline did not want to go because she preferred to watch music videos in their room, but that their parents had insisted. Kirk asked if the parents wanted to go too and Giselle explained that they had flown to the regional capital late that morning for business and would not be back until late that night or the next morning.

He walked over to where Caroline sat on the large duffle bag which he assumed held their diving gear and stuck out his hand, flashed a big smile and introduced himself. She gave him a prefunctory shake as she stood up and walked closer to the boat, her head bobing to the music playing through headphones half hidden in her brown hair. Grabbing the duffle, Kirk walked back to the Zodiac and pushed the nose around into the light surf. Giselle gave Caroline a little shove towards the boat and they both climbed in. 

Kirk was able to size up the sister who sat in front of him on the boat for the short trip back to the catamaran. Caroline, though younger, was bigger - taller and heavier - then Giselle. Her brown hair and eyes stood in contrast to Giselle's blond hair and blue eyes. 

When they pulled up next to the cat', Kirk held the Zodiac in place while the girls climbed up the ladder onto the deck. Giselle went first and Kirk followed the view of her firm, bikini-clad ass climbing the ladder inches from his face with appreciation. Caroline went next, after glaring at Kirk until he backed away from the ladder - but still glimpsing her bathing suit covered bottom peeking out from under the large and baggy cover-up she wore. Kirk followed with the duffle and quickly tied off the Zodiac. Within a few minutes, he started the catamaran's small engine and prepared to sail. Although the boat could be sailed single handed, it was easier with a crew and Giselle was a willing student. Caroline helped too, grinding away at a winch when Kirk shouted the request so he could be heard over the noise made by the wind, the outboard motor, and the mp3 stereo that Caroline still listened to.

With the sails up, the catamaran made a steady six knots, so Kirk turned the motor off and enjoyed the sound of the wind beating against the sail and rattling the rigging. Kirk took orders for soft drinks and poured some for himself. He showed them around topside and explained that there was a bathroom and he would explain how to use it if necessary but he hoped it would not be. Giselle moved to the front of the catamaran, bringing a towell she took from the duffle. Caroline moved to a seat under the shade of the canopy and took out a French fasion magazine and started to read. Kirk was wondering if this was a good idea after all. His conversational French was limited and Caroline's english skills were unknown and, anyway, she looked like she would rather be anywhere but on a boat.

Kirk heard Giselle asking for help up front, so he made sure the self-steering gear was working and went forward, grabbing a few cans of Coke on the way. Giselle was reclining against the steeply raked front of the main cabin, between the two large plexiglass windows, struggling to get the towel to stop whiping in the wind. Kirk showed her how to wedge the edges under the window sills and hatchs.  Able to finally relax Giselle then pulled off her large T-shirt and, seemingly without a thought, reached around to untie her bikini top. Kirk was used to seeing women on the beach, from teen-agers to grandmothers, topless, but the sight of a women actually taking off her top in front of him was still exciting. It wasn't being nude, he thought, it was getting nude.

Giselle acted like nothing happened. She sipped her drink and then applied tanning oil to her arms and to her breasts, which were small and cone shaped and topped by small aureoles and nipples, tanned-brown by the sun. The oil had the effect of darkening her skin from honey to cinnamon color and the cool sea air made her nipples stiffen. She had no tan lines, so Kirk assumed she had been tanning topless for a while. Kirk was kneeling next to Giselle, afraid to stand because he was sure that she would see the excitment he was feeling. Just then, he heard Caroline. She was leaning over the the top of the cabin and started to speak in rapid-fire French, her voice rising in volume and pitch. Apparently finished, she turned on her heel and went back to her seat to read. 

"She does not approve that I am nude...is that right?" Giselle said.

"Well, you are not nude - we say topless. But many of the French do it." Kirk answered.

"Naturally, but Caroline is not like that. She does not show her body and she is - how do you say - shy - around boys."

She swept her hair back away from her face and Kirk noticed that she did not shave under her arms. The hair there was fine and blond. Glancing down, he noticed that like many european women, she did not shave her legs above the the knee. Unlike many of his friends back in San Diego, he did not find underarm hair offensive and even if he had, it was a fact of life on this island.

The wind suddenly shifted so Kirk made his way back to the cockpit. Caroline glanced at him as he turned of the self-steerer and adjusted the lines and rudder to stay on course. His partial-erection was straining against his bathing suit, but his T-shirt covered him so he was concerned that Caroline might think the wrong thing about him.

Suddenly, she was standing next to him. Almost as tall as he was, the wind blowing against her baggy cover-up forced the material back to reveal a more womanly figure than her sister. She looked like a classic 36-24-36, but with a broad back that indicated that she spent at least some of her time swimming. 

"Show me how to drive this." she said, her accent thick.



Kirk moved back to let Caroline stand between him and wheel. He showed her the compass, and the course he was following to the small island now only a few minutes away. He gave her a brief description of the lines and sheets but could tell she was not following him. She steered, like most novices, constantly going left and right of the mark, never letting the boat settle on course. During one turn, she pointed the bows across a wave, lifting the twin hulls so that they crashed back into the water and threw spray on her sister, who shrieked with unhappy surprise. Caroline seemed pleased with herself and tried it again, this time angling across a larger wave so which rocked the boat hard enough to make her step back to keep her balance. Kirk put his hands out to catch her, but she stepped back too abruptly. His hands closed around her waist as her ass pushed back onto him. He could feel the twin globes spread and give as she pressed back and he knew that Caroline could not avoid feeling his cock.  Caroline turned and moved away but Kirk saw the quick look at his groin and her sly smile. She was teasing him to try to upset her sister, he thought.

Kirk dropped the sail and let the boat drift into the the lee of the small island. Giselle dropped the anchor into the clear, calm water at his command. Kirk quickly grabbed his tanks but then noticed that the two women only had masks, fins and snorkels. He explained that when Giselle had said dive, he assumed that she meant scuba-dive and not snorkling.  

He suggested that they all snorkle at the surface, but he would use the scuba gear to explore areas for them. They agreed and Giselle, with her bikini top back on, jumped into the water. Caroline grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, cut high in front and fairly low in back, with tight straps. As she pulled the T-shirt over her head, Kirk saw her clearly defined muscles on her upper arm and that she too did not shave her armpits. Her underarm hair was thick and dark brown and sticking to her skin with sweat. She turned and Kirk could see the broad muscles of her shoulders and upper-arms. She really is a swimmer, Kirk thought, as he buckled on his weight belt and then grabbed a plastic bag of stale bread.

Caroline jumped in, followed by Kirk. Giselle joined them and they swam on the surface to the edges of the reef. Giselle was comfortable in the water, swimming with smooth strokes and keeping her head down and looking at the reef a mere 15 feet below. Caroline took longer, more powerful strokes, but her head darted around like she was afraid that something would sneak up on her. The water was warm and they could see down to about 40 feet, to the base of the reef. They swam around the sea fans and coral heads, spotting electric blue tropical fish, starfish and once, for a second, the head of a moray eel. Every few minutes they would stop and discuss what they saw.  Kirk decided to give them a story to take home, so as they passed over a school of yellow-tails, he dove down and opened the bag of bread and started to scatter the pieces in the water. First one fish, then another peeled off from the school and took a piece of bread. Giselle stopped swimming and floated to the surface to watch the spectacle and Caroline followed her. Now, must of the school of fish, about 40 in all, surrounded Kirk and rushed in to take pieces of bread. He adjusted his bouyency vest so that he slowly rose and the fish followed him.  Giselle swam down to meet him and eagerly took a piece of bread. As the fish fed, he could see her eyes light up and then heard her shriek with glee, forcing a burst of bubbles out, as one of the fish nipped her finger. He swam to the surface and tried to entice Caroline to swim down and feed the fish also, but she would not move.


Caribbean Luck



The bread was soon finished and they began to swim back towards the boat. Kirk saw an octopus and tried to point it out to the girls, but they couldn't see it. On the surface, he showed Giselle and Caroline how to buddy-breath and clear the pressure and then grabbed Giselle's hand and swam down, slowly. He stopped at 10 feet to let Giselle adjust to the pressure and then he took his mouthpiece out and passed it to her. She blew into the regulator to clear it and then took two deep breaths before passing it back to Kirk. They swam down to 30 feet, where the octopus was clutching a rock. Giselle swam free for nearly a minute, and then headed up on her own with Kirk following. Kirk then took Caroline down. At the bottom, she took several breaths and swam around, coming back to Kirk again and again for more air. Finally, she swam back quickly, took some breaths from Kirk's scuba tank and motioned for him to follow her. She swam ahead and Kirk could see, though the fins cutting the water just inches from his mask, her strong legs and, up higher, the bathing suit conforming to every curve of her body. With each stroke of her legs, her ass cheeks clenched tight and released and between her legs, he could see the furrow as the wet bathing suit parted the lips of her vagina. She stopped and pointed out to him two more octopus, clenched and seemingly fighting, their skins changing colors from tan to red and back again. She pointed to the surface he followed her up.

"Were they fighting?" she exclaimed.

Kirk smiled and then answered, "No, they were reproducing."

After nearly an hour of swimming, the headed back to the boat. Kirk broke out food and drink, including a bottle of wine. Accompanied by the sound of the water gently slapping the hulls, and comforted by the cooling breeze and hot sun, they relaxed in the shade of the canopy and ate and talked about the different fish and coral they had seen. They were especially curious about what it was like to live on the boat and Kirk told them the both the good and bad. Kirk pulled the shower head up through the hatch over the bathroom and allowed the sisters to quickly rinse off the salt water and he took a brief rinse too. They agreed that they would rest for a little while, then take another swim and return to the beach. The two girls went forward to lay on the 'trampoline', the netting that connected the bows of the two hulls, and get some sun. Kirk watched as Giselle quickly stripped off her top and lay back, while Caroline simply adjusted the hems of her bathing suite to match the tan lines she already had. He grabbed a book and lay on a cushion in the cockpit. The exercise, heat and wine soon had their effect and within minutes, he was asleep. 

He dreamed of faceless women swimming nude around him and when he reached out to touch them, they would disappear. Finally he was able to catch one, who immediately began to stroke his cock through his bathing suit. She was reaching to pull the suit off when Kirk woke with a start. Giselle was kneeling next to him, looking him in the eyes as she gently, almost languidly, stroked the bulge in his swim suit. He started to sit up, but Giselle put her free hand on his shoulder and forced him back. She reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock so that it was pointing straight up and the head was poking out of his suit. She rubbed the ball of her thumb over the underside of the tip until a small drop of pre-cum appeared and then she spread that around with her thumb. Kirk started to speak, but Giselle put a finger to her lips, indicating silence and nodding over her shoulder toward the front of the boat where Caroline was. She leaned over and blew her warm, moist breath on his cock, and then sucked the head of his penis into her mouth. Kirk lay back, foggy with sleep and wine, knowing that he was no longer dreaming ...wondering if it had been a dream.



Giselle pulled his shorts down, freeing his cock and balls. She dragged her wet tongue down the underside of the shaft and gently licked his balls and then moved her head back up to suck his penis deep into her mouth. Her mouth was full of saliva and the suction and action of her tongue was intensly pleasurable. He started to stroke her bare back with his hand and then slid it down to stroke her bottom. Giselle reached back and grabbed his hand, holding on to the first two fingers. She guided his hand down to the crotch of her suit and guided his finger under the leg opening.  His fingers encountered hot, wet skin and then she pushed down, so that both fingers sank into her cunt. He heard and felt her give a little grunt and his fingers slipped in to their full length. She moved her hand down to hold his wrist and then started to pump her hips. The sensations were almost overwhelming; his cock felt like it was surrounded by a warm, wet gel and his fingers felt the slick heat of pussy hunching up and down. He pressed his fingers down and was answered by a low moan and increased suction. The hand stroking his balls slipped back and teased the sensative place behind his balls and then, grabbing his saliva covered cock in a firm grip, she started to stroke the length of him, except for the head, which she continued to suck.  This was more than Kirk could take; arching his back, he started to spray cum deep into Giselle's mouth.  Giselle pushed her cunt down hard on his fingers and held it. He could feel the tension in her muscles mount until it felt like the walls of her cunt were vibrating and then she gave a deep moan and he felt the waves of her orgasm roll down his fingers.

Giselle gently sucked the last drops of cum from his penis and then pulled his shorts back up and slowly pulled his hand away from her pussy. She looked him in the eyes and gave him an enigmatic smile as she licked a drop of semen which formed at the corner of her lips. She motioned with her finger again, whispering a "shhhh" and turned and went forward, stopping to grab the seawater bucket. Kirk knew what was next and not wanting any part of it, he stood and grabbed his mask and fins and went to the side. He looked forward just in time to see Giselle dump the cool seawater on her still-sleeping sister, and shrieking with laughter, jump over the side. Kirk went over the side too and floated for a moment while he got the fins on and the mask adjusted. Giselle was holding on to the ladder and Kirk submerged and swam towards her. As he got closer, he could see her holding the crotch of her bikini bottoms off to one side, and then he saw a faint jet of fluid. He realized that she was peeing in the warm seawater and was fascinated to see the faintly yellow stream of urine dilute in the water and be carried off by the current. As he swam closer, he also saw a thicker fluid leak from the lips of her vagina and hang in the current before diluting away. Realizing this was a private moment, he swam back to where he had jumped in before coming up for air.



Caroline, the front of her suit wet and clinging to her softly rounded belly, yelled at her sister and then jumped into the water next to her. Grabbing her sister by her shoulders, she quickly dunked her and then swam off, using long, powerful strokes. Giselle climbed back on the boat to retrieve her bikini top and grab their snorkling gear. After a little more splashing and playing, the three swam off for another tour of the reef and the edges of the small island's one sandy beach. The area was teeming with fish and Kirk was tempted to break out the spear gun to collect his dinner, but decided that the girls may not like it.

He didn't notice the cloud line until just a few minutes before the squall hit. In this part of the Caribbean, it usually clouded and rained for a short time each day in the early afternoon, but this was no fluffy rain cloud. This line of clouds were dark gray and fast moving, and he could see flashes inside which indicated lightning. He knew he could not beat this squall back to port, but they were in the lee of the island, which would lessen the storm's effects. He ordered everyone back onto the boat. Once on-board himself, he made sure the main anchor line was secure and then grabbed the second anchor and dove back into the water which was now getting choppy. Finding a suitable outcropping of rock, Kirk placed the anchor so it would hold, but still be retrievable, and then swam back to the boat. The radio was full of reports of hard rain and high winds.

Giselle and Caroline sat wrapped in towels in the main cockpit, looking a little nervous. Kirk reassured them that he had faced bigger storms at sea and this storm would not be severe since they were partially protected by the island.  Just as he said that, the rain started to pour down. Posiden, the kitten, streaked out of the fold in the sail he had been sleeping in and skidded across the deck into the hatchway to the main cabin. Kirk stepped from under the canopy to let the cool rainwater wash the salt from his skin and he was soon joined by Giselle, who stripped off her top again. Caroline, looking nervous, stepped briefly into the rain and Kirk noticed her nipples, larger than her sisters, strain against the material of her bathing suit.  After towelling off, Kirk poured some more wine and turned on the small stereo, filling the cockpit with music. The chop of the waves was making the boat both pitch and roll and the motion soon took a toll on Caroline, who paled noticeably. Kirk suggested that she lay down in the main cabin and he folded away the table and opened the bunk there. After a few moments, Caroline told them that she felt a little better, and after a few more minutes, fell asleep. Giselle looked in on her sister and then pulled the hatch halfway shut. 

"She is my sister and I love her," she said "but sometimes I wish she would go away."

Kirk didn't respond to that, having something else on his mind. "Are we going to talk about what happend after lunch?" he asked.

Giselle smiled and said "You Americans like to talk about things alot. The sun and sand and water makes me feel sensous, no? I could tell, even in sleep, that you felt the same way. So I did what I did."

"Will it happen again?" Kirk asked in anticipation.

Giselle looked at him like she might regard a cute puppy and said "Maybe, maybe not. Caroline like you, I think. I like you too. We will see."

"I'm too old for her," Kirk replied.

"Oh, that is too American. Our father is much older than our mother and my first lover was 15 years older than me. Besides, she is a virgin and an experienced man is good for the first time."



"You don't know if I am experienced or not; I didn't have to do much," Kirk added.

Giselle gave a little laugh and agreed, and then looked into the cabin again to check on her sister. Seeing that she was still asleep, she pushed he bikini bottoms down her legs and stepped nude into the rain and started to use the edge of her hand to squeege the salt residue off her body.

Kirk looked at her body with a deep desire. He tan was complete, so he knew that she spent some time at the one beach on the island where full nudity was permitted. Her pubic hair was thick but neatly trimmed, light brown in contrast to the thin blond hairs on her upper legs. As she turned, he saw that her ass was tight and compact. He stepped into the rain with her, his erection showing fully under his swim suit. Giselle backed up from him and then reached down and started to run her hand up and down in her her pubic hair until is was wet and clinging to her skin. Kirk could clearly see the outer lips of her pussy and he watched as she moved her legs further apart and ran her finger tip between the pouting lips to slightly part them. She stepped further apart again and moved her hips down and forward. Kirk got the message. 

He stepped to her and then kneeled , his nose just inches from the wet pubic hair. He saw the faint outline of her hooded clitoris as it started to swell and rise between the outer lips and he leaned forward to kiss the very top of her vulva. She pressed her hips harder into his face and he reached up with his hands to part her vaginal lips so he could slide his tongue over the bud of her clit and then down to tender inner lips, which were wet with rain and Giselle's natural lubrication. She tasted, at first, just like salt water. Soon her own natural taste, musk and fruit, overwhelmed the salt water taste as Kirk continued to lick and suck on her tender cunt. He pushed a single, slim finger into her and started a slow fucking motion while his other hand started to knead the skin of her ass and trace the flow of rainwater down her spine to the crease between the cheeks of her ass and to the tiny puckered ring of her asshole. Giselle grabbed Kirk's head and pressed him hard into her and then pulled him up till he was standing. Kirk grabbed Giselle's hand and led her to the hatch which lead down into the port hull, where he slept. Giselle pushed Kirk down onto the neatly made bunk and stripped off his bathing suite in one motion. Grabbing his cock, hard but cold from the rain, she sucked it into her warm, wet mouth creating a sensation that nearly caused Kirk to cum.  She slide her mouth up and down the length of his cock several times, until it was warmed and shiny with saliva.  She stood and then straddled Kirk, placing his cock into the slick entrance to her pussy and sinking down on it until it was buried deep in her and her pubic mound was pressing against his. She started to rock against him, looking down on him with her mouth slightly open, breathing deeply. Kirk started to respond by moving his hips to get more friction but Giselle stopped him. She was in charge of this event, he thought. He moved his hand up to stroke her breasts, starting to pinch her taut nipples and working out to the sensative sides. His fingers trailed up to her underarms and thin wisps of hair there, starting to drip with sweat.



He trailed his other hand up her thigh and then around her hip to her bottom. He gently rested his hand on the taut cheek, feeling the muscles contract and relax as she moved up and down on his cock. Moving his hand back, he trailed the tips of his fingers in the furrow of her ass, feeling the smooth tight skin, then the puckered anus and finally, the warm and wet bottom of her pussy as she moved up on his cock and paused for a moment before pushing down, hard. On the next stroke, he pressed his fingers in so that he felt her flesh give and touched, for a moment, the underside of his cock before it was engulfed again. As he did this, Giselle paused again, so on the next stroke he pressed harder, actually feeling his finger tip push into her ass. Giselle issued a low moan, excited by the sensation of having her tender anus brushed by Kirk's finger tips. She hunched lower and Kirk moved his hand from her breast to between her legs, pushing his hand between them so that her clitoris had more direct contact and his fingers could feel the loose, wet skin at the top of her slit. Now she stretched, holding Kirk in a powerful grip while her hips pumped up and down. Kirk's other hand gripped her ass and he moved his finger up the down the shallow furrow, brushing from cunt, to asshole, to the base of her spine and back. Giselle now seemed frantic and her rhythm fell off as she moved her hips around trying to find that one sensation which would drive her over. She started to make little grunting sounds deep in her throat and began to piston her cunt up and down with fast, shallow strokes as spasms started to move through her legs and arms. She pushed down hard on Kirk's cock and then stopped moving as waves of pleasure radiated out from her center. She moaned softly in Kirk's ear and then was silent except for her deep breathing. Kirk's cock was still hard and pulsing in her pussy and she must have realized that he had not yet cum, so she rose up again, bracing herself on her outstreched arms as she set a rhythm of deep long strokes. 



Kirk arched his back, pushing the head of his cock into the velvety folds of her cunt. He tried to kiss Giselle, but she moved away and shook her head and started to move faster. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open and Kirk wondered if she was going to cum again.  He moved slightly so that the head of his cock was sliding deep into her cunt, the sensative underside in constant contact with the moist walls of her vagina. The pressure built up inside of him and he started to move his hips, trying to match her rhythm. Soon he was focused on that spot of intense pleasure and mounting pressure in his balls. He felt his cock start to pulse and the pleasure peaked and he bit his tongue to keep from making too much noise. Just as he felt the first jet of semem race from his balls, Giselle reached down between and pulled his cock out, grabbing it tightly in her hand and stroking him. The feel of the cool air and the tight grip of her hand stroking the head of cock electrified him and he shot stream after stream of cum up on to her belly and into her hand, where she used the warm liquid as lubricant to further increase his pleasure. Kirks head whipped back and forth on the bunk as intense feelings spread from his cock to his head. As the jets of sperm decreased in intensity, so did the action of her hand, until finally, she gently stroked his wet, softening cock. She bent forward and kissed him lightly on the lips and then stood and pulled her bikini bottoms on. She poked her head out of the hatch, and satisfied that Caroline was still in the main cabin, went into the cockpit.

Kirk slowly stood, feeling lightheaded with the powerful intensity of his orgasm. He pulled on his bathing suit, feeling a shock as the cold damp material touched his cock, and then joined Giselle rinsing in the rain.

Part Two



When the squall passed, Kirk retrieved the anchors and set a short sail in the still gusty winds for the trip back for the island. Caroline, refreshed from her nap and no longer seasick, joined Giselle on the trampoline as Kirk steered. Giselle had virtually ignored him since leaving his cabin and Kirk didn't know how to react to a women who so clearly knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. He had his share of brief encounters, but didn't recall being so business like about it. "Well, I know how some women feel," he thought as took a sighting on the beach-front restaurant and trimmed the sail slightly. After setting the anchor, he bundled the sisters into the Zodiac and took them to the beach. 

The next morning, as he enjoyed his morning cup of coffee, a distinguised looking man in his mid-60's approached and introduced himself. He was Giselle and Caroline's father, and was very pleased to hear that they had enjoyed themselves a great deal. He had noted, however, that Giselle had not mentioned anything about payment.

Kirk blushed a little, thinking to himself that he had indeed been paid...but not in cash. He couldn't bring himself to ask Giselle for his expenses when he dropped them on the beach the previous afternoon, so he chalked it up to experience and was prepared to forget about it.



The father was tall and thin, wearing a loose shirt and linen trousers, his full head of white hair combed back over his tanned forehead.  He sat, at Kirk's invitation, and ordered a cup of coffee. They talked as they drank the the strong brew, sharing a little about their lives. Monsieur Monart was impressed by Kirk's seeming independence and Kirk was impressed in return by Monsieur Monart's energy and and sucess in business. The girl's father soon came to the point of his visit. He and his wife would be traveling with the regional administrator over the next few days, visiting a number of French islands in the Caribbean, looking for potential sites for a series of small resorts he planned to build. He would be appreciative if he could hire Kirk and his boat for a few days or so to keep the girls occupied and out of trouble.




Caribbean Luck



Kirk saw an opportunity - the small group of resorts would need to be networked and share data - this was the opportunity he was seeking. He considered the offer and laid his cards on the table - telling the older man that he would like a chance to help with the resort's computing needs. They chatted some more and then shook on the deal. As he left, Monsieur Monart slipped a small envelop into Kirk's hand and told him he would wake the girls and they would come to the restaurant for breakfast shortly.

The envelope contained $150 in American dollars - less than the going rate, but more than his expenses.  Tucking it into his shave kit, Kirk finished his breakfast and went to the pool house for his shower.

Returning to the restaurant, he spied Giselle and Caroline drinking coffee. Caroline had the tousled hair look of someone just awakened, but Giselle looked like she had never gone to sleep. He eyes were puffy and lips swollen. Neither reacted well to Kirks cheery greeting. 

"Well, looks like a rough night for some of us," he said, feeling a twing of something that he couldn't put his finger on...not jealousy...perhaps anxiety. "Where do you want to go? Your father has arranged for me to be available for the next three days."

Caroline seemed to consider the offer, and then mentioned a small island at least four hours, by sail, away. It was uninhabited, a sand covered outcrop of reef, but it provided a good anchorage and excellent snorkling. Kirk agreed that it would be a good trip, but one that had to start early in the morning so they could spend a reasonable amount of time on the island.

"We can leave before lunch and sail back before dark or maybe we could sleep on the boat?" Caroline seemed much different from the sullen teenager of the day before. Perhaps seeing her older sister looking so miserable was cheering her up.

Giselle shrugged her shoulders and said she wanted to sleep. Caroline won out. Kirk made a quick mental list of supplies and told Caroline what the plan was. They had 90 minutes to get cleaned up and to pack a change of clothes.

Kirk quickly ran his errands, getting fresh fruit and vegtables and packing plenty of ice. Years of living alone had made him a passable chef and even though the galley on his boar was small, he would make sure no one starved. Several bottles of wine and two six packs of the Dutch beer which was ubiquitous on the island rounded out the groceries. He would need to stop at a dock to top of his fuel and water tanks too. He suspected that the girls would want fresh water showers in the morning.

The sisters were waiting for him, with small bags in addition to the duffle with their diving gear. Caroline looked freshly scrubbed and Giselle still looked miserable. As soon as they got on board, Giselle headed down into the main cabin, pulled the shades down and went to sleep. Caroline helped him put supplies away and, listening to instructions carefully, helped him get the main sail up. Kirk struck out up the windward coast of the island, heading for a dock that served the cluster of hotels on the islands sole nude beach. After nearly an hour of tacking later, he dropped the sail and motored up to the dock. The sound of the engines woke Giselle, who seemed somewhat refreshed by the nap and left the dock in search of a cup of coffee. Kirk supervised as the fuel tank was topped off with diesel and both water tanks filled to the spout with fresh water. Caroline grabbed her book and started to read - ignoring the people, most of them nude, walking on the sand at the head of the dock.

A few minutes later, Giselle appeared with another couple in tow, deeply tanned and wearing shorts and T-shirts. She introduced them as Nicole and Jean, friends from France. Jean was carrying a duffle stuffed with towels and Nicole was holding a knapsack. Nicole looked to be no more than 20, a slight girl with longish blond hair, tangled by the wind. Jean, perhaps 22, was also slender. His brown hair was tied in a ponytail. Both were tanned dark brown. They boarded the boat without asking and immeadiately made themselves comfortable in the shaded cockpit. Giselle gave Kirk and Caroline coffee that she had brought back from the beach cafe and then motioned to Kirk.



"My friends would like to go too." It came out as much a command as a request.

"I'm not sure we have enough food or space - but if you don't mind being cramped, it's o.k. with me. What do you think Caroline?"

Caroline was already chatting in French with the new arrivals - she gave a little shrug of her shoulders and continued to talk to Nicole.

Giselle said "They were friends from school."

"You just ran into them?" Kirk asked. 

"No, I was with them last night and told them about sailing on this boat. I didn't know that you were going to stop here. They are at a small hotel here and I think they would like to get away." She pointed to a run-down hotel, set well back from the beach. It didn't appear to be air conditioned and Kirk knew that could be miserable.

"OK, let's have them go with us. I will get some more water and perhaps you can get some food for lunch, so the food I have on board will last longer."



Giselle collected Jean and went off to find food while Kirk purchased a 20 litre container of water and stowed it in the tiny shower. He could see them going through water quickly and he didn't want to run out. With Giselle and Jean back on board, Kirk started the engines, took a GPS reading and set out. 

Giselle asked Kirk to run parallel to the nude beach on the way out so he steered a course close to the beach and raised the sails.  Looking out over the clean white sand, he saw the deeply tanned bodies of the naturists and pink and red skinned new arrivals. At the edges of the beach, he saw a fully clothed tourist with a video camera taping the scene.  Giselle, Jean and Nicole spotted some friends on the beach and shouted greetings. Caroline had her head buried in a book, ignoring the tableau of nude men and women just a hundred feet from her and Giselle started to tease her, shouting "Oh, look, he has a big one, look Caroline." Caroline blushed but kept her head down.

It soon became apparent that Jean and Nicole did not speak english, so conversation was limited to Kirk's limited french and gestures. They were friendly enough and Jean helped set the sails, putting his back into the winch and holding the lines. Once on course, Kirk set the steering gear and then showed them around the boat. There were bunks for everyone if Kirk broke out some more sheets, but Giselle said that she and Jean and Nicole would sleep in the main cabin's bunks, while Caroline took the bunk in the starboard hull, where the galley was. Kirk would keep his bunk in the port hull, with the electronics and head.

Giselle, Jean and Nicole went forward to the trampoline and lay in the sun. Caroline started to go with them, and then returned abruptly. Kirk leaned over the cockpit cowling and saw that the three of them had stripped off their clothes and were, apparently, going to sunbathe in the nude.

Caroline spread a towel out in the sun behind the cockpit, applied suntan oil to her shoulders and legs and stretched out on her back. She had a book out, and her mp3 player, but seemed restless. Kirk asked if something was bothering her. Caroline made a motion with her chin toward the front of the boat and said "I want to be with my friends, but they make it difficult to be comfortable."

"Does nudity make you uncomfortable?" Kirk asked.

"Maybe...it is not their being nude, it is the sex, all the time. Like there is nothing else in the world, no school, no work, no book!" Caroline had colored with emotion as she glared toward the front of the boat.

Kirk was a little suprised by what Caroline had said. She was French, where, it seemed, topless sunbathing and nude beaches elicited no more comment than price of a baguette.

"Sunbathing nude is not sex, Caroline. Especially here, with all the europeans."



Caroline was unimpressed. She picked up her book and said "You'll see".

In a few minutes, she was sleeping, warmed by the sun and rocked by the boat cutting across the waves. With the breeze steady at his back, Kirk had only to make minor adjustments to stay on course. He sipped a soft drink and relaxed, keeping the boat on the proper heading. His GPS told him that they were still 20 miles from the island - so they had at least three more hours to go. He turned the radar on for a moment and confirmed what his eyes told him - that there were no other boats in the vicinity. He had sailed to the island once before, with some friends from the States and tried to remember the best place to anchor for the over night stay when he heard the giggling from the front of the boat.

He ignored it and turned on stereo, softly playing some classical music. When the first track ended he heard the sounds again, giggling and then a soft moan. Kirk glanced back at Caroline, who slept on her back a few feet from him. He quietly opened the hatch to the main cabin which was directly in front of the wheel and which provided a view of the trampoline area. 

Jean lay on his back, between the two women. Nicole was laying on her stomach, her head even with Jean's hip and her hand stroking Jean's cock. Giselle lay on side, kissing Jean. As Kirk watched, she reached for her bag and brought out a bottle of suntan oil. She poured some in her hand and reached down to spread the oil on Jean's balls, and up onto his cock. Nicole took her hand away, leaned over Jean and started to lick the head of his cock. Giselle rose to her knees and turned to face Jean, who promptly pushed his hand between Giselle's legs. Kirk felt a faint stab of jealousy as he watched the woman who had, a day earlier, woke him up with a blow job, rise on her knees enough to allow Jean to press two fingers into her wet pussy. Giselle kept a steady rhythm and then paused to pour oil directly onto Jean's cock and balls. Nicole was now sucking the tip of his cock. She reached out with her hand to stroke Giselle's leg and then reached up to pinch her nipples. Giselle took her free hand and slid her long middle finger into her mouth, sucking it and then pushed it into Jean's mouth. She trailed it down his chest and stomach and then pushed it into Nicole's mouth, alongside Jean's cockhead. She pulled it out and Kirk watched as she slid her hand down so that it disappeared from sight between Jean's legs. Jean slightly raised and parted his legs and then arched his back. Although Kirk could not see it, he new that Giselle had slid her finger in Jean's ass.

She continued to stroke his cock and Jean matched the pace with the fingers he was moving in and out of her cunt.  Kirk could see the sunlight glinting off of the slickness which covered Jean's fingers and saw the way Jean pressed his thumb onto Giselle's clit. Jean suddenly arched his back and Kirk heard him groan. Nicole had taken his entire cock into her mouth and her cheeks hollowed with the force of her sucking.  When Jean relaxed back onto the netting of the trampoline, Giselle pulled Nicole up and kissed her, a full open mouth kiss that broke long enough for them to show Jean their cum-coated tongues.

Giselle leaned over and took Jean's still stiff cock into her mouth, sucking hard while massaging his balls. Nicole swung her leg over so that she straddled Jean and then leaned back to allow Giselle to place the slick head of Jean's cock against the lips of her pussy. Kirk watched as she pushed down and the cockhead, still held by Giselle, pushed the swollen pussy lips apart and slid into the coral colored cunt. As soon as Giselle let go, Nicole started to piston her hips up and down.  Giselle leaned to kiss Nicole's breasts and then swung her leg over so that she straddled Jean's head. She pushed her cunt down to Jean's face and he responded by moving his hand up to part her pussy lips and then started to tongue her clit. As she leaned further over, Kirk saw the cheeks of her ass part and her tight pink asshole come into view.  Jean slipped a finger into Giselles cunt and stroked for a moment. He pulled it out and pressed it gently into the center of her anus and Giselle moved back on it, pressing the tight ring onto his finger. Jean moved it slowly in and out while he continued to lick her clit and the opening to her cunt. 

Nicole was now leaning forward, still pumping her hips, her eyes closed and her mouth open and slack, her arms wrapped around Giselle, who had her head buried in Nicole's neck. Giselle, her back to Kirk's vantage point, was wet from her clit back to her asshole from Jean's tongue and the sweat running down her spine. Jean was still finger fucking her ass, long strokes from the tip of his finger down to the base. As Kirk watched, Giselle mashed her cunt into Jean's face and he could see spasms course through her body. She reached down and pressed her hand between Nicole's legs and started rubbing the top of her pussy as Nicole's orgasm started. 

Kirk heard movement behind him and turned, embarrased, to see if Caroline was watching him. He was relieved to see that Caroline's book had slipped from her chest to the deck and Caroline just appeared to be waking up. At the same time, the clear and unmistakable sound of pleasure came from the front of the boat as Nicole came. Caroline heard it too; she made a face and then rolled over onto her stomach. She looked as Kirk and then said, simply, "I told you".

It took Kirk several minutes to recover from what he had seen. He was no prude - he had seen plenty of pornographic movies in his time - but he had never seen other people fucking in front of him. He knew that they would not have been able to see him through the heavily smoked plexiglass windows, but he was still amazed at the way they seemed to not care about the other people on the boat. Kirk looked again and saw that they all appeared to be asleep or deeply relaxed.

Caroline broke his reverie by asking him to put suntan oil on her back. Kirk kneeled beside her and gently rubbed the oil into her shoulders and down her back, then applied a second coat, this time massaging the oil into her skin. Caroline's eyes were closed and she had a just a hint of smile at the corner of her mouth. Kirk felt an erection start, a reaction more to what he had just seen and the warmth of Caroline's skin against his finger tips than any attraction to the young French girl laying next to him. He quickly got up and went back to steering the boat.