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The Mystic Adventure

By: smugmug



The alarm clock went off at 4:30 am sharp, dragging me back to consciousness from a sleep that I thought, last night, would never come. Things are usually better in the morning right? Let's see. Nope, this still sucks. I set the alarm last night because, well, what else am I going to do? I reserved the boat, bought the plane tickets, stopped the mail, all that stuff. Maybe a week in a tropical paradise will help me to forget her but, at this point, it's not looking good. 

I got up, showered, dressed, and had a light breakfast - all in haze. I loaded the car and headed to the airport, analyzing the situation as best I could. OK, honestly, I knew this was coming. We had been drifting apart for a while now. She was hell bent on the race up the corporate ladder and I was trying to get away from all that. I was trying to simplify and she was trying to do everything, and have everything. At first, it was exciting to see her put so much of herself into it and to see her succeed. But little by little, she began to be consumed by it. Everything else took second place to "The Plan", as she called it. 

The Plan called for her to make her way to the top of the firm in three years and then take over the division in New York City. We'd "get" to move to the city and get out of this "boring" little bedroom community on the lake. "Gee honey, that sounds great." I booked this trip to see if I could show her the beauty of simplicity and the magic of clean ocean air. I figured that once she was on that boat, disconnected from her Blackberry, unable to check email, she would relax and loosen up a little. I was also hoping she would unwind a little too. Get a little crazy. The sex we had was good but it just wasn't - oh hell, the sex really wasn't that good. It should have been. She was stunningly attractive. She turned me on visually but in bed, she had no, I don't know, adventure. No recklessness. I'm not looking for a slut (well not too much) but I want someone who is into it. Not someone who is thinking about what they are going to do when it's over. 

Holy shit! I just about missed the exit for the airport! I must have been on autopilot the whole way, reflecting on the relationship and how we had gotten to where we were. Having re-analyzed the entire picture, I suddenly realized that I'm actually lucky to be rid of her. When she called last night to say she wasn't coming and that she wanted to be apart for a while, I was crushed, angry, and hurt. But now, it was like a giant weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I suddenly felt better than I had in probably over a year. I was heading to St. Thomas for a fabulous week of sailing in the Virgin Islands. I'd be alone but hey, it's better than Winter in Hartford right?

I headed to the long-term parking lot to begin the arduous process of boarding my flight to St. Thomas. As I shuffled through the security lines trying to hang on to my license, boarding pass, shoes, and carry-on, I was trying to figure out how I would convince the charter company to let me take the boat by myself. Chartering a bareboat in the Caribbean is ridiculously easy. From my past observation of other charterers, they will let practically anyone take a boat out. Of course, I had plenty of experience from years of sailing everything from tiny racing boats to large, ocean-going yachts so I was confident of my abilities. I just wasn't so sure they would see things the same way. A 43 foot boat is big and, while you can do it, they really aren't designed to be sailed by one person. Hmm, this could take some fast talking...

They finally called the flight and I made my way down the jetway and found seat 18A, a window seat that would provide a great view of the islands when we landed. Of course seat 18B was unoccupied but I don't care about that, remember? Seat 18C was empty so I had the whole row to myself. Please, oh please, don't let some motormouth take that seat. Or some large woman with way too much perfume. Or, please God, not a mom with a baby. I love kids but not on a 5 hour flight.

Person by person, they passed by the empty seat and I started to hope against hope that I'd escape the agony. Oh God, here comes a woman in a muumuu. Please, please, please... She passed by, loudly wondering where row 28 was. Then, I catch a glimpse of blond hair up ahead. An instant later, a flash of blue eyes. Then, I see a face that causes my breath to catch in my throat. All of a sudden, I'm hoping, praying, begging whomever might be up there calling the shots (not that I've ever thought there was) to let her have a boarding pass that says seat 18C. As she gets close, I try not to stare. I casually look around like I'm just taking in the crowd in general, but all the time, I'm stealing tiny glances at her, taking in the details, absorbing her features, learning her from a hundred photos in my mind's eye. 

There are two kinds of beautiful women. The first kind is the model type - stunningly beautiful, perfect hair, perfect skin, what most people would classify as "hot". These women know they are beautiful and they know that every guy is looking at them and wondering if they have a chance. The other kind is the "girl next door" variety. Pretty, but in an "I would actually talk to you" kind of way. This girl, approaching seat 18C with the force of every known or imaginary deity being brought to bear to will her into that seat, was the second kind. Actually, she seemed to be some kind of impossible mix between the two. She had blond hair and crystal blue eyes that seemed unnaturally bright. Her face seemed - "fresh" is the only way I can describe it. She gave off the kind of vibe that seemed to say she was just happy to be alive and off on adventure. And, perhaps more importantly, she seemed to be traveling alone.

As she got to my row, I saw her scan the number above my head, double check here boarding pass and give that little "I found it" look. Yesss! Then, as time slowed to a crawl from her looking at her pass and then shifting her eyes to me, I found myself wondering - is she really the girl next door type who will actually be as nice as she looks or will she turn out to be a stuck up snob. Should I try to start a conversation with her? What would I say? Does she have a boyfriend who's just behind her? Will she suck my dick in the lavatory at 30,000 feet? OK, that last one shouldn't have gotten in there just yet. All right, dream time is over, look at her. I slowly looked directly at her and as our eyes met, she smiled the most sincere, and therefore dazzling and wonderful smile I'd ever seen and said "Hi, I'm Kelly and I think I'm in 18C". 

Yesss!

"Yup, this is row 18. Hey, I'm Brad."

It sounds cliche, but when our eyes met, there was a "spark", or whatever you call it when the connection lasts a fraction of a second longer than it would normally in a casual encounter. I don't know, maybe I imagined the whole "moment" but it sure boosted my mood and, I have to say, boosted the firmness of my cock ever so slightly. This stirring in my groin wasn't slowed when I got a look at her body either. She was wearing a light blue tank top and a pair of khaki shorts that were rolled up to become short-shorts. It was a perfect combination of casualness mixed with a hint of sexiness that is so hard to pull off. It's the kind where you can enjoy the beautiful view but not be embarrassed for her that she's out in public like that. 

She set her purse on the seat and looked up at the overhead bin to find a place to stash her carry-on. As she reached up to put the bag up top, her tank top raised up to expose a perfectly flat, trim stomach. What's more, her shorts gapped away from her just enough to accentuate the view. I quickly looked away so as not to be the creepy seatmate that she was probably dreading sitting next to just as much as I was hoping not to get the muumuu lady. It was all I could do though. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. Did she do that on purpose? Did she spend a second or two extra adjusting her bag in the overhead? I had to will myself to calm down and not let my imagination run away with me. In all likelihood, she was just moving things around up there. She was probably going to visit a boyfriend or something and I was getting all fired up for nothing. 

Whatever, there was one more physical attribute I had to get a look at though so I timed my look back from the window just as she was turning sideways to sit down so I could checkout her ass. Yup, perfect as I suspected. Perfectly round, firm looking, and no visible panty lines. I like thongs...

She popped down on the seat like you do when you have been on your feet dealing with getting through the airport and are finally able to sit down.

"Hi Brad, nice to meet you. How's life treating you today?"

I wasn't expecting that last question. It wasn't the typical "How are you" that nobody really wants to know the answer to. It was like she was actually asking me how my life was going on this particular day and was interested in the answer. 

"Um, hey, nice to me you too Kelly. Well, to be honest, I'm on a bit of a rollercoaster today. It's been down, and then up and well, I'm not really sure where it's going."

"Well, I hope it's going up. Are you kidding, we are on a flight to St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands. The weather will be fantastic, we won't be working - you're going down there for play, not work right? What could be more perfect? I'd say life is treating us pretty good right now."

"That's a good point. I like your perspective on things." Yeah, that's the way I've always looked at things - the bright side. I have to get back to that.

"So Brad, are you on the cruise from St. Thomas? I'm meeting a friend down there. We've been planning to get away for this cruise for ages and we finally did it. I can't wait.

Crap! She's meeting her boyfriend after all. Oh well, that was certainly the likely scenario so I can't say I was surprised. Just a little disappointed. At least she'll be fun to look at and talk to for the 5 hour flight. It could have been muumuu woman.

"Yeah, my girlfriend Kim and I decided we needed to get out of the city and the hustle and bustle and just go for a little alone time. From what I've heard, this cruise is the way to do it. It's kind of a party boat and less of a senior citizen center than other ships."

"Oh, your girlfriend. That sounds great. I'm sure you two will love it. It's good to get away from the 'real world' and reconnect with each other." Hmm, so it's not a boyfriend but a girlfriend. How is it that my cock can go from totally let down to contemplating a kinky fantasy faster than my brain can? Hold it there buster, she's still getting on a ship when she gets there and you'll never see her again. Nothing has changed. Just enjoy the ride and try not to load yourself up.

I don't think I conveyed any of those thoughts in my head with my response but she paused for a second like I'd said something that confused her.

"Oh, I don't mean my girlfriend-girlfriend" she laughed as she air-quoted "girlfriend-girlfriend". "Nah, she's just my best friend since grade school. Of course, if I was going to have a 'girlfriend-girlfriend', she would be the one. She's so funny and has the most beautiful... Oops! That's probably too much information. Sorry! So, are you going to be on the cruise?"

"No, I'm actually renting a sailboat and I'm going to sail around the islands for 10 days. It's called a bareboat charter."

She did a sort of double take. "Really? I've never heard of that. So how many people are on the boat? Do they have a crew that helps you sail it?"

"No, it's just me. Bareboat means that you sail it yourself - no captain or anything. I've been sailing all my life and I've done this before so it's not a big deal. I had a crew member but she backed out at the last minute. Now I have to convince them to let me still take the boat by myself. Otherwise, I'm going down there for nothing."

"Oh man, that's sounds really cool! But wait, your crew - was it your girlfriend? - just decided not to come? What's up with that?"

"I guess she decided that now was the right time to tell me that she didn't want to spend time in a sailboat, away from her email and the amenities of city life. I'm not actually surprised but the timing sure sucks. That's why I said it had been a rollercoaster of a day. I was feeling sorry for myself earlier but when you said hello and just seemed so happy - looking forward to whatever came your way, it put me in a much better mood. So thanks for that."

She reached over and put her hand on my arm. I swear I felt a tiny jolt of electricity race from my arm directly to my dick. "Hey, I'm sorry she did that to you. I can't imagine turning down an adventure like that in favor of more time on my Blackberry but I guess some people just don't think the way we do, do they?"

"Thanks, I guess not."

We continued talking as the rest of the passengers came aboard and got settled in. I asked about the cruise itinerary and the islands she would visit and gave her some recommendations for things to see on each one. She wanted to know more about the bareboat charter and how that worked - how do I know where to go, where do I sleep, all that stuff. I found myself just gazing into her eyes as she talked. I was hearing what she was saying but I was also just drinking her in. She was so comfortable and easy to talk to. She just seemed to enjoy life and look forward to anything that might come her way. Of course, that attitude, coupled with the way she looked and smelled - I think I caught a whiff of some sort of light perfume or soap that was again, in keeping with her "fresh" vibe - was slowly intoxicating me. 

After a while, I came back to reality and realized that we had been sitting there for a long time. The passengers were all seated and nothing was happening. Just then, the Captain came over the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this the Captain. I'm afraid there is going to be a slight delay. There have been severe thunderstorms across the country today and many flights have been redirected to this airport. In order to let those planes land, we will not be able to take off for about an hour or so. Since this is a direct flight to St. Thomas, hopefully, you don't have connecting flights that you would be in danger of missing. We'll try to get you to St. Thomas as quickly as we can."

There were a few groans from the other passengers but when I looked over at Kelly to give her an "Oh well" smile, she looked very concerned. 

"Looks like we might get to St. Thomas a little later than planned huh? You're catching the ship tomorrow right?"

She turned to me with a pained expression. "No, it's leaving today! We didn't want to spend the extra money on a hotel room so we timed our flights to get there by 1:00. The ship leaves at 5:00 so we figured we would have plenty of time."

"No problem. The airport is not far from the cruise docks. Even if you are a few hours late, you'll be able to make it. Don't worry". 

She visibly relaxed a bit. "Yeah, you're right. It's only going to be an hour. I'll text Kim and tell her I'm going to be a little late."

Our conversation continued, like we were old friends catching up on each other's lives after a long time apart. About 45 minutes later, the Captain came on the speaker again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm afraid there's going to be another delay. The weather pattern that affected all the other flights is now affecting our departure. It's hard to tell but it looks like it's going to be at least another hour before we can leave. Our estimated arrival time in St. Thomas is now 3:15 pm. We do apologize for the inconvenience and we'll do everything we can to get you to St. Thomas as quickly as we can."

More groans from the other passengers, a bit louder this time. I looked over at Kelly and saw the worry creep back into her expression. 

"Don't worry Kelly. You'll make it. Besides, if worse comes to worse, and you don't make it there in time, you can catch a flight to, where is the first stop, Cayman?, and get on the ship there. People do it all the time."

"Really? Oh that's a relief." Again, her face shifted back to her "everything's an adventure" expression and her concern was over. I looked down at the empty seat between us and thought of the person who would have been there and how she would have reacted. She would have been demanding to speak with the pilot or the president of the airlines, wanting to know what they were going to do to get her to her destination. Didn't they know that she had a printed itinerary for god's sake? Ugh. 

I looked up to see Kelly looking at me. "Will you have a problem getting your boat if we get there late?"

This time it was my turn for a little double take. Here she is, faced with potentially missing her ship but not so self-centered that she can't still be concerned with how the delay might affect me. It was so refreshing to see someone who doesn't assume the world revolves around them - you know who you are 18B. "No, I'm picking up the boat tomorrow. I booked a hotel room for tonight. These kinds of delays happen enough that I wanted to be on the safe side. Besides, it's fun to hit the nightlife in Charlotte Amolie... Hmm, might not be so fun alone."

"Aww, I'd hit the bars with you. We'd have a great time wouldn't we?"

"Yeah, I think we would." Oh man, this girl is killing me. Does she even know what effect she is having on me? My mind drifts to thoughts of her in a crowed bar with me being pressed up close to her. The dance floor is so packed that people are jammed together barely able to move except for the rhythmic pumping in time with the beat. I'm trying desperately to think of muumuu woman to keep my cock from jabbing her in the stomach as she grinds into me. It's not working though is it? I picture her looking up at me with a sly grin as she grinds a little harder. 

I'm snapped back to reality by the Captain's voice again. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we've been cleared to depart for St. Thomas." The passengers clap and cheer but quickly quiet as the Captain keeps speaking. "But we are going to have to re-route around the weather which will result in a further delay in reaching our destination. We should arrive in St. Thomas at around 4:30 pm." 

More groans from the passengers. 

"I guess I'll be trying to get a flight to Cayman," Kelly says but she doesn't look that happy about it. 

"It'll be easy," I say. 

"The only problem is that I don't know if I have enough money. This trip just about maxed me out. If it's more than about a hundred dollars, I may not be able to afford it."

"Listen," I said as I contemplated if I should really be making this offer. "If it comes to that, I'd be happy to loan you the money. I know how much this trip means to you and I'd hate for a weather delay to ruin it all for you. Let's not worry about things until they happen. Until then, let's just enjoy the flight."

"That's so sweet of you Brad. I'm not sure I could accept your offer but you know you're right. Let's not think of it right now. Let's just have fun on the way down there and see what happens when it happens. I like the way you think."

As the plane taxied away from the terminal, Kelly looked over with a sheepish grin. "Do you think I could switch over to the middle seat? It'd be so much easier to talk and I just love looking out the window."

"Absolutely," I stammered. Yes, I feel you down there buddy. No, she didn't just offer to give you a blow job, she's just sitting a little closer. Relax man. Everyone else has these conversations with their dick right?

She unbuckled, raised the arm of the seat, and slid over next to me. I could smell her much better now and god, did she smell good. I don't know what it was, either some sort of body cream or just some kind of fresh smelling soap but it was absolutely wonderful and sent new waves of sparks to my head and my cock. Muumuu lady, where are you? What did you look like? How much did you weigh? Come on think about that. Just that. 


The Mystic Adventure Ch. 02



The first thing I noticed was the sound - the relative lack of sound actually. The stillness of the morning, at anchor, in a cove miles from any real semblance of civilization, is almost eerie. That kind of silence accentuates what little sound there is and amplifies the effect. It's hard to describe that particular sound; of tiny waves gently lapping the side of the boat; the gentle thump of the dinghy nudging up along side like he's asking if anyone is awake. 

I lay on the cockpit cushions with my eyes closed as my brain slowly powered back up and began to piece together the situation. Normally, I don't sleep very deeply while on a boat - especially at anchor. There are so many things that can go wrong - dragging the anchor, another boat dragging into me, weather that pops up quickly - that I seem to almost sleep with one eye open as they say. 

Right now, it feels like I've been in a coma. I seem to be partially covered by a sheet but I've kicked or twisted most of it off of me. An occasional wisp of warm breeze plays over me and causes the halyards to gently clank against the mast. Other than that, there's nothing. 

So, let's see. I'm on the boat; check. At anchor; check. Weather's fine; check. Kim and Kell; oh fuck. Oh. Fuck. I open my eyes but I don't really see anything except the movie playing in my head. It's not playing straight through but more of a highlight reel, or a flashback montage of the events of last night. It almost seems like it really is a movie - that those things happened to some actor in an impossibly well-directed porno that could never exist in real life. No, it was me. It happened. I rewound a few times; slowed it down in several places. Jump ahead to scene five; back to scene three. The finale. Shit. 

Well, I guess my dick still works since this brain movie has caused a stir under the sheet that is barely covering me. God, I still can't believe what happened and how it felt. That was simply the hottest thing that I have ever experienced. It was a perfect mix of warmth, tease, beauty, playfulness, and out and out, down and dirty smut that I just can't quite process it all. Maybe I'm going to have to tackle this over time. I really should check the boat. 

I lift my head and try to bring the world into focus. My abs ache slightly. Oh yeah, I remember; watching them work on my cock. Focus. OK; Marinas Cay; weather looks good; we haven't dragged and we're not too close to any other boats. Cool. I realize that I really tensed up there for a few seconds - almost a panic as I realized I had been so out of it for so long and had not been "on watch" so to speak. With the quick assessment completed, I relaxed again. The girls. Hmm. Not here. I had another brief panic wondering if they had fallen overboard or something but I'm sure they are just down below. 

I rise up and clear a few more cobwebs from my head and crud from my eyes. I grab my trunks, which are neatly folded next to me, and slide them on. I'm still a little hard from the recent movie review so I have to do some adjusting. One more look around to check the conditions and then I move to the companionway and go below. I poke my head in the starboard stateroom; no girls. I see a bathing suit bottom on the cabin sole in front of the port stateroom. Hmm. Then a tank top that says "Drink, Stink, and Go-Naked" about a foot away. Yeah, I feel ya buddy. Let me just adjust myself a little better.

I quietly peek in the room and see the two girls entwined on the bed asleep, breathing softly, totally naked. It's a scene that is almost artful and incredibly sexy hot at the same time. Kell is on her back and Kim is laying on her back partially on top of her; like they had been in a spooning position on their right sides and then rolled backward onto their backs. Their legs are tangled together and partly opened. The view gave me another jump as I realized that despite what happened last night, I really hadn't seen either of them naked before; not counting Kim's tits of course.

Kim had dark hair, trimmed into a small landing strip. Kelly's right hand was resting on the crook of Kim's thigh, tantalizingly close to Kim's cunt. The casualness of it made it that much sexier. 

I found myself hesitating to look at Kelly and I didn't really know why. It was almost like I had been imagining this for such a long time and wondering and hoping and fantasizing about it so much, that I wanted to prolong the tease. Sometimes, the idea of something ends up being better than the actual thing that you are picturing. Yeah, but who am I kidding. I have to look.

Nope. This was every bit as good if not better than I imagined. She had blond hair; so light that it was almost hard to see. It was trimmed into a small patch above her pussy but it wasn't cut real short. It was curly, and wispy and impossibly sexy. I instantly imagined her taking the time to shave and trim and make everything beautiful for whoever might happen to see it and frankly, the thought of that is hot as hell. 

I zoomed out to take in the whole picture again and just wallowed in the smoking hotness of it. Clearly, after they had taken care of me last night; and I passed out like schoolboy leaving them high and (not so) dry; they had come down here and taken care of each other. I tried to imagine what they did and how they did it and I basically just have to stop. My cock is really getting hard now and I'd feel like a letch if they woke up and saw me looking at them with a hard-on. 

I quietly head back to the galley and try to make coffee as silently as I can.

Grabbing the chart book and my cup, I head back up on deck to put up the shade Bimini and think about planning the rest of the trip. In the haste of getting away and getting the girls briefed on the boat, I realized that I hadn't really planned where I was going to go. It's easy enough to wing-it down here but I wanted to have some semblance of a plan and make sure the girls had a chance to see the special things that were around. As I thought about where to go next, I heard the clank of a coffee mug from down below and then, a few seconds later, Kelly came up through the companionway.

She was squinting in the growing sunlight and her hair was lightly mussed which, of course, made her all that much more beautiful in my eyes. She was wearing one of my button down flannel shirts that I had brought just in case there were some slightly chilly nights. Only the middle two buttons were buttoned which meant that the curve of the inside of each breast was just visible in the V. 

As she stood up she looked at me, smiled, put her coffee down, and did a big morning stretch/yawn. "Morning."

As she stretched her arms out and back, and then clasped them behind her head, her shirt rose up and exposed the pink panties that were barely covering her pussy.

Fuck. She was absolutely gorgeous. "Good morning."

"I hope you don't mind. I borrowed your shirt."

"It looks good on you." The understatement of the year.

She looked around and took in the view of the island; the cove; the other boats on the glassy water. It was dusk when we had gotten in last night and with dinner, drinks, and oh yeah, the mind-blowing sex, she hadn't really had a chance to get a look at the place. Now, in the quiet of the morning, she was able to really absorb it. 

"I guess there really aren't the right words are there?" She turned back to me like she was giving up trying to say something about the scene. 

"I know. You can't really describe it to someone, and pictures sell it short too. You just have to be here and experience it you know?"

She didn't say anything. She just looked back out across the water. 

"Can I walk around on the deck up there?" 

"Yeah. Just watch your step and hold on to a lifeline or a stay until you feel steady."

She stepped up out of the cockpit and onto the deck leaning over to grab the lifeline as she did. Of course in doing this, her shirt rode up in back giving me a peek at her ass and a flash of panty covered pussy. Again, the non-sexual aspect of the whole instant was so casual that it made it ten times sexier than if she had bent over and stuck her ass out. That would probably work as well though, I heard my little friend say.

She walked up to the bow of the boat and stood there taking in the scenery. I swear she looked like a model in a photo shoot. The breeze was gently blowing her hair back and occasionally flipping back the sides of the bottom of her shirt. The fleeting glimpses of the side of her ass was mesmerizing. She seemed to sense me looking at her, glanced back, smiled, and made her way back along the port side to the cockpit. 

I took her hand to help her step back into the cockpit and as she leaned over to step down, her shirt gaped open giving me a glorious view of her breasts. 

"Hey," she said.

"Hey."

"Sleep well?"

"Like the dead."

"Good coffee. What kind is this?"

"Um, it's some sort of Spanish coffee. Yeah it's good." I paused a bit. Were we dancing around the 600 pound gorilla in the cockpit? "Kell, I gotta say, last night was the most mind blowing thing that I've ever experienced."

She sat down next to me and put her head on my shoulder. "I know huh? I'm almost embarrassed by the things I did and said but I was so horny and it felt good to just let go. I think some inner-slut came out that I didn't know I had."

"Heh, yeah, I guess so," I chuckled. "I feel like a chump for basically passing out on you. I desperately wanted to repay the favors but I think my body just shut down it was so intense."

"You know what, it was actually really hot to see what effect I - we - had on you; kind of empowering if you know what I mean. There's nothing you have to apologize for. Besides, Kim and I managed to have some fun without you." She looked up at me and gave a wry smile and then kissed me on the cheek. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Oh, um, the chart book. It shows all the islands and the various anchorages. I was just trying to figure out what our itinerary should be."

"Cool. Where are we going?" She snuggled in a little closer as I showed her the charts and told her what I was thinking. I guess I was a little worried that the morning after would be a little awkward but it couldn't have been more natural and easy. I think The Pact was working. We were just having fun and not overanalyzing things. God she smelled good. She must have re-applied that body lotion or whatever it was because she had no right to smell that good after a day on the water and a night of hot sex. 

"Well that looks comfy Kell." Kim had appeared in the companion way and we hadn't even noticed her. 

"Umm, it is," Kelly giggled. "Brad was showing me all the places we can go. "Oh! Kim, look over there. Look at that little beach." Kelly pointed over to the small beach that she had been looking at when she was up on the bow. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Kim looked up from the chart book and gazed around the boat. Like Kelly, she hadn't really realized the idyllic setting we had pulled into last night. "Jesus Christ," she muttered as she took it in. She spotted the palm-lined beach that Kelly was pointing to. 

As all this was taking place, I was just staring at Kim. She was wearing a tiny bikini top that was just devastating. The straps and edges were trimmed in bright blue while what barely covered her breasts was some kind of very fine white mesh fabric such that her dark nipples were clearly visible. She had a wrap on below but I'm sure it covered an equally tiny and see-through bottom. Her stomach was taut and browned and she had a small belly button piercing that I hadn't noticed last night.

As she turned to take in the scenery, I could tell from the outlines through the bikini wrap that the suit bottom she had on was the Tonga style; the kind that doesn't go in the crack like a thong but also only half covers the butt cheeks. I had to tear my eyes from her and look back down at the chart book or I was going to knock the book off my lap with my hardening cock. Shit, I don't know if I can take this for the rest of the trip. 

"Are we allowed on that beach?" Kim turned back to me. "It looks like it's straight from one of those Corona Beer commercials. I have got to sit on that chair that's down by the water." 

She was talking about the wooden chair, two chairs actually, that were in the sand right at the edge of the water. They were strategically placed there to let the sitter be sort of half-in and half-out of the water and bask in the sun. Two palm trees drooped lazily over them creating a scene straight from a postcard.

"Yeah, sure," I answered. "I know it looks private but you can absolutely use it."

"Oh man, we gotta hit that Kell." She paused like she just remembered something and then came over to me, leaned past Kelly, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. 

Fuck.

She disengaged leaving me startled with my mouth hanging open. "By the way, good morning Brad. Thanks for making coffee. How are you feeling?" She kissed Kelly sweetly on the tip of her nose and stood back up.

"Umm, uhh, Good. You're welcome. Uh, Thanks." I was struggling to make a coherent sentence come out of my mouth while it still hung open.

"You are so bad Kim," Kelly playfully slapped Kim's arm after she unleashed the two radically different kisses.

"You're not too far behind Kell." 

Kelly looked down, apparently remembering something "bad" that she had recently done, and sheepishly grinned, "I know." 

I got up and went below to grab some bagels and cut up some fruit and to try and contain the lust that was building in my groin. We had breakfast on deck in the shade of the Bimini as the sun quickly heated up the day. 

"I'm going to finish planning our route and radioing to a couple of restaurants for some reservations. Why don't you two take the dink over to the beach and relax for a bit."

The both looked at me like I was an alien. "What, in the hell, is a dink?" Kim said flatly.

"Oh. The dinghy," I said pointing to the inflatable boat that was tied to the stern. "It's called a dink for short, sorry." 

"Oh, man. I thought you were saying take the 'dick' to the beach. I thought you had some sort of sex toy you were offering us!" We all laughed at the misunderstanding although I was also intrigued that that was where her mind went when in doubt. Hmm.

I showed them how to operate the motor and how to kick it up so they could pull the 'dink' onto the sand. They grabbed some suntan oil and put some wine coolers in a little thermal bag, jumped in the boat and headed for shore. I watched them all the way over and was amazed at how well they handled the boat. Kelly seemed to pick up things after only one explanation. She kind of reminded me of a Tom-Boy type; the kind that grow up with a bunch of brothers or a father who is a mechanic or something, and they pick up the guy-stuff by osmosis. The fact that she was beautiful as well made it seem like she was a movie character that was perfectly scripted by a writer with the power of the pen. Yet here she was, on my boat, in my life. What the fuck? How is this possible? I shook my head and tried to concentrate on my chores. 

I looked over at them occasionally as I worked around the boat. They were simply relaxing in the sun, enjoying the small waves on the beach. I saw them one time walking along the sand bending down every once in a while to look at something; probably a shell or something. They both had on bikinis and looked like they were models on location for a photo shoot. I half expected to see a team of hair and make up artists, a photog, and a bunch of guys standing around holding those reflectors, scurrying around them. 

Part of the daily ritual of life on a sailboat is running the engine for a couple of hours. The engine drives a generator to recharge the batteries, which are used power the radio, GPS, and other instruments. It also runs a compressor to chill down the icebox and, as kind of a free benefit, heats up a fresh water tank so you can get a hot shower if you want it. Kind of contradicts the "stink" part of the sailor's creed but it feels good when you need it.

After working on deck for a bit, I decided to take advantage of the shower and clean myself up. I had worked up quite a sweat and was still rather spunky after the 'workout' I had last night. The girls must have come back while I was lathered up - the running water and the engine noise masking their return. 

"There you are!" I looked up to see Kelly poking her head in the door to the head. "You're taking a shower? I thought that was cheating!"

"Hey!" I was startled and caught off guard. My first reaction was to turn away. It's not like there's an actual shower stall with a curtain or something. The head is so small that the whole thing just doubles as a shower. You grab the shower head off the wall and hose yourself down right next to the toilet and sink. I quickly realized that there was no point in being modest after what had already transpired. 

"It's just an excuse for when you do stink. We don't have to stink if we don't need to."

"Oh thank god. I thought I was going to have to be smelly all week. "

You don't know the meaning of smelly, I said to myself.

Kelly pulled her head back, "Kim! Shower time," and stepped back in. 

Oh man. Here we go. 

Now, despite the size of this boat, the head - the bathroom/shower combo room - is quite small. It's barely big enough for one person and now it was considerably tighter. Kelly was still wearing her bikini and she was still oiled up from her time sunning on the beach. 

"Kind of cramped in here, huh? You don't mind if we join you do you? Might as well save water right?"

"Um, yeah. Good thinking." My dick was starting to make it even more crowded in here. 

Kelly looked down at my stiffening cock and reached down and stroked it. "You're probably pretty crusty after last night. You need some help getting cleaned up?" She giggled and looked up at me with a smile and a wink. She found the soap dispenser on the wall and squirted some in her hand and went back to work on my dick. 

"Is this where the party is?" Kim opened the door, looked at us pressed together, and stepped in. This pushed Kelly into me and drove my cock up against her belly. Of course Kim, seemingly always ready for anything, was already buck naked. She grabbed a squirt of soap and reached around Kelly and started washing my back. She ran her hands down my back to my ass and slipped one hand down my crack grazing a finger along my asshole. Oh fuck.

She squatted down and brought her left hand back around and started lathering up Kelly's ass. Kelly was busy stroking my cock and licking my nipples when she gave a little "Uhhh" and pressed into me a little harder. Kim slid her hand between Kelly's legs and lathered my balls. So Kim had one hand around the back of me, running a soapy finger back and forth over my asshole, the other hand coming from the front, through Kelly's legs, foaming up my balls and fingering Kelly around the strip of her thong, with her head presumably smashed up against Kelly's ass. Jesus Christ.

All right, enough of this. I'm all for girls who take charge in bed but it's time to do some fucking. I grabbed Kelly by the waist and hoisted her up onto the sink top and wedged myself between her legs. I reached down, pulled her suit aside and put the head of my cock at the edge of her cunt. I looked into her eyes and she looked at me. I paused and grabbed the back of her head to pull it closer to me so our noses are almost touching. My eyes say "Yeah, I'm gonna pound you," and I drive my cock into her.

"Ohh fuuuck," Kelly moans as I practically split her in two. I leave my cock buried to the hilt and pull her mouth to mine and drive my tongue into it like I just did with my cock in her cunt. I can feel her cunt pulsing on my cock and then her body tenses and shutters. She opens her mouth around my tongue and half moans, half screams as her body continues to convulse. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in tighter and moans again. The thought that I made her come with just one thrust and the feeling of her cunt still pulsing on my cock is threatening to push me over the edge. I force that thought out of my mind. I'm going to well and truly fuck this chick damn it. 




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 02



As I slowly pull back from being smashed up against her, Kim's head slips under my arm and she starts licking Kelly's right breast and nipple. She witnessed Kelly's almost instant orgasm. "Jesus Brad. What did you do to her?"

I pull her head back, hold my lips just barely touching hers, and look into her eyes. I start thrusting slowly and smoothly into her, grabbing a handful of hair for a better hold on her head. She opens her mouth and tries to move closer to me to kiss me but I hold her head back; keeping my mouth millimeters away. Our hot breaths are mixing as we breathe each other. I feel Kim's hand bump into my cock as she reaches down to Kelly's cunt. She grabs my cock as it slides out and then moves back to Kelly's clit as it goes back in. Kelly moans again. She's looking into my eyes as I, we, fuck her. 

Kim, on my left side, plays with Kelly's cunt with her left hand and reaches around behind me. She slides her right hand down my ass crack and slides her fingers over my asshole and down to my balls. She cups my balls and grabs my shaft as it comes out of Kelly. My cock is coated with Kelly's juice, which Kim picks up on her hand and then transfers to my balls as my cock drives back in. This continues and Kim gets my balls totally slicked up. On one thrust, I feel Kim's hand slide off my cock as it slides in, and I can tell that Kim was now playing with the slime that was oozing down to Kelly's asshole. 

Kelly's eyes widen and she lets out another guttural groan. From her reaction and the feel of my cock and balls sliding along Kim's lower arm, I'm pretty sure that Kim is inserting one or more fingers into Kelly's ass. Kelly starts breathing harder still and I can feel her cunt pulsing as she builds to another orgasm. She starts undulating; slowly at first but steadily building. Kim grabs my cock with her left hand to load it up with more of Kelly's spunk and goes back after her clit even faster. I continue stroking in and out at the same pace as I started I can tell Kelly wants me to pump faster but I hold back which drives her even more insane. All of a sudden she starts bucking uncontrollably. I jamb my tongue in her mouth but she has to pull away because she is breathing so hard. Her orgasms come in continual waves now and she is thrashing about as I hold her head with one hand while the other is around her back. 

"Uhhhh. God...I...stop...can't...stop...take...any...uhhh!" she manages to get out in gasps. God. I thought last night was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced but this was even hotter. 

Somehow, despite fucking the shit out of this girl and having Kim playing with my ass as I did, I hadn't come yet. Kelly was so over stimulated at this point that Kim and I pulled out and let her come down. She basically collapsed in the corner of the sink top. 

Kim moved over to between Kelly's splayed legs, "You okay Kell?"

Kelly's breathing had slowed a little bit. "Yeah...God..."

When Kim had moved over to Kelly, she had wedged herself in front of me and now my cock was resting on her ass. She looked back at me and started slowly sliding her ass up and down my shaft that was still slick from Kelly's cunt. I didn't need any more prompting so on the next "up slide", I bent my knees a little and slid into her cunt. 

"Oh fuck," Kim moaned as my balls rammed up against her. She bent forward a little more to give me a better angle, which pushed her face down to Kelly's tits.

I looked up from the view of my cock disappearing into Kim's cunt to see Kelly looking at me. I started slowly sliding in and out of Kim while looking into Kelly's eyes. As Kim was licking and sucking her breasts, I saw her hand move in front of her and, by the look on Kelly's face, start to play with her cunt. I continued to stare straight into Kelly's eyes as I moved in and out of Kim. She struggled to maintain eye contact as Kim licked, sucked, and fingered her. My thrusting was slowly gaining speed but I continued to focus on Kelly. We were so connected through our eyes that it was almost like I was fucking Kelly through Kim. As I thrust harder and harder, Kim could barely keep her mouth on Kelly's nipples and just focused on her cunt. Kelly would roll here eyes back or close them every once in a while but each time she opened, I was there, looking straight into her. 

I was getting really close to coming. I was desperately trying to focus all my lust at Kelly and trying not to think about the fact that I was actually in a threesome and fucking someone else basically at the same time. 

It wasn't working...

Looking at Kelly though, and hearing Kim moaning and panting, I was thinking that the timing might just work out. I grabbed Kim's hips and started slamming her onto my cock. I don't understand how normally, the slightest hit in the balls will cause excruciating pain but slamming those same balls against the cunt of a woman while you are fucking the crap out of her, causes no pain. How the hell does that work?

I'm not really sure why that question came to mind just then but I pushed it aside and kept fucking and slamming. 

Kim had to hold on to the counter top with both hands now. She let out little grunts in time with each thrust. "Uhh. Uhh. Fuck me. Yeah. Oh god. I'm coming. Uhhh, fuckkkkk!"

The sound of Kim coming apparently sent Kelly over the edge as she started moaning and bucking back and forth. The combination of those two coming did it for me as well. I absolutely pummeled my cock into Kim and exploded into her. I kept thrusting and coming into her for what seemed like an eternity - all the while, locked onto Kelly's eyes. Super hot.

After my last spurt, I slid out of Kim and leaned up against the wall trying to catch my breath. Kim moved over and sat down on the toilet seat lid and pretty much collapsed against the sink top and Kelly's draped leg. 

"Jesus Christ Brad." Kim looked up at me with her mouth open, still breathing hard. "You fucked the shit out of me." 

Between breaths I grin, "I know." I looked over at Kelly. She was leaning back against the wall, gazing at me with a strange kind of look. It was an odd mix of exhausted pleasure and "what the hell did that just mean" kind of look. At least that's how I interpreted it. She didn't say anything. 

"That was so hot," Kim said as she looked over at Kelly. She followed her eyes over to me and then back to Kelly. "You two okay?" 

I didn't know what Kelly was thinking but the silence felt awkward. "I'm starting to think this was a big mistake. You girls are going to kill me. Hot? That was surface of the Sun."

As I said that I realized that it was about 150 degrees in this tiny little room and I was drenched with sweat. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!" I pulled open the door and scrambled up the companionway to the cockpit and onto the swim platform. I looked around to see if anyone on any of the other boats was looking - not that I cared - and jumped in. 

The ocean water was like bath water but still much cooler than my boiling skin and felt wonderful. I came to the surface and turned to the boat to see both girls climbing onto the swim platform. With a shrug of their shoulders, they both jumped in. 

"Oh god, this is wonderful," Kelly said as she came to the surface and wiped her hair from her eyes. 

"I love to skinny dip!" Kim was swimming in circles around us. 

We splashed around for a little while and got a few curious looks from people on other boats. They were far enough away that they couldn't really tell that we were naked - as if we cared anyway. It was kind of weird though. We didn't talk about what had just happened. It was like we had just finished having lunch together instead of just fucking our brains out. 

Lunch. Yeah lunch. "Is anybody else starving?"

The girls both noted that they were starving so we headed for the boat and the swim platform. Being the gentleman that I am, I allowed the ladies to board the boat first. Kelly hung onto me as Kim climbed up the ladder first. She grabbed my cock as I watched Kim step onto the platform. 

"If I had a cock, she would make me hard too," she whispered in my ear. 

I turned to her and whispered in her ear, "You should see how hard I'm going to be after I watch you get on board." I moved my mouth around to hers and kissed her deeply. She could feel my cock get harder still and she gave it another squeeze. 

She opened her mouth around my probing tongue and gasped, "Lunch remember?"

I licked her tongue a few more times and then reluctantly pulled out. "Oh yeah."

She let go of me - both hands - and climbed up the ladder. The look of her, with the water cascading off her body, the curves of her breasts and ass, the sunlight glinting off her skin - Fuck. 

Now I've done it. I have a full raging hard on and I'm going to have to climb up the ladder and onto the swim platform in front of the two girls. They are grinning ear to ear, realizing the predicament I'm in and taking joy in making me pay for the peek I took of them. Oh well.

"Wow Brad. That's quite a recovery!" Kim was hamming it up. "Are we having tube steak for lunch?" She cracked up at her own joke and Kelly started laughing too.

"You guys can have tube steak if you want. I was thinking about having some tacos." Two can play this game babe.

It took a second for Kim to realize what I was saying but once she did, "I'm down with that."

She took Kelly's hand and led her into cockpit, pushing her down onto her back on the cushions. She swung her leg over Kelly's head straddling her, face down towards Kelly's bush. Kim flicked her tongue lightly over Kelly's slit and pulled her legs apart to get better access. From my position, still mesmerized on the swim platform, I saw Kelly lift her head up and slide her tongue along Kim's pussy. Kim lowered her cunt down onto Kelly's face and started grinding with Kelly lapping hungrily away. 

Kim raised her head and looked over at me, "Where's the tube steak bucko?"

I jolted out of my trance and made my way over to the two girls. 

"Mmm, I'd like some special sauce on my hotdog." She grabbed my cock and pulled me over between Kelly's legs and by her mouth. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down along Kelly's cunt, getting it slippery with the mixture of her spit and Kelly's juices. "Stick it in. I want to lick her off of you."

Oh fuck. I guess everyone has some sort of fetish or something that really turns them on. For me, a cock going from pussy to mouth was it. Kim positioned my dick right at the entrance to Kelly's cunt and then reached around my ass and shoved me in. I heard Kelly let out a little moan as I plunged in and I think I let one out myself. 

"Mmm, yeah. Get that cock all slicked up for me."

Ok, pussy to mouth plus slut talk. Yeah, that's my fetish thing. Fuck.

I stroked a few times. Or rather, Kim had me stroke a few times, and then she brought her hand back around, grabbed my cock as it came out of Kelly and swallowed it into her mouth. She gave a few sucks and then pulled it out and proceeded to lick all around the shaft and head. As she licked the underside of it, she looked up at me. Yeah, that's hot.

Kim had a few more licks and then plunged my cock back into Kelly to pick up another load of slippery stuff. A few strokes and it was back in her mouth - and pretty much all over her face. She lifted my cock up to lick the underside and then turned and licked down Kelly's dripping cunt as well. 

"You want some steak Kell?" She lifted off of Kelly's face for the answer.

Kelly was trying to catch her breath after having Kim's cunt covering her nose and mouth. "Huh?...Yeah...No...Oh God, just get his dick back inside me. You're killing me!" she said between breaths.

Kim slicked up one hand and then reached around my ass again and started rubbing my balls. I jammed my cock back into Kelly and started pumping. Kim put her head down on Kelly's abdomen with her face millimeters from my thrusting cock. She opened her mouth and looked up at me. Oh Fuck. 

I pulled out of Kelly and slid my cock right into Kim's waiting mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

The mixture of cunt juice and spit was making an impossibly slippery substance that was driving me insane. 

I pulled out of Kim's mouth and let my cock slide down along Kelly's cunt, past her clit and down to her pulsing hole. One thrust, then I pulled out and back into Kim's mouth. One lick and back to Kelly's cunt. I started to get a rhythm going as I alternated between pussy and mouth. 

Kelly is now moaning loudly with each pump into her and Kim is going gonzo with her tongue and her hand on my balls. The feeling on my cock and balls was intense but when I really took a second to *think* about the situation and what the fuck was happening, that was all she wrote. I felt it start in my toes like it did last night and build up my legs, course through my balls and bam! I let loose like a fire hose in Kelly's cunt, "Ahhh, fuuuuck!"

Kim whips my cock out of Kelly and into her mouth and I shoot two or three times in there before she puts me back into Kelly. Oh my god. That starts a new round of spurting that I didn't know I could even do. Motherfuck.

I gradually slow down my thrusting into Kelly's cunt and Kim pulls my softening dick out. She puts me back into her mouth for one final cleaning and then licks up some of the cum that is oozing from Kelly. Jesus Christ, this girl is crazy!

Kim lifts off of Kelly's face but Kelly just lies there exhausted and spent. I flop down onto the cockpit cushions, spent as well. 

"Jesus," I say as blood begins to flow in my legs again. 

Kim swings her head around to face Kelly. "You okay girlfriend?"

"No. You are such a slut!"

"I know. It's fun isn't it?"

Kelly lightly slapped Kim on the arm, "Shit Kim." 

I could see Kelly was smiling, obviously driven past her normal boundaries by the inhibitions of Kim along with just the sheer pleasure of it. "If my mother only knew what I was doing..."

Both girls laughed and Kelly raised herself up into a reclining position against the cockpit edge. Again, it felt a little weird now that the sex was done - us three just sitting there naked with sex pretty much dripping off of the girls. At the same time though, it felt good. It felt good to be this uninhibited, this unconcerned with anything else. Yeah, this is pretty fucking good. 

As the salt water dries on you, it gets pretty sticky so I got up and headed back to the swim platform to rinse off with the hand held wand that is stowed there. The girls followed suit and rinsed a little more than just salt water off of each other as I moved forward to the companionway. I looked back at them. Fuck. They weren't trying to be sexy but it was hot nonetheless. I tore my eyes away and headed below to put some shorts on and make some sandwiches. Lunch. Yeah, that's what started this little episode. 

The girls came down and went into the port cabin to put some clothes on and I took the sandies and beer up on deck. A few minutes later, the girls came up, dressed in their bikinis. We cracked open the beers and just sat in the cockpit relaxing, recovering, basking in the splendor of being in the tropics, on a boat, at anchor, in a cove. 

We didn't really talk. It was one of those times when it just felt right to take things in as opposed to sending noise out. We took in the sun glinting off the water, the gentle swinging of the boat on the anchor as the warm breeze nudges it back and forth. I cracked another beer after I finished my sandwich and leaned back against the back of the cockpit rail. Kelly looked over at me, grabbed another beer and came over. "Is there room for me?"

She sat down next to me and leaned back into the crook of my arm. God she felt good. Her skin was so smooth and soft. And of course, she had that smell that drove me insane. It was in her hair too and it would blow into my face and redouble the intoxicating effect. 

Normally, this would start my cock throbbing again but this time, it produced a different feeling. It's hard to describe it really and it was something I don't think I had ever felt before. It was like an intense feeling of being at peace. Like right then, everything was perfect, like the way it should be at a level that I'd never known. 

What the hell man. Snap out of it. These girls are pretty much fulfilling all your fantasies so no shit you are going to feel like this. What do you expect?

I don't know man. There's something else going on here. Yeah, the sex is mind blowing but there is something cooking just below the surface. Can this be what it's like to really fall in love? Have all the other times been fake? 

Everyone has these little conversations with themselves right?

Spent from two rounds of sex and with the slight buzz of a few beers, I drifted off to sleep with the girl of my dreams in my arms.



The Mystic Adventure Ch. 03



(This is part three of the Mystic Adventure Series. Please consider starting from the first part to get the full story.)

*

I was roused from my nap by the sound of the outboard motor on a dinghy as it zipped by. By the looks of the sun and the sky, I figured I'd been out for about an hour. Kelly was still snuggled up next to me with her hand on my chest and her hair tickling my nose in the gentle breeze. 

She stirred at the sound as well and we both slowly came awake. I watched her wake up and simply enjoyed studying her while she re-registered her surroundings. Maybe I just have no self-esteem but I think I was worried that the nap would have somehow erased this "relationship" that we had seemingly been building over the last few days. 

I needn't have worried. 

She turned her head up to look at me and broke into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. She pushed herself up and rolled on top of me so she was straddling me as I lay back on the cockpit cushions. She just looked at me for what was probably only 5 or 6 seconds but it seemed like an eternity. Then, she simply bent down slowly and kissed me. I was completely caught off guard. The kiss was not a tonsil-bashing make-out kiss. It was a tender, moving, meaningful kiss and it totally disarmed me. 

I don't know that I was expecting a make-out kiss but it was what I was prepared for. I wasn't prepared for this. This was not a foreplay kiss - something to get things warmed up for the next level. This was not a slutty, teasing kiss that was part of a role she was playing. This fucking *meant* something. This was the kind of kiss that you don't play around with. The kind that's like a loaded weapon - one you don't just whip out casually or someone might get hurt. 

It caught me off guard but not for long. It triggered a response in me that I could only hope was the same thing that was driving her. I just wanted to drink her in through my mouth somehow. I could feel her on top of me of course and I knew she was in a tiny bikini with her cunt just inches from my cock but I was beyond that. I was focused only on her...what?...her fucking soul or something. Fuck, I don't know. It all sounds so artsy and feebly poetic to try and describe it but it was absolutely the most intense feeling I've ever had. 

The kiss lasted for several minutes - I think. Like a dream that only actually runs during the last two seconds of sleep, it could have been much shorter. But also like that dream, a hell of a lot of strange and wonderful things happened in the duration. Kelly eased her mouth slowly off of mine but went back for a few more tender brushes that conveyed even more emotion and meaning. With these kisses was she saying the same thing I was saying? "I can't get enough of you"? 

She finally pulled her head back and looked in my eyes again. Her impossibly blue eyes sucked me in even further and I was back to seeing her soul again. Fuck. 

As she looked at me, she made the tiniest of tiny nods with her head. I wasn't even sure I was seeing it or if it was just from the motion of the boat but it was like she was answering me. And just as I was really beginning to think I was losing all sense of reality and reading waaay too much into everything, her mouth said "Yeah." She didn't actually *say* anything, and it was only the smallest of movements of her lips but I know what she said. 

My head spun.

What the fuck girl? Are you really answering these questions I'm thinking at you? I'm head over heels for you, do you feel it to?

Yeah.

Did that really mean something for you like it did for me?

Yeah.

Are you falling...in love with me?

Yeah.

Fuck.

Yeah.

"Hey guys, what's on the agenda for this afternoon?"

Jesus Christ! I think the space-time continuum might have suffered a rip as I was teleported back to the real world by Kim's voice.

Kelly could have easily disguised our little "moment" and made the whole thing look like a continuation of the kind of playfulness we'd all been enjoying since day one but she didn't. She kept her gaze on me for a few more seconds and only slowly started turning her head towards Kim while keeping her eyes still on mine for as long as possible. The message was unmistakable and Kim didn't miss it. 

When she and Kelly looked at each other, I saw Kim's face change ever so slightly. She instantly knew that something had changed in Kelly and it was like it was something that she had been waiting to see in Kelly for a long time. Kim visibly brightened and I looked up to see that Kelly was smiling right back at her. I could almost see the comm link between the two of them - or whatever the fuck it is that lets women do all that intuition magic that they do. 

The transmission lasted a few more seconds and then Kelly turned back to me. "I don't know. Brad? What's the plan?"

Plan? You want a Plan? After my whole fucking world had been turned upside down, shaken, stirred, and basically totally reshuffled? You want to know what the fucking plan is?

Of course I didn't say any of that. I stumbled and ummmed and tried to think back to what I had been planning this morning at breakfast.

"What do you say we head over to the Baths?"

Kelly did a double take, "The Baths? What, the shower wasn't good enough earlier?" She smiled at me and leaned down and licked my lips. 

God. I could revel in being surprised by the actions of this girl for the rest of my life.

"Umm, no. I mean, yeah, it was fine. Great! I mean, no, the Baths are a rock formation on Virgin Gorda. There are these huge boulders right on the beach that form little grottos that you can poke around it. It's pretty cool." 

"Ooh, that sounds fun. How long will it take us to get there?" Kim had picked up the chart book and was trying to find out where we would be going. 

I got up and flipped to the page with Virgin Gorda and showed her where the Baths were. 

"It's probably about an hour or so sail over and it should be an easy reach - no tacking back and forth to go upwind. I figured we could sail over and mess around there for a while and then head up to Gorda Sound here at the top of Gorda. We can have dinner at the Bitter End Yacht Club."

Kelly looked at me like I was making a joke, "The Bitter End Yacht Club? Are you serious?"

"Yeah. It's actually a pretty swanky place. I know you have those little cocktail dresses and it would be a shame to have them and not use them right?"

Kim and Kelly looked at each other and smiled. 

Yup. There he is. Yeah, he gave me some time to get all emo and fall in love with this girl but you know he wasn't going to just wait patiently down there for some kind of written invitation right? Nope. He's back on the job, envisioning clingy party dresses, with perky nipples standing up and thong underwear splitting assess that are begging to be caressed. Oh man.

"Sounds cool," Kelly said as she gave me another peck on the cheek. 

"Ok then. Let's make sure things are stowed below and then you girls can come up and I'll show you how to raise the anchor."

I fiddled around in the cockpit, taking the covers off the instruments and generally making sure we were ready for our sail over to Gorda. The girls went below and put away a few things that were left out from lunch. A few minutes later, they came back up top, ready for the sail.

I led them up to the foredeck and opened the anchor hatch on the bow. Inside the hatch was a small remote control for the anchor windlass with two buttons - one for up and one for down. You used to have to manually haul up all that anchor chain - or hand crank it up on a winch - but again, modern technology takes over and makes things much easier. Old salts would call it cheating but I'm not an old salt - yet.

Technically, I could handle all this myself. I had dropped the anchor when we had come in yesterday. If there's not much wind, and not many boats around, it's not a big deal to leave the wheel, go up on deck and drop the hook. I wanted to get them involved in the operation of the boat though so I showed them the process. 

I went back to the cockpit and fired up the engine and then gave them the signal to start raising the anchor. The electric winch kicked in and started pulling the chain up and dumping it into the open hatch. The act of pulling up the chain pulled the boat ahead until it got right over the anchor. As soon as the anchor pulled free of the bottom, the boat started to drift but since there weren't any boats that were very close, it was easy enough to get the hook all the way up and nestled in its chock before putting the boat in gear and heading out of the cove. 

We repeated the process of raising the mainsail and unfurling the jib - the girls remembering everything like they had been doing it all their lives. I could tell they were proud of themselves for not needing to be told what to do. I was alternately impressed by how fast they had picked up what to do and transfixed by seeing them move around and bend over in their skimpy suits and gauzy shirts. 

Both girls were amazingly light on their feet. Getting your "sea legs" usually takes at least a few days and most people stumble around at first but these girls had no problem at all. 

They got the sails up and trimmed and I cut the engine - that moment of Zen that I love so much. Kelly looked back at me, beaming. Is it really possible that she feels all these things the same way as I do? Weird.

The girls grabbed some cushions and moved up to the high side to relax. It was basically a straight shot over to Gorda so they didn't need to do any further sail trimming. They both lay down next to each other and engaged in a conversation that I couldn't hear. Every once in a while, they would laugh and hug like old friends reconnecting. 

I guess it started with a quick little kiss. It was a casual enough kiss - one between two friends who were enjoying a fabulous day in the tropics. Yeah, that's how it started. 

It's a straight shot over to Gorda like I said but anyone who was tracking my course would have thought I couldn't follow a straight line if my life depended on it. It's much more difficult to sail a large yacht when you are mesmerized by two women who are ever so slowly starting to caress and touch each other. 

The two girls were lying perpendicular to the length of the boat. Their feet were pointing out to the side, heads towards the centerline. Kelly was closest to me and had turned on her side to face Kim so all I could see was her back and butt in her little bikini bottom. She had propped herself up on her right arm and was gently caressing Kim's belly, breasts, and face. Every once in awhile, she would bend down and give her a long kiss. 

Kim's hands were caressing Kelly as well. I think she liked Kell's ass as much as I did because she would constantly reach around and rub her buns and slide her fingers underneath the fabric. 

Yeah, man. Just steer 95 degrees. You can do it. 

Kelly rolled over on top of Kim to get a better angle of attack on her mouth and Kim yanked the string on the back of Kell's top to let her tits hang free. 

At this point, I could probably hold a steadier course by letting my dick stop the spokes of the wheel from turning since my hands were clearly not up to the task.

Kim reached down to Kelly's suit bottoms and untied the ties on each side. She then grabbed Kelly's hips and pulled her up, along her stomach, past her tits, and up to her mouth. Kelly's suit bottom had come off at the beginning of the trip so she left a trail of cunt slime all the way up. Jesus Fuck, it was all I could do to hang on to the wheel and not go over there and lick that up. 

Kelly leaned forward and grabbed hold of a rail on the cabin top and slipped her cunt over Kim's nose and mouth. She looked straight back at me as she did it and I flashed back to this morning when I had my dick in Kim but I was actually *fucking* Kelly. She basically just did a "Right back at you Dude" move and I was loving every second of it. 

I was torn between looking into her eyes as she locked them on to me, and glancing down at her cunt as she ground it into Kim's face. Kim was totally slicked up with Kell's juices and I'm not really sure how she even managed to breathe. 

Kim would alternately push Kell down a little so that she could lick up her slit and all around her clit. Then she would pull her up and slide herself down so that her nose would rub Kell's clit and then slide into her cunt. This meant, of course, that Kim's tongue was able to flick around Kelly's asshole. Each time this happened, Kelly would shudder and gasp but she never took her eyes off of me. 

I had to tear my attention away from this scene when I realized that the sails were luffing. I had slowly been heading more and more off course and into the wind. I quickly turned back to re-fill the sails and keep us moving, and looked for any boats that might be getting close. Man, that's bad. It's not like I could run aground out here or hit a rock but it's not good to lose track of navigating for so long like that. I've got to keep focused.

I glanced back at Kell. Yeah, right. Like focus on sailing is gonna happen. I was sucked right back into the porno happening on the deck in front of me. 

Kelly was just about at the brink when she stopped and slid back down Kim's chest? again leaving a trail of spunk that glistened in the sunshine. Kelly smashed her face into Kim's and licked all around, adding spit to the slippery slime. Jesus.

Kelly moved off of Kim and rearranged the cushions so that she could lay lengthwise on the boat, with her head back towards me. Kim got the message and wriggled out of her bikini bottoms and swung her leg over Kell, dropping her cunt onto her mouth. So Kim's ass was facing me and I could see Kelly going to town on her cunt and asshole just like she had been getting from Kim. Kim also went back to work on Kelly but was having trouble concentrating what with the action happening between her own legs. 

I don't know, in my vast experience with girl-on-girl sex - which up until now, had consisted of watching it in pornos - it's one thing when the receiver just lays there while the giver does the licking. It's quite another when, as what was happening now, the receiver, as it were, is actively grinding her own cunt on the "givers" face. Now *that* is fucking hot. 

I think that might be why so many guys find girl-girl sex so arousing. There's no guy with a dick in the scene "forcing" the performance so to speak. It's just girls being lustful for lustfulness's sake and yeah, that's hot. 

I forced myself to check the course again and found that I hadn't drifted too far off this time. 

I could hear Kim's breath getting shorter and little moans and groans coming out. In a few short seconds I saw her tense up and pull up slightly from Kelly's mouth to be able to cope with the orgasm. Every couple of seconds, she would drop her cunt back down to within range of Kelly's reaching tongue, get a quick lick, and raise back up. 

Fuck. Me.

Kim finally turned around and lay down next to Kelly. They talked and caressed each other for quite a long time before sitting up. Kelly looked back at me and smiled her beautiful smile. 

Fuck. Is there anything better than a woman who is at once someone you'd want to meet your parents and be the mother of your children, and at the same time, perfectly willing to break every sexual boundary you could imagine? Yeah, no. I don't think so either. 

Kim got up first and headed back to the cockpit. 

She wasn't wearing any pants.

She smiled at me, "I'm gonna grab a beer. Want one?"

"Um, yeah. I think I could use one." I stammered.

Kelly made her way back to the cockpit too and she didn't bother to put her pants on either. She *was* wearing her white, gauzy shirt but it was doing a very bad job of covering her tits since her top had been untied early on in the preceding show. She came back to the wheel where I was standing and stuck her tongue in my mouth. 

She hadn't bothered to wipe her face so I got the full effect of Kim's cunt, some saliva, and whatever the fuck that smell of hers is that drives me crazy. 

She pulled away from me, "Can I try sailing the boat again. That was really fun yesterday."

OK, now you are purposefully teasing me girl. That's cruel.

"Yeah, sure." I started to get up from my seat behind the wheel to let her sit down.

"No, stay there. I think I need to sit in your lap so I can see over the cabin." 

Oh man. Here we go...

She came around behind the wheel and made a show of sliding her ass down my chest and into my lap. 

"Oh. What's this? Brad, where you watching us up there? Weren't you supposed to be concentrating on getting us to the Baths safely?

"It seems like your pants are kind of tight. Do you want me to help you out of those before I take the wheel?"

"Uh, yeah. That'll work."

Kelly stood up, bent forward, and reached between her legs to grab my shorts. This, of course, thrust her ass in my face and I couldn't help but to give it a quick lick. 

"Now, now. Concentrate on sailing Brad."

When my shorts came down, my dick went up and brushed against her arm as she pushed them to the cockpit floor. She grabbed my cock with her left hand and just sat right down on that fucker like she was dropping into a chair. 

She was still slicked up from Kim's ministering that it was like sliding into satin. Christ.

She grabbed the wheel, "What course are we steering?"

"Uhh, 95." Very cute Kell. You know you are killing me right?

My cock was buried to the hilt in her cunt and I was dying to start thrusting. The thought of sliding in and out of her was blowing my mind. She didn't move though. Actually, she didn't move on the outside. I slowly became aware of her ever so softly squeezing me with her cunt muscles. At first, she waited a long time between each squeeze so I didn't even really realize she was doing it on purpose. Each time though, it would get a little stronger and a little closer to the last one until I figured out what was happening. 

Now I've had girls squeeze my cock in their cunts before but this was different. She wasn't just squeezing me all together. It was more like a ripple effect where the added pressure would start at the base and travel up to the tip of my dick and then repeat. It was like she was sliding up and down without actually moving. I was simultaneously amazed at her technique and going crazy at the feeling. 

I had let go of the wheel and grabbed a handful of tits and was caressing them when Kim popped up out of the cabin with three beers. 

"Looks like you don't have a spare hand for this beer do you Brad?"

Before I could think of a witty comeback, Kelly piped up, "Hey Kim, you didn't get a chance to sail the other day. You should try this." She slid up off of me and reached out to take a beer. 

While Kim had obviously seen that I was fondling Kelly's tits, she evidently didn't realize that Kelly was sitting on my cock which was now standing straight up. She gave a startled look to Kelly and then back to my cock and then back to Kelly. I think she was a little surprised that Kelly was "sharing" after what had clearly taken place earlier today. Frankly I was a little surprised as well. 

Kelly answered her questioning look by wrapping her arms around Kim and kissing her deeply. I guess that means The Pact is still on.

"Here. Come over and sit in this nice little seat and let Brad show you how it's done."

Kelly led Kim over to me, turned her around and then bent down to grab my cock. She positioned it straight up and guided Kim down onto it in one easy motion. She raised up and kissed Kim again and then leaned back to me to stick her tongue in my mouth like she had developed a habit of doing. 




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 03



She pulled her tongue from my mouth and licked around to my ear. 

She set another record for the number of times she had thrown me for a loop when she whispered, "I love you."

She sat back and reached for her beer as I sat stunned, trying to focus on what just happened while Kim writhed like a Gypsy on my dick. 

I looked at Kelly just looking at her beer, sipping it slowly. She finally looked back at me and smiled. I know I've described each of her smiles as the most beautiful one I've ever seen but they truly did get better each time. This one was like "I've been waiting to admit this to myself and I wasn't sure when to say it but now that I have, I'm happier than I have ever been in my whole life." Okay, that's what it looked like to me - probably because it was exactly what I was thinking about her. 

If it makes any sense, it was even more meaningful due to the fact that Kim was sitting on my cock grinding her ass into my stomach. It was like, at this point, nothing else mattered. Even something as relationship-testing as fucking someone else didn't stand a chance against the connection that had formed between us. Like, "Here, test the tensile strength of what I just said. I'm not worried at all."

I'd never even thought about it that way but it was instantly crystal clear. I refocused on Kelly who was still looking into my eyes and smiling. She knew. I knew. 

I mouthed, "I love you." 

She mouthed, "I know."

Fuck.

"Hey Brad, I'm really not sure if I'm doing this right," I was snapped back to reality as I realized that I had once again, become completely oblivious to the rest of the world and the rather important act of sailing this boat. Kim was trying to keep us on course but she was having trouble concentrating too as she bobbed up and down on the dick that was impaling her. 

I refocused on the boat and got us back on course as Kim simply let go of the wheel and concentrated on driving her ass through the back of my spine. 

Kelly put her beer down and slid over closer to us. She took a quick lick on Kim's right boob and then shifted her mouth to mine. At the same time, she reached down between Kim's legs and grabbed my balls. They were totally slicked up with the cream from both girls' ride. She evidently moved up to Kim's clit because Kim's breathing quickened and she started bucking with more abandon. 

Kelly moved back to Kim's mouth, licking her sensuously and sweetly. Kim lost it and had a shattering orgasm, which I could feel pulsing around my cock. It almost sent me over the edge but I somehow held back. I think the fact that I was trying to keep focused on the boat and keeping us heading in the right direction had something to do with it. 

When Kim calmed down, she rose off of me and pretty much collapsed in the seat cushions on the starboard side of the cockpit. Kelly handed her her beer and kissed her again, almost like a mother tucking in her child. I know that sounds weird but it's what I thought of as I watched it. 

I looked up again and realized that we were pretty much at the Baths and really needed to start thinking about getting the sails down and finding a place to drop the hook. 

"Hey Kell," She looked back at me and I nodded towards the looming island.

"Oh shit! We're here? That was fast!" 

"Can you take the wheel while I get the main down?" I stood up and moved out from behind the wheel to let her take over. 

"Yeah, but uh Brad. You may want to, you know." She looked down at my slightly softening cock waving in the breeze for all the tourists at the Baths to see.

I looked down, "Oops! Damn! You girls left me high and dry and I didn't even know it!" I pulled my shorts up and tried to get my dick tucked in without too much discomfort. 

"Here, why don't you let me help you get rid of that stiffy a little quicker."

With that, she knelt down in the cockpit and attacked my cock with her mouth. The fact that it had just come out of Kim a few seconds ago qualified it for the pussy-to-mouth fantasy. Check. 

"Kell. We've...really...got...uhhh...to...get...these...sails...down," I said as I struggled to maintain focus on not putting us on the rocks. 

Kelly pulled my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Well, you better finish then. Here, help me out." She grabbed my hand and put it on my cock. "Jack that thing off. I won't spill a drop." 

Fuck.

My cock was a spit and come covered mess which meant that my hand had plenty of lube to work with for fantasy number two. Would that be Jacking off into a girls Mouth? Ding, ding, ding!

As I looked down at her with her mouth open and eyes on me - apparently eagerly awaiting the blast, it only took two or three strokes before I could feel the build. It wasn't a slow build this time though. It pretty much hit me like a truck and I pasted the back of her throat with two quick blasts the almost made my knees buckle. She closed her mouth to swallow just as I launched the third blast so it hit her square in the lips. She quickly opened up again to take the fourth blast and then licked the cum from her lips before swallowing my cock again to get the remaining bit.

She licked me clean and then looked up at me, smiling around my dick which was still in her mouth. 

I must have looked like a fool because I think I was just staring at her with my mouth open in amazement. 

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and gave it a tiny little kiss on the head and then bent down to pull up my shorts. 

"OK, now that that is taken care of, lets get this boat anchored so we can go explore the Baths. OK Brad?"

"Fuck Kell," was all I could say.

I heard Kim give a little chuckle and looked over at her still recovering from her fuck ride. "Gee Kim, you're such a slut," she said, mocking Kelly's quips about her actions earlier. "I'd say you are giving me a run for the money in the slut department Kell."

Kelly looked over at Kim and laughed. "Touche," she said with a smile. 

We managed to get the sails down and the anchor set and then started gathering our things for the trip to the beach to explore the Baths. 

The girls both pulled on little lycra bike-short shorts over their bikini bottoms and tanks over their tops since there were lots of families on shore and they didn't want to stunt anyone's growth. Of course, the shorts were the kind that are so tight that the rear seam is pulled into their butts -- accentuating their buns and causing a growth of another kind on me. "I really don't think I can take this," I muttered to myself as the girls bent to get into the dink.

As we got closer to shore, the girls got a sense of these massive boulders that appeared to be thrown together, and how they formed the caves and pools. 

We beached the dink and spent a good hour exploring and scrambling around on the giant rocks. The grottos that were formed from the rocks leaning together kind of reminded me of the grotto at the Playboy Mansion - no, I've never been there - saw it on TV just like you, smartass. It would have been a killer location to have a quick fuck but there were way too many people around for that. It did however, spark another idea.

I gradually guided the girls to the extreme end of the rock out cropping until we came to what looked like a giant cliff blocking any further travel south along the beach. The cliff extended out quite a ways into the water and, while you probably could swim around it, the waves crashing on the razor-sharp coral heads made that seem less than smart. The face of the cliff was practically straight up as well so there wasn't a way to get over it. 

Both girls turned to me with a look that said "What the Hell?"

"If you guys are up for a little adventure, there's a special little place just on the other side of this cliff."

The girls looked back at the cliff. Looked up. Looked out to sea. Turned back to me with a look that said, you guessed it, "What the Hell?"

"There is a little passage under the cliff just a few yards off the beach. All you have to do is take a breath, dive under, give a few kicks and you'll pop up on the other side. I think you'll think it's worth it if you want to give it a try."

I saw Kelly looking out along the cliff, trying to find the spot. "Look, right there, you can see a little light blue spot. That's the sunlight from the other side.

Kelly turned back to me, "So we swim through a tunnel?" She seemed hesitant but intrigued. "What exactly is on the other side?"

"It's a surprise but I think I know you two pretty well and I'm pretty sure you'll be glad you took the risk. Not that it's really a risk."

One more look at the cliff, back at me, over to Kim, and a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm in."

I led the girls out into the water to a point where it was about chest deep. "Okay. We didn't bring masks so you're going to have to open your eyes in the salt water. It might sting a little but you'll be fine. Just take a deep breath, dive down, and pull strongly through. Don't stop halfway or you'll float up and smack your head on the ceiling of the passage. Got it?

"I'll go first to make sure everything is okay. I'll come right back and then I'll go through with each of you okay?"

Kelly looked excited but nervous at the same time. Just as I looked over at Kim, she said "Fuck it," and dove down and into the tunnel. 

Shit. I was pretty sure that there would be no blockages or other dangers in the passage but I really wanted to make sure myself first. I dropped down under water to check the passage and didn't see Kim hung up on a rock or anything so I came back up next to Kelly who looked even more worried now.

"She'll be fine," I said rather weakly.

As I was standing there wondering whether to follow after her and leave Kelly on this side or wait for her to come back, Kim popped up right next to us giving Kelly a start.

Kim pulled her hair out of her eyes and looked at me and then Kell. She uttered her signature line that indicated her approval - "Fuck. Me."

"Kell! Come on! You have to see this!" She grabbed her arm and took one of those exaggerated breaths while looking at Kim - the kind that practically forces the viewer to take the same breath. Kell did, and the both dove under and swam for the passage. 

It all happened so fast that I was caught off guard. I gave them a few seconds to get clear and followed them under.

On the other side, I came to the surface and saw the two girls looking around in amazement. I had been shown the passage and the destination it lead to several years ago and had thought at the time that if I ever got back here, it would be a fantastic place to take a woman. 

We had arrived at probably the most secluded, spectacular beach there could ever be. It was a short strip of white sand the consistency of powdered sugar and was walled in on the South side by another cliff like the one we had just swum under. The beach ran up to a dense stand of palm trees that drooped lazily toward the water, providing just enough shade to keep things cool. It was like our own private paradise.

"Brad! Look at this sand - it's amazing!" Kelly was basically rolling around in it and pretty much looked like a powdered donut. 

"Hey Kell," Kim had found a nice spot under a palm tree a little further up the beach. "Fantasy Island!" 

Kelly stopped rolling around and looked at Kim. "Oooh, yeah! You're right!"

I had no idea what they were talking about. Yes, it was like a fantasy but it's like they were talking about something else. Kelly rinsed herself off in the water and came over to me. "Do other people come here?"

"I don't think many people know about it. When I was here last, nobody else was here. You have to know where it is and that passage is a pretty good filter for the casual tourist."

"So, umm, Kim and I kind of have this fantasy that we've always talked about," she started, "and this place is straight from it. Do you think you could help us live it?" She gave me the puppy dog eyes. How could I refuse? 

"Oh man. I'm about to go on a wild ride aren't I?"

"Yes, Brad. Yes I think you are." She grinned at me and told me what I needed to do.

Oh, Fuck.

Kelly looked up to Kim and gave her a thumbs up.

I headed down to the water.

The fantasy was that they were on vacation (check) and were lying out on the beach (yup, we can manage that) when a dashing stranger (that's me) mysteriously rises out of the water, comes ashore and ravishes them without saying a word. When he's finished, he just quietly disappears back in the water. 

Okay, it seems a little corny but most fantasies are when you really think about them. And I'll be damned if I'm going to make fun of it after just getting cast in the starring role. 

Kell wanted me to wait in the water for a bit and then just come ashore since I couldn't really just *appear* out of nowhere like in the fantasy but I had a better idea. I slipped underwater and swam back through the passage way, leaving them alone on the beach. 

I took my trunks off and stashed them behind a rock and waited in the water. I was supposed to wait to come ashore just long enough for them to pretend that they had been sunning themselves all day but I wanted to string them along for a "truer" affect.

After about 5 minutes, I took a big breath and swam under. I figured I would play the role to the hilt so I swam under water a little closer to the beach so that I could crouch just below the surface and slowly rise all the way up. I envisioned the Daniel Craig in the James Bond movie where he comes out of the surf with streaming and glistening off his muscles. I told you, I swear, I'm not gay but that scene was pretty hot - just sayin.

I figured that was about the look that the fantasy guy would have. 

I got to a good spot and slowly rose up out of the water - barely making a sound. Despite them knowing what was going to happen, I think I actually surprised them. I saw Kelly look at my face and then down my body and back up at my face. Her mouth opened slightly and I saw her take in a sharp, short breath. She seemed like she just melted.

I laid it on thicker, I locked my eyes alternately on Kelly and then Kim and slowly but purposefully, started moving towards them.

They were totally naked.

My cock twitched.

They were leaning back on their elbows. 

My cock grew.

As I came up to them, in one continuous motion I kneeled down and wedged in between Kelly's legs, came down on top of her and simultaneously stuck my tongue in her mouth and my cock in her cunt. A no hands insertion can be a tricky, dangerous stunt but I have to say, I nailed it. I felt another sharp intake of breath around my tongue as I pressed Kelly to the sand and I heard the same thing from Kim right next to us. 

I held my tongue in her mouth for a few more seconds and then rose up and pinned her shoulders to the beach. I locked onto her eyes and slowly pulled my cock away until just the tip was touching her pussy lips. 

I held it there. And looked in her eyes. 

There was no sound. 

Nothing existed except her and me.

I slid my cock slowly back into her and then slowly pulled out. 

I poised again at her lips, still locked on her eyes, still pinning her to the beach. 

I slid in again. And out again.

She was like liquid velvet. 

I slid in again a little faster this time. A little faster the next.

In a couple of strokes, I was pretty much slamming into her. Each time, gasped a breath out and then back in as I came up. 

I'm not exactly sure of the definition of "ravish" but I was taking my best shot at what I thought it was and I think it was working. 

I kept going harder and faster and just when I figured she was getting close to coming, I pulled out, crawled over her to Kim and stuck my cock in her mouth. I swung my left leg over her head, spread her legs apart, and buried my head in her snatch. 

I think she enjoyed what she had been watching because she was totally wet. I slid my tongue down along her clit and jammed it in her cunt as she sucked my cock. She tried to get her head moving up and down on my shaft but I just drove her head back down on the beach so all she could do was hold it there and swirl her tongue around it. 

I pulled my head up and grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them back to me which raised her ass off the sand giving me better access to her asshole. I licked back and forth from her cunt to her ass, coating her and my face with her spunk. 

Kim was starting to breathe faster and faster as I basically rubbed my face in her cunt. When she got to a point where it seemed she was almost ready to come, I stopped. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, spun around and plunged it into her cunt. I reached over to Kelly, grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head, and pulled into a slimy, three-way face licking. 

After a few pounding strokes into Kim which brought her to the brink again, I pulled out, stood up and, still with a handful of hair, shoved Kelly's mouth on my dick. 

I was totally in character now. I grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth like I had been slamming her cunt. I had a brief fear that I might be hurting her but she was taking everything I could throw at her so I said "fuck it" and kept banging. I don't really get into the choking scene you see a lot of in porn lately so I wasn't trying to do that but it felt what, primeval or something, to be just dominating this woman - both these women - like this.

I pulled out of Kelly's mouth and pushed her down on her back, on top of Kim. I moved to between their legs and forcefully arranged them so that they were lined up on their backs on top of each other so that I had two cunts to fuck just by moving up or down. 

Normally, sex on the beach, while sounding very romantic, is actually quite unpleasant. As anyone knows, beach sand gets everywhere and when it gets in the wrong places, it fucking hurts. This sand however, was truly like powdered sugar. Whatever sand got in the wrong place, simply mixed with the fluids that were already there and just made it a bit thicker - kind of like corn starch in a gravy!

I worked back and forth between both cunts - pounding them as hard as I possibly could. I brought both girls to the brink yet again and stopped yet again. I crawled forward, dragging my cock across Kelly's belly and up to their faces. They both attacked my dick and licked and sucked it for all they were worth. I slid back down and licked more slime off of their faces as I slid back into Kelly before starting the alternating pounding again. They were back to the brink again in no time and frankly, so was I. 

Just the admission to myself that I was that close, and the realization of the raw debauchery of this whole episode was all she wrote. I started pounding even harder.

I think Kim came first and that set Kelly over the edge which in turn pulled my last trigger. I let out a roar that echoed off the cliff walls and sounded like a fucking caveman and exploded into Kelly. After the second shot, I pulled out and slid my cock down, hammered it into Kim and exploded again. Both girls were moaning and writhing around on each other and against me in the slick that was between their legs. 

I continued to spurt a few more times and rammed my cock back into Kelly one last time. I felt like just slumping on top of them and lapsing into a coma but I needed to finish the fantasy. I wasn't quite sure my legs would actually work but I pulled out and rose up off the girls. I stood there looking at them and they looked up at me, still short of breath. I turned and walked slowly back into the water until it got to my neck and then I just slipped under and swam back through the passage to the other side. 

I popped up on the other side and gasped for air. Damn! Not only was that mind-blowing sex that was the best acting performance of my life! Okay, it was also the first acting performance of my life but I fucking owned that role! Hell yeah!




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 03



I collapsed on the beach and caught my breath before heading back to the "theater."

I popped up on the other side and it looked like the girls hadn't even moved. They were laying there sprawled on top of each other just like I'd left them. I walked up to them. "You two okay?"

Kelly's eyes fluttered open. "Oh my god Brad," was all she could muster.

Kim didn't even bother to open her eyes. "Well, you've pretty much ruined every other fantasy I've had or will have for the rest of my life." She smiled. 

Kelly opened her eyes again. "I had a brief thought that maybe I shouldn't ask you to do this. You know how real life can never live up to a fantasy that you cooked up in your head to be perfect? That was better than anything I could have dreamt."

I lay down next to her in the soft sand and looked up at the blue sky.

She rolled her head onto my shoulder and arm and whispered in my ear, "I love you."



The Mystic Adventure Ch. 04



(This is part 4 of the Mystic Adventure. It doesn't really stand on it's own so please consider reading from part 1.)

We lay there a bit longer as the girls recovered their senses and I tried to figure out how my life had changed so utterly and completely during the last few days. 

I thought back to the morning of the drive to the airport and how I felt somewhat lost without "you know who". I had dreaded the process of tying up loose ends and then trying to meet a new person. The process of finding out if two people are compatible and could get along through all the little challenges of a relationship can be exciting but daunting as well. I remember thinking that I would just cool it for awhile. 

Yeah, I don't think this quite fits the definition of "cooling it". 

I looked over at Kelly. She was looking at me.

"You're thinking you should have left me at that Cruise counter aren't you?", she grinned.

Fuck. It's like she can look straight into my head, see exactly what I'm thinking, and then come up with a quip that sums up a feeling I've been working on shaping for how many minutes, by saying just the opposite. 

I rolled over onto her and kissed her with as much passion as I could possibly muster. I had that feeling again. That feeling of just wanting to "absorb" her or something. Our bodies were fully pressed together but I couldn't seem to get close enough to her. I wanted to melt into her somehow. 

I caught a breath by just opening my mouth a bit but still basically keeping it on hers, "Yeah, big mistake", I mumbled. "I shoulda kept walking."

She grinned around my mouth and pulled me tighter - like she was trying to get closer to me. 

"God. You two are sickening." We looked over at Kim. She still had her eyes closed and was trying to give us shit but she broke into a grin, betraying her sarcasm. 

Kelly gave her a playful punch in the arm. "Watch it sister, I *am* still letting you play with my toy you know."

"Oh, he's *your* toy now?" Kim was still smiling.

Hmm. I was a "Boy Toy" now? How cool is that? 

Kelly looked back at me and her face suddenly got serious. "Yes, he is." 

Head. Spinning. 

She had done it again. I thought I had prepared myself for her devilish attacks on my heart but clearly, I hadn't. She had distracted me with her playful banter and, when I wasn't looking, sliced me open and climbed inside in one masterful stroke. 

Even though I was laying on top of her, I could feel my knees get weak. I felt it throughout my whole body actually. I looked deeply into her bright blue eyes and saw them well up with tears. She lifted her head up and kissed me and pretty much fucking merged our soles. 

I think this is where the term "head over heels" came from. I felt like one of those guys in a cheesy sci-fi movie when he's falling through some sort of time warp. I didn't know which way was up and which way was down. I just knew that I was tumbling into a heavenly oblivion.

I'm not sure how long I fell but at some point, we disengaged and looked over at Kim. 

She was just staring at us. "Fuck. Me."

I guess a little bit of what was happening on the inside of us was conveyed to the onlooker on the outside.

Kelly switched gears again. "Yeah, I'll still let him fuck you but no more quips about us being sickening - got it?", she said matter-of-factly, but playfully.

"OK Boy Toy, you're crushing me." She pushed me off of her and sat up. I lay on my back in the sugary sand. 

Kelly looked over at me, "I hate to leave this place but don't we have reservations for dinner at the the Bitter Pill Yacht Club or something Brad?"

I laughed at her "accidental" screw-up of the name. "It's the Bitter *End* Yacht Club you goof. It's a quick sail up to Gorda Sound. We should be fine but we should be going."

The girls grabbed their clothes and waded out into the water to wash the sand off before putting their things back on. We swam back through the tunnel to the other side and made our way over the rocks and back to the dink on the beach. 

On the ride back to the boat, Kelly slid her hand over to mine and grabbed hold. It was very sweet and touching. She looked over to see Kim looking at us again. 

"Not a word Kim", Kelly said before Kim even had a chance to *think* of anything to say. Kim just smiled and shook her head. 

We got back to the boat and the girls hosed themselves off with fresh water on the transom platform while I started getting things ready for the trip up and around the top of Virgin Gorda to Gorda Sound and the Bitter End. 

There were quite a few boats anchored off the Baths and I was looking around to figure out the best way to maneuver out after raising the anchor.

"Kell, hand me the binoculars." Among the boats arriving at the beach hunting about for a spot, I saw a boat that looked familiar. Kelly handed me the binocs and I tried to get a look at the name of the boat. "Razor," I said. "Steve's here."

"Ooh," Kim perked up, "let's call him on the radio and see if he wants to have dinner with us!"

"Actually, I have a better idea," I said.

"Let's let him get anchored and then you guys put on your skimpiest suits and take the dink over and ask him to put suntan lotion on you. Tell him you asked me but I didn't want to get my hands greasy. You'll blow his mind."

"I think Kim might blow something else," Kelly winked at Kim who seemed to be almost licking her lips at the thought.

"You're bad Brad," Kim said, "but I like the way you think."

The girls went below to get on even smaller suits than they already had on and I tried to stay out of view in case he happened to scan the other boats just like I did. As I watched him anchor, I noticed that his buddy just seemed to be sitting in the cockpit, not doing anything to help. Steve was running back and forth between the helm at the stern and the anchor at the bow - practically killing himself to get the boat anchored by himself. Steve did a great job getting the anchor set though and I was impressed by his seamanship. 

Once he was settled, I called to the girls down below to see if they were ready. 

They were ready.

As they came up the companionway stares, my jaw dropped again. I didn't think it was possible to have so little fabric be involved in a bathing suit. I instantly knew that they were wearing suits from Micro Kitten which are widely known as pretty much the smallest suits there can possibly be. The tops were thin strips of sheer fabric that barely covered their nipples and nothing else. Kim's was lime green and Kelly's was white. The bottoms were so small that even though their pussy hair was trimmed to almost nothing, it still peeked out of the top of the suit. 

"Oh my fucking god," I said as they came into the cockpit. "This may not be such a good idea. I don't think it's healthy for a man to have virtually all of his blood rush to his dick at once. You two are going to kill him."

They laughed as they adjusted the little straps and patches of fabric. 

"Not much left to the imagination is there," Kelly said as she looked down at her own crotch and tried to keep the fabric from being sucked into her cunt. 

"I can imagine plenty." I handed them a hand-held radio that I had set to channel 8. "I've set this to continually transmit. I want to hear everything so keep it close to you if you can.

"Take the dink forward from here first, then over to his boat and then back to his stern so he doesn't see you until you get there. This is going to be awesome."

I helped the girls into the dink and it was all I could do not to attack them right there. They were impossibly hot in those suits. Frankly, I was a little jealous that they were wearing them for Steve and not for me. Yeah, like I've suffered so much on this trip...

Just before Kelly got into the dink, she stopped and turned to me. She put both her hands on my face and kissed me tenderly. It was like "Ok, pause the slut act, yeah, I'm still totally into you, I'll be back after I finish this little diversion," kind of thing. By now, I was feeling like I could completely tell every little meaning in these things she did and that's exactly what she meant with that kiss. 

It felt good.

She hopped in the dink and they headed off for the show. 

I turned on my radio and could hear them fairly well even over the din of the engine. I knew it would be fine once they turned it off at Steve's boat. 

I looked over at Razor to see if Steve might spot them coming but he was busy in the cockpit and would disappear below from time to time bringing back food or drink for his buddy. The girls quickly made their way over and then cut the engine back to approach quietly. They pulled up to the stern and cut the engine. 

"Hello! Anybody home?" I had the binoculars out and saw Steve's buddy look up and see the girls climbing out of the dink. I swear, the beer he was holding actually fell out of his hand as he stared at them, frozen with the view. 

"Whoever it is, come on aboard," I heard Steve's voice and then saw his head pop up out of the cabin. 

"Holy fuck."

"Hi Steve! We thought we saw you come in," Kim said as she came forward. As Steve came up from the cabin, she walked right over to him, wrapped her arms around him, and smashed her face onto his."

After a few seconds, she pulled back. "You remember us from the dock right?" 

"Yeah sweetie, I think I remember you quite well. Where's Brad?" He started looking around but Kim grabbed his head.

"Aw, don't worry about him. We were going to lay out and get a tan but Brad didn't want us getting the deck all oily. He's such a poop. Can we use yours?"

I looked back at Kelly who had discreetly put the hand-held radio in a drink holder in the cockpit so that I could pick up all the action. Good girl.

She went over to Steve's buddy, "It looks like you dropped your beer. Let me get that for you." She bent over his lap to reach down to the cockpit floor to reach the beer can rolling around there. Of course, this put her ass, which was basically only covered by a string, right in his face. 

"You bet you can sun bathe on my dick, deck. Anytime you want ladies."

"Would you put the lotion on us too? We can't reach everywhere it needs to go."

Oh yeah, baby. Lay it on thick.

Steve was starting to chuckle, now starting to realize that this was a game they were playing. He looked up again; scanning the surrounding boats and quickly saw me sitting on deck with the glasses on him. He gave me the "You!" point and a thumbs up, which I gave back. 

"Hi Steve, I'm Kelly. I know you already know Kim. Who's your friend? He seems a little tense."

"Hello Kelly. You, both of you, are absolutely stunning. I can't believe Brad lets you off the boat. 

"This is Jerry. He's an old friend from way back. Still kind of struggling with your sea legs aren't ya Jerr?" 

Jerry didn't say anything. I think was still in shock at the exposed girl flesh that was 6 inches from his face. 

Kelly sat down next to him and put her arm around him and gave him a hug. This, of course, caused her tits to be smashed into his chest. "Aw, I'm sorry to hear that Jerry. I'm sure you'll be fine. You don't mind if we sun bathe on your boat do you?"

Jerry just stared at her tits and slowly shook his head in reply. 

Kelly popped up and put her arms around Steve and gave him a quick hug and kiss. "It's great to meet you Steve. Will you do us? With the oil?" 

Man, she's good.

"Oh darlin', I would be honored to do you, with oil," Steve said as he followed them up on deck. 

They both lay down on the towels they brought and handed Steve the oil. They were on their stomachs and Steve started rubbing oil on their backs. I couldn't really hear very well since the radio was back in the cockpit but I could see them pointing to where he missed a spot. I could see Steve hesitate after he had done their backs and legs. The only spot "undone" were their asses. Kim raised her head and looked back at him and pointed to her butt. That was all Steve needed and he went to work oiling up their asses. 

Kim reached over to Kelly and untied her top. She motioned for Steve to do her back again and then untied her own top and lay back down. When Steve had finished their backs, they rolled over onto their backs for the front side application. Of course, with their tops untied, they "accidentally" got twisted as they rolled. Kim reached over to Kelly and pulled her top all the way off and then pulled her own off as well. I saw Steve just sit down and look over at me and shake his head. Yeah, welcome to my world buddy.

Steve hesitated again, not knowing whether to apply the oil to the front or not. Clearly, they could reach everyplace they needed themselves but that wasn't really the game was it? I saw Kim make a gesture that said "Well?", and Steve poured more oil in his hand. He started on Kim's belly and slowly moved up toward her tits. He finally gave a "what the fuck" shrug and went to it. He added more oil and worked it in slowly, making sure to get every inch covered. He moved back down to her belly and then down lower. Her suit was so small that he practically had to finger her to get all the exposed areas covered with oil. She spread her legs just slightly to make sure he could get his hands where they needed to go. 

Steve repeated the same process with Kelly and then the girls rolled back over. Steve sat there for a few minutes and then I saw Kim point back to the cockpit. Steve got up, went back to the cockpit and picked up the handheld radio Kelly had left there. Kim had obviously told him to use it to talk to me. 

"Hey man, you there?"

"Yeah, how's it going Steve? Having a nice vacation?"

"I am now Brad. I owe you one buddy."

"Nah, I owe you. I didn't want them messing up my deck with all that oil. I'm glad to be rid of them."

"Yeah right!" We both laughed at the last remnants of the game we were playing.

"How's Jerry doing? He doesn't look like he's having much fun."

Steve looked over at Jerry who was simply staring at the two girls laying on the foredeck. "I'm afraid he's not. He's feeling sick and talking about heading home early so I may have to cut short this trip and ferry him back to Road Town so he can catch a flight home."

"Man that sucks. He just looks like he needs to loosen up a little bit. I bet if he keeps watching what the girls are doing on the foredeck, he won't want to go home so badly."

Steve looked over at Jerry again and followed his gaze up to the bow. The girls were essentially writhing all over each other in hot oil. Kim was on top of Kelly straddling her and mashing her tits into Kelly's face. This forced her ass up in the air as Kelly tried to fit a fourth finger in Kim's exposed snatch. 

Kim slid down to put her face in Kelly's cunt and started lapping at her cunt. After a few licks, she slid back up to Kelly and stuck her tongue in her mouth. Well, I guess that's just a variation on my pussy to mouth fantasy. It's minus the dick - my dick - but smokin' hot just the same. 

Kim then spun around and stuck her head between Kelly's legs again. She paused, looked up at Steve and Jerry, and then went back to licking the fuck out of Kelly's cunt. She spun around again and mashed her face and tongue back into Kelly's. 

"Jesus Christ," Steve muttered, his finger still frozen on the transmit button of the radio.

I swung the glasses back and saw that Steve and Jerry were standing, mesmerized by what was happening on deck. 

I swung the glasses back to the girls in time see them both apparently reach a mind-bending orgasm. They slid up next to each other and kissed and caressed each other, then fell back exhausted. 

After a few minutes, the girls got up and headed back to the cockpit (how aptly named just about now huh?). Steve still had his finger on the transmit button so I heard the whole conversation.

"Well, we've had enough sun for now. Thanks for letting us use the deck. I don't think we got too much oil on it." Kim reached up to Steve and gave him what looked like a deep, tongue thrashing kiss which, no doubt, tasted like the woman I was in love with. Hmm. Yeah, that felt good to say - in a strange sort of way. 

They were carrying their tops so they were basically totally naked as they headed back to the dink tied up at the stern. Kim turned to Steve before she got in.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Brad has reservations at a place called the Bitter End Yacht Club for dinner tonight. We're getting ready to head up there. Do you want to join us? We'd love it if you came."

"I just about did already darlin'." The girls cracked up and I even think I heard Jerry give a chuckle as well. Maybe that *did* loosen him up a little...

Steve looked over at Jerry, "Well, you feelin' up for that or do you need to get back?"

It was the first words I'd heard Jerry say the entire time. "I think that sounds like a good idea."

Yeah, no shit it does, huh Jerry?

"Excellent." Steve looked over at me and then down at the radio and realized he'd been transmitting the whole thing. 

"Can you add two more to the reservation Brad? We'd love to join you if you'll have us."

"Already did Steve. I didn't really think you would turn us down. The reservations are at 9:00. How about if you guys come over to Mystic at 8:00 for cocktails and then we'll head to the Yacht Club from there?"

"You are the man Brad. Don't bring any money. This one is on me."

"We'll see you at 8:00."

The girls got in the dink and headed back to the boat. They didn't even bother putting their tops on at this point so they gave a pretty good show to anyone who might have noticed them zipping over. 

I helped them into the boat, ogling them all the while.

"Oh man, that was fun!," Kim said jumping up and down. Damn, I hate it when she does that. 

"Yeah, you two looked like you enjoyed your sun bathing session," I joked. 

Kim grinned at me.

"Jerry looked like he was going to pop a gasket," I said.

"He's actually kind of cute," Kelly said. "I think he just needs to let go. He needs a Pact like we have."

"Well, I noticed he went from being ready to go home to being ready to party with you two after seeing the hot oil wrestling so maybe he can relax."

"I bet we can loosen him up can't we Kim?" She winked at Kim and grinned again at me. 

The thought of her making out with Jerry was kind of conflicting for me. I felt sort of possessive of her now after what had been happening over the last few days. But it was also kind of exciting to think of watching her with someone else. Frankly, I had no right to hold her back from anything after what I had done with Kim under her eyes so yeah, fuck, this could be interesting. 

Jesus, this could turn into a full out orgy given the way things have gone. Yes, I know, you thought of it first little buddy. I can tell.

It's kind of weird, I like seeing cocks when I watch porn. I'm not gay but, while girl-girl stuff is hot, I still like seeing a dick, or five, in there banging the shit out of the girls. I guess it could be the same thing in real life but it still seemed like it would be weird.

Why do I feel like I'm going to find out in a few hours?

The girls went below and put on slightly more modest suits for the sail up the coast. They then went up on the bow to get the anchor up and we motored out to put the sails up. It was an easy reach North to the top of the island and then a quick tack to head back down the channel into the harbor. 

Gorda Sound is a busy place and there were lots of boats on moorings scattered throughout the harbor. You can't anchor in the harbor, you have to pick up a mooring and pay a nightly fee to the Harbor Master. In return, you can hail the water taxi to take you to and from your boat to the main dock. This is actually really nice since riding the dinghy to shore in your evening wear is rather inelegant.




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 04



I explained to the girls about picking up a mooring as we took the sails down and got the motor running. 

The mooring balls are basically just big floats the size of a basketball that are permanently anchored to the bottom - tied to a big block of concrete actually - and have another line attached to them that hangs down in the water. You have to approach the ball and snag the loose line with a boathook which can be tricky because it's slimy and wet. Hmm, the girls should have no trouble getting their hands on that...

Once you get the line on board, you just loop it over a cleat and you are done. Dropping the mooring is even easier. Nothing to haul up. Just untie the line and let it go.

I explained all this to the girls and, while it seems easy enough, it never is. The East side of the harbor is actually just a low sand spit that connects to a smaller island. It blocks the waves but the wind comes through unchecked. It changes direction as it bounces off the mountains on either side and blows around big boats that are going slowly, like they were toys. 

One of the fun things to do once you've picked up *your* mooring, is to sit in the cockpit drinking and laugh at other people as they try to pick up theirs. So, I was thinking about alternate plans if this didn't work out. I thought maybe I could give the helm to Kelly since she was pretty good at steering and I could go up on the bow myself to snag the line and get it on the cleat as quickly as possible. Hmm.

I spotted a ball that looked as good as any other and headed slowly to it. Without much speed, there isn't much water flowing past the rudder and the boat is very hard to control so you have to have some speed, which makes snagging the line that much harder. I pointed to the girls which one I wanted and had them get ready. Kelly got the boathook ready and Kim got ready to grab the line and make it fast on a cleat. As I got close to the ball, I could no longer see it so Kelly gave me hand signals to keep me on track. 

I saw her reach the hook into the water which was my cue to put the engine in neutral. After that, all I could see were perfect assess bending down and the girls fumbling around. After a few seconds, they both stood up and raised their hands in the air with a shout. 

Holy fuck! First try? I left the wheel and ran up to the bow to check what they'd done. 

Shit! "Come on. You've done this before right? Nobody picks up a mooring on their first try. Nobody."

"Well, I guess we're not nobodies then are we Brad?" Kelly gave me a hug and another of those sweet kisses that make my stomach tingle instead of my dick. 

"I guess not. Great job guys." I put my arms around both of them as we made our way back to the cockpit. 

"Well, I think we've done the stink part - I'm pretty ripe right now. And you two at least, have done the go naked part. I guess the next thing is to start drinking. We should have plenty of hot water for showers. Why don't you two go get cleaned up while I make some rum punch and snacks for our little cocktail party. I think we need to shower separately this time or we'll never be ready." 

They laughed and headed below while I tidied up lines and checked the weather. As I was getting ready to go below to make the punch, I saw Razor enter the harbor and drop her sails. I put the glasses on her and actually saw Jerry up and helping Steve with the sails. I swear, these girls must have magical powers. I shook my head and went below. 

The girls were out of the shower and I could smell the clean scent of soap and shampoo filling the air. Yum.

I made a pitcher of rum punch and cut up some cheese and fruit and set it up on deck and went below to shower and clean up.

It felt good to take a shower and wash the sweat and salt off and feel a bit more civilized. Once you give yourself over to it, it's fun to just be grimy and sweaty but it always feels good to clean up. Hot showers are one of mankind's greatest inventions.

The Bitter End is a pretty fancy place but in the tropics, even the fanciest places are relatively casual - for the guys at least. Suits are too hot so people end up with what is ironically a kind of Miami Vice look. As trite as it is nowadays in the States, it still works well in the islands. Nice light colored shirts and slacks is all it takes.

For the ladies though, they never seem to miss a chance to get decked out in their best stuff. As I came up on deck and got a look at Kim and Kelly sipping on drinks in the cockpit, I saw that they didn't miss this one either. 

Kim was wearing a light blue mini dress with spaghetti straps that held up drapes of satiny fabric. Kelly was wearing a classic "little black dress" that hugged her body and accentuated every curve. It had keyhole cutouts strategically placed to tease and temp the observer. 

They both got up as I came up and did a quick little modeling run - within the confines of the cockpit - that made my jaw drop. They were just stunningly beautiful and I had no words.

"Oh, you clean up nice," Kim said as she got a look at my Don Johnson duds. 

"Yummy Brad. Can I have you for dessert after dinner," Kelly said as she moved over and gave me a hug and a kiss.

"You two are spectacular."

"You like?" Kim did a little turn and I could see that the back of her dress - fuck, there was no back to her dress. It opened up down to the top of her ass and cut away on the sides such that you felt like if she turned fast enough, the fabric would pull away and expose her tits to the world. 

God, I had basically seen both of these girls totally naked over the course of the last few days but these dresses, with their teasing views and highlights were infinitely hotter that straight nakedness. 

Maybe. 

I think I'll have to do some additional research to completely verify that finding...

As I was admiring the girls, I didn't notice Steve and Jerry approaching in their dinghy until they pulled up to the stern swim platform. 

"Mother of God may we please come aboard?" Steve said all at once as his eyes drank in the two beauties.

"Hey Steve! Absolutely. Good to see you again. I guess you've met the girls."

"Yes, I had the pleasure of meeting them both again today you may recall. Frankly, I can't get the thought of them out of my head. Hello ladies."

"Hi Steve. Hope you had a good sail over." Kim went over and gave Steve a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Hi Jerry. You look like you're feeling better."

"Hi Kim. Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. I'm sorry I was such a weirdo today. It's a long story but I'm feeling better than I have in a long time."

"Oh I'm so glad. I was a little worried about you." Kim walked over and gave Jerry a hug and kiss on the cheek as well. 

We all relaxed on the cockpit cushions and got cups full of punch. The rum served to quickly loosen up the conversation and we easily talked about the islands, where we were from, and what our plans were. 

It turned out that Jerry's father was a very wealthy banker who was basically arranging Jerry's marriage to some socialite that would enable some business deal to go through. Jerry had no interest in the woman but couldn't find a way to tell his father. Despite the tropical paradise, he was mired in the inevitability of his future and couldn't enjoy it. 

"I know this sounds trite but to be honest, seeing you two on the deck today," he looked at Kim and Kelly, "the way you just didn't give a shit about anything else in the world or who might see you and make a comment, made me see how stupid I've been. I was actually ready to fly home and marry that woman today - knowing I'd be miserable but willing to sacrifice it for the good of the company. Fuck that shit. I've got to start thinking about me and what *I* want."

"Sometimes, you've just got to be selfish Jerry." Kim got up and walked over to him. She bent down and held his head in her hands and looked into his eyes. Jerry tried to look into her eyes but the fact that her tits were now hanging free in the loose dress made that physically impossible for him. It was a valiant effort but he failed miserably. 

Steve and I also failed miserably at trying not to look at Kim's ass as it was revealed from the other perspective. Kelly, sitting between us, patted our crotches lightly. "Down boys, this is a poignant moment."

"We've had the same kind of discovery in our short time down here too." Kim sat down next to him but was still looking him straight in the eye. "Life is too short to not be happy. You might lose all that money but it doesn't buy true happiness. It's a cliche but it's true I think." 

"Thanks Kim. I'm sure you're right."

"Cool. So let's have fun!" Kelly hopped up and went below for more punch. 

With Jerry loosened up so to speak, we talked about all kinds of things as we polished off another pitcher of punch. Rum punch is the standard party drink in the Virgin Islands and it goes down really easily - especially after a long day in the hot sun. 

At about 8:30, I got on the radio to the Yacht Club to request the water taxi to pick us up. Now I'm sure that the crew on the water taxi had seen all manner of women decked out in their finest getups but I could see their eyes light up as they pulled up alongside and caught a glimpse of the girls in their dresses. They practically fell over themselves to be the one to help Kim and Kelly from Mystic onto the taxi and then hovered over them on the trip to shore. 

As we walked into the restaurant, it was like a scene from a movie - the one where everything stops as the people turn and see the two beautiful women entering the room. It was actually kind of funny since after they peeled their eyes from the girls, they would look at us guys with a look that said "What the Hell are *you* doing with girls like that?"

Dinner was fabulous and we all seemed to gel as the meal progressed. Steve and Jerry were on cloud nine being in the company of the girls after having just themselves for the past few days. We were sitting in a horseshoe table with Jerry in the middle, the two girls on either side of him, and Steve and I on the ends. Jerry couldn't decide which girl to look at and, after a while, didn't even try to hide his staring at the tits that were flanking him. The girls poured it on too - leaning over him to taste somebody's drink or whatever. 

During the evening, we all found out about what we all did "in real life" as we called it, and it seemed like everyone was kind of "floating". Not really tied down to anything or anyone - with exception of Jerry, who was trying to figure out what he was going to do about his arranged marriage. 

Kim, never too far from the sex aspect, started the ball rolling. "Well, I hope at least the sex is good between you and your fiance."

Jerry just kind of shrugged, but didn't really say anything. 

Kim wasn't going to let that go. "Well?"

"It's okay", he said looking down.

"Okay? It should be nothing short of mind-blowing dude. How are her blow jobs? Any teeth?" 

Just then the waiter came by and just about dropped the the tray of salads he was carrying.

"Kim", I motioned her to keep her voice down just a bit. I didn't want to get thrown out before we'd finished our meal.

"Oh, sorry."

She wasn't going to let it go though. She looked back at Jerry and continued in a lower voice, "Well?"

Jerry was looking kind of uncomfortable. "She's not really into that kind of thing."

Kim's eyebrows raised. "She's not into blow jobs?"

"Not really."

"Well, what kind of sex does she like?"

"Like I said, she's not really into it all that much." 

Jerry was starting to sweat a little bit despite the air conditioning which earlier had caused the girls nipples to stand attention when we first sat down.

"Wait. She's not into sex at all?" Kim had shifted in her seat and turned towards Jerry in a full on interrogation.

"She thinks it's 'icky'."

Kim sat back in her seat as if she had been punched in the chest. She seemed to think for a minute - trying to wrap her head around that concept no doubt - and then sat forward again to continue the investigation that was baffling her.

"So, like, how many times a week *do* you have sex?"

Jerry looked up at her like she'd just asked "how many times to aliens visit your house each week".

"Per week?"

"Yeah, how often do you fuck her?" She paused briefly, "You *have* fucked her right?"

Jerry was now clearly under stress and I was thinking he might just bolt out of here and we'd never see him again. But just then, he relaxed and let out a big breath. Like he was deciding to just fuck it and come clean.

"Not exactly", he said, sitting back in his seat and poking at his plate. 

Kim just stared at him for awhile and then looked over at me with her eyes wide open. I just shrugged.

"Jerry, you've either dipped your willy in the honey pot or you haven't. There's no half-way."

Despite his duress, Jerry cracked a small smile at Kim's slang.

"Jerry? We need to know this." Kim was like an investigative reporter trying to find the source of the missing pension fund money.

"She's given me a hand... She will, like, uhh, fondle me sometimes while she's reading her email."

Oh shit. Look out Jerry, I thought. Kim is going to pop.

"She gives you hand jobs! While reading her email!"

Several of the other patrons glanced over and I motioned to Kim to try and keep it down.

Kim lowered her voice but was still incredulous. "Jerry, you are in your sexual prime. You should be boning the shit out of the person you are with."

"Well, like I said, it's kind of an arranged thing. She's okay looking and I wouldn't mind having sex with her, but I guess it's just not a big part of the relationship."

Kim sat back in her seat again, contemplating this new way of looking at sex that was so foreign to her. It was a little awkward, discussing Jerry's sex life - or lack thereof - in the restaurant.

Kim couldn't let it drop though. She sat forward again, and paused, like she was trying to find the right words to ask a delicate question. "Jerry...like...how many other relationships have you had? You've had sex with other girls right? I mean, I guess I don't understand how you can consider getting married to this woman when she's clearly not really that into you - or sex for that matter."

Kelly tried to come to Jerry's aid, "Kim, not everyone is quite as uninhibited as you are. Maybe Jerry and his fiancee are just taking their time to get to know each other first." She knew after the last words left her mouth how hollow it sounded and so did we all.

Jerry looked back at Kim and then Kelly, "Look, you girls are incredibly beautiful and sexy and I'm sure you have had plenty of boyfriends and relationships but it just hasn't happened that way for me. My social circle, as they say, is very structured. The girls I have dated, have always seemed to be interested more in my money and family than in me. Even if they were great looking, I could never get past the fact that they just had dollar signs in their eyes. As much as I may have wanted to "bone" them, I just couldn't get interested in someone I didn't respect."

Wow. Well played Jerry. Kim sat back in her seat again but seemed to be looking at Jerry in a different way. With more respect that just a few seconds ago when she thought he wasn't taking control of the situation perhaps?

Kelly reached over and gave Jerry a hug, "Aww, Jerry, that's so sweet and sad at the same time. I'm so sorry." She put her head on his shoulder.

I think Kim was feeling like she might have pushed a little too hard as well. She put her head on his other shoulder as well. "Sorry Jerry. I had no right to press you on that part of your life. It's clearly a different world from where I am and I know you are in a tough spot."

She reached up and kissed his cheek and said, "I'll make it up to you somehow."

Oh god... This should be interesting.

Right about then, the waiter brought our meals and we dug into lobster, steak, and all manner of wonderful food and wine. Jerry seemed to forget about the earlier questioning and started to enjoy himself. Of course, with two gorgeous women sitting next to him, and now fawning over him even more than they had been, it wasn't hard. 

Kim shared some of her lobster with him and when a bit of butter dripped down his chin, she instinctively reached up and licked it off. To her of course, this was no big thing. To Jerry however, I think that may have been more action than he'd had in the past few years. 

Oh Jerry. If you only knew what you were in for...

Throughout this whole episode, Steve had frequently looked over at me with a look that could only be described as "Holy fuck, holy fuck. You've had these girls to yourself for three days now? How can you walk? Holy fuck."

I think that's what he was saying anyway.

At some point in the evening during the conversation, somebody said it. I'm not even sure who it was but the words came out - "We should all just chuck it and move down here and run a bareboat charter company." 

Everyone kind of chuckled and said "Yeah, we should," and "That would be cool," in that joking way you do when it's a great idea but you'd never do it. But then we all went silent - each of us wondering if the others were actually serious. 

Jerry broke the ice. "What would it take?"

I looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, how much money do you think it would take to do something like that?"

I paused, wondering if he could possibly be thinking of actually doing this. Okay, just for shits let's see. 

"Well, you'd need a couple of boats at least to start, some dock space, an office. You could probably get some slightly used boats from the big charter operations that would be in pretty good shape."

I made some estimates and wild ass guesses and came up with about a million dollars to get started. 

"We should do it," he said.

"Uh Jerry, you can count us out," Kim said. "Remember, we didn't even have enough money for a hotel room so we had to stowaway on Brad's boat?" 

Hmm, yes, that actually worked out quite well didn't it - I thought to myself with a smile.

Jerry looked at each of us in a slow arc around the table. "Look, I've been wondering what I wanted to do with the money my Grandfather left me and I was thinking I would just be putting it back into my Dad's business but I think I've changed my mind.

"What if I financed this yacht charter business and you guys ran it? Brad, you and Steve seem to know all there is to know about boats and sailing and I kind of think the girls would probably make pretty good hostesses for crewed charters. Hell, just putting them on the brochure would guarantee a ton of business." 

Kelly punched him playfully in the arm and then kissed him on the cheek while I tried not to let my mind run away with itself. I looked at Steve who seemed to be doing the same thing. 

In all actuality, it was a stupid idea. None of us really knew the first thing about setting up a company - especially one in a foreign country. Practical me started ticking off in my mind, all the things that would be working against us. 

Still...

As if to seal the deal before we'd even really started, Jerry snatched the check when the waiter brought it and declared, "Our first business expense! We're on!"

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind. We found a bar on the beach and drank, danced in the moonlight, and talked about this plan that was seemingly forming by itself. I don't think anyone really took it seriously but it kept coming up in our conversations. 

Kim took turns dancing with Steve and Jerry (and eventually both of them together) but Kelly danced only with me. I told her I was willing to share her dances with the other guys but she just said "Nah, I think I just want to dance with you if you don't mind."




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 04



"I don't mind that one bit."

Slow dancing with a woman in a skin-tight mini-dress is agony and ecstasy. Your hands can't help but drop down to sneak a quick caress of her ass but you can't really just grope her on in front of the tourists. And when she pulls herself into you and her belly smashes up against your cock and she looks up at you with impossibly blue eyes, it's very difficult to resist the urge to tear her clothes off and fuck her right then and there. 

Somehow, I resisted but it was hard, very hard. And she knew it.

We walked along the sand back to the water taxi dock. 

Kim was sandwiched between Steve and Jerry, "You guys are up for a night cap back on Mystic right?"

She didn't really think they would refuse did she?

We got back aboard the boat and Kelly grabbed some punch from below.

We sat in the cockpit, Kelly and me on one side, and Kim between Steve and Jerry on the other. 

With the alcohol lubrication taking full effect, Kim managed to steer the conversation back to sex - Jerry's sex life to be exact. 

"So Jerr. I know you may not really want to get into this but I gotta know. How many girls have you slept with?"

Jerry pretty much resigned himself to telling all at this point, "Only one. It was my High School girlfriend. We did it at a drive-in movie in the car."

"Ooooh, kinky!", Kim said turning in tight for more details. 

"Did she sit on your cock in the driver's seat or did you do it in the back seat?" 

Jerry was momentarily taken aback by the frank sex talk and Steve was just staring at her with his mouth open. It all seemed natural to me at this point. Shit, how far I'd come in three short days.

"Umm, I don't remember. We were pretty scared so we kind of rushed through it. I think we did it in the back seat."

"Did she come?"

"Uhh, I don't know. Probably not."

"Oh Jerry. You've got some catching up to do." 

She turned to Steve, "How 'bout you big guy. Have you ever fucked a girl?" She grinned, figuring she already knew the answer to that.

"Yeah darlin', I've had my share. I'm not sure any of them were as incredibly sexy as you are though."

"Well thanks Steve-O. That's very nice of you to say. You're mighty handsome yourself there buddy. I bet you had to fight them off."

She turned back to Jerry. "Now, about that blow job. You do like the *idea* of a blow job right Jerr?" 

Jerry stammered. I'm sure he had been thinking something might happen tonight after all the teasing he had been getting but I don't think he was really prepared for what was shaping up. "Uhh, yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?", Kim looked into his eyes. "You guess you might like a blow job?"

Kelly smiled up at me and said quietly, "This is going to be interesting." 

"You mean here? Now? In front of everyone?"

"Aww, don't be shy Jerr. We're all friends right? Besides, once we get started, I imagine they will be joining in in one way or another anyway, right guys?" She looked over at Kelly and me. I just smiled and shrugged. 

Steve looked over at me, "Has she been like this for the last three days?"

"Yeah, she's uhh, a bit of a firecracker I'd say." 

Kim turned back to Jerry, "Okay Dude, let's see what we've got to work with here." She started unbuckling his pants and unzipping his zipper. 

Jerry didn't really know what to do but he wasn't fighting back. 

"Oh Jerry, you've been thinking about this haven't you?" She rubbed his cock as it grew in his underwear. She looked up at him and continued. "Now, there are certain techniques for a proper blow job. The first thing is that the girl has to be careful about dragging her teeth.."

"Kim!", Kelly interrupted, causing Kim to look over. "This isn't science class. You're taking the fun out of it. Just blow him already!"

Both Steve and I got a chuckle out of Kelly's "get to the action" admonition.

Kim looked back at Jerry with a questioning "Well?" 

Jerry just nodded his head. 

Kim didn't need any more prompting and deftly whipped his cock out of his shorts and engulfed his cock in one smooth motion. 

Jerry died and went to heaven.

"Oh fuuuck", he groaned as he rolled his head back. 

Kim slurped her mouth off his cock and looked up at him. "That doesn't feel good or anything does it Jerr?" 

"Holy shit Kim. You can do that some more if you want."

"Oh I can? That would be okay with you if I sucked your cock a little bit more? Like this?" She bent down to let him have another round. 

Jerry rolled his head back again, "Oh my god. That's feels...fuck."

In order for Kim to get her head down to Jerry's crotch, she had to pretty much slide her ass onto Steve's lap and now she was grinding it into his chest. To get an ever better angle on his dick, she got onto her knees on the other side of Steve so she was basically kneeling across his lap. A little puff of warm breeze blew what little of her dress that was covering her ass, up even higher, exposing a blue thong to Steve's gaze. 

Steve wasn't really sure what to do about the woman in his lap and the ass in his face. Was this Jerry's time or could he play too? He brought his hand up but couldn't decide if he should caress Kim's ass or not. 

I looked down at Kim who had stretched her legs out and snuggled in closer with her head on my chest as I reclined on the seat cushions. She looked up at me with another dazzling smile. Yeah, this was going to be a fun show. 

Kim must have somehow sensed Steve's indecision. Or, just wondered why it was taking him so long to start groping her. She slurped her mouth off Jerry's cock once more and looked back over her shoulder at Steve looking at her ass.

"You can tap that if you want Steve-O." 

Steve looked at her like "really?"

Kim just nodded and went back to work on Jerry's cock.

Steve started sliding his right hand along Kim's perfect butt and reached under her dress to catch some tit with his left. Jerry meanwhile, was alternately rolling his head back and looking back down at Kim licking and sucking the fuck out of his dick.

Kim again pulled her mouth off of him and turned herself around to face Steve. "Dude. drop those pants. Do I have to do everything?" She did another of her pattented de-belting and un-zippering moves and had Steve's dick out and in her mouth before he even knew what hit him. 

Now it was Steve's turn to roll his head back and start groaning. Jerry now had Kim's ass in his chest and her belly smashing his slippery dick. She reached back with one hand and started pulling down one side of her thong and then motioned for Jerry to pull it the rest of the way off. 

Once they were off, Kim, with her ass in Jerry's lap, spread her legs a bit, inviting Jerry to explore. 

Kelly looked up at me again, "Want to join in?"

"I'm kind of enjoying the show. Want to just watch?"

"You mind if I watch with your cock in my mouth?"

"Well, if you must." I said in my sarcastic voice. 

She giggled and rubbed my crotch. "Yeah, you *do* like to watch don't you?"

She managed to wrangle my cock from my pants and lowered her head down to my stomach so she could suck and look at the threesome on the otherside of the cockpit at the same time. 

She started with little flicks and licks, just teasing me a little but then went to full on sucking. It sounds funny to describe it but it was like a casual blow job. She wasn't going after it to try to get me to come - just nice easy pleasure to add to the pleasure of watching the others.

Of course, my hand went down her exquisite back, over her butt, and down to the edge of her dress which had by now, creeped up to the bottom of her ass. Oh man, that is mega sexy. Having my fingers inches from her cunt and asshole while she's licking my cock. Fuck.

I looked over at Jerry who seemed to be a couple of knuckles deep into Kim's snatch. He was looking at Kelly sucking my cock and then looked up at me looking at him. I raised my eyebrows in a look of "Pretty crazy huh?" He just smiled and shook his head. Fuck man, his fiancee didn't have a chance anymore.

Kim pulled her mouth off of Steve and gave him a kiss. "Want to try the other end again? I think Jerry's got me lubed up a bit. Your cock would probably slide right in now. What say?" They both smiled at her over-the-top slut act but nobody wanted to stop the game just yet.

She turned back around to face Jerry while Steve got out of his pants and up on his knees behind her. Jerry was holding his slimy fingers in the air not quite sure what to do with them. 

Kim looked at him and then back at his fingers. "You're supposed to lick that off. Like this." She sucked his fingers into her mouth and licked each one clean and then reached up and stuck her tongue in his mouth. 

Jerry was stunned but quickly grabbed the back of her head and mashed their faces together even harder. After a few seconds, they separated for breath. 

"Yeah?" she said.

Jerry nodded and Kim went back to work on his dick.

She lurched forward and let out a groan around Jerry's cock as Steve slammed into her from behind. 

Kelly pulled her mouth off my cock and whispered up to me, "she's going to alternate back and forth sucking one while the other fucks her huh?"

"Looks like it."

"Kind of like the pussy to mouth action that you like so much huh?"

"I do rather like that. I didn't know you knew. Did I tell you that or is that a guess?"

"We girls have ways of telling what turns our men on. I think I figured it out pretty quickly."

First I'm her Boy Toy and now I'm her man. I guess the hook is pretty much set isn't it. Funny, how it's not painful at all. No, it's not painful at - Oh, man, Kelly had resumed sucking my cock - all.

I looked over at Steve who was still slamming into Kim's cunt. A few seconds later, Kim pulled away from him and turned herself around again - just as Kelly had predicted. 

She looked back at Jerry, "Get up on your knees and get that dick of yours in me Bucko. You're getting the full treatment tonight."

Jerry got out from under her legs and looked around. I saw him reach the "fuck it" point and drop his pants and kneel between Kim's spread legs. She had Steve's dick in her hand but was still looking back at Jerry to make sure he got started.

"Do I have to send Kelly over there to help you get - Ahhh, yeah. I guess not. Start pounding Sport. I've got a cock to suck over here."

She looked up at Steve, "You know, if I lick the slime off of your cock right now and then put my tongue in your mouth, it's almost be like eating me out. Interested?"

"Fuck yeah little lady." Steve barely got the words out before Kim's mouth was wrapped around his cock. She sucked for a few strokes and then pulled off his dick and went after his mouth. Yeah, that's pretty fucking hot. 

I looked back at Jerry who seemed to be experimenting with different stroking speeds. Actually, he was probably just trying not to come. I was surprised he had lasted this long given how pent up he must have been. 

Speaking of coming, Kelly was still working on my dick and that, combined with the porno happening a couple of feet away was taking me closer. My fingers had managed to slip over the edge of the back of her dress to find her thong. It was doing a very bad job of containing the wetness that was being generated. The fact that what she was doing to me made her wet as well was a double turn on. 

I slid her thong aside and slipped my fingers into her cunt. God I love that feeling. I pulled them out and slicked up her asshole as well and just played back and forth between her cunt and ass. Velvet.

Kim pulled away from Jerry and turned around again to face him. This time, it wasn't his fingers that were slimy, it was his dick. Kim didn't waste time with explanations, she just sucked him clean and then tongue lashed his face. 

"That's what pussy tastes like Champ but you should try a more direct approach."

She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and pointed to her snatch. Jerry didn't need any more prompting. He stretched out along the cushions and dove in head-first. Kim leaned her head back and opened her mouth for Steve's cock. 

Kelly had pretty much stopped sucking me and was watching the others intently. 

"Pretty hot huh?", I whispered.

She looked back up at me and nodded vigorously. "I've never done it with two guys before. Damn, that's...fuck."

"You want to join in?"

"Nah, I'll just watch but sometime, maybe. We'll see."

Before I had time to really think about this, I heard Steve start to breath louder - the unmistakable sound of a guy getting real close.

Kim spit his cock out and said "Not yet." She sat up and pulled Jerry up to her. She positioned him sitting on the cushions, swung her leg over him to face him, and sat down on his cock. She started sliding up and down and back and forth on his dick causing him to roll his head back again and let out a guttural groan.

She reached over to Steve and pulled him over to her and opened her mouth - this apparently, the universal slut signal to "stand up and stick your dick in my mouth". Steve was happy to oblige.

Kim was bucking like a bronco and sucking the crap out of Steve and it was pretty clear that somebody was going to blow at any minute - myself included.

Steve started first. His breath quickened again and he started groaning more. Kim pulled him out of her mouth and jacked him with her left hand while holding on to Jerry's shoulder with her right. 

She turned to look at Jerry, "You get front row at the cumshot Chief. Steve here is just about ready and when he comes, it's going to be a pretty big blast I bet. He's a pretty big boy and he's -"

Bamm! The shot hit her in the face like a train. She turned her mouth back to it in time to take the next one in the back of the throat. She closed her mouth to swallow that one and was hit in the nose with the next one. She continued to jack the spunk out of him, letting it drip off her chin and onto her tits. 

That was enough for Jerry. He leaned back and hammered his cock up into Kim, lifting her off the deck. He let out a primeval groan that probably woke everyone in the harbor. He came back down and then immediately drove himself and Kim up again. And again. And again. 

Kim continued to ride him up and down, hanging onto his shoulders for dear life and mashing her tits in his face. I could see come oozing out of her cunt as she continued to ride up and down.

Kelly had been jacking me slowly while watching the other and this, and my fingers in her butt was sending me... Oh, fuck.

Kelly felt my dick pulse in her hand but she wasn't quick enough to get her mouth back on me so I hit her in the cheek. She took the next shot in the mouth and then engulfed my spurting fountain for the rest. When I stopped, she pulled me out and used my cock to wipe all the spunk on her cheek into her mouth for a final clean up. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs to give my fingers easy access to her cunt. I smeared my hand all over her cunt and clit and started rubbing. It didn't take her long to start bucking and writhing and finally convulsing into an intense orgasm herself. 

Kelly lay there catching her breath and I looked over at the others. Jerry was finally cooling down after having his world rocked by Kim the Super Slut and Steve had sat back down and was leaning against the bulkhead. 

Jerry looked at Kim who was grinning from ear to ear. I think she liked the idea of being his sex teacher - introducing him to the Kinky Kim School of Debauchery. I'm quite sure he enjoyed being a student at that institution. 

"Damn Jerr. You just about pitched me over the side! I guess it felt pretty good?"

"Holy shit Kim. You are incredible. I don't think.... It was.... Fuck."

Jerry was having trouble with complete sentences. I think I've been there too. These girls can do that to you.

"Yeah, I got a little carried away. Sorry 'bout that. You okay over there Steve-O?"

"Damn Kim." Steve wasn't exactly quoting Shakespeare either.

Kim looked back over her shoulder at Kelly and me. Me with my dick out and Kelly with her legs still spread and my hand in her snatch. "Looks like you two joined the fun too. Cool! Everybody got some!"

I caught her eye, "I'm sure you wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight if we hadn't."

She laughed, "Probably not."

She finally pulled herself off of Jerry's cock, "God, I'm a sticky mess. I'll be right back."

She got up and went below but was back in a few seconds with some warm washcloths. She handed one to Kelly and to Steve and then personally helped Jerry clean up. 

I think Jerry was now in a coma. He was just laying back on the cushions, not moving much. 

After the food, the drinking and oh yeah, the sex, we were all pretty dead.

"Steve, we've got plenty of room. Why don't you guys just crash here for the night."

"Thanks man, that sounds good. I think I'd have to carry Jerry back. He looks like he's out."

Jerry didn't move or open his eyes. He just mumbled, "I'm still alive. Barely."

Kim looked over at me, "Brad, you think you and Kell could take the Starboard stateroom and I could umm, bunk with these guys?"

Jesus Christ, she was going to kill them. I shrugged, "Sure."

Kelly was almost asleep so I picked her up and carried her below and put her on my bed. I helped her out of her dress and got her under the sheets. Fuck, she was so gorgeous and smooth. If I wasn't so tired... Shit.

I tore myself away and went back up to help get Jerry down below. He was so dead that I didn't think even Kim would be able to get anything out of him tonight. Steve, on the other hand, might be ready for another round...

I went back to the cabin and Kelly and climbed in next to her. It was weird getting into bed with her. It felt like another milestone ticked off. Man, I could totally see myself doing this for another hundred years. Yeah.

I looked at her sleeping. God she was beautiful. I turned out the light and looked at her for a few more minutes until I started fading. I leaned over and kissed her on the nose and she smiled a little tiny smile. 

I leaned back on the pillow. Yeah. And went to sleep.



The Mystic Adventure Ch. 05



[This is part 5 of the Mystic Adventure series. Thanks to all the people who have commented and rated the previous installments so highly. If you are new to the series, please consider starting at part 1 since the various parts don't necessarily stand on their own.]


I gradually became aware of the clanking of the halyards on the mast and realized that, once again, I'd slept more soundly than I ever had on a boat. And, once again, I had that slight panic that I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I looked to my left to see Kelly, looking like a centerfold with the sheets artfully arranged to seductively cover her but give a hint of the sexiness that was just beneath.

There was that feeling again. It was a totally hot scene but I found myself wanting to simply drink her in and just *be* with her.

Right. There was still a part of me - a growing part of me - that wanted to pull the sheet down past her ass and slide my hand between the cheeks. Focus man. Even though we were on a mooring, I really should get up and check our situation.

I got out of bed as quietly as I could, pulled on some shorts and went topside. The day was glorious already - as usual, and everything was fine. Exhale.

I went back below and made coffee. I had no idea where Kim and the guys were but I made enough for everyone and went back up on deck to sit and enjoy the morning.

Kelly was the first one to join me on deck. She had pulled on a tank top that ended about halfway down her belly, and a pair of bikini bottoms that only left a little to the imagination. She stood, framed in the companionway, smiling at me, turning me into mush yet again.

She came over to me and, just as naturally as you please, climbed on top of me. "Morning."

She smelled delicious. "Morning Kell."

As she sat straddling me, she looked up and around the harbor, taking in the serenity and beauty. I, with my face in her chest, took in her smell, her tits, and the feel of her back and ass as my hands traveled up and down. She pulled back and looked at me, then grabbed my head - not the one straining in my pants - and kissed me in another one of those kisses that she does.

I heard someone coming up the companionway and looked over to see Kim, pulling a T-shirt over her bare tits as she came on deck. She was wearing a tiny little micro-kitten bikini bottom that barely covered her. A couple of days ago, I would have done a double-take and my jaw would have hit the floor. Now, it's just Kim in yet another sexy outfit. Fuck.

"Hey guys. Some night huh?" She took in the breaking morning and didn't wait for a reply. "Wow, I think it's even more beautiful in the morning."

"Hey Kim. There's some coffee if you want." I pointed to the pot on the cockpit table.

She poured herself a cup and sat down. "Well, what's next Brad? How are you going to top this?"

Kelly snickered, "I think you are providing the entertainment Kim. Frankly, I'm a little worried how you might top yourself!"

Kim smiled and looked down demurely, "I know. Shit." She looked back up, "I've always been kind of wild but this place just amplifies everything you know? I should probably try and tone things down a little."

"Don't listen to Kell. I, for one, would love to see what you can do to top yourself."

Kelly punched me in the arm.

Kelly looked over to the companion way, peering in, "So are Steve and Jerry still alive or did you fuck them and eat them?"

Kim spit her coffee back in her cup and chuckled, "I swear, they were both still alive when I left them."

On cue, Steve climbed up from below and poked his head into the sunshine. He looked at the two girls in their skimpy outfits and, no doubt, replayed last night's escapades. "So, let me get this straight. Did we, or did we not, all perish in a freak storm and this is all just a dream."

Kim started talking in an ethereal voice, "Well Steve, what is reality anyway? Who can say what is real and what is imagined? Maybe we are all part of the dreams of some larger consciousness who..."

I threw a small cockpit cushion at her - being the first only because I was closest to one.

We all broke out laughing. It was just a small example of how we all seemed to be on the same wavelength and were able to tease each other and feed off of each other's comments and humor.

Kim moved over to Steve and wrapped her arms around him. I couldn't really see but from past experience, I'm assuming she stuck her tongue down his throat. He reached down and cupped her ass in his large hands in response.

"Coffee Steve?" Kelly said matter-of-factly. I cracked up. It was the perfect non sequitur. Like a porn parody where Marsha Brady is getting pounded by the Star Quarterback and ponders, "Do you think I should wear the red dress or the green dress to the prom?" - or something like that.

Steve and Kim got the humor as well and broke off to join in the laughter.

"What's so funny?" Jerry, looking like he'd been through that freak storm that killed us all, crawled up the companionway steps.

"Jerry!!" we all shouted.

"Dude. How you feelin'?" He had that "ridden hard and put away wet" look that I usually associate with women who have been well and truly fucked the night before.

I guess it can apply to both genders.

"Is there any-," he spotted the coffee, "Oh, thank God."

He shakily poured himself a cup. We all watched as he eased himself into a sitting position, took his first sip, and then, apparently now convinced that he was alive, looked up to take stock of the sitch. He looked at each of us with a "Whatcha lookin' at" expression.

It was such a surreal scene that we all broke out laughing again.

Jerry just looked at us like - "what?"

Kim disengaged from Steve and moved over to sit down next to Jerry.

"You okay Hon?" She kissed him on the cheek and looked in his bloodshot eyes.

I don't know if Jerry was replaying personal porno movies in his head like I had done recently or what, but it looked like he was slowly coming back to Earth and remembering what had gone down last night.

While Jerry and Kim talked, the rest of us went about grabbing some breakfast. I thought about Kim's comments about topping this location, the restaurant, and the associated events. Ordinarily, I'd be worried. The Bitter End is a pretty high bar and normally, it would be a tough act to follow but this was the Virgins and I knew of a few more special places...

I grabbed the chartbook and motioned for Steve to join me on the bow.

"Hey, man. What do you think about heading to Anegada?"

Steve looked at me with raised eyebrows, "Seriously? I thought you couldn't take the charter boats there."

"I've chartered enough with the company that I can go there if I want. I just need to tell them I'm going. Have you been there?"

"No but I've heard about it. Supposed to be spectacular snorkeling right?"

"Yeah, but it's really more about the remoteness of it. It feels like a whole different place."

Anegada is an island about 14 miles North of where we were on Virgin Gorda. It's unique in the Virgins because, unlike the rest of the islands, it was formed from coral and limestone instead of volcanoes. As such, it's only about 20 feet above sea level at the highest and very much different from the mountainous islands in the main Virgin chain.

Because of it's remoteness - the fact that you can't see it from wherever you might start from - and the tricky channels you have to navigate to get through the reef that protects it, the charter boat companies normally don't let charterers go there.

Charterers with enough experience and "frequent flier miles" with the charter company however, like me, are given a more "relaxed" list of destinations they can visit.

"That sounds great man but I can't take Razor there." Steve was excited but a little hesitant.

"No problem. We'll all go on Mystic. I'm sure the girls would love to have you come with us."

Steve did a little double take and caught the hidden meaning in my invite.

"In fact, you should just radio the charter company and have them come get Razor rather than just leaving her here. We may want to head to Cane Garden Bay after Anegada and it would be out of the way to come back here to get Razor."

"You want Jerry and me to just join you for the rest of your cruise?"

"Um, I think we'd have a pretty good time don't you think?"

We both looked back to the cockpit. Kim and Kelly were sitting on either side of Jerry. They had his shirt off and Kim was working on his mouth while Kelly was working her way down his chest and had her hand on his crotch.

I had wondered what I would think if I saw Kelly making out with somebody else after what had developed between us. Of course, I had no right to feel like she should only do me after what I had done to Kim but still...

Well, watching her make out with Jerry answered my question. It was hot.

I guess it's along that fantasy line that lots of guys have about watching their partner fuck somebody else while they watch. As long as you are comfortable with her being *emotionally* attached to you, it can be wickedly erotic seeing her let loose for the sake of pure sex.

I keep going back to porno analogies but that's what it was like. Watching your favorite actress get down and dirty with some random stud just for the sake of fucking - is hot.

Steve and I stood mesmerized as the two girls worked their magic.

Kelly worked her right hand into Jerry's shorts and started rubbing his cock while she licked his left nipple. Kim had pulled up her shirt and was jamming her breasts in his face. Jerry had his left hand between Kim's legs and a finger or two were slipped into her snatch. Wow. He learns fast!

Kelly moved around to kneel down in the cockpit between his legs and worked his shorts down to his ankles. She licked up the underside of his erect cock, paused, looked him in the eye, and swallowed it in her mouth.

Jerry pulled his head out from between Kim's tits and looked at the sky. Kim took this as her cue to swing her left leg over him, stand up, and squat down on his upturned face. She didn't bother to pull her suit aside to give him unfettered access to her pussy. She just slid it up and down his face - coating him with her spunk and pushing her suit inside. After a few back and forths, everything was so slimy that it didn't matter if the suit was there or not.

Kelly, with her mouth still on Jerry's cock, reached up and stuck her fingers in the junction between Jerry's mouth and Kim's cunt. She popped her mouth off of his cock and looked up to see what she had been fingering. I could almost see the light bulb go on in her head.

She stood up, dropped her panties, and climbed onto Jerry's lap facing him (and Kim's ass). She reached down between her legs, grabbed Jerry's cock and sat right down on it. Jerry let out a moan - yeah, been there brotha.

Kelly's face was now pretty much pressed up against Kim's ass every time she slid it back down Jerry's face. Kelly grabbed Kim's ass and pushed it forward and attacked Jerry's mouth - and all the associated Kim-slime - with hers.

Fuck.

Kelly pulled Kim back down onto Jerry's mouth and they both licked her snatch and each other's face where it all came together. It was a slippery, slimy, impossibly hot, mess. As I saw Kelly grab Kim's butt cheeks and pull them apart, I though "The only way this could get any hotter is if Kell-"

Kelly dragged her tongue up along Kim's ass and buried her face there.

Fuck. Me.

Kelly would alternately lick Kim's asshole, push her forward on Jerry's face and lick his mouth and nose, pull her back so they could both lick her - and she could lick his tongue as he was licking Kim - and then go back to her ass. Jesus Christ. How many "That's the hottest thing I ever saw" can there be?

Kim was being driven wild by this dual attack and was desperately trying to hang onto the Bimini cover to hold herself up. Jerry, participating in a scene few porn stars have experienced and no doubt being milked by Kelly's cunt muscles, looked like he was about to blow.

Kim went first. She started furiously sliding back and forth on Jerry's face and then grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled him up into her. Her whole body was convulsing as orgasm coursed through her.

Kim stood up, off of Jerry's cock and dropped back onto her knees in front of Jerry's cock. She swallowed his cock back in her mouth - fuck - and started to suck him off again.

It didn't take long. It looked like about two strokes before the train started rolling in Jerry's balls. Kelly pulled her mouth off of his cock and started jerking him with her hand.

"Oh yeah, baby, cum for me." It was the first words any of them had said. Kelly said it in her sluttiest voice and it almost made *me* cum.

It had a similar effect on Jerry because he *did* cum. The first blast hit Kim's ass that was still sitting on his face. Two more followed and hit pretty much the same spot.

"Oh God yeah, shoot that cum for me." More slut talk, more spurts from Jerry that landed on his chest this time.

"God Jerry, that's a Hell of a cumshot. You don't mind-," Kelly moved her head up to his chest, "if I lick-," she licked up a trail of cum, "this up a little," she licked the underside of his chin to get the stuff that had dripped off of Kim's ass, "do you?"

Holy fuck girl.

I looked over at Steve. He was mesmerized. He sensed me looking at him and looked back.

"So, coming to Anegada with us?"

"I'll get our gear."

We both laughed and shook our heads.

We made our way back to the cockpit. Back to the cum covered trio collapsed on the cushions looking sheepish.

"More coffee Jerry?" was the first thing that came to my head and out of my mouth.

I guess I should do stand-up because it brought the house down.

As the laughter subsided, I sat down next to Kelly. She looked a little worried.

"I hope that didn't bother you. I kind of got-"

"Kell. It was unbelievable. You are amazing. I loved watching you."

"I just want you to know I-," she paused. "I - It was fun but I never - I never want to do anything that makes you think that I don't love you."

"Kell, I think that was the hottest part about it. Watching you do that and knowing that you are mine. Trust me, I don't have any doubts."

I pulled her to me and kissed her forehead. I think it may have been the only spot on her that wasn't covered in somebody's cum.

"You guys are coming with us!?" Kim sat up from her position between Steve and the slowly recovering Jerry.

Kelly looked up at me quizzically. "I invited Steve and Jerry to join us on Mystic. I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's great! There's plenty of room. It'll be fun!"

I called over to Jerry, "How about it Jerr? You up for a little more adventure on Mystic?"

He sat up slowly and looked at me, "No Brad. I'd like to go back to Razor and wallow in my own self-pity please." He grabbed a tube of sunscreen and threw it at me. "Are you fucking insane? Of course I want to go with you. Asking a question like that. Shit!"

We all laughed again and the deal was done. The girls went below and cleaned up, Steve took the dink over to Razor to grab their gear and button her up, and Jerry got on the radio to the charter company to cut short the charter and have them come get the boat since it was rented in his name.

At one point in the radio conversation, I heard him say "Well how much would it be if I just kept it?" I was on the bow so I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. "No, I mean if I just bought the boat instead of returning it." More words from the other side. "Alright, just come get it. It's at-," he looked at me, "Where the fuck are we?"

I chuckled, "Gorda Sound."

He turned back to the mic, "Gorda Sound. Listen, please have your manager prepare a list of boats that would be up for sale for when we get back at the end of the week. I may want to make some deals."

After a few more exchanges, he put the radio down and came forward.

"Still thinking about this charter company thing huh Jerr? I don't know man, a great way to ruin a hobby is to make it a job."

He looked me in the eye, "A great way to enjoy your life is to do what you love," and turned and went back aft.

Damn.

Jerry had a perspective on things that kind of came up and slapped you in the face. I think we had seriously underestimated this guy. He certainly had seemed like a namby-pamby at first but I was coming to see that that was just because he was out of his element and dealing with some pretty heavy issues. Hell, he's probably a whole different person in a high-powered business situation. Probably the one to have on *your side* rather than your opponent's.

When Steve came back, we gathered in the cockpit to talk about the trip to Anegada. I explained that it would take a couple of hours and that we wouldn't be able to see the island until we were just about on top of it. We had a GPS and compass of course but it can still be a little disconcerting heading off into what appears to be the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.

When we were ready to go, Steve, Jerry, and Kim went forward to drop the mooring.

"Want to take us out of here?" I asked Kelly as I fired up the engine.

"You mean steer? Can I?"

"Sure. You seem to have a knack."

"I want you with me though, okay?"

"Okay Hon."

Kelly came back to the wheel and I moved back a bit to let her stand in front of me. Oh yeah, this is going to be nice. She was freshly showered and smelled like flowers. Now normally, I don't give a fuck about flowers. They smell good I guess but I don't go burying my nose in them to drink in the aroma.

I had a compelling urge to bury my nose in *this* set of flowers. As she stood in front of me at the wheel, the wind would blow her hair back into my face and her scent would wash over me. Her skin was so smooth, I couldn't help myself running my hands down her arms and wrapping them around her chest. This, of course, pulled her ass back into my crotch and she didn't hesitate to wiggle it against me every couple of seconds.

Concentrate man.

Steve looked back and I called up, "Drop it!"

"Okay Kell, we don't want to go forward and snag the mooring line with our keel or the prop so we're just going to let the wind push us back a bit.

"Check back behind you to make sure you've got room. I'll run the throttle and gears, you just steer okay?

"Okay, I'm going to kick us ahead now. I want you to turn us to starboard-"

"That's Right right?"

"Yup. Just a little turn. It takes a second to turn because we don't have much speed. You have to give it some time or else you'll over steer and go to far.

"See her coming around? Now straighten up slowly. That's it. I want to take us right through there," I pointed between a couple of boats on balls, "and then we can head out to the channel. You're doing great."

"Oooooh. Are we too close to those boats?"

"Nope. You're doing fine. Little tiny corrections on the wheel and give it time to react. You have to anticipate the movement and start straightening out before you quite get where you want to head. Perfect. I swear Kell, you are a natural."

"Thanks babe. It's fun."

The others made their way back to the cockpit and complimented Kelly on her boat-handling.

Steve looked at her, "You've really never done this before Kelly?"

She shook her head, still concentrating intently on the task at hand.

"Amazing."

She beamed.

We made our way up the channel and out of the Sound.

"You might as well keep steering as we get the sails up okay?"

She was a little nervous but I could tell she was excited to be in control. "Okay. Just - just tell me what to do okay?"

Outside of the Sound, the waves were quite a bit bigger. These babies were coming from Africa and they had a bit of momentum.




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 05



"Okay. Now, see how the wind is coming from that direction? You need to head straight into it. Ease back on the throttle here so we're not slamming into the waves. That's it. We just need enough power to keep us moving forward a little so we can steer."

Steve looked back at us, "Ready for the Main?"

I gave him the thumbs up. Steve didn't need no stinking electric winch. He had the main up in no time.

The sound level on the boat increased dramatically with the Main flapping furiously in the stiff breeze.

I had to yell over the noise, "A little more throttle. Now ease off to Port just a little so the wind is just barely coming on the Starboard side. That will blow the jib to Port instead of straight back at us when we unfurl it.

"Ready for the Jib Steve?!"

Steve wrapped the Port jib sheet - the line that controls the jib - around the massive winch on the side of the cockpit. There is no effort getting the jib deployed - you just release the line that is holding it wrapped up and, once the wind catches just a corner of it, it unwraps in a heartbeat.

Steve grabbed the furling line to be ready to release it and looked back. I nodded to him.

He popped the furling line out of the cleat holding it and started pulling in the jib sheet.

More noise as the jib started shaking itself violently.

"Okay, now ease a little more to Port." Kelly turned the wheel a bit more to the left and the jib started to fill. The boat started to heel. I throttled back, took it out of gear, and cut the engine. The sails filled and quieted, the rail went down, and the boat transitioned from being an ungainly power boat riding on the waves and slamming into them, into a sailboat riding *in* the waves and almost being one with them.

Zen baby.

I helped steady Kelly and the wheel through this transformation since it can feel like the world is ending when this big boat puts her rail in the water and just fucking *goes*.

Kelly could not contain her excitement. She was actually jumping up and down. With my hands on the wheel she just let go, turned around and wrapped her arms around me. She screamed a happy scream.

"I'm beginning to think you actually like this sailing shit," I joked.

"Oh God Brad, I just about peed my pants. This is - fuck!"

"You're not really wearing anything that even resembles pants Dear."

She giggled and turned around and took the wheel again. "Okay, sorry. I got it."

I let go of the wheel and helped her get the feel of the wind and the waves. I showed her how you need to let the boat work it's way through the water and to give it a little freedom to find the best path. It's a skill that takes many, many hours at the helm to master but again, she picked it up like she had been doing it all her life.

"Okay, you're doing great Hon. One final thing to think about - we need to be on a heading of about 355 degrees. See the compass? You need to head up a little to put 355 on that center line there. Easy. That's it. Right there."

Like all newbies, she immediately tried to hold the exact course which meant that she couldn't let the boat do it's natural wander through the waves.

"This is impossible! I thought I was supposed to let the boat head up and fall off. How can I do that if I have to hold it on this course!?"

"You don't have to hold the exact course Babe. You just want to peek at the compass to make sure we are *generally* on course. A little bit of wander back and forth is fine. It's easier to pick something off in the distance - like a cloud on the horizon or something - to steer on, than stay glued to the compass. Just make sure you recheck against the compass every few minutes because that cloud is moving too."

She quickly settled into a rhythm and I moved out from behind her and up to the high side with the others. It was a glorious sail. Probably 25 knots of wind right on the beam and we were cooking. I looked back at Kell every few seconds it seemed and she was in the zone. She had the classic helmsman's pose - low side leg up and braced against the inside of the cockpit to compensate for the heel of the boat, arms spread across the wheel (which was about as big as she was) - totally focused on the wind, the waves, the course. She'd realize that I was looking at her and give me a huge smile - and then back to total concentration.

God, she is perfect. One minute she's going gonzo in a threesome doing things I'd never even dreamt of, the next, she's man-handling a 43 foot ocean-going sailboat in 25 knots of wind and 10 foot swells.

Damn. She could have anybody. What does she see in me? I looked back at her again. She looked at me, smiled, and mouthed, "I love you."

Instant inner peace. How does she do that?

With Kelly on the wheel, the rest of us were just sitting or laying on the deck on the high side. Kim was sunning (and having Steve and Jerry make sure she was properly covered with sun screen), and we were all just chatting about the trip, our lives, whatever. It was one of those "It doesn't get much better than this" times.

After about an hour or so, I went below to get drinks and snacks for the motley crew. I offered to give Kelly a break but she didn't want to stop. I think I've created a monster.

After about another hour of chatting, laughing, and just enjoying this sail, I tell the gang to start looking for signs of the island.

A few minutes later, Steve says he thinks he sees something on the horizon. Trying to spot something low on the horizion, it's really hard to tell if you are actually seeing some of the few trees on the island or if your eyes are playing tricks on you. After another ten minutes or so, some trees appear in the middle of the ocean. The island is still too low so the trees seem to be just sitting on nothing.

A few minutes more and a few more trees are visible and the white roof of a the Anegada Beach Hotel is barely visible. I head back to the cockpit and my favorite sailor and check the GPS. Right on course. Damn, she is good.

The approach to Anegada is extremely dangerous. There are coral heads just below the surface and boats go aground there all the time. Putting your charter boat on the reef will ruin your vacation - big-time.

I grabbed the chart book and went back to the wheel and Kell. "I better take her from here Babe. You did fantastic!"

"God, that was a blast!" She moved up to the high side but stayed back with me.

I handed her the chart and showed her how we had to make our approach to get in the channel.

As more features on the island came into view, I matched them up with the markings on the chart and made sure I knew where I was. You don't want to be dealing with sails as you go through the cut and up the channel so you need to get everything down outside the reef and motor through. I called up to Steve to start getting sails down.

I fired up the engine and headed into the wind to release the pressure on the sails. Steve, Jerry, and Kim dropped the main and furled the jib - Jerry and Kim looking like old pros helping Steve with the lines and getting things tidied up. Kelly helped me with the navigation and watched for coral heads and shallow spots.

The cut in the reef is very narrow and, like I said, you really don't want to misjudge it. With the sails dropped and furled, I spotted the marker at the entrance to the channel and headed in. Yes, there *is* a marker there but it doesn't really show the path through the cut. It takes a couple of quick turns at the right time to get through safely. The waves quickly subsided as we got inside the reef and the bottom came up fast.

The other thing that happened was that the color of the water exploded into an almost fluorescent blue/green mixture that simply boggles the mind. People see this kind of scenery in a postcard or picture but until you have actually experienced it, you have no fucking idea what it's like. The gang, standing on deck taking it in as we motored toward the anchorage, were transfixed.

"Hey Steve!" He snapped out of his trance and looked back at me. I motioned for him to come back to the wheel.

"Damn, man. This is unbelievable!" he said as he got back to me.

"I know huh? Hey, I think I want to put her right over there, just to starboard of that big cat." I pointed to a large catamaran - a two hulled sailboat - just up ahead. "Can you get the hook ready? The girls know how to do it but there's not much room for error here. If something goes wrong, I want you up there." I looked over at Kelly, "No offense Babe."

"Non taken Hon. I know my limitations."

Steve moved up to the bow and readied the anchor. I slowly maneuvered into the anchorage, got about where I wanted to be, and gave Steve the signal. As soon as the anchor went down, I took the engine out of gear. The wind was still pretty strong so our forward motion stopped quickly and we started to drift back. I felt the anchor take hold and bring the big boat to a stop.

"Let out about 15 more feet!" I called up to Steve. I wanted to make sure we had the proper angle of pull on the anchor and chain. We drifted back a few more feet and stopped again. I checked our position relative to the other boats to see if we were dragging.

"I think that's a good set Steve!" I killed the engine and quiet - except for the wind in the rigging - returned.

Despite having done this approach and anchorage at Anegada several times, it's a nerve-wracking experience. Seasoned sailors fuck it up *all the time*. At best, it's a tow off of a sand bar and embarrassment at the local bars. At worst, it's running into a coral head and getting people hurt or even killed.

With the anchor set and holding, I plopped down on the cockpit cushion and let out a big sigh of relief, "Fuck. I need a beer." Kelly seemed a little surprised to see that I had evidently been rather tense. I could see her start to put two and two together.

Steve came back from his duties on the bow, "Dude, that was a masterful bit of seamanship. I don't really know how you did that. That channel was not marked clearly or properly. The cut in the reef was - Fuck. I'm impressed."

"Well, I've done it a couple of times but thanks."

Kelly sat down next to me with a freshly cracked beer. She looked at Steve and me, "So, I'm coming to the realization that that was really, really dangerous."

Steve answered her, "Honey, I consider myself a pretty good sailor but I would have completely misread the way in here and would have put us on the rocks about 5 different times. This guy is good."

I was a little embarrassed now.

Kelly snuggled up to me, "Wow. I always knew you were more than just my little fuck toy - now you're my Hero!"

I almost spit my beer across the cockpit as the whole crew cracked up. I looked at Kelly and she had the cutest, most beautiful, most devilish grin on her face. I didn't think it was possible to convey all those looks at the same time but she did it. Again.

We all cracked beers and sat in the cockpit as I told them about the island. The plan was to go ashore and put in our orders for dinner later that night. Basically, you tell them what kind of fish or lobster you want for dinner and once they get all the dinner reservations and orders, they go out and catch it. It doesn't get any fresher than that. After putting in our orders, we catch a taxi - okay it's the back of a pickup truck - to Loblolly bay for the some of the best snorkeling in the world.

With the plan set, we finished up our beers, buttoned up the boat, and climbed into the dink for the quick trip to the dock at the Anegada Beach Hotel.

From the name of it, you might envision a fancy resort with pools and ritzy restaurants. Nope. Despite the beauty of the place, it is barely developed. The Beach Hotel is little more than a cinder block building with some rooms. This ain't for the luxury crowd. This is all about slowing down to island time, eschewing the modern conveniences, and relaxing. There is no wifi, no cell towers, nothing much at all really.

At the beach, we walked over to the little shack to place our requests for dinner. Everybody chose something different - from lobster, to swordfish, to dolphin (not the flipper kind). The truck to Loblolly Bay pulled up at the same time so we jumped in and headed to the north side of the island.

Loblolly is a picturesque beach protected from the swells by a massive reef that sits about 100 yards offshore. The reef creates a lagoon that provides spectacular snorkeling and sunning.

As we arrived and pulled through the palm trees that line it, Kelly took it all in with a gasp. She looked over at me, smiled and just shook her head. I though to myself that it was like a little duel. Who could top the last high - either sexually or umm, locationally? I'm not sure who was ahead at this point but this was a good entry.

We piled out of the truck and went down to the beach. The girls immediately peeled out of their shorts and shirts revealing their bikinis. Fuck. Both were wearing thongs of course. Kim had on a bright blue number that was trimmed in white. Kelly's was white with kind of a Hawaiian tropical flower print. The girls really should take them back to the store since the suits were doing a terrible job of containing their tits. Right.

There is a little bar on the beach - actually, calling it a bar is a bit generous. It's a little palm frond covered cabana where you can get a cold beer and that's about it. Normally, you have to walk up there yourself and get your drinks. Today, as soon as the girls revealed their suits, two guys from the bar came down and asked us if we wanted anything. I'm not sure they would have heard our answers if we did - they were too busy ogling the half-naked babes to even care about drink orders.

We grabbed our masks and fins and headed down to the water. I gave the girls a quick lesson in surface diving and snorkel clearing and we waded in. We spent the next hour or so exploring the reef and being dazzled by the beauty and wildlife.

Back on the beach, we grabbed some beers from the guys who magically appeared again and just sat and relaxed under palms that drooped over the beach. I had to practically pinch myself as I thought again of how lucky I was to be where I was.

I had my eyes closed when I heard Kelly say, "Ooh, those two are cute." Hmm, I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows.

"Spot some tasty hunk girlie?" I looked around but there was virtually nobody on the beach.

"No silly, those two girls over there." She pointed to two women who had evidently just gotten delivered to the beach by the taxi/truck. Wow, yeah. They were kind of far away but they did look pretty cute and from what I could tell, the bodies under the cover-ups weren't bad either.

We watched as they picked out a spot and set their stuff down. Am I scum to admit that I get a certain thrill out of watching girls peel their clothes off at the beach? It's like they are doing a strip-tease right there in public basically so I guess it's only normal to be turned on by it. It just seems a little voyeuristic though. It's gotta be tough for the girls too - basically exposing practically everything for the world to see.

These girls had no reason to be self-conscious. They were spectacular. Both were blonds. One was wearing a hot pink tonga and the other was wearing a yellow and green thong. I guess they had tops on but I was just looking at their butts.

They went down to the water and splashed around a little bit but they didn't have any snorkel gear so they weren't really getting the full effect of the place which was too bad.

Kelly was evidently thinking the same thing because she popped up on the blanket, grabbed two sets of our gear, and headed down to the water where they were.

I watched her introduce herself, point back up to all of us in the shade (we waved back), and hand them the gear. More conversation and then Kelly yelled for me to come join them.

Whoa little buddy, take it easy. If I show up with a pup tent, that will be embarrassing. And by the way, how the fuck do you think of a foursome with those three before Kelly's "Brad, come here!" finishes filtering through my brain?

Kim of course, is just as quick as my cock, "Wooo, Brad. Think you can handle that many holes?"

I just grinned and headed down to the water.

As I got closer, I could see that these two girls were gorgeous. Like Kim and Kell, they weren't dressed up super-models, just down to earth, fundamentally beautiful women with basically perfect bodies.

"Hey Brad, this is Annika and Britta. I wanted to lend them snorkeling gear but they don't know how to do it. I told them you wouldn't mind giving them a lesson."

I stole a quick glance and Kell and saw she had the slighted twinkle in her eye. Hmm.

"Hi girls, Brad. Great to meet you. Where are you from?"

Annika answered, "Hi Brad. We are from Sweden. We heard about this place from the hotel on Tortola so we took a plane flight here to see it. It's so beautiful!"

Holy shit. Her accent was so sexy - well that and she was half naked in front of me.

"Well that's cool. Yeah, the water is fantastic. I'd be happy to show you how to use the snorkel gear. It's a whole different world down there."

I spent the next 15 minutes or so, showing the girls how to snorkel. I went through clearing the mask, clearing the snorkel, equalizing the pressure in your ears, and the most important technique of all, the surface dive.

The surface dive is a way to get a boost downward when you want to switch from cruising on the surface to checking out something deeper down. It's important here not because I really cared how deep they would be able to dive but because the basis of the technique is that you have to bend at waist and kind of stick your butt in the air before you dive down. Poor me had to check their positions and stare at their butts to make sure they were doing it right. I suffer so.

I stole a glance at Kelly back on shore and she just grinned.

I looked over at Kim and she was pretending to jack and suck a cock. Everybody else was cracking up.

It was all I could do to not sprout wood with these girls so I quickly turned away from the antics on the beach.

I finished up the lesson and sent them on their way to paddle around the reef. I walked back up the beach to the gang amid hoots and whistles.

Steve tossed me a beer, "You should definitely buy lottery tickets man. You are one lucky son of a bitch." I just shrugged and grinned.

"Did you have fun Studley?" Kelly whispered into my ear and "accidentally" brushed her hand against my cock.

"You are terrible woman." I pushed her down and rolled on top of her. I had some pent up urges but despite the laid back attitudes of the islands it's actually frowned upon by the locals to get freaky in public so I rolled off and went back to work on my beer. Damn.

After a while, Annika and Britta finished up their swim and headed up the sand to bring back their gear. That's another sexy thing about the beach - watching a girl (or two) walk up the beach out of the water. Something about soft sand and the incline makes them really have to work their hips and it turns into a sexy/slinky cat-walk coming right at you.

So yeah, two blonds with perfect bodies and skimpy suits heading straight for you in the sand - works for me (and my little buddy).

Kelly introduced the girls to the rest of the group and they thanked us for the use of our equipment. There was a moment of awkward silence and then they turned to head back to head back to their towels and gear. I looked at Kelly with kind of "Should we ask them to join us?" gesture. She nodded vigorously.

"Hey girls!" I called after them as they walked away. They turned to look back. "Why don't you bring your things over here and join us. We've got great shade and lots of beers."




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 05



They looked at each other and back at us. "Sure. Okay, thanks!" they smiled like they were hoping we would ask.

The rest of the afternoon, we basically lounged around, drinking, swimming, talking, and just plain chillin' in paradise. Anna and Britt told us about themselves - they were travelling to various tropical islands on a "Fuck it all, we're just doing it" kind of vacation. We told them about the sailboat and our trip through the islands so far.

They were facinated by the idea of sailing around the islands and asked all kinds of questions. I could sense them wondering what the hookup arrangements of our group was as they asked how many cabins we had and where people slept. When we said "Pretty much anywhere," they each gave a quick glance to each other with raised eyebrows. I kind of liked teasing them by not revealing the entire situation.

We had scheduled the taxi truck to come pick us up in time to get ready for dinner so we started packing up our gear. "Did you girls make reservations for the beach dinner tonight?"

Anna answered back, "Yes, we didn't know how is this working but we told the guy that we would come to dinner. Will you be there also?"

"That's great! Yeah, we'll be there. Why don't you come back with us and we can have dinner together?"

Anna looked at Britt who vigorously nodded her head, and back at me, "Thank you Brad, and you all. You are so nice to invite us. We will come quickly - I mean, we will come with you now."

"Great!" I loved hearing her accent and got a kick out of her slight English goof that lit the sex fuse that had been slightly smoldering all day. My dick twitched at the thought of the additional possibilities that had developed today. I had a feeling that I was going to be thinking "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen" once again, real soon...

Back at the dock, we headed back to the boat and Anna and Britt went to their room. We had just enough time to get cleaned up before meeting them back on shore at 7:00.

Dinner at the Beach Hotel is one of the most surreal experiences ever and I never tire of it. I think it's partly because you don't really expect how it works. There is no restaurant to speak of. As the sun is setting and you walk up from the dock to the beach, you see a row of tables on the sand - basically picnic tables - with beautiful flowers, bottles of wine, and flaming torches providing light. There's a Steel Band playing softly as people gather, mingle, and watch the last of the sun disappear into the ocean.

As we arrived and took this all in, I looked at Kelly. She was looking at me and just smiled and shook her head - like "You did it again."

I can't lie. It's a pretty good ego stroke when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful girl on the planet is impressed by your efforts.

Kim came up to me and whispered in my ear, "Brad, I don't want to say this out loud but this is a 'Fuck. Me.' moment, if you know what I mean." She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. Wow, another ego boost. Kim doesn't often get serious so when she does, and highlights it with a simple yet meaningful peck on the cheek, it feels good.

We grabbed some wine and chatted with the other people who were similarly in awe of the experience. It was easy to strike up a conversation with anyone. A quick "Where are you from," was all the ice break you needed.

As Kell and I chatted with an older couple about their adventure in the Grenadines, I felt Kell link her arm in mine and squeeze in tight. The woman noticed it too and smiled at Kelly and then at me. It's weird but it felt like we were "validated" or something like that. It was like this woman, who had accompanied her husband on countless adventures, and had built a partnership with him that had withstood the test of time, had what - seen herself in Kell? Seen that our relationship was of the same stuff? It felt like one of those commercials where the older couple sees younger versions of themselves from when they just started out, in some sort of flashback moment.

Erie. Weird. Nice.

I caught a glimpse of Anna and Britt meeting up with the rest of the gang and waved them over. "Guys, meet Chuck and Laura. They have sailed up the Windward islands and all the way over here from St. Maarten. Steve, you want to talk sailing, this is your man right here."

"Hi Chuck, nice to meet you. Hello Laura, you look lovely. I'm Steve."

Introductions were exchanged all around just as the waiters were bringing the food out to the tables. Kelly grabbed Laura by the arm, "You should come sit with us! I want to hear more about Greneda!"

"Oh Sweetie, we're old fogies. We don't want to intrude on your group."

"What? You guys are in your prime! Besides, I'm new to this sailing thing and I want to hear all about your trip. Just in case we do that someday." Kelly looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye that just about made my knees buckle.

"Please....?"

Forget it Laura, she's damn difficult to resist.

Laura looked at Chuck, "What do you think Hon? Think your heart can stand being around all these beautiful young women?"

"I don't know Laura. It'll be hard," Chuck cracked a wry smile and Laura punched him playfully in the arm. Kelly hopped up and down and grabbed them both by the arm and lead them to our table. I instantly thought of introducing her to my parents and knew they would immediately fall in love with her and she, them. Oh man.

The evening was fantastic. The combination of the food, the drinks, the conversation, and simply *being* on a tropical beach in the moonlight with people you connect with was intoxicating on many levels. Kelly bonded with Chuck and Laura almost like a long-lost daughter and Annika and Britta fit in with us like we had all been friends our whole lives.

At about 11:00, Laura looked at Chuck and then back at Kelly and then the rest of us. "We're going to pack it in for the night and leave the party in your hands. Thank you so much for inviting us to join you. You all are wonderful. We have thoroughly enjoyed this evening."

We all said our goodbyes and Kelly got up with them to walk with them back to their dink at the dock. I watched her talk with them one more time and then give a long hug to Laura and a hug and kiss on the cheek to Chuck before coming back to the party at the beach.

As she came up to me, she wrapped her arms around me and buried her head in my chest.

"You okay Kell?"

She hesitated and then looked up at me. She had a small tear running down one cheek. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... Well, Laura, she...," Kelly dabbed her tear with a finger.

"My Mom died when I was young. I never really knew her but my Dad would always tell me about what she was like."

Her words rocked me. I could see her thinking back and pulling up childhood memories.

"He said she was always independent and never afraid to try things. That she was always a woman but would tackle any project - from running a business to fixing the car. He said she always had a positive outlook, even in the last days of her life. I've always tried to live my life like I think my Mother lived hers. And how she would have wanted me to."

She hesitated once more and then said softly, "I think I just met the woman I always envisioned my Mother to be.

Laura said that Chuck was her rock and how important it is to have someone who you connect with on all levels. She told me that she thought you were..."

She looked up at me.

Shit. No way to hide it. A tear rolled off my chin and onto her forehead. God, her Mom dies and yet she uses the idea of that strong, independent woman to help shape her life. Cultivates a positive outlook in spite of her tragedy. I'm shaking and I all can manage is to whisper "Jesus Christ Kell."

I pulled her into me, hard. She squeezed me, harder.

I am absolutely tumbling. Tumbling through my life.

Back to my parents and my Mom that I've known all my life. Back to the women I've known and who's faces I can no longer picture. Back to the plane and the first glimpse of blond hair down the aisle. To holding her as we danced in the moonlight on Gorda. I flash forward to us in a house, somewhere. On a boat, somewhere. Raising a family, somewhere.

I dab my eye on my shoulder and pull back to look down at Kelly. She looks up at me.

"Kell I... I know we've only known each other for a few days but I... I want... I need to have you in my life. I..." Shit, this isn't going smoothly.

"Kell, I'm in love with you and I want...," Fuck. Is this too fast? Is she really ready for this? My self-doubt has got a crowbar wedged in this crack and is threatening to derail me. I see Kelly's eyes brighten like they do. Is that anticipation? Fuck it.

"Kelly, will you marry me?"

She took my hand and put it on her chest. I feel her heart beating fast. She looked into my eyes and says softly, "I will so marry you Brad."

I'm tumbling again. A mix of euphoria, relief, and anticipation of moving through life with this woman. The strongest cocktail I've ever had and I'm drunk with it. We hold each other for what seems like forever. I think of that line in "Jerry MaGuire" - "You complete me". It's become somewhat of a cliche these days but at the time, it was a perfect line and it perfectly describes what I'm feeling now. Something just clicked and the door to a whole new world just opened up.

All this has taken place in a corner of the dinner area and we realize that nobody has really noticed our little ceremony over here. We look back at the partying people and back at each other.

"Brad, if you don't mind, I want to celebrate my engagement with just you first. Do you think..."

"I'm with you. Let's tell them later."

We kissed again and walked back to join the party. Our group had split off at a separate table and made room for us to sit down.

"Hey guys," Kim said as we poured some wine. "Where have you been?"

We looked at each other and Kelly said, "Aw, just doing a little connecting. You know."

Anna slapped her hand down on the table, "Okay. I have to know this. What are the couples here? You guys talk all sexy and stuff but I don't know who is with who!"

We all laughed at her outburst and obvious frustration.

Kim, the resident sex director, quickly piped up, "Oh Anna, you're so cute! To be honest, we're kinda all with each other. Things are pretty open if you know what I mean. The guys are pretty much studs and Kell and I have been, well, let's just say we've been having a lot of fun."

Anna slowly scanned us all around the table with her mouth open, "Oh my God. That's..."

Hi Anna. Welcome to the straight up world of Kim and sex.

Britta, the quiet one, quietly said, "That's fucking hot. Can we play?"

Who saw this coming - anyone? anyone?

Kim proceeded to recount the escapades of the last several days and nights and frankly, the story telling was getting me pretty horny. Anna and Britta seemed to be enjoying it as well - sort of squirming on their seats as they heard the tales of all that had gone on.

When she finished, there was a hushed silence as the two new girls took it all in.

So it seemed that they might be interested in joining our little fuck-fest but it was a tad awkward at that moment. What was the next step?

Jerry provided the answer.

Metaphorically speaking, if you've been walking the desert for several years with nothing to eat or drink, when you wander into an oasis with a smorgasbord of culinary delights, you are gonna want to eat. Everything. Now.

"What do you say we head back to the boat and get naked?" He looked around at everyone with raised eyebrows and a sheepish grin.

It was such a transformation for him that we all just busted out laughing at his mischievous grin.

After the chuckles died down, Kim, being basically the head chef at said smorgasbord, quickly agreed, "Works for me!" and popped up off her seat.

Here we go...

I looked over at Kelly and she looked back at me. We both grinned and gave each other a "what the fuck!" look.

Jerry wasted no time as he put his arms around Anna and Britta and escorted them down to the dock. Steve picked up Kim and threw her over his shoulder to her squeals of laughter and the delight of everyone else on the beach. I took Kelly's hand and we followed the procession towards the water.

At the edge of the dinner area, Kelly stopped and turned back to look at the scene - the fire pits, the Steel Band, the palm trees lit by the torches, the starry sky - like she was freezing it in her mind. Yeah, it was certainly a scene worthy of this monumental shift in what was to be the rest of my life. I took it in for a bit as well and then we turned back to join the others.

Since not everybody could fit in the dink for the ride to the boat, Steve, ferried the bulk of them over and then came back and got Kelly and me.

By the time we pulled up to the side, things were already heating up on deck. Britta was doing a slow shimmy walk up and down the cockpit while Jerry and Kim lounged on the cushions hooting and hollering and slamming back rum punch.

When we climbed onto the transom to step aboard, Kim saw us and hopped up, "Hey guys! Where have you been!?" Yeah, she was hammered.

"Wait!, I think we should make a rule," she said, putting her arms around Steve and me. "I think, anybody that comes on board, has to have his dick sucked. Kind of like a boarding pass, ya know?"

Really hammered.

But who am I to argue with such a rule?

Anna's ears pricked up at this suggestion and she quickly hopped up and came to the stern. "That's a great idea! I'll help to take the tickets!" She then looked at Kelly with a slight pause. "I hope you don't mind but when he was helping us learn to, what is it, do snorkel?, I catch a sight of his swimming suit and I could see he was very exciting. I have been thinking about if I would get a chance to play, and now..." She gave Kelly a hopeful puppy dog look. "Can I?"

Kelly deadpanned, "Sure go ahead. If you can find it. He's really not that good. You can have him."

Anna stopped dead. She was totally confused and couldn't figure out what the fuck was up. I was trying to look shocked and desperately trying not to laugh. Kim turned away to hide her grin.

Steve broke first and took the rest of us with him. Kelly practically fell over she was laughing so hard. Anna joined in, laughing at being played. Kelly wiped the tears from her eyes and took Anna by the hand bringing her closer to me.

"Okay. Here, I'll help you get started." She undid my pants and slid them down to my ankles. She grabbed my growing cock but turned to look at Anna and launched into an explanation of the kinds of things I liked. Anna tried to listen but kept looking at my cock as it grew. She nodded to Kelly but clearly wasn't hearing anything she said. As Kelly stroked my cock up and down as she was talking, Anna's head would nod up and down to follow it. I had a funny thought that it was like holding a piece of meat in front of a dog and watching his head follow your hand as you wave it around.

"...So, he might like other things too, but that should get you started okay?" Kelly finished her lecture. "You want to suck it n-" Anna attacked my cock with her mouth and drove it down her throat in one thrust.

"Fuck! She almost bit my hand off!" Kelly laughed as she got up. She looked at me as Anna grabbed my ass and started pulling me into her face. "You okay for a bit?"

"Uhh, yeah." Damn Anna was an animal.

Kim meanwhile had started unzipping Steve's pants and was kneeling down to get better access.

"Hey wait a minute," Kelly said, looking over at Jerry and Britta. "Jerry, did you get your dick sucked to get on board tonight?"

Jerry slowly shook his head back and forth as a sly grin appeared on his face.

"Well, I guess Britta and I will just have to both check your ticket. What do you say Brit?"

Britta didn't say anything. She just smiled and peeled her top off. Kelly kissed me on the cheek and headed over to them.

So Steve and I were standing on the transom with our pants at our feet. The moon was out, there was a soft warm breeze, and there were girls going to town on our cocks. We looked at each other. In any other "It doesn't get any better than this" moment - like when your team wins the big game - we probably would have high-fived.

Seemed like it might be a bit gay in this particular situation though.

We just grinned and looked away.

I looked over to Jerry just as Kelly and Britt were kneeling down in front of him and pulling his pants down. Kelly hiked her dress over her head and tossed it on Jerry's face. I could see him take a deep breath, made deeper since Britt had just engulfed his cock, of the sent on Kelly's dress. Pretty intoxicating huh Jerr?

I looked at Kelly who had her face in Jerry's lap, trying to help Britt polish his knob. The view of her shoulders, with her hair splayed over them, her back narrowing to her smooth hips, accentuated by the thong that was splitting her ass. Fuck, the sight just about sent me over the edge. It was beautiful. It was erotic. It was mine. Fuck.

I pulled out of Anna's mouth to stop the pleasure feedback loop that was building in my head. Anna looked up at me with a huge grin. She followed my gaze over to Kelly, Britta, and Jerry.

"She is very beautiful. You are very lucky."

I looked down at her, "Thank you. I know."

Kim heard us and stopped her onslaught on Steve.

"I suppose that's enough of a boarding check. I guess you guys can come aboard."

Steve looked over at me again. "They should have these at airports instead of the x-ray machines! Then it'd actually be fun to fly!"

Kim cracked up and dragged him by the dick over to where Britta and Kelly were working on Jerry. She looked at Kelly's naked butt and briefly back at me. Then she shrugged and pulled Kelly's thong down. She put a cushion on the cockpit floor and guided Steve to between Kelly's legs and rubbed his cock up and down her ass crack. She gave one more suck, aimed it at Kelly's cunt, reached around Steve's ass, and slammed him in.

Kelly gave a grunt and lifted her head off of Jerry's cock. She looked back and first saw me still standing on the transom, then turned further back to see Steve. She looked back at me and started slamming her ass back to meet Steve's strokes - all while still looking at me. Fuck that was hot.

Anna had scampered over to the group and laid back next to Jerry, throwing her leg over him so that here cunt was right in Kelly's face when she turned back. Kelly wasted no time diving into Anna's muff and then over to Jerry's cock and Britta's mouth. Britt got a taste of Anna's cunt from Kelly's mouth and started licking Kelly's face furiously. Jesus!

Kim motioned for me to come over to her behind Britta. She had pulled down Britta's panties and started working on her cunt with her fingers. She put another cushion down for me to kneel on and slicked me up with Britta-butter.

I didn't need anymore help. I rammed my cock in her cunt and grabbed a handful of her hair. I wasn't trying to hurt her but it felt good to give a little tug to pull her back onto me with each thrust. She must have enjoyed it too because she stopped her attack on Kelly's face and just held on to Jerry's leg as I rammed her.

Kelly looked back over her other shoulder to see me pounding away on Brit. She looked into my eyes, and I hers. It was so fucking hot to be focused on her eyes but seeing the obvious pounding she was taking - and giving - in my peripheral vision. Fuck man.

On on of my back strokes, Kim pushed me back further and jammed her head down by Brit's butt. She grabbed my dick and sucked it into her mouth to suck all the spunk off. Have I told you how much I really dig that? Thought so.

Fuck. Me.

As Kim pulled her mouth off my dick, I saw Anna look at me and curl her finger at me to come over. I got up and went around to her on the other side of Kelly. Anna spread her legs apart, leaned back, and reached up for me. Of course, her cunt was pretty much right by Kelly's head so when I plunged in, Kelly had a ringside seat.




The Mystic Adventure Ch. 05



I watched Kelly watch intently as I slid in and out of Anna's pussy. I went nice and slow to give her a good look. On the backstroke, I lingered, with my cock just barely making contact with her cunt. Anna's juices were glistening in the moonlight. I slid back in. Slowly. And pulled back out. I looked at Anna, who was looking at Kelly, who was looking at my cock.

I pulled back again, and this time pulled all the way out. I slid my cock up the outside of Anna's cunt, over the mons and onto her belly, leaving a slimy trail. I pulled back down and slid back in. Both girls gasped. I pulled back out again and this time turned just slightly toward Kelly. Yeah, I was going to stick it in her mouth but I was going to tease her (and me) first.

Oh fuck, no I wasn't. I grabbed a fistful of Kelly's hair and pulled her over to my cock. Luckily, she had her mouth open 'cause I was jamming my cock in her face either way. She attacked that fucker like it was ambrosia. I think Anna must have had a thing for pussy to mouth too because she let out a groan and started breathing quicker.

I pushed Kelly off my cock and thrust it back into Anna to pick up another load. Two more strokes and I pulled out, pulled Kelly over again and drove it home. This time Anna reached down and grabbed the base of my cock and "helped" feed it to Kell. I looked over at Jerry who, despite still getting his dick sucked by Britta, and now Kim, was watching what Anna and Kell were doing intently. New ground for me too buddy. Enjoy the view.

I noticed that Britta had stopped sucking Jerry's cock and had come up on the cushions and laid back next to him. So Jerry was flanked by Anna on one side with me in her, Kelly still kneeling at his dick but alternately sucking my cock when I put it in her mouth, and Britt on the other side. Steve moved over to Britt and slid his cock in her and started fucking. I let Kelly's hair go and she turned to her other side to watch Steve's dick disappearing into Britt like mine was again in Anna. I could barely see Kim as she reached her hand between Brit's legs to grab Steve as he went in and out.

Steve had evidently been watching my actions with Kell as he was repeating the same pattern. He would pull out slowly and pause, with his cock barely connected to Brit's cunt, to make sure Kelly got a good look, and then slowly slide back in.

With all of Kelly's attention on Steve's dick, Jerry was getting nothing but eye stimulation and he'd had enough of that. He wriggled up and out from between the three girls and came around behind Kelly. Kim quickly got him hard again and guided him into Kelly's cunt. Kim came around in front of Kelly and, I don't know how she did it, managed to slide upside down, on her back, to get her head between Kelly's legs. She was in a 69 position with Kelly, licking the underside of Jerry's cock as he fucked Kelly. Kelly was so focused on Steve's cock fucking Britta that it took her a few seconds to notice Kim's cunt now staring her in the face.

Once she noticed however, it didn't take her long to bury her nose in Kim's snatch and attack her clit with her tongue.

I let her get a few licks in and then grabbed her hair and pulled her over to my cock as it came out of Anna. She quickly switched from cunt-licker to cock-sucker and devoured my meat. I gave her a few licks and then pushed her off and over to Steve who immediately got the message. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her over to his cock and stuffed it in her face. Oh my God, this was fucking crazy. I was thinking about the ten different ways I wanted to blow my load in this little orgy and I was getting real close.

Steve pushed her off his cock and back onto Kim's slit. He plunged back into Britt and then pulled out, slid forward on the deck, and plunged it into Britta's eager mouth. Fuck, better do the same with Anna.

At this point, I could tell from the groaning and breathing that everyone was close to cuming. This was going to be a splash-fest.

I pulled out of Anna's mouth and pulled Kelly's face out of Kim's cunt. I pulled her forward, off of Jerry's cock, and over on her back next to Anna. Kim, being the sexpert she was, knew what I was planning. She wriggled back up and around to lay next to Kelly. She spread her legs and pulled Jerry into her to keep him going.

Now we had all four girls on their backs, side by side, with three guys ready to blow. Kim uttered the first words anyone had said for what seemed like hours, "You boys ready to splash us?"

God. So casual. So casually fucking hot.

She pulled the girls heads together and reached down to grab Jerry between her legs. She pulled him out and pulled him up to their faces. Jerry looked confused but wasn't fighting back. Kim started stroking him and the other girls either grabbed his balls, pinched his nipples, or stuck a finger in his butt. Hell, I couldn't tell what was what.

Jerry was about to lose it and couldn't figure out why he wasn't going *in* somebody's mouth or cunt for this. The realization that the girls were aiming his dick at their faces, finally tripped his trigger and blew.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh, Oh God, Oh Fuuuuuuck!"

The sight of the girls opening their mouths and sticking out their tongues to catch his cum-shots and practically fighting to take the next blast, just fucking blew his mind. Wave after wave of orgasm shook through his body and he emptied his balls on their faces. When he stopped cuming and they started licking the cum off of each other, it blew his mind again and he shot another load.

I describe this so calmly now of course but at the time, my systems were short-circuiting and I was desperately trying to hold off.

That ain't happening.

Britt reached over to Steve and Kelly reached for me. Two sets of hands on each of us, along with I don't know how much girl-goo, along with four cum-covered, tongue-cleaned faces, did it

Steve shot first and hit Britt in the face. Anna turned to lick it off of her cheek and was plastered in the nose with another blast. She squealed and opened her mouth to catch the next shot.

Fuck. Kelly looked in my eyes that way she does and I went. She held me pointed at her face and locked on my eyes as I frosted her. Kim started licking my spunk as it ran down Kelly's cheek and off her chin. I couldn't stop cuming. The feeling was so intense it felt like my entire soul was emptying onto/into this woman.

And this woman was drinking it all in. Literally yes, but figuratively too. Through this raunchy, balls-out, fuck-fest, we had connected more solidly that I would have thought possible. I don't know if it was the fact that we went there together or the fact that it required us to simply and totally trust the other person that did it but we were locked together forever.

And it felt real good.

I don't really remember much more about that night. I remember looking over at Kelly as she was sleeping at some point in the night and feeling all the feelings I just described. I remember falling back asleep with a smile and knowing that I had discovered profound peace and happiness.

The rest of the cruise was more of the same. It wasn't all about just sex. We, all of us, connected on many levels besides that. It was a perfect storm of personalities and perspectives that somehow combined to form a group that was one in a million.

On the last day, as we hauled our gear off the boat and contemplated what we had all experienced, we just stopped and stood in silence at the wonder of it all.

Kelly and I flew back to Hartford and I introduced her to my parents. They hit it off instantly as I knew they would. My Mom pulled me aside at one point and whispered, "Oh Brad, she's adorable. I love her! You should definitely hang on to her."

I whispered back, "Already sealed the deal Mom."

She screamed and threw her arms around me. Dad and Kelly looked over and Dad said to Kelly with a grin, "I'm guessing that means you're getting married?"

She nodded and they hugged, Dad maybe lingering a bit longer in that hug given the stunning woman in his arms? He gave me a congratulatory hug as well and muttered under his breath an approving "Damn, Boy."

That week in the islands was a turning point. I did things I never thought I would do, I felt things I never thought I could feel, and my life was changed forever.

I got on that boat as one person and got off as someone completely different. We drank, fucked, sailed, partied, lived, and loved.

And that, my friends, was my Mystic Adventure.



The Mystic Adventure



We were rolling down the runway, gathering speed for the climactic launch into the air. Building, building. None of this symbolism being lost on my cock, now straining to squeeze past my clenched legs trying to hold him down. As we lifted off, Kelly leaned over me to look out the window to watch the ground fall away. I leaned back in my seat to let her look and looked right down her top. I could see the edges of a lacy bra that kind of pushed her breasts together. They were medium sized and silky smooth looking. Her scent wafted over me even stronger now. I looked up at her neck and the wisps of her hair that came down from her neck and ponytail. Oh man, this is too much. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't. 

My eyes traveled down her perfect back, snugly wrapped in the tank top. The bottom of her tank had pulled away from the top of her shorts as she leaned over and I could just barely see the top of her thong and the beginning of the crack of her ass. It was a light blue thong with a small triangle at the top, disappearing... Oh fuck, this is bad. 

The plane hit some small turbulence and she let out a quick "Oh!" and put her hand down on my thigh to steady herself. My mind is spinning at this point. Did she put her hand closer to my crotch than she needed to? Am I letting my mind run away with me? Is she going to reach down, pull my cock out of my shorts and blow me? 

If I let my legs relax right now, my cock would spring up, rip through my pants, and hit her in the face so hard she'd probably get a black eye. Of course, you wouldn't be able to see it because I would blow my load all over her face (which she would happily lap up). Muumuu lady! Help!

Somehow, I keep my legs together and my cock doesn't rip through my pants. She finally leans back in her seat and looks at me with my eyes closed, presumably looking like I'm in some sort of pain.

"Do takeoffs scare you?" she asks, surprised. 

"Uh, something like that."

"Aww. Big strong guy like you. Afraid of flying?" She pats my chest. "Don't worry. If we ditch in the ocean, I'll save you. I was a lifeguard in college. I know CPR, mouth to mouth, all that stuff." She leans her head against my shoulder for a second to finish the act and then giggles and sits back. She reaches for the in flight magazine and starts to browse as I slowly come down from the brink. I don't think I've ever been so close to coming from a totally non-physical encounter like what just happened. I realize that my heart rate is coming down and my breathing is slowing. My god, I feel like I've just finished a marathon. I don't know if I can survive 5 hours of this.

The rest of the flight is relatively uneventful. That is, if you consider trying to contain my animal lust in the face of a relentless assault of beauty with a hint of does-she-know-it sexiness, conversation where I try to analyze everything she says trying to decide if I'm reading too much into it or not, and that smell that makes me want to bury my nose in her tits and inhale her into my lungs. Yeah, other than that it was pretty boring really. Fuck.

At about 4:00, the fasten seat belt light comes on and the captain tells us we are getting ready to land. It's not looking good for her to make her boat at this point. As we taxi to the terminal, I tell her to get up quick and get to the cruise line desk that's just down from the gate. Maybe the ship will wait since there are surely other passengers on this flight who need to make the boat as well. We quickly exchange email addresses and phone numbers and she leans over and kisses me on the cheek. 

"Brad, this has been so fun. I wish we had a ten hour flight so we could talk more. I hope you'll call me when you get back to the States. I'd really like to keep in touch."

"I will Kelly. Have a great time on the cruise. I'm sure everything will work out." With that, she hopped up, grabbed her carry-on from the overhead and disappeared down the aisle. 

I'm totally drained. The whole flight has been like some sort of Tantric sex act. I've been to the brink so many times, I'm seriously thinking that I'm going to need to go the restroom and relieve the pressure. I'm also thinking that I should have made some sort of more obvious indication that I was totally taken by her. Maybe I didn't give her a sign that I was into her. God, I should have just told her what I felt. Fuck.

I sit there as the other passengers gather their stuff and get off the plane. Finally, I get up and amble into the terminal thinking about the should-haves and could-haves of the last five hours. I feel like I'm in a movie where two strangers meet and fate is trying to push them together but for some reason, it doesn't happen. I'm hoping that, in this movie, the two strangers somehow get together in the end but I can't spot any cameras recording this action so this is probably real life. As I walk through the terminal, I glance over at the cruise line desk. 

At the desk I see two women with their backs to me, talking to the agent. I guess I'll probably have the image of that ass in my mind for the rest of my life. It's made all that much more perfect because she's on her tiptoes against the high desk. This is, of course, why somebody invented high heels; the shape it imparts on the legs and ass - especially one that is already perfect - is just - wow. Thanks Dude. 

Right then, she drops down and the two girls look at each other, crestfallen. The other one, it must be Kim, puts her arm around Kelly and pulls her into her chest. I can imagine what just happened and, if it wasn't so sad, the scene would be hot as hell. Kim has got bigger tits, but not huge, dark hair, dark skin, long legs and another excellent ass. In my mind, I see them look into each other's eyes and start a long, slow kiss as their hands explore their bodies. The people in the terminal all stop what they are doing, entranced in the scene that is unfolding in front of them. 

But of course, Kim and Kelly don't start a full on lesbo scene and the people don't stop what they are doing. The world moves on as these two come to the apparent realization that their vacation is ruined. I hesitate for a second, unsure of what I should do. Just then, Kelly looks up and sees me. I start over to them and she gives me a pained smile that confirms my suspicion.

"We missed it," she says with a sigh. "There's no way to make the ship before the boarding is closed and they won't let people board in Cayman. Some sort of change in policy after nine-eleven."

"Oh man that sucks. I'm really sorry. Are you sure there's nothing they can do?"

"Yeah, we tried everything. I even offered him my body but I think he's gay so that didn't work either. We are screwed." 

I chuckled at her joke and she even giggled too but I could tell it was hard. She was devastated. 

"Hi, I'm Brad. You must be Kim," I said, turning to the other stunning creature in the terminal. 

"Oh Brad, I'm sorry. Yes, this is Kim. I think you practically know her as well as I do at this point."

"Hi Brad. Nice to meet you. Kell, your text messages didn't do him justice - he's adorable."

"Kim! You're terrible! That was girl-talk. Don't you know the girl-talk rules?"

"Yeah, well, rules need to be broken sometimes and I'm usually the one to do it aren't I?" 

"Yeah, I guess you are."

I was kind of embarrassed but also intrigued by the secret texts that had evidently gone back and forth between the girls. I gave a little laugh and looked at Kelly who was looking down with what looked like a guilty grin on her face. Hmm.

"You know, you can probably get a hotel for the week. There is still lots to do in the Virgin Islands. You don't need a cruise ship."

The grin disappeared from Kelly's face. "The only problem is that the cruise line can't refund our deposit for a week. We don't really have enough money to stay here and our return flight isn't until next week. I think we are stranded in paradise." 

I swear my dick twitched even before the beginnings of a plan started to hatch in my head. I don't think that that is physically possible but it sure felt like it. 

"Listen, I know this may sound crazy but, you know, I've got my boat chartered for 10 days and I was going to have a tough time convincing the charter company to let me take it with no crew. It wouldn't be the same kind of vacation you had planned but if you wanted to come along, there's plenty of room."

Kelly's head lifted up and her face seemed to brighten. "You mean, all that stuff you talked about - sailing between the islands, the beaches, the moonlit nights at anchor in a secluded cove. We could do that?"

"Well, yeah, but umm, I probably painted a more romantic picture than it really is. It can be hard work. Trimming the sails, tending the lines, it's not easy. Plus, we have to cook our own meals, there's no air-conditioning, very little electricity. It's not a cruise ship by any means.

"You girls should probably talk it over. It's not fair to put Kim on the spot since she didn't even hear about the glamorous part. I'm going to head down to baggage claim. You two discuss it and see what you think. I'll tell you what. I'll even loan you the money for a week's stay at a hotel here on St. Thomas so there's no pressure by needing some place to stay. Okay?"

I turned around and started walking towards the baggage claim area. Two seconds later I heard the clap, clap, clap of flip-flops getting closer and then almost got knocked over when Kelly jumped up on my back. 

"We're in!" she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. "We have no idea how to sail but it sounds like such a cool thing. If you'll have us, we are definitely down for this. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Hmm," I said as I pretended to ponder the question. "Let's see, being by myself or sailing around the Virgin Islands with two beautiful women. I think I'll go with option two." They both laughed and we headed down towards baggage claim. 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I wasn't in some extended daydream and still on the plane was I? This was really working out? My cock stiffened again at the thought of those two babes sunning themselves on the deck of the boat as we cruised around. Oh man. Oh man.

We got to baggage claim and most everyone was already gone. There were just two pieces of luggage still circling the carousel. I spotted my duffle bag right away and grabbed it off the line. Kelly grabbed the other small bag but there were no more pieces of luggage to be seen. Great, I thought. Now we've got to try and find her lost luggage. It was a direct flight. How could they lose it?

"OK, let's go," said Kelly as she picked up her carry-on, purse, and the small bag she had just gotten. 

"That's it? Don't you have a suitcase or something?" I then noticed that Kim also only had a small bag, what looked like a laptop case, and her purse. "Wait, this is all you brought?"

"Hey Brad, bikinis don't take up much room and we really didn't plan on attending the formal parties on the ship. We figured we would buy t-shirts and souvenir clothes while we were here so we didn't bring much."

Did she just say bikinis? Did my cock just get that much harder when she said it? 

"Okay, hold on just a minute girls. There is one condition for bringing you on this trip. You can't wear bikinis while you are on the boat. If I end up steering us into the rocks somewhere because you two distracted me by wearing bikinis on deck, it would cost me a fortune to pay for the damage. You're just going to have to wear muumuus for safety's sake." They laughed and Kelly playfully slapped my chest. 

"Muumuus! Oh my god Brad. Did you see that woman on the plane!? That's hysterical!" Kelly described muumuu woman to Kim and they both laughed.

"Okay Brad. We promise. We won't wear our bikinis. We'll take them off while we are on the deck." She gave me a wink and then they both laughed again. 

"Well, that backfired on me I guess," I bent down to pick up my stuff. Man, to think how this day started and how I was feeling. And now to be here, with these two women, on the edge of something that was looking like it was going to go somewhere I could have only imagined before. If I am dreaming, I hope I don't wake up for a few more days.

We walked outside and into the glorious tropical day that was just starting to fade into early evening. It's like stepping through a portal to another dimension. 

People talk about the rhythm of the islands and it sounds corny but it really does exist. As soon as you get there, things slow down. Schedules don't seem to matter quite as much. If it doesn't happen today, tomorrow will be just as glorious and we'll see if we get to it then. That attitude seeps into everyone. It can be frustrating to some people, people who can't relax and who have the need to keep pushing and pushing. Those people look at this place and try and think of ways to fix it. Other people, people who are able to slow down and appreciate this new pace of life, are almost instantly transformed into it. I looked at these two girls, who had, at some point, each taken an arm, and saw that they were of the latter category. The ocean, the mountains, the sunshine, the cool breeze, all came together and basically took their breath away. 

"Oh my god, it's beautiful. Kim, can you believe this?"

"Fuck, Kell." she said quietly. 

I'm working on that, I thought to myself.

We grabbed a cab and headed to the hotel I had reserved for the night. It's part of the whole charter marina so tomorrow, we would be right there ready to get the boat. I checked in while the girls explored the grounds. There was a pool with a swim up bar and a newly built outdoor nightclub that the brochure had said was the new happening place. 

I took the bags to the room and then walked back to the main area to find them. I finally tracked them down in the boutique. 

"We're trying on muumuus Brad!" Kelly said and busted out laughing. Kim practically fell over. The sales lady in the store, who was actually wearing a muumuu, failed to see any humor in her comment. "Go away Brad. We're buying you a thank you gift and we don't want you to see. We'll meet you at the bar Okay?"

"Okay fine. Just remember. Big honkin' muumuus are best. A bright green floral print should keep us off the rocks." They both giggled again and the sales lady looked even more confused. I left the store and headed to the bar. 

I ordered a pitcher of Margaritas and settled at a patio table to watch the pool activity. The new nightclub seemed to have attracted a younger, more hip crowd than had been here last time I was there. There were a bevy of smokin' women and chiseled guys and things were getting pretty rambunctious. The hot tub was crowded and a couple of the girls were sitting on their guys' laps. One girl was leaning back on her guy with her head next to his. Every once in a while, his hands would come up, brush against her tits, and then go back under water again. By the look on her face, his hands were being a bit more adventurous below the water line. 

I heard a commotion over in the pool and looked over to two girls on their guy's shoulders having a chicken fight. They were each trying to topple the other and as one girl went over, she grabbed onto the other girl's top and pulled it off. The spectators in the pool all cheered. The girl, who was now topless, tried to cover up at first but then just gave a "fuck it" shrug and held up her arms. The crowd went wild. The girl who pulled off the top popped to the surface and held up the top thinking they were cheering for her. When she realized they were cheering for the girl without her top, she pulled off hers as well and the crowd went crazier still. Pretty soon, more girls were pulling off their tops to try and get a bigger cheer going. An impromptu exhibition show just formed out of nothing and the place went wild. 

Suddenly, lights started swirling from what seemed to be a thousand lasers and a synth started slowly building with the beginnings of a house/trance song. The pan built to a peak and then exploded into a driving beat that shook the ground. The crowd just erupted into a frenzy of dancing, grooving, and cheering. 

Holy Shit! I said to myself as I sat up in my chair. I'd never seen anything like it before and was mesmerized by the transformation. 

"Jesus Christ Brad! This place is off the hook!" I was jolted again by Kelly and Kim as they pulled up chairs next to me. 

"I know!" I shouted over the throbbing beat. "It wasn't like this last time I was here!"

"Are these for us?" Kim asked, pointing to the Margaritas. 

"Yeah. If you want something else, just let the waitress know."

"I think this will do fine," she said as she poured a drink for Kelly too. They slammed down the drinks and then popped up from their seats. 

"Where are you two going?" I shouted. 

"Dancing, where else? Come on! Let's go!" 

They each grabbed an arm and dragged me out by the pool. The atmosphere was electric as the crowd surged onto the patio and gyrated to the beat. We had a little room at first but we quickly got pressed together and wound up smashed together in a mass of bodies. Any notion of personal space was thrown out the window at this point. It was all one big throbbing organism that seemed to take on a life of it's own. 

I looked down at Kelly who was pressed up against me with her arms up in the air and her body moving sensually against mine. I flashed back to my fantasy in the plane and couldn't believe it. Of course my cock flashed back quicker than I did and started to stir as well. She looked up at me, smiled at me, put her arms around my neck, and pulled me closer. 

At that point, I had reached the limit of my ability to hold back and appear unaffected. I let myself go and pulled her into me. We moved like that for a while and then she turned around and backed her ass into my crotch. Just then, I felt a pair of hands from around my back. Kim had moved behind me and was grinding from the other side. I could feel her tits on my back as she stroked my chest and then moved her hands to Kelly's tits. We continued grinding each other in various positions until we were soaking wet and exhausted. We made our way back to our table and flopped down into our chairs. 

"Fuck," I said as I sat down. 

"Just about," said Kelly as she sat and let out a laugh. "Tell me Brad, do you always carry a flashlight in your pants when you go dancing?"

Kim did a spit-take on her drink and busted out laughing. The two girls just about fell out of their chairs. 

"Very funny you two," I said.

"What's very funny?" The waitress put down a couple of plates of sliders, clams, and shrimp that I had ordered just before the girls got there and the earth started shaking. 

"Brad! You ordered food! You're the best! I'm starving!

"Brad has a big flashlight and he was using it on the dance floor. It was getting banged around though and I think it almost exploded from the pressure," Kelly explained to the waitress who looked thoroughly confused. Kim meanwhile, had Margarita coming out of her nose at this point and basically couldn't breathe she was laughing so hard. Kelly kept up the story unfazed as she loaded her plate with food. 

"I think it's a Maglite or something but Brad won't show it to us. It's the kind that supposedly lasts a long time. We tried to grab a hold of it but it seemed so big. I'm not sure I could even get my hands around it if I did grab it." 

Kelly looked over at me with a sly grin. Kim was hyperventilating. 

"Did you lose it on the dance floor," the waitress said to me. "I can ask the other waitresses to look for it." 

Now I was laughing. "No, I've still got it. Thanks. I'll show it to them back at the room." I looked back at Kelly with a "right back at you" wink.




The Mystic Adventure



"Well, Okay. Let me know if you need anything else." She walked away shaking her head as we all cracked up again. 

"You are bad Kelly," I said, handing another napkin to Kim. 

"I know. I'm sorry to tease you like that. I just can't help it sometimes. God, this shrimp is fantastic!"

It was a long night of drinking, dancing and teasing back and forth. We finally stumbled back to the room at about 2:30. We were all so totally spent from the flight, the booze, and the dancing that we just collapsed on the bed and fell instantly to sleep. My last thought as my eyes closed was "Fuck, I thought I was going to get some tonight..."

I woke up the next morning with two girls snuggled up on each side of me. Kim, on the right, had her hand on my chest while Kelly, on the left, had her hand on the waistband of my shorts. As I stirred, Kelly also came awake and bumped her hand against my cock. She felt around for a second and then said in a sing-song voice "Who's got morning woo-ood?"

Kim reached over and grabbed Kelly's hand on my cock and said "I guess Kell does", and they both started laughing. 

"It's a Maglite," I said and they laughed even harder.

"You haven't had that since last night have you Brad? You know, erections lasting longer than four hours can have serious medical side effects. You should see your doctor." Both girls giggled again and then got out of bed, leaving me there with a raging hard-on. 

"First dibs on the shower!" yelled Kelly as she headed for the bathroom. 

"Fuck that Kell," said Kim. "I've got Margarita all over me. I'm coming in there with you like it or not." She closed the door and they both started giggling and hooting playfully. My cock stiffened even further as I tried to turn on my x-ray vision to see what was happening in that room. 

I got up to start some coffee and noticed that their banter had suddenly become quiet. All I could hear was the water running - for a long time.

"You girls alright in there?" I yelled against the closed door.

"Yeah...we're, umm, fine," came Kelly's voice, sounding like she was out of breath. 

"Umm, hmm," was all I could hear from Kim. 

Hell, I didn't need x-ray vision. My mind could paint a perfectly good picture of what was going on. Yeah, Kelly is pressed up against the side of the shower and Kim is kneeling in front of her. Kelly has one leg up with her foot on the Kim's shoulder while Kim licks the slit of Kelly's cunt with the tip of her tongue. Because of the angle though, she can't quite get at it very well. 

Kelly's breathing was quickening, "I can't believe we are doing this Kim. You are so teasing me."

Kim doesn't say anything but turns over so her head is facing up between Kelly's legs. Kelly gets the message and puts her foot outside the tub on the floor. She leans forward, grabs the soap dish on the wall, and squats down over Kim's eager mouth. Kim lightly flicks her tongue along the smooth, slippery edge of Kelly's cunt. It's a slow, sensuous lick that sends shivers and shudders through Kelly's body. It's not like she hasn't had her cunt licked before but not by another girl. She is caught between the incredible sensations and the line that she didn't think she would be interested in crossing. She lifts her pussy just slightly away from Kim's languid tongue but can't help but ease back down a little to keep the feelings coming. The conflicting emotions are waging a battle in her brain when all of a sudden, the lust sweeps over her and she jams her cunt down on Kim's face letting out a low, guttural moan as she does. 

"You made coffee! You are amazing!" Kelly, wrapped in a towel, had come up alongside me at the counter. 

Shit, back to reality. "Here. Take these cups. Cream and sugar are on the table. Bagels are toasting and I'll have some eggs done in a minute." She looked up at me and slowly poked me in the side and on my arm.

"Are you for real?" she asked. 

"Yes. Now go get some clothes on so I can focus on these eggs."

"Eggs! And coffee! I'm starving," Kim said as she came out of the bedrooom. She was wearing shorts and a gauzy blue shirt - the kind that you can't tell if it's really see-through or not. The kind that you have to look for an extra second or two to decide if that's her nipple you can see or just a pattern in the fabric. The kind that she doesn't wear a bra under so you get that subtle little jiggle as she walks and moves around. Yeah, that kind.

"Oh, that's so pretty!" Kelly ran her hand along the fabric, feeling the smoothness. 

"I know, I love it! Umm, Brad, this was on the bed in the other bedroom along with a bunch of other clothes and stuff. It's not mine but I couldn't help by try it on. Are we in the right room?"

It took me a second to register what she was saying and stop trying to catch a glimpse of her breast from the gape between the buttons of the shirt. I was perplexed and then I remembered. "Oh shit, that's right! The boutique has a Vacation Package where they will deliver assorted clothes to the room so you don't have to bring as much. It's kind of like a Honey... Well, you know." 

"Wow! This stuff is amazing!" Kelly yelled from inside the bedroom. 

Kim had seen the change in my face as I remembered who I had bought that stuff for. "I'm sorry Brad. I shouldn't have put this on. Kell, package that stuff up. We need to send it back."

What the Hell am I doing? Pining for her? Fuck that. 

"No, no. Leave it out. Let's see what they brought us," I said as I finished putting the eggs on the plates and walked into the bedroom. 

On the bed was practically an entire wardrobe. There were 5 sets of fabric that I assumed were bikinis since they seemed to consist of virtually nothing at all; assorted shorts and shirts ranging from t-shirts to the type that Kim was wearing; two mini dresses - one in black and one in blue; and a decorative box of lingerie tied up in a bow. 

"Well, they do it right don't they," I said as I surveyed the scene. 

"I saw some of this stuff in the boutique yesterday," Kelly said. 

"Kell, let's wrap this back up. You should be able to get your money back Brad. I just got out of the shower so I can fold this top back up and nobody will know."

"Listen, why don't you two look through the stuff and decide if you like anything. I know you didn't bring much with you so if you need anything just grab it. If it doesn't fit, we can exchange it for a different size. That's part of the package deal."

'That's so sweet Brad but we couldn't."

Looking at the sexy clothes and lingerie, and thinking of those two in it had my cock twitching again. "No, really. You guys need clothes and this stuff is already paid for." And I really want to see you two in those bikinis and mini-dresses and see-through shirts I said to myself as I walked back to the kitchen. "Now come and eat some breakfast. I've got to go get checked in for the boat. Meet me on the dock with all your stuff when you are done."

I grabbed a bagel and my coffee mug and headed out to the office. I just about ran into an older woman who was coming around the corner. She looked down at my tented shorts, gave a "humph", and scurried away.

At this point, my mind was spinning. Yeah, I just spent the night with two women (OK, I slept in the same bed with two women) who absolutely take my breath away. I've pretty much fallen in love with Kelly just when I had decided it wouldn't happen again. She seems like she's into me but I really can't tell if she's just nice that way and enjoys the teasing or if this could really go somewhere. Then there's the whole threesome possibility thing that keeps pushing its way into my brain anytime I see them together. Tie it all off with the visions of those two picking up the bikinis and holding them up to see if they would fit...

I'm going with the fact that all these things spinning around in my head was the reason I didn't see the milk crate on the dock. Luckily, I was able to tuck my head and roll instead of crashing face first onto the dock. That's a hell of a way to lose a hard on. 

The Dockmaster was the first to rush over to me to see if I was all right. I assured him that I was and that it was no big deal. "It's my fault. I should have been looking where I was going."

"Nonsense. That crate should not have been left there. I'm so sorry sir. Let me help you up."

"I'm Okay, really," I said as I rubbed my toe. 

"Are you staying at the Hotel," he asked.

"I stayed last night but I'm picking up a boat today. I was just heading to the office to sign in."

"Let me make it up to you. If you have your reservation papers, I'll get you signed in and you can just head down to the boat. Do you know the yacht name?"

"Um, yeah; Mystic Adventure. That's really not necessary though. I'm not hurt."

"It's my pleasure sir. I'm going to talk to the Hotel manager and remove the charge for your room as well. Mystic is on Dock 3, toward the end. Please, accept my apologies and enjoy your charter."

"Look, you really don't..." but he had snatched my reservation paper, whirled around, and headed off to the office. 

I felt a little guilty getting this treatment since it was my day dreaming about threesomes that caused the whole thing but he was not taking no for an answer so what the hell. I found Dock 3 and headed off in search of my Mystic Adventure. 

The place was a buzz of activity. On any given day, there are boats coming in, boats going out, and all manner of maintenance being performed on the ones that aren't. I found Mystic at the end of the dock and my jaw dropped. It can be a bit of a crap-shoot picking up a charter boat. You can really only specify the size of the boat you want and you get whatever they happen to have available in that size when you get there. They are always relatively new but Mystic was brand-new! It was the latest model Beneteau 43.3, which meant it was 43 feet long and had 3 cabins. It was way overkill for what I needed but, at the time I reserved it, I wanted to make sure it had as much of the comforts of home as I could get so that "The Princess" wouldn't be too inconvenienced. 

There was actually a crowd of people on the dock surrounding her. Some were workers cleaning her up and checking out all the systems. Others were other charterers I guess, checking out the new boat and marveling at her lines. 

As I walked up, one guy looked over at me. "She's a beauty huh? I think she's going out for her first charter today. Can you imagine sailing that thing?"

"Yup, I've been imagining it for about six months."

He did a double take on me. "It's yours! You dog! That is one sweet looking ride." He slapped me on the back and offered his hand. "I'm Steve."

"Brad. Nice to meet you Steve." 

"How long is your charter?"

"Ten days. Are you coming in or going out?" I asked. 

"We're getting ready to go out," he said. "I'm here with a college buddy. I pried him away from his wife for a week to come down and do some partying before he totally succumbs to that shrew of a woman." 

I laughed, "Well, you should have a good time. I'm sure we'll run into you on one of the islands. We'll get together and have a drink."

"Sounds good. How many people are sailing with you? That thing looks like it could sleep 20."

"Brad! We found you!" All the people on the dock turned to look at the source of the shout. The collective jaws of everyone on the dock dropped as they saw Kelly and Kim approaching. 

"Just two," I said.

Kim was still wearing that shirt that I had wondered if it was really see-through or not. In the bright light of the tropical sun, I had my confirmation. Okay, it wasn't really see-through but it was just gauzy enough to let enough light through that the shapes and shadows of her two pert breasts jiggling slightly as she walked, were visible. Close enough for me. 

Kelly, was wearing short-shorts and a crop-top that exposed her perfect midriff. It looked like she was wearing a bikini top underneath with straps that went around her neck. On her shirt was the age-old sailor's slogan of the tropics - "Drink, Stink, and Go-Naked". I had told her about that on the plane and I was tickled that she had picked up a shirt with it in the boutique. She was stunning in that outfit but what was even more dazzling was here smile and her unabashed, unconstrained, just happy to be alive attitude that flowed from her and seemed to infect everyone. The girls dropped their bags, threw their arms out and headed towards me in a run.

Deep down, I know that time didn't actually slow down and that the sunlight didn't focus solely on her as she approached but it certainly did in my head. I could see Steve from the corner of my eye as he turned slowly to me with a look on his face that could only be described as "You have got to be fucking kidding me". 

At that moment, despite having virtually fallen in to this heavenly arraignment, I had to admit, I was feeling pretty smug. 

"What, doesn't everyone charter a bareboat in the tropics with two stunning women?" I smiled just as they crashed into me and hugged me like they hadn't seen me in ages. 

"Is this the boat?" Kelly asked as she unlocked her arms from around my neck. "Oh my god, it's beautiful! It looks so sleek and, I don't know, it just looks beautiful!" She turned and looked up at me with a huge smile on her face and her eyes wide and gleaming. 

I thought back six months ago, to when I was looking at the charter catalog and I had seen the picture of this new boat. I mentioned that I hoped we could get that one. She had looked up from her Blackberry and commented that it looks like it would be slow and why couldn't we get a power boat instead so we wouldn't have to "work" during vacation. 

The fact that Kelly could see the beauty of this boat and was excited by the prospect of learning to sail it and just be on it kind of kicked me into a different dimension with my thoughts of her. Up until now, I was basically just lusting after her and my dick brain was muscling out every other thought that might have been trying to wedge it's way in. Now however, in that instant of seeing something deeper inside her, that connection on a more emotional level than just playful sex-talk and teasing, something shifted. I still didn't want to over analyze the feeling but I knew it was different at that point. 

"Brad, we've got you all checked in and the boat will be ready in just a few more minutes." It was the Dockmaster coming up behind us as we looked at the boat. He was holding my papers and was being followed by couple of guys wheeling hand trucks with milk crates full of food and provisions. "Zeke, let's get Brad and his party aboard and help him with the provisions," he yelled up to one of the guys on deck. 

Zeke, a huge black man who had been supervising some of the work, came back to the stern of the boat and extended his hand to me. "Welcome aboard Mahn." he said in a thick Jamaican accent. 

I shook his hand and stepped onto the swim platform that forms the back of the boat and then into the cockpit. 

"Ah dese lovely ladies with you mahn?" he said as he looked up at Kim and Kelly. 

"Yeah, let's help them onboard." I moved back to show them how to step onto the platform from the dock. 

"No mahn, I got it" and with that he reached up and grabbed both girls - one in each arm - and deposited them on the swim platform in one smooth motion. I'm pretty sure all three of them enjoyed the ride and Zeke gave me a knowing look as he set them down.

"Thanks Zeke," both girls said in unison. Kim gave him a kiss on the cheek and then they stepped into the cockpit.

"What do we have to do Brad? We don't really know anything about this."

"Okay, we have to get all the food stowed onboard so you two start putting things below as the guys put the crates onboard? Just get the cold stuff in the fridge as quick as you can and then put the other stuff wherever you can find a spot for it. I've got to go over the boat with Zeke."

"Okay, we're on it." The girls headed down below. 

I just started to talk with Zeke when I heard "Holy shit! This is amazing!" from down below. "Brad, have you seen it down here? It's huge!"

"I'll be down in a minute Kelly. Check it all out so you can give me the tour."

I looked over at the dock and there were still tons of people just milling around and admiring the views. It wasn't just guys either. I swear I detected a new sexual undercurrent that had started when the girls arrived. The wives and girlfriends who were on the dock were just a little more clingy on their guys. There were a few shirts that were unbuttoned a little farther than I had noticed when I first got there. One couple were in a full embrace and the guy had his hands down the back of his girl's shorts exposing the top of her thong swimsuit bottom. She pulled his hands away but grabbed him by the arm and led him off quickly. What the hell man? It's like these girls give off some kind of electrical field that turns people into sex junkies! It's weird but I'm not complaining.

The girls busied themselves with packing away the food and drink and exploring the cabin below while I went over all the yacht systems with Zeke. Regardless of their size, all the charter boats are pretty much the same and I was familiar with all the controls and gizmos on the boat. Zeke asked me if the girls knew anything about sailing and I had to confess that they didn't and I was going to be pretty much single-handing this boat the whole time. I knew they would be happy to pitch in but some things, you just don't learn in a week. 

"You're in luck mahn," he said as he took me back to the cockpit to show me some fancy new equipment. Sailboats, even big ones, are very easy to steer. The hard part, the part you need a crew for, is trimming the sails. The sails have to be positioned just right depending on the wind direction and the direction you want to go so it can involve a lot of letting out and pulling in on the ropes that control them. On a big boat, with big sails, that can be back breaking. This boat, Zeke showed me, had a new system that trimmed the sails automatically if you wanted it to. Having grown up on the water, racing all kinds of boats, that seemed sacrilegious to me but, under the circumstances, it was going to be a godsend. Zeke explained how it all worked and said I'd have "no problem mahn" taking this boat wherever I wanted to go. 

As I signed off on the checkout checklist and Zeke stepped onto the dock, he winked and called out "Don't do anyting I wouldn't do mahn."

"What wouldn't you do?"

"Noting that I can tink of," he laughed as he walked down the dock.

I hear ya bro. 

Okay, time to see what the girls had figured out below decks. I climbed down the companionway steps into the main salon and immediately saw why Kelly was so blown away. 

The galley was immediately to the left - port - at the bottom of the stairs and then it opened up into a center table with plush seats along each side. Kim was busy putting things into cabinets and compartments so that they wouldn't bash around when we were under way. To the right - starboard - there was a navigation station with radios, GPS systems, and a weather plotter - not that you'd really need any of that stuff in the Virgins where the weather was pretty much always clear and you could see everywhere you needed to go. To the rear of the boat were two master staterooms with a large bed in each. I poked my head into each of them. Each room had a private head - bathroom with included shower. Very nice but I was hoping to find Kelly and was disappointed when I didn't see her. 

"Where's Kelly," I said as I came back into the galley. 

Kim nodded her head towards the forward cabin so I went up and knocked on the door. "Kelly?"

I heard her say "Don't come in," but it sounded like she was crying. 




The Mystic Adventure



"Are you Okay?" I cracked opened the door slowly and saw her lying on the bed with her face buried in a pillow, obviously sobbing. 

"What's wrong," I said as I hurried over to the bed. "Are you hurt?" She didn't seem to be in pain but she was definitely crying.

"Oh Brad. This is all so wonderful and so beautiful. It's just too much. I started thinking about the fact that it's going to be over in 10 days and I just started crying." 

"Hey, that's not like you. You take every day one at a time and enjoy them all to the fullest. Don't start worrying about things that haven't happened yet. Let's just have some fun and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow."

She rolled over and wiped her eyes and smiled. "I know. I'm so stupid. I never do this but all of a sudden, the thought of this being over and going back to the real world just hit me and I started balling!" She sniffled and wiped her hair from her face. "God, I'm a wreck." Then she looked up at me and into my eyes. She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head in my chest. God she smelled good. 

"Brad, I know we've been joking around and having fun like this is just a big party but I want you to know how much this means to me. And Kim too." She pulled back and looked up at me, "to think how close we were to having a real problem down here and then to have it transformed into something like this is just, well, I just can't believe it."

"Hey Kelly,"

"My friends call me Kell."

"Oh, okay...Kell." Shit, there goes another shift in this "relationship" that seems to be forming. I don't really want to think about that right now. "Look, it's me who should be thanking you. I was wallowing in my own self-pity when I got on that plane. But when you sat down in 18C and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and infected me with your every-day-is-an-adventure outlook, you snapped me out of it right then. You basically saved this vacation for me when I thought it couldn't be saved, just on the flight down. Now that you are going to be with me for the whole week, I think that's probably fixed me for the rest of my life."

"Oh Brad, that's the nicest thing...," she started sobbing again and clung to me harder. I held her until she calmed down and hit me in the chest. "Get out of here. I've got to get myself together so I can get back to having fun!" 

I got up and headed out, "Make it snappy, we've got to be heading out pretty soon. I don't want to be anchoring at Marinas Cay at night."

Kim looked up as I came out of the forward cabin, "Is she alright?" 

"Yeah, I think she got a little overwhelmed by it all. She's fine."

Kim took a more serious tone. "Listen Brad, I really want to thank you for all this. This is more than we could have ever wished for. I can't believe we are going to be sailing around this paradise for 10 days. When I think of what that snobby cruise ship would have been. With smarmy assholes who would be hitting on us from the second we stepped on the ship. Ugh! Thank you for saving us from all that." She leaned in to me and kissed me on the cheek and as she did, her shirt gaped open a little giving me a quick glimpse of the perfect inside curve of her breast. No, thank you my dear.

"Kim, I just told Kelly that it's you two who I want to thank - for saving my vacation. I've got a whole different outlook on life from when I started and it's because of you two." My dick was urging me to rip her shirt open and bury my face in her breasts but I resisted and kissed her forehead instead. As much as I wanted to bone the shit out of these two, and frankly, that was seeming like it was going to be more and more of a possibility, this seemed like a connection moment that I didn't want to ruin.  

"When you guys are ready, come on up on deck so we can go over some things about the boat."

I headed up the companionway stairs back out into the sunshine and the bustle of the dock. The crowd had thinned out by now and several boats had left or were in the process of leaving. I saw Steve on the other side of the dock, casting off the lines from his boat while his nervous looking buddy/crew tried to figure out where to stand and not be in the way. Oh man, I had a wave of worry wash over me when I saw that. I've taken people sailing before who, for some reason, just didn't mesh with the boat. They were nervous, uncomfortable, and just had a terrible time. Sometimes, you don't know until you actually do it if this thing is for you. For all their enthusiasm, either of these girls could wind up hating this and that would be a predicament. 

Steve looked up and I pushed that thought out of my mind. "Hey man, we'll see you out there!" I yelled as he threw off the last line. 

"You suck!" he yelled back as he busted into a big smile. He glanced over at his buddy who was in white shorts and freaking cardigan; looking like he was afraid he was going to catch something if he sat down, and looked back at me. He shook his head and turned to his wheel to guide the boat away from the dock. 

I chuckled and turned back to see Kim and Kelly coming up from below.

"Who sucks?" Kelly asked, looking fully composed and as radiant as ever. 

"That was Steve. I met him just before you got here. I'm pretty sure he thinks the gods had some sort of mix-up and you two were supposed to go with him on his boat instead of his buddy." I pointed to Steve's boat as it moved slowly down the row of docked boats heading out to the harbor. 

"Does he have a captain for his boat?" Kim asked, looking at the spiffily dressed man on board.

"No, that's his buddy. He's dressed up like some kind of yacht club officer or something." 

"Oh my god, that's too funny! He looks like he has a corn cob up his butt!" Kim burst out laughing at her own comment and Kelly punched her playfully in the arm. 

"That's not nice!" she laughed. "But god, you're right. He looks like he really doesn't want to be there. That'll be a fun time for your buddy Steve." 

Just then, Steve looked back towards us and obviously now saw the girls on deck with me. He flipped a finger at us but I knew he was just giving me shit and I knew I deserved it. Kelly started waving back so I waved too. 

"Bye Steve!" I heard Kim yell and I looked over at her expecting her to have joined in playfully rubbing it in his face. She was rubbing it in all right. She had her shirt pulled open and was full on flashing him and everyone else who happened to be looking.

"Kim!" Kelly screamed and then burst out laughing. 

I don't know how I managed to pull my eyes from Kim's perfect chest but I looked back at Steve just in time to seem him turn away shaking his head. He looked up to the sky and raised his hands in a "Why me God" kind of gesture. 

A few seconds later, the radio on the wheel pedestal crackled to life. 

"Mystic Adventure, Mystic Adventure; this is Razor," I knew it was Steve calling for one more parting shot.

"Razor, this is Mystic. Switch to channel 3." Everyone leaves their radio on channel 16 but you can't carry on a conversation on that channel so the normal protocol is to agree to an alternate channel for your chat. I showed Kelly how to switch the radio to channel 3 and raised the mic. "Razor, this is Mystic. Copy?"

"Hey man, tell whoever that was; thanks for the lovely parting gift. And, did I mention; You suck!"

I laughed and raised the mic to answer him back but Kim grabbed it out of my hand. 

"Ooh! I want to talk to him. Do I press here?"

"Yup. Just let go when you are done talking or you won't hear him."

"Hi Steve! This is Kim. I'm sorry I did that to you. I hope it didn't scar you for life or stunt your growth." She looked at me, "Do I have to say 'Over'?"

"No," I chuckled.

"Darlin', I can assure you that my growth is not stunted by that display." We all laughed at the stupid double entendres that were flying. "You made my day Kim. Thanks for that. I don't even want to know which islands you are heading to. I don't think my heart could take it but if we run into each other, you are all invited over for rum punch and cheese."

"It's a deal," Kim said. 

"Razor, out."

"Do you think we'll run into him out there Brad?" Kim asked as she handed me the mic. 

"It's a pretty good bet. There are a pretty well established set of ports in the islands so it's a good chance we'll see them again. I hope we do. He's a nice guy."

Kelly punched me in the arm, "You just want to see Kim's tits again."

"No way. Didn't you know? I'm gay. That stuff doesn't interest me in the least." I tried to give my best disinterested look.

"I know a maglite that says different," Kelly said and we all broke out laughing at the memory of last night at the bar.

We spent the next hour or so going over the boat and how the various lines and winches worked. I showed them how to raise the mainsail and unfurl the jib and we talked about how we would anchor when the time came. They picked it up very quickly and seemed to have a good sense of what they would be doing. I reminded them that while there would be time for sunning and relaxing once we were anchored, while we were sailing, there would be some work, especially when going upwind. They said they were ready for anything so I started getting ready to get going. 

Just then, I realized that I had not brought my gear from the hotel room. Shit! I hadn't even checked out! I told the girls to sit tight and I would run back to the room to get my stuff. I stepped onto the dock and saw the Dockmaster coming towards me with my bag on a cart. 

"I thought you might be needing this Brad," he said as he approached. 

"Oh thanks! I got so caught up in getting the boat ready, I forgot about the room!"

"No worries Brad. We've got all your things right here. I've squared your account with the Hotel manager and you are all set."

"You really didn't have to do that. It was my stupid mistake for not looking where I was going."

"Case closed Brad. It's done and it's our pleasure. There is one more thing however. Your guests wanted to return the Boutique package that you bought and credit it back to your account. Since I had settled your account with the manager beforehand, there really wasn't any reason to return the items so I've brought them with me. Would you still like to have them? 

I looked back at the girls. I knew how excited they were when they first saw the clothes.

"We just felt bad and thought if we can't actually pay you for this wonderful trip, we could at least try to save you some money."

I was touched by their thoughtfulness. And Kim's shirt was still unbuttoned. It was just open a little bit and I couldn't actually see anything but frankly, that's even more sexy than if she just had the whole thing open. The tease; the hint of what you can't see but know is there just around the corner; that's the shit.

Focus. I looked back at the Dockmaster and then back at the girls.

"I guess it's not coming out of my wallet so what do you say? Do you want this stuff?"

They looked at each other and then smiled, "Okay!" They shouted in unison. They jumped up and reached for the packages that the Dockmaster was handing over. Each time Kim reached for a package, her shirt opened up and I got a flash of her breast. God, they were perfect. They weren't big but they were perfectly shaped and so smooth looking. 

What the hell is it about the curve of a woman's breast that is so mesmerizing? Why do guys, who've already seen a hundred of them, still want to see more? I'm sure it's related to some sort of evolutionary procreation selection that promotes the species or something. Whatever it is, I'm glad we have it.

"Earth to Brad."

Kelly's voice snaped me out of my Darwinian daydream and I realize that I'm staring at Kim's right breast as she takes the last of the packages from the Dockmaster. 

Kim looks over at me, "Oops!" she says with a sly grin. She turns to carry the clothes down below and I look back at the Dockmaster.

"You have a good trip Brad. Call us on channel 16 if you need anything or have any problems."

"Will do sir and thanks again for all you've already done."

With that, I fired up the engine and got ready to shove off. The dockhands helped untie the lines and guide the big boat out from its spot between two other boats as I slowly kicked it into gear and got underway. As I got clear, two smaller boats approached us from the side. One was our dinghy. It was a small, inflatable boat with a little outboard engine on the back. The guy in it brought it alongside, tied its long bowline to the boat and then jumped in the other boat for a ride back to the dock. Our dinghy fell back behind us and would follow in our wake, ready to take us to shore when we anchored. 

The yacht basin was not very crowded but I still moved with care out to the main harbor. From there, I headed out to the Sir Francis Drake Channel - the main sailing area of the Virgin Islands. The girls were on deck, just taking in all the scenery and tidying up various lines as I had shown them earlier. As we got closer to the mouth of the harbor, I could feel the wind picking up. This was going to be a good sail up to Marinas Cay. 

"All right girls. Let's get ready to raise the main," I yelled over the sound of the engine and the waves. They got to their places as I had explained and found the right line to use to raise the sail. They wrapped it around an electric winch and held on to the end.

"Ready!" they said.

I turned the boat straight into the wind. "Do it!"

They started pulling on the line and the winch kicked in and "assisted" their efforts. This is the first time I'd seen one of these new assist winches and I was instantly sold. Normally, someone has to put a handle into the top of the winch and hand crank the thing around and around as someone else pulls on the end. It's a tough, tedious process - especially on a big boat. The assist winch senses someone pulling on the rope that is wrapped around it and its electric motor turns on and helps. The harder you pull, the faster the winch will turn until it has to gear down as the load gets high. The girls had no trouble raising the mainsail so we were quickly ready for the jib.

The jib is the sail in the front of the boat and it is stowed by wrapping it around and around itself like a window blind while it's attached to the wire going up to the top of the mast. To deploy the jib, you don't raise it, you just unfurl it like you would pull down a blind. The jib is an even bigger sail than the mainsail oddly enough and it has to be controlled with its own set of winches - one on each side of the boat. These were also assist winches and the girls set them up as I had shown them. 

"Ready!" they yelled.

"Do it!"

Like the curve of a woman's breast that I never get tired of, there's a moment in big boat sailing when three things come together that is similarly wonderful. As the girls pulled the jib out, I slowly eased the boat off of the eye of the wind. This put the wind to one side of the boat. Here's the moment. The sails filled, the boat heeled over, and I cut the engine off. 

To the newbie, the silence is startling. You go from a rumbling diesel engine and its associated vibration that has blended into the background to just the sound of the wind and waves. Then, as the boat gets its side rail down and it starts driving forward through the waves, it produces one of the true "sweet spots" in sailing. To new sailors, it's either an epiphany or a "Holy shit, get me off of this thing!" moment and I was desperately hoping it would be the former with these two girls. 

Kim and Kelly tied off the jib and scrambled up to the high side of the boat as I had explained to them earlier. They each grabbed hold of the lifelines that form a kind of fence around the boat and looked out over the ocean. I could see them taking it all in; looking down at the low side that seemed to be straight down and practically under water. I saw them look up at the sails and all the way up to the top of the mast. I could see them soaking it all up but I didn't hear anything from them. On the one hand, this could be a good thing. Of course, hearing nothing meant that they were not screaming in terror. That would have been bad. Really bad. 

The fact that they weren't saying anything still had me a little worried though. I quickly found out why they were silent. Kelly slowly looked back at me and her mouth was open - jaw dropped style - and her eyes were wide and gleaming. 

Gotcha.

"Oh my God! This is fantastic!"

"I'm glad you like it. I was a little worried that you might make me take you back to dry land."

"Never! I never want to get off!"

I called up to Kim who hadn't said a word yet, "Kim, you okay up there?"

Kim turned back towards us with a somber look on her face. Uh, oh.

"Two words," Kim said. "Fuck. Me."

"Um, is that good?" I stammered.

"Let me get this straight," she said. "Your girlfriend didn't want to come on this vacation? She knew what this was like and decided not to come?"

So I guess that was good. What a relief. "Yeah, I'd taken her out before. She said it was too tippy and didn't like the salty air. She said it ruined her perm."

"Fuck her. You're good to be rid of her. Anybody who doesn't see the beauty in this is a nut job."

"No shit," I said as I released a huge sigh. I realized I had been tensed up like a spring this whole time, praying to the gods that this would work out. It was the make or break point basically. Everything from here on would be smooth sailing... 

The trip to Marinas Cay was easy and smooth. I pointed out the different islands and told them how the sails worked. I even let Kelly steer for a little while. She picked it up almost instantly and was even able to read the sails and adjust her course when the wind shifted slightly. It was hard to believe but it was like she was a natural. 

When we got to the island, we dropped the mainsail, furled up the jib, and motored into the cove. We dropped anchor, relaxed with some drinks, and watched a few other boats come in. Kelly went below, apparently figured out how to work the stove, and came back with a delicious meal of broiled shrimp and stir-fried veggies. Kim and I just looked at each other. 

"How did you do that!" I asked in amazement.

"When we were loading the food this morning, I saw the shrimp and knew we had to have it for dinner tonight. One of the guys showed me how to work the stove so I just whipped it up. It was easy!"

"Well it's fantastic Kell. I love you."

"I love you too Kim."

I watched frozen, with a shrimp poised at my mouth, while the girls looked into each other's eyes and leaned in to kiss. It wasn't a tongue thrashing make out session like my dick was hoping for but it was just a little longer than a casual, best girlfriends kiss. I remembered back to the time they were in the bathroom together this morning and how it was just a little too quiet in there. Of course, I also thought back to my vividly wicked, prematurely interrupted fantasy of them in that bathroom and my cock started to twitch again. Down boy. Patience Grasshopper. Easy big fella. I swear I heard him say, "Fuck you asshole! I need to bone these bitches or I'm gonna explode!"

We finished the last of the shrimp and refilled our glasses with rum punch. It was dark and I leaned back on the cockpit cushions and looked up at the sky. The stars were in full splendor tonight. 

"Do you guys know the constellations?"

They followed my gaze upward and gasped together. 

"Oh my God."

"Fuck. Me."

I now knew that these responses meant that they liked what they saw. 

"Do you know what they all are?" Kim asked as they both slid up on either side of me and laid back. 

"Some of them. Not all." I showed them the ones I knew told them what I knew about celestial navigation - using the sun and the stars to navigate a ship. I told them I'd never really used the stars to navigate, I just knew the theory but they still thought it was cool and I enjoyed sharing it with them. 




The Mystic Adventure



Kelly was the first one to shift her position so that she was turned into me rather than looking straight up. She put her hand on my chest and traced lazy circles in my chest hair. Every once in awhile, her hand would graze my nipple and shoot electric sparks directly down to my cock. I soon felt Kim's hand join in as she nestled in as well. 

The sound of the water gently lapping at the side of the boat, the warm breeze softly playing over us, and the Moon reflecting on the water were all working together; starting us on a journey that was quite a bit different than the one to Marinas Cay. 

I looked over at Kelly snuggling in my arm and she looked up at me. I felt like I needed to say something but before I could, she moved up and kissed me. It was a sweet, gentle kiss at first but it quickly went to critical mass and before I knew it, our tongues were twisting over each other and I was running out of breath. I pulled back and looked at her. We both caught our breath, and then smashed our faces together again. 

I vaguely became aware of something warm and soft on my left nipple and then realized that it was Kim lightly licking and flicking her tongue all over it. I broke off of the kiss with Kelly and looked over at Kim. She stopped what she was doing, looked up at me and then attacked my mouth with hers. 

Holy Fuck! Okay, yeah, I had thought about the possibility of this but it was always just that - a possibility. I didn't really want to think about it too hard because it just seemed like in reality, it would be weird. 

Yeah, so, I'm okay with weird if this is what weird is. Kelly was now licking my right nipple and her hand had moved down to my right leg. She was brushing her hand along my thigh, just teasing me with her proximity to my now raging erection. I turned back toward Kelly and Kim, instead of going back to work on my nipple, followed my mouth over to Kelly's, pulling herself over my chest to do it. She had managed to wriggle out of her shirt as well so her bare tits were smashed on my chest. All three of our tongues were engaged in a fierce battle for some kind of domination. Just then, Kelly's hand grabbed my cock and her tongue stopped. Kim's stopped as well and we all kind of froze there with our tongues still in each other's mouths, but not moving. 

Without moving her mouth from where it was, Kelly mumbled, "I found the maglite."

All three of us exploded into laughter. The girls were giggling hysterically and I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Our faces were still pressed together though and we would each alternately stop laughing long enough to have a quick lick or tongue battle with one of the others before cracking up again. Through it all, Kelly's hand never left my cock. She wasn't pumping it, just caressing it and giving it a squeeze every once in a while. We finally stopped laughing and began to kiss in earnest again. I felt Kim's hand slide down my chest and dig beneath the waistband of my swim trunks. The tie was still tied which made it a tight fit for her hand. She fumbled around for the tie, pulled it apart, and whipped my trunks down in one motion. Damn!

Kelly's hand re-grabbed my cock as well so both girls had a handful. As if on cue, both girls started sliding their tongues down my chest. They lingered a bit around each nipple and then continued lower. With my face now free, I looked down to take in the view. Kim had gotten on her knees next to me with her mouth still licking its way south. Her tits were hanging down and would rub on my chest if she reached over to the far side to kiss Kelly. I now noticed that she was also out of her shorts and had on only a G-string or thong bottom. I moved my left hand up and caressed her breasts. They were every bit as good as I had expected. Firm and smooth with small, dark nipples that were begging to be sucked. I pulled my hand up and moved it out to her ass, which was out to the side of me. It was every bit as smooth and firm as it looked to be under her shorts. I caressed her butt and ran my hand around the inside of her thigh, slowly bringing it up to her cunt. I could feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her thong and she let out a low moan as my fingers played over the outside of her pussy. 

With my left hand exploring the wonders of Kim's slippery slit, my right hand found Kelly and I caressed her back as she slid down my side. All of a sudden, she stopped and slid back up my side and nuzzled her face in my neck. She licked up to my ear and whispered softly. "God, I'm on fire. I'm pretty drunk but you are driving me crazy."

"Mmm. Me too," I whispered back. I wasn't really sure if she was making an excuse for this or what.

She seemed to get a little more serious but still whispered, "I can't keep my hands off you but I still feel a little weird."

"What's wrong." I slid my hand over her ass and felt her bikini bottoms bunched up into a wedgie under her shorts. 

"I don't know. I guess I just don't want you to think I'm a slut. I totally want to make out with you, and Kim too, but I also don't want you to think less of me if we do. I just don't want you to think that Kim and I just go around tag-teaming every guy we meet."

My hand stopped groping her ass. God, what is happening here? How is this girl connecting so completely with my head? I knew exactly what she was conflicted over because I was thinking the same kind of thing. I desperately wanted to have a threesome with these two but I was starting to have more than just lustful feelings for Kelly. I didn't want her to think of me as just some guy out to bag some chicks and toss them away in the morning. Can you mix no-holds-barred debauchery with serious emotions, respect, and... I didn't want to say that word but I knew what I was thinking.

My left hand had stopped fingering Kim and she had eased up on the hand job she was administering to my cock. She seemed to be part of the conversation without actually joining and I had the sense that she felt some of the same feelings. She laid back down beside me and put her head on my chest, listening.

"If you can believe it, I know exactly what you mean. You guys are so amazing that any guy would give his left nut to have animal sex with you." Kim twiddled my left nut and I squeezed her ass. "Obviously, this is a fantasy that I'd only ever dreamed about but there's something more here that I don't want to lose either.

"Like I told you on the plane Kell, this place is different and you get to suspend the normal rules while you're here. I think we should just go with it and concentrate on having the most fun we can have while we are here. That should be the number one goal - our pact. If it feels good, do it. What happens in Vegass, all that stuff. When the trip is over, and we are back to being real people, we will rejoin the real world where you have to consider a few more things. Until then, all that matters is the pact. What do you think?"

Kelly responded by squeezing me tighter and then lifting up and giving me one of the softest, sweetest kisses I've ever had. Its message was clear. She looked over at Kim. I don't think Kim was quite so conflicted but I'm sure she could sense Kelly's feelings and angst. Kelly reached over and drew her in for another kiss that was equally touching. I think the pact was sealed.

The girls broke off the kiss and smiled at each other. "Works for me," Kim said. She squeezed my slightly softened cock, pushed herself up to turn around, and wrapped her lips around me. Fuck. Me.

"So you want to have animal sex huh?" Kelly said as she looked down at Kim licking the head of my now stiffening cock. Quite a rollercoaster huh buddy? "Do you have fantasy about making it with two girls?"

"Oh no Kell. I never think about that," I said in my most sarcastic voice. 

"Honestly, I've never dreamed of two girls sucking my cock - almost fighting over it to get more licks than the other. I've never wished that it was my cock in the porno movie that the girls would kiss from opposite sides, sliding up and down, ending with them kissing each other as they came off the end and then the cock pushing them apart again as they went back down the sides. Nope, never, ever thought of that.

"I've never even remotely entertained the idea of."

"Okay, I get it fantasy boy," she laughed. "So, you're saying that if I moved down here with Kim and pulled your cock out of her mouth like this, that would be good?"

"Uh, yeah."

"And if I slowly licked up the side of it like this," she slid her tongue teasingly along the underside as she looked me in the eyes, "that would be good too?"

"Mmm."

"I should probably suck it like this right?" She licked the tip and then sucked it into her mouth, still looking straight into my eyes.

"Shit."

She popped it out of her mouth and looked at Kim and then back at me. "Should I make Kim suck it now? Would that be good?"

"Yeah, that'll work." I could barely speak.

"Maybe I should just rub it all over her face first. Like this." Kelly smeared the head of my cock all over Kim's face while Kim's tongue tried to catch a lick as it went by her mouth. 

Kelly then moved closer to Kim and followed the head around with her tongue as well. This, of course, resulted in the two of them alternately kissing each other and kissing and licking my cock. It then just fell into an out an out sucking frenzy with both girls taking turns licking and sucking. When one girl had my dick in her mouth, the other would move down to my balls and lick them. She would move back up to my cock, lick the other girl's mouth as my cock disappeared into it, meaning "my turn", and they would switch. 

I had tried at first to fondle the girls as best I could but they had shifted so far down that I couldn't really reach them. After a few minutes of this onslaught, I was so focused on what they were doing to my cock that I just gave up. I fell into that mode where all you can do is just give yourself over to it and concentrate on the pleasure. 

My breathing was quickening and I could feel myself getting close the edge as these two temporary sluts worked me over. Kelly could feel it and upped the ante. She popped my cock out of her mouth and looked me straight in the eyes again. "So, in your fantasy, do you shoot your load on these two girls?" She stroked my spit-soaked cock with her hand and smiled. I hadn't gotten to that part in my fantasy description, nor to the part where the girls talk nasty as they suck me either but she had hit on them both. Fuck.

"Do you think I should just jack you off into Kim's face? What do you think Kimmy? Would you like that?"

Kim answered by following Kelly's hand up and down my shaft with her mouth. 

"You probably have a lot of cum stored for all the teasing you've been getting. It would probably make a mess if you blasted her." 

Oh god. 

"I might have to lick it off of Kim's face too. You think?"

It started in my toes I think. It actually started kind of slowly. It built in my toes and feet but then quickly gained power and raced up my legs. Kelly could see the change coming over me. I needed to close my eyes but I couldn't look away from her as she took my cock from Kim, sucked it, and put it back in Kim's mouth. 

"Maybe I'll spray both of us so that -"

I lost it. My balls clenched and then let loose. The first shot happened when I was still in Kim's mouth and she let out an "Umm" as it hit. Kelly quickly pulled me out to put me in her own mouth but as Kim's mouth came off, the second shot fired and hit Kim in the lips. Kelly held my cock there as it spurted and she smashed her face on my pulsing dick. This drove me ever further over the edge and I shot even harder. The two girls were getting blasted by my cum and were eagerly licking each other's faces and my cock as I spurted. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen and I came harder than I ever had in my life. 

The smut stories and letters to Penthouse all have descriptions where the guy says something like "My cock shot gallons of cum on her pretty face." Then all the scientists say something humbling like " Ahem, the average male ejaculate is approximately two tablespoons." Yeah, fuck that. I came gallons. 

Ok, not gallons but those girls were fucking plastered. They never skipped a beat though. As much as they tried to maintain the "gimmie all you got big boy" attitude, I think they were a little surprised too. 

Kim was the first to break out of the Superslut persona. "Holy shit Brad!" She ran her finger along Kelly's upper lip and sucked off the cum. "How long have you been storing that? I didn't think one guy could have that much cum." 

Kelly handed her a shirt to wipe off her face - at least what hadn't already been licked off.

I was so out of breath that I couldn't answer. It was at this point that I realized that I had also basically been in a crunch position for that last fifteen minutes. In order to watch all the action happening in my crotch, I had picked my head up and been in a sit-up position with my abs tensed. My abs had now decided that they had had enough and let go. I fell back against the cockpit cushions exhausted. My legs were numb, my toes were curled and I was absolutely drained - both literally and figuratively. 

The girls' faces appeared over me as the lights were going out. I groggily said something like "I want to do you now," but I knew that wasn't going to happen. The girls smiled at me, looked at each other, and back at me. My eyelids were fluttering now and I was desperately trying to keep them open. Each girl bent down and kissed me. 

"You are delicious lover," Kelly whispered in my ear between kisses on my neck, nose, forehead, and lips. "Sweet dreams."

My last conscious thought was me wondering if it was possible I was falling in love with this girl. 

Then everything went dark.