1 comments/ 20668 views/ 0 favorites Sweet Escape Ch. 01 By: sailinggoddess Chapter 1: The Best Crew "Let's head south." That's what I told him. We were finally ready! Really ready. The boat was re-fitted to within an inch of its life. Now it would take us safely, (we hoped!) anywhere we chose to go. And being the "Admiral", I chose south. I wanted to head back to the San Blas Islands of Panama. We both wanted to go back to those picture-perfect white sand beaches and palm-tree farmed islands. I was thrilled that this time we would be on the "perfect" boat; a nice-sized catamaran. Not too big, but big enough to take crew or family/friends along when we so desired. We had some fairly long passages ahead of us and I was thinking about that very question: Who to take as crew? I'll admit here that I've had a long-running fantasy of having that "special boat boy" for a crew member, ever since I started cruising over nine years ago. Now that I've just turned 50, that fantasy is about to become a reality. Of course it would depend on who is available. My first choice would be Alex, of course! We've been fantasizing about doing a voyage together for a very long time. Timing has always been the issue. So I promised him that when we got the next boat, we'd take him along on a passage or two. Also, he's one of my favorite lovers, going on some 20 years now! Second choice would be one of other guys who I've come to know more intimately and who also sail. That's the prerequisite, you see; they have to do both! So it's time to put out the word that I'm looking for that very special crewmate. Time to write up a clever email to send to these guys, tell them how fabulous the trip will be and how much fun they will have. There's just one little problem: my partner. How do I tell him? "Hey hon, remember how I said I wanted a boat boy? Well, do you mind if I fuck 'em?" "It would make the passages go so much better for me, ya know?" It's either that, or you go with a hired crew and I'll fly!" I wonder how he's respond to that. I have to tell him. Boats are very small spaces to live together in. You'd be hard pressed to keep something like that under wraps on a boat! Well, we'd have to cross that bridge when we come right up on it. And let's hope I get all the leeway I need. In the meantime, I needed to pick my crew. As it turned out, Alex and Jon were available and willing. I gave them the schedule of when we hoped to shove off from Miami, they would meet us before we sailed by at least a couple of days, so that we could deal with last minute provisioning and those details that always seem to creep up just as you're ready to split. I couldn't wait! I hoped that my mate would be busy with last minute work, so that I could get reacquainted with Alex and get to know Jon a bit, maybe all together! The day finally arrived: Alex showed up first, knocking on the hull early Wednesday morning. "Heeeelllooooo! Anybody onboard?" he yelled loud enough for all to hear. I yelled back from the salon, "Come aboard!" It was great to see his smiling face again after more than a year. "It's good to see you, Dev," he said as he threw his arms around me. We hugged our usual long-ass hug and then pulled back to stare at each other. He looked pretty much the same. His blond hair, longer now then when I last laid eyes on him, gleamed in the morning sun. I leaned in to kiss him. Some things never change! He always wants me to make the first move. He kissed back and seemed to melt into me. It had been a long time! My hands grasped his face and then caressed his silky hair. Man! I'd missed running my hands threw his fine hair. My mind jumped immediately back to the day that met. He was so awkward, looking like a total fool dancing at the empty club in Marin. But I was already sucked in but his quirky humor, naïveté and odd sense of being in the world. Another "Stranger in a Strange Land," like me! He was so inexperienced back then, but oh, so willing to learn. I told him to grab his bag and stow it in the starboard aft cabin. He obliged and I offered him a drink. It was November already but it was still hot in Fort Lauderdale. We were both starting to sweat. I poured him a cold tea and we sat at the salon table and caught up a bit. It wasn't too long before we were touching again. We were always very hands-on, ever since we met almost 15 years ago. The next thing I new, my hand was stroking his growing erection. He smiled and kissed me before unfastening his shorts to lose his long cock and let it unfold. It was just as lovely as I remembered and I leaned down to give it a lick. He moaned loudly and lay back on the setee. "Ah! You haven't forgotten how that feels, eh?" I whispered. He moaned his answer and said, "I could really use a good fuck." "Ok!" I replied as I took him by his hard-on and led him into the aft cabin, in case my mate should come back early. We stripped completely taking each other's clothes off slowly while licking and kissing each other all over. He sat me on the bed and stuck his cock in my face. We both seemed to recall the last time he came that way, something he doesn't experience very often, as he tells it. We were in my old apartment and he was visiting us for a couple of weeks while looking for a boat to buy. My mate was in the other room, dozing in front of the TV. Alex had just come back from a "date" and was horny as usual. My libido was in overdrive since he had arrived. We were fucking morning and night and sometimes a quickie in between. I was sitting at my desk playing on the computer and he was standing next to my chair. I swung around and was face-to-cock! I started to suck him and decided to go for it. I knew that it was hard for him to cum this way, so I gave it my all, slurping and sucking and using my hands. I griped his tool right at the base while I fingered his asshole. He loved that and I knew it would make him cum sooner, hoping that I wouldn't hurt my lips before that. It took what seemed like twenty minutes, the longest head I've ever given, but finally he came and squirted his creamy load down my throat. It was pretty exciting and tricky as I kept looking at the space between the door and the hall to see if my partner would walk in on us! (He never did!) Now we were finally poised to do the cruise that we'd talked about doing for all these years, and it made sense to the start with a nice blow-job. I took his long, lean cock in hand and began sucking it for all it was worth. He loved it! "God, that feels great!" he moaned. I could only hum my reply and that made him moan even more. I sucked him for a few minutes and then came up to tell him what I wanted. "This time, I want you to lean me over the bed and fuck me fast and hard for a while. Later, I want you to fuck me on deck and on the tramp. That should be fun!" I turned over and reached for the floor. He really loves that! He reached his hand down between my legs and parted my lips, inserting a finger to feel how wet I was. Then he guided his cock into that hotness. "Oh yeah! That's it baby, slide it in nice and slow, then slam it!" I told him. He let out a long gasp as he slid his cock all the way inside me. He fit so well and he always loves that first entrance, how it feels to be engulfed inside my hot cunt. It gave me that tingly-butterfly feeling in my womb, the one I always get when I reflect on an especially erotic moment. And, the way he sucks in that breath as he enters me... I love it! Once he was deep inside me, he pulled out almost all the way, and then thrust back in fast, repeating that slow, then-fast, motion until I changed the rhythm by backing onto him as he leaned in. We picked up the pace, me leading the rhythm for another 15 minutes or so. Now Alex can fuck longer than anyone I knew. He has a real talent for not cumming until he's told to. I've always appreciated that about him. But worried that my mate would be back anytime, I encouraged him, fucking him fast and furious for another 15 minutes before telling him that I wanted to feel his hot cum fill me up. He immediately changed the pace and the motion, slowing down and grinding his cock into me before withdrawing it until it was almost out, before sliding back in, nice and slow. I was getting pretty damn hot now and I reached around for his hand and directed it to my clit. He started rubbing and it felt fantastic. It was so hot to have his hard cock inside me, squeezing it as he rubbed my clit. He brought me to orgasm in minutes and knew that I wanted him to cum with me. As I cried out with the release, he pumped his cock a few fast thrusts and stopped to feel my contractions while he let go a thick load into me. "Wow! Nice fuck, sweetie! It's good to see you again too!" I told him. We laughed, enjoying being together again and collapsed together onto the bed. Thank goodness we had another half hour to hang out before my first mate returned from errands. I called him on his cell and reminded him to pick up the mail on his way back to the boat (and to get his ETA!) and Alex and I lay side-by-side discussing the upcoming voyage. We were headed for the tropics and both enjoyed what came with that; little or no clothes, lots of time in the water and as much beach time as we could get. Not to mention, all the sex we could fit in. Not a bad way to go! Then Jon showed up on the scene and on my screen, (he found me online and I'm still not certain how. Perhaps someone forwarded my crew search email to him). It was to be a fortunate set of circumstances that he came to sail with me on my sailing fantasy. I'll let Jon's tell his story... "I'm on my way down to the City Marina in Fort Lauderdale to set off on a sailing adventure from Florida to the beautiful blue waters of the Caribbean. Excitement overcomes me as my cab pulls up to the marina and my new captain and guide (a beautiful 49 year-old women, is waiting to meet me. I follow her careful directions and locate the large cat on the end of dock 'C'. I call out "Anyone on board?" Dev yells a greeting out from below deck and invites me aboard the boat. She explains that we're just about to loose the dock lines and that I should stow my stuff in the salon for the moment and be on the bow ready to receive a line. I follow her lead and toss my two bags below before running up to the front of the boat. Another crewmate is on the dock now, getting ready to untie the lines. As we are getting ready to set off Dev, a very experienced woman of the seas, explains that she has an exciting trip planned for us. Dressed very nautically in a classy dress shirt, Khaki shorts and a captains' visor, Dev carefully instructs me how to cast off as she guides our boat out the inlet. A rush of excitement overcomes me as I watch this women set the sails. We motor-sail out Port Everglades and into the Atlantic and the Gulfstream. I have no idea what to expect for the rest of the trip. I just know that it will be good. Our initial chats online have been very hot. As we glide through the Atlantic I watch as flying fish hit us with the ocean spray. After introductions, Dev shows me to my cabin in one of the 'amas.' I am impressed with the boat and tell her how excited I am to be accepted as crew. She tells me that I still have a few tests that I must pass in order to become a full crewmate. Then Dev unbuttons her top and takes it off and lets her beautiful breasts hang out and slips out of her shorts. Standing there topless in just a black thong like the goddess of the ocean, riding the four-foot swells, she explains she loves to sail in the nude. As I sit there and admire her curves, she asks me if I would oil her body up with suntan lotion and advises that she should do the same to me in return. Now I'm getting very excited and pretty horny too. I start rubbing her with the oil, starting on her back, rubbing it down to her ass, then on to her legs and thighs. At this point my cock is throbbing as it's rock solid and it's now very noticeable, all 7 1/2 inches of it. She notices too and she tells me to take my shorts off. I jump out of my shorts and shirt and since I'm not wearing any underwear, I am standing there butt-naked with my cock and balls feeling the ocean breeze blow through the open ports. She turns around and starts oiling my body while at the same times begins caressing my balls and tells me I'm in for the trip of a lifetime, and she adds that she thinks I'm hot! She makes me feel instantly comfortable and to show her how much I like her, I start kissing her lower back and slide off her g-string, gently kissing and breathing in her scent very lightly. Continuing around her thighs, I work my way down to her hot pussy, gently blowing and kissing on her clit. I slide a finger inside her hotness and notice that she is already really wet. Then she runs her hand through my hair. As we glide along with warm gulfstream spray on deck, she pushes my face into her pussy and I eat her out and run my tongue gently along her curvy hip and ass doing whatever she desires. Now it's her turn as she starts kissing me then moves to my nipples and works her way to my balls where she slides her tongue from my balls up to the tip of my cock! Wow! I'm already ready to pop! Then she grasps my rock solid cock and puts it into her mouth with her juicy lips sealing it as I slide my fingers through her beautiful hair. Her tongue moves back and forth along my erection as I look across at the big blue ocean. After a half an hour of the best blow job ever, she made my cock explode and took it all down her throat as she gripped my balls and I pushed every last drop out. She is ready to have me inside of her, so she pulls me over to the bunk and lays down on her back, spreading her legs wide and runs her finger over her clit while her other hand rubs one hard nipple. I straddle her and she reaches to stroke my cock, getting me ready. I take things into my own hand and start slapping my cock all over her pussy and put the tip just inside teasing her hot pussy until she can't take it anymore and she grabs my ass and pulls me inside. I pump my hips back and forth, slowly in and out of her wet cunt until things start getting a little more wild, I notice we've started pounding into the waves as I'm pounding her pussy, my hands griping her ass cheeks. She moans and pants, but we can still hear the sound of my balls smacking against her ass and it echoes in the cabin. After a half hour of fucking her from the front she stands up and bends over and grabs the bunk rail as I rub my hard throbbing cock on her ass and then put it back in her pussy. She works my cock and while her ass smacks back and fourth on me, I pound her beautiful pussy from the back, all the while my finger is rubbing her clit. Soon she is urging me on, "Fuck me harder!" Telling me that she's about to cum, she wants me to cum inside her. "Let me feel your hot load fill me up, baby!" she moans. I'm ready to unload. My balls are tight and full and the feeling of them slapping on her ass is making me crazy. I encourage her now, "Come on, Captain! Cum for me!" I tell her I'm her "special" boat boy and I aim to please. She likes the sound of that and the next thing I know, she is writhing, panting hard and she has reached her hand between her legs and is grabbing my balls and squeezing them. Wow! They are definitely ready to unload. I pound her good for another minute and we both release simultaneously. "Ah, AH, AHHHH," she is almost screaming now. I wonder what the rest of the crew are thinking, as I pump my thick cum into her hot cunt. She squeezes me until every drop is out and then falls forward on the bunk, taking me with her. I land on her back and we lay that way, panting and letting our heart rates lower a bit. Turning me over, she rises up on an elbow and looks into my eyes. "You're going to be a very important part of this crew, ya know?" "Oh yeah," I respond. "Yes, I can already tell!" She laughs and jumps up. "Now I've got a shit-load of things to do and your needed on deck, so hop to it, my hot boat boy, time to get serious!" (Jon's story is far from over, but I'll get back to it later on.) We both throw on our clothes and head for the salon. Fortunately, the rest of the crew is in the cockpit sailing the boat and enjoying the afternoon sun. We come through the wide sliding glass doors and I announce, "I've just finished giving Jon the orientation. He seems to be catching on quite well. I hope everyone will welcome as our newest crewmate and be available to assist him as needed. He's not a very experienced sailor, as the rest of you are, but he makes up for that in many ways." I watch as Jon begins to get acquainted with everyone. They seem to like his rugged good looks and his easy manner. I like the thought of seeing his hard cock everyday! Something tells me that this next passage will be a dream. Much to my surprise, I find my first mate and partner, 'T' is watching me with a slightly amused look on his face. I think he is finally catching on and I give him a sideways glance indicating that he should give up the helm to Alex and come down below. I have to keep the entire crew happy or things will not go smoothly. He picks up on my signal and yells over to Alex, "Hey pretty boy! Take the wheel for a while. Make sure you keep this heading and don't forget to check the GPS track. We've got some very shallow water around here and I don't want to get into any. Capeesh?" Alex jumps up and salutes and takes over the helm. "T" follows me down below and watches me while I grab a cold bottle of beer out of the frig. I open it, take a long swig and hand it to him. He does the same and follows me into the forward port cabin. "This is going to be fabulous cruise!" I offer. "I bet it will be one that we won't soon forget. Now, as of today, we're starting a new routine. We've got a good, skilled crew that we can depend on. So from now on, when we get underway, you and I are going to find a private spot and have some fun. Ok?" He nods, not sure what he has just agreed to, but liking it non-the-less. "Come over here and take your shorts off, please!" He complies, but then decides to sip on his beer some more. "Why don't you take them off?" He says. I smile and reach over to undo his button and slide his zipper down. I reach in and give his bulge a squeeze. It begins to respond and grows immediately, unfolding and springing out of his shorts. I kneel down in front of him and take his growing hardon into my hand, running my tongue over the tip and down the head, just like he likes. "MMMMMM!" After a couple of minutes of sucking and licking him, I reach my other hand between his legs and tickle his balls. He loves this. Then I run my finger up the crack of his ass and he squirms with excitement. I know it won't be long now before he squirts his load down my throat. I increase my grip on his tool and jerk him while I play with his asshole and grab his balls. "Ohhhmygod! I'm gonna cum," he blurts out as I flick my tongue over the head of his cock. Then I take him all the way into the back of my throat and he releases his load of hot salty cream. I lick up the dribbles and wipe my mouth on my arm. Coming up, I kiss him on the mouth and tell him to relax and enjoy himself. "Hey, later if you want, we can teach the rest of the crew how to do a massage circle. Might as well start them off right, eh?" I tell him. On this, our first ocean passage on our new boat, we have four crew members along. Alex is my oldest friend; an ex-boyfriend, occasional lover and excellent sailor. Except for the fact that he can't fix anything and he eats like a horse! Alex has brought along a new friend of his. Her name is Sarah. According to Alex, they met on one of his treks across SE Asia. Thailand, I think. They didn't hook up until recently, when she contacted him via email and asked him if he wanted to do a trip with her. Now Alex has been looking for a woman to travel with for many years. We never got to do it for one reason or another. Our timing was always off. But he told me about her interest and I suggested that they start their journey on Sweet Escape. It would be romantic and easier than biking across a country. He was keen to go and he asked her. As it turned out, she had some sailing experience and was more than thrilled to be asked aboard. Sweet Escape Ch. 01 I breathed a sigh of relief as James pulled into the driveway of my parents' empty home. The long drive left me cranky and stiff, but I tried to hide my discomfort. My relationship with James was in its early stages, and I was trying to present the best version of myself. Still, I couldn't resist easing myself into the chair by the door after I had put down my bag. The grin on James' face showed he sensed how grateful I was to be out of the car. He knelt in front of me and rubbed the tops of my thighs gently. "I know," he said. "I'm glad we're finally here too." He planted a light kiss on my lips and stood to examine the scene before him. The foyer gave way to an expansive gourmet kitchen. The cathedral ceiling between the kitchen and the living room allowed for a generous view of tall pine trees and a wide, pristine river. "This used to be a logging river, no?" I so enjoyed that James was more interested in the river than he was in the giant plasma screen television. It was clearly visible thanks to the open concept of the house, but I doubted it would be getting much use that weekend. My heart fluttered at the thought of the days to come. We would be isolated in an idyllic house in the woods. The two of us had spent most of the previous weekend a tangled mess in James' bed, but we were about to spend nearly a week alone in my parents' house while they were on vacation. I walked toward the giant living room window, pretending to contemplate the river while really I was considering our options for dinner. James stood behind me and leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder. A wave of bliss crashed over me as his tanned, well-muscled arms wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tank-like figure enveloping my small frame. There was no space between our bodies as James nuzzled my neck. He had a habit of rubbing his lips back and forth over my collar bone. The first time he did it, an electric sensation traveled up my neck all the way to my scalp. It took only another week or so before I had realized that was the feeling of falling helplessly, relentlessly in love. To James, it was his silent way of saying, I want to fuck you and then I want you to stick around. "You hungry, baby?" James asked in a low voice. "Mmmmm. Starving," I answered. I was leaning against him, hardly supporting my own weight and in a flash he scooped me up, carried me across the airy living room and deposited me on the island in the kitchen. "What'll it be, then? Spaghetti? Soup? Something quick and easy so you can give me the grand tour of your parents' pad, starting with the hot tub?" I was supposed to be answering a question, but the fire-fighter style transportation had awakened a different kind of hunger. I weaved my fingers around James' belt loops and pulled him close to me, my knees on either side of his hips. "Sure, soup," I said as I pulled off my T-shirt. "As long as you don't mind putting it on low heat so we can get a little bit naked first." "Screw the soup." I was pleased to feel his interest rising as James gazed at my exposed upper body and ran his hands up my thighs under my skirt. James tugged at my underwear and I shifted my weight, allowing him to slip them off. He used one knuckle to slowly and gently tease my lips apart. "Denise?" "Yeah?" "Kindly remove that beautiful bra of yours, would you? I'm planning on confiscating your underwear for our stay here. I'm going to be needing easy access at all times. Maybe we should even make it an entirely clothing-free zone." My giggles turned into small gasps as James crouched in front of my wide-open legs and replaced his knuckle with his tongue. I was dripping wet and my clit was already swollen before his tongue started to flit back and forth, blood rushing toward the cluster of nerve endings. The tension in his mouth mirrored the mounting pressure in my clit as James switched techniques and started sucking on the tiny nub. The centre of my sex couldn't contain itself any longer. James lifted his lips off my damp pussy and blew on my clit. The cool air on my hot tissue overwhelmed my senses and I exploded. My loud, shuddered breathing gave way to a low cry of pleasure. I let myself fall back against the island. The cool marble felt refreshing against my hot skin. James gazed down at me. He was smiling, looking quite pleased with his performance, as I struggled to regain the power of speech. Without a word he unbuttoned his shirt and leaned toward me. His lips traveled up my belly and across the soft skin of my breast as they made their way to my collarbone. Sweet Escape Ch. 01 Sarah is 40, lithe like Alex, probably 5'7", 120 lbs and she had a lovely head of long blond hair. She had a nice soft manner, unlike most of the women Alex had brought over and she seemed to care about him. She looked undoubtedly thrilled to be aboard our cat. She laughed easily and seemed to be adjusting well to her new moving home. "Sarah, let's get to know each other. Shall we?" I say as I take her aside. We head forward to find a little space to talk. I've decided to check her out and see just how open she might be. I really should have done this prior to setting off, but she's with Alex, so I guess she's a member of the crew, like it or not. "I really love your boat!" She says. "It's the first time I've been on this kind of boat and I think I like it. I've always felt a little sickly onboard other boats, but so far, I've been cool. I really want to learn too, so any time you need help, I'm willing." I notice that she is in fine shape. In her tank top, I can see her nicely defined biceps and a trim waist. This is a change of body-type for Alex. He usually attracts over-weight women. She seems somewhat nervous, but that's to be expected. She's in an entirely new situation and must feel somewhat out of control. We've lost sight of land and for those unaccustomed, it can be pretty daunting. I want to put her at ease, so I ask her to tell me about herself and how she and Alex met. She seems to relax some while she's talking to me, so I decide to get more personal. "So tell me how you feel about nudity?" I ask. She laughs at the question and tells me about how she's always been more apt to be naked in her apartment then clothed. She also tells me about how she and Alex like hanging out together in the buff. "I'm only asking because we also like to hang out together sans clothes, especially when we're in the tropics," I explain. "No problem!" says Sarah. It appears that she'll "fit in" just fine. I wonder if she's ever been involved in a group scene. But I'll save that question for another time. Let's give her time to adapt to her new life onboard. Next - Chapter Two -- "Dev teaches the crew to play Fantasy vs Reality" Sweet Escape Ch. 02 Sweet Escape Ch. 03 Sweet Escape – Ch 3, Sweet Release in the BVI's On this, our first passage on the new boat - Sweet Escape, I find that my hand-picked crew is working out just fine. And not just for me, it seems that everyone is getting along. In fact, I think that everyone has really bonded. None of that "first passage crazies," with half the crew sick and the rest on your last nerve. Life aboard on a passage can run the gambit on the human condition; Whether its lying on the deck sun bathing, relaxing, reading a book, preparing food, eating, fixing things that broke, looking at the brilliant night sky, playing cards, playing board games, playing with each other, discussing the mystery of life, and having sundowners - these are all ways we pass our time at sea. The days glide by without notice as we relentlessly inch our way across the water while the next landfall awaits our arrival. Personally, I'm not surprised. I know how to keep a crew happy... Sex, and lots of it! And, of course some lovely landfalls – like the BVI's! Although some of us are new to the most beautiful islands in the Caribbean, we are surely not 'virgins!' Our float plan has us headed south, down through the Bahamas We're screaming along at 9.3 knots in a mere 12 of northeasterly breeze, courtesy of a counter-current that we were lucky enough to stumble upon. We were headed for the British Virgin Islands via the "The Thorny Path." "The Thorny Path" - because it is mostly against the prevailing winds and currents. St. Thomas lies many hundreds of miles East of Florida, so it is necessary to make considerable easting against the prevailing Easterly winds and currents. When you get into the Tradewinds, you are often facing strong winds (15-25 knots or more), waves and currents. This can be difficult even for a big full-powered, motorsailor. In a catamaran, it would be a little tricky making way against such strong winds and currents. By the end of the first twenty-four hours, we were ready to start the last thirty-mile leg to the north tip of Eleuthera and then we would be in the open Atlantic. The exposed Bermuda Triangle. The US Navy defines the Triangle's points as Bermuda, Miami and San Juan. While not recognizing it for its paranormal properties, does acknowledge compass errors (variation) of 20 degrees, the swift current of the Gulf Stream, sudden thunderstorms and water spouts, as well as deep marine trenches and extensive shoals. We sailed through the edge of the infamous triangle with nary a worry and in the very early morning hours we sighted the northern hills of the British Virgin Islands. Low clouds told us there was rain to the east. The lights on the islands made the dark island outlines look like large pool balls with sparkles. At about twenty miles out, we could see all the islands from St. Thomas east to Virgin Gorda. As we come into this maze of islands, it seems they range in height of up to 500 feet and we could count maybe five islands that made a solid wall that prevents us from seeing farther south. Passing the island of Jost Van Dyke we turn east into Sopher's Hole. This deep 1.5-mile bay with hills on to the north and south will give us protection from all directions but the west. As is required for vessels entering a foreign port, I have asked 'T' to raise our yellow quarantine flag from our starboard spreader. Once cleared by Immigration and Customs, we will replace the 'Q' flag with the BVI flag. What a passage it's been. Passage Stats – Miami to Tortola: Total Miles: 1000 nm Total hours: 194 Total hours sailing: approx. 165 Total hours drifting: 4 # of mechanical breakdowns: 2 (Fuel filter, bilge pump stuck on) # of other failures: 2 (sail slide broken, leaky port) # gal diesel used: 21 # of fish caught: 3- 4' wahoo, 2- med. Dorado (Yum!) # of dolphin sightings: 3 # of commercial ships sited: 8 # of ibuprofen taken: 6 # of hours stargazing: countless! # of orgasms avg. per person/per day: 2! Sopher's Hole would be our first landfall in almost a week. The crew was anxious to get their feet back on solid ground and Jost Van Dyke is a great island for walking. Alex would enjoy the steep climbs up the hills for some great views all around. 'T', well he would just enjoy not having to worry about the boat for a while. He could relax and play. We would all enjoy the clear Caribbean Blue waters and some great snorkeling. I was hoping to enjoy Jon again and soon! After we got the anchor down, everyone was excited about getting into the water, so it was time to have a chat with the crew about duties and playtime. I asked the gang to gather around the table in the cockpit to hear the plan. "Ok, here's the task sheet for today. I realize that everyone is anxious to get off the boat and have some fun, but there's some things that we have to take care of. The following jobs need to be handled: 1- engine check-out, 2 – pump up the dink, 3 – first watch and second watch," I laid out the work. "Who's wants what?" "I'll take the first watch." It was Alex, our mechanically-disinclined crewmate! "I'll do the engine maintenance," said "T". "Let me pump up the dink," Jon volunteered. "Then I'd like to take it over to that little cove, if anyone's interested in joining me." "Sure," said Sarah. "I'd like to get off the boat, but I'll take the second watch if no-one else wants it." "Good. I'll be working on our list for provisions. Then I'm headed into the water for some snorkeling." I told my eager crew. "Let's all be back onboard by 1700 for dinner. I'm cooking!" I added. We can explore ashore today and find a nice spot to have a dinner ashore tomorrow night, if everyone's up for that." Looking around, I saw everyone nod in agreement and then everyone was off to their various tasks and recreations. I went below and tidied up before changing into my swimsuit and grabbing my gear. Alex was suddenly standing before me, staring. "Need something?" I asked. "Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to grab something to munch on," he told me. "No problem, hungry-man!" I said. "Toss me an apple, while you're in the frig." He stood next to me for a minute, caressing my bare shoulder. His light touch made my skin tingle. "Mmmmm," I murmured. "That's nice." I reached my hand around his waist and pulled him closer. "What do you have in mind?" I ask although I can already see that his excitement is growing. His shorts are showing an obvious bulge. "You look like you need some time to relax. I just though I could help," he tells me. "You bet," I reply. I'm impressed that he's being so thoughtful and actually asking me. Giving him a big squeeze, I look up at him and smile. "I'm looking forward to some playtime in the water. I'll come find you." Alex is off to the galley and tosses me an apple before heading up to the cockpit. "T" is busy in the engine room, checking the oil and belts, making sure that all is well. It's time to play! I tell "T" that I'm off for a swim and quickly throw my gear in a beach bag and decide to forego the suit and instead, grab a pareau and a towel and head for the deck. Alex is reading and sees me come outside wrapped only in thin cotton. I wink at him and nod my head towards the stern. He jumps out of his shorts and is climbing down the stern steps in a heartbeat. He dives in before me, but I'm quick to join him. When I surface, Alex is only a few feet away. He eyes the shore and beckons me to follow. We swim languidly, stretching our cramped muscles and enjoying the warm Caribbean. I catch up and reach out for his foot and grab a hold. He pulls me to him and I wrap my legs around his waist. He's hard already and his stiffness is pressed firmly against my belly. We gaze into each other's eyes and smile. I love to look at those crystal blue eyes of his, so full of light. "It's been so long since we've had fun in water," he reminds me. "Yeah, I think the last time was our trip to California when we went over to Franks' and truly enjoyed the hot tub." "Right! That was so nice. It was winter and pretty cold out and the it was raining lightly, right?" He recalled. "Yes, it was drizzling while we fucked in the hot tub." I recalled. We had an hour 'gratis' from my old friend and former employer at his locally famous outdoor redwood hot tub and massage center in Marin. We had walked there from our hotel just off Highway 1, taking the bike path through the wetlands. It was a lovely night and we had made the most of it, as we usually did. "We've never fucked in the Caribbean, have we?" I asked him. "No, not that I can remember. Well, maybe in my fantasies!" He told me. "Well, I think it's about time," I said as I grabbed hold of his rock hard member and straddled it. "MMMmmmm, wanna ride me like a dolphin?" he laughed. "Oh yes! I'd love to be able to swim through the water with your cock buried deep inside me. That would be so cool!" I climbed on and felt his 9 inches slid easily inside my wet pussy. I gave him a good squeeze and relaxed as he continued to tread water keeping us both afloat. I tried doing the backstroke while I stroked his cock with my cunt. We headed for shallower water so that he could gain some purchase and thrust. I liked it when he thrusts. The boy's got some serious hip action. He can also fuck for days, something I've grown to love about him. We found a nice patch of sand about nipple deep for him and he dug his feet in while I wrapped my legs around his calves. He placed his hands on my waist and started lifting me up and down onto his pole. I leaned way back bending his dick forward and pulled myself onto him with my legs. I reached one hand down underneath and grabbed his balls, feeling them tighten and harden as he grew closer to release. "We've fucked in more locations then anyone else I know," I told him. My voice was raspy and coming out in short bursts of air as he drilled into me, his rhythm increasing now. "We've fucked on the side of '101' on just after the Army St. curve in Potrero Hill. Remember?" I asked. "Right. And you gave me a fantastic blow job, yes I remember," said Alex. "And on the side of Mount San Bruno. And up north near Pt. Reyes. Oh yeah, and up in the Sierra's during the Strawberry Music Fest!" I recalled. "How could I forget, my back went out while I was in the Port-o-potty!" "Oh God, right. Poor Baby!" I told him as I kissed his waiting lips and grabbed him with my hips, holding his throbbing cock inside me. He let out his breath and kissed me again as he rammed his rock-hard cock again and again. The punishing blows softened by the water. "Fuck me like your really mean it!" I said to him. My voice, coarse now, was making him wild. "Fuck me hard, baby. I want to feel you cum NOW! Fill me, baby. Loose that hot stream and fill me up. Come for me, baby. Yeah, that's it. Feel that liquid heat inside me. Feel the water around us, how sensual it is, how we can float and fuck at the same time." I was whispering in his left ear and then I sucked his earlobe between my lips and lightly bit it. He gasped and pulled his hips way back, almost slipping out of me, but I stayed glued to his, wrapping my legs around his ass and pulling him back. He thrust hard into me again. I pulled myself up again and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my lips down his neck with little bites. Then I bit him hard on his collar bone and he growled! "I want to feel you explode. Let me feel your hot load fill me up, baby," I told him. His breath was coming out in quick pants and he closed his eyes, going to that place where he knew he was free to use me. "Come, my love," I commanded him. "Fill me up, now!" He was grunting now, lost in the final throws of his impending orgasm. I softly bit his earlobe and pulled myself down hard onto his throbbing shaft. I ran my tongue down his neck and bit hard into his shoulder, which caused him to yelp. It had the desired effect, though. He came. He came over and over and it mixed with the saltwater and flowed out of me into the sea. We kissed deeply and rested against each other, enjoying the weightless feeling, our bodies intertwined and spent. I could see Sweet Escape a short distance away and Jon on the stern getting the dinghy fully inflated. Next, he attached the davits and lowered it into the water. 'T' was there too, talking him through it since it was his first time deploying the dink. After another few minutes during which 'T' handed him the 'Dinghy Bag' and paddles, he was ready to start the outboard. One pull and he was on his way. I waved to him and he headed in our direction. "Why don't you give us a pull to shore?" I asked him. "Sure. Here, take the line," he said as he tossed us a line attached to the stern. "Not too fast, ok?" I told him. He put the outboard into gear and off we went. Alex was still hard and he managed to position himself next to me and slid his softening meat inside me again. "Just like being a dolphin!" I joked with him. "Mmmmm. I like this feeling a lot!" "Another first, Dev. They just keep on coming," he laughed. "And so do you!" I told him as I felt his cock hardening yet again. Our ride ashore was only going to last another minute, so I let him go with a kiss on his lips. The rest of the morning we lazed on the beach, alternating with swims in the azure Caribbean, back rubs and cool drinks, courtesy of Jon, who went back to the boat for them. I enjoyed watching Jon. He could tell that Alex and I enjoyed a special relationship and I detected a slight jealousy in his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. Then I would gaze directly into his sapphire blue eyes and smile and he would respond. Smiling ear-to-ear and then looking appropriately sexy and hot. He's real good at that. Later that evening, we were all sated from another fine meal by Sarah. She had spent some time earlier shopping in town and had picked up some great fresh vegetables which she stir fried up with some of the Wahoo 'T' had caught on our crossing, into a delicious dinner. As the group enjoyed a final glass of wine, we toasted to a new landfall and many more to come. That, most appropriately, led to... Sexual Fantasy vs Reality – Round two Alex decided it was his turn next, as we sat around the spacious cockpit digesting that fabulous meal courtesy of Sarah. I think Alex was surprised when Sarah went first and now felt duty-bound to follow in her wake, as it were. "So tell us a story Alex," I told him, smiling and winking, knowing that only I would know the real truth. Alex had shared many stories with me during the years we were together, and, many since then too. "Ok," he replied. "This happened to me many years ago on my first trip to New Orleans." He actually pronounced it 'Nawlins' as the locals do. "I had just arrived and was wondering the streets of the French Quarter, trying to find some good music to listen to, when I happened by a very small costume shop. The door was open and there was some mighty fine jazz emanating from inside the shop. I poked my head in and it took my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, but when I could see again, my eyes beheld a roomful of the most incredible masks I'd ever seen. The walls were covered with detailed, sequined, bejeweled, painted, beaded and feathered masks of all shapes and sizes. I must have looked quite silly, because after about a full two minutes standing there with my mouth agape, someone said, "Hey there! May I help you?" I strained to see a person in the back of the shop and could just discern the barest outline of a man with a very long white beard and a snappy little hat, sitting behind an old carved wooden desk. "Well, er...I was just wandering by and heard the music. I'm new to town and was looking for someplace with live music," I told him rather clumsily. Then I saw your masks and...well, they're really beautiful. Is it ok if I just look at them some more?" "Sure, have at it," the man with the beard said. "There's a lot of places down the way, that have live Jazz. Won't be hard to find 'em." After I examined each and every mask, I spoke to the man once again. "Did you make all these masks?" I inquired. "Yes sir, I did. Been makin' masks for Mardi Gras for goin' on 25 years. Pretty well known, ya know. Here's an article in the Picayune." (He pronounced it - 'Pit-CAY-yune', just like the locals do). "You can read it for yourself." He pointed to an old article that someone had framed and put up on the wall next to the desk. "Well, then that's why these are finest masks I've ever seen," I told him truthfully. They really were masterpieces. Each and every one, different and sublime. "I wonder if you know of anyone who might have a spare room to rent for a short time?" I asked him. "Yes sir, I do. I've got a big old house and plenty of rooms to spare. You're welcome to come over and see it and if you like it, well then we can talk about the price," he said as he took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out through his nose. "That would be great," I replied. "My name is Alex, when should I come by?" "I'm Stan and I'm having a party this evening," he told me. "You should come over around 8 or so." Then he wrote down the address and described how I could take the trolley to the Garden District and where to get off. I left his store and headed towards the center part of the French Quarter, stopping in various cafés to listen to some great old-time New Orleans' Jazz. I grabbed a bite to eat off of a street vendor. I think it was a Gator Po' boy. At around 7, I turned around and headed back towards the edge of town to the St. Charles streetcar that would take me through the Garden District and Stan's place. His home was one of those stately old 'Nawlins' Mansions. It was incredible. I couldn't believe my luck. What a wonderful place to be able to stay while visiting and what a generous gentleman he must be to offer me his home. I reminded myself to find some way to show my appreciation. Perhaps I could make breakfast? The party was already underway when I arrived, so I walked through the front door and into the front drawing room and saw Stan entertaining a group of younger folks gathered around him. He wore a white linen suit and a straw hat. He seemed very happy. Our eyes met and he waved me over. "Hey! It's good to see you again. I'm glad you came. I want to introduce you some of my friends, but I'll let them do the honors. Friends, this is Alex," he said. One by one, each person introduced themselves and shook my hand. Stan had placed his right hand around my shoulders and proceeded to lead me around the room so that I could be introduced to all the party-goers. Someone handed me a beer and I suddenly felt very pleased to be where I was. Things were shaping up to be a fun evening. We all drank and talked and laughed and drank some more until quite late. When most of the guests had left, Stan came over to me and told me that my room was upstairs on the left. He said that 'George' would show me to the room and make sure I had everything I needed. 'George' was a very friendly young man who seemed especially close to Stan. He walked in front of me up the staircase and opened a door so that I could walk through it. The room was ornately decorated with wall-to-wall books, ceiling to floor. It was a library. What a trip! "Is there anything I can get for you?" asked George. "Your bed is made, there's a robe for you in the bathroom and some slippers by the bed." "No, that's, 'er – fine!" I told him. "Ok, Stan will be up to say goodnight in a few moments." George told me. I thought, "Wow, that's really special!" I wondered if he did that for all his guests. Sweet Escape Ch. 03 George let himself out of the room and I undressed and brushed my teeth before slipping into the white terrycloth robe I found hanging on the bathroom door. I was studying myself in the full-length mirror, when Stan opened the door. I looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw him smile. "Ah, good, you found the robe," he said. "Yes, thank you. Very kind. It was a great party," I told him. "Good, I'm happy you enjoyed yourself. 'You ready for bed?" "Yes, I guess so." "Then let me tuck you in." I was surprised by his offer, but threw off my robe and began pulling down the covers. Then Stan came over to me and ran his hand down my arm and around my backside. Then he really startled me. He gave my ass a hard slap! "Such a great ass you have," he told me. "A very fuckable ass at that." I had never had a man come on to me before and I simply froze. I stood there, mouth agape, until I noticed that Stan was staring at my crotch. I never really had any feelings of shyness when it came to being naked. But as I looked down, I saw that my penis had started to engorge. Stan was almost drooling as he watched in sheer delight. I felt a bit uncomfortable. "I-I-I've never been with a man before," I stammered. "But what a nice response," said Stan. "You are so lovely," he told me. "May I touch you there?" I was overwhelmed by his caring advance and nodded yes. He reached his hand out and gently stroked my stiffening dick. It jumped at his touch, which made him smile broadly. Next, he wrapped his hand around its base and made it grow even harder. Then he took his other hand and brought it up behind my head. He leaned his head in and kissed me straight on the lips. I didn't know what to do, but to kiss him back. His hand had a good grip on my manhood, which was feeling quite good. "Can I kiss it?" he asked me. "I guess so," I replied. He knelt down in front of me and proceeded to give me the best blow job I had ever known. It was amazing but it didn't last very long, because I came in about five minutes. "W-w-w-w-ow!" I spurted out, just as I had spurted into his mouth. "That was, 'er, really nice." "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said as he wiped his sleeve across his mouth, wiping away the semen from the corners of his mouth. "I will kiss you goodnight, if you slip into bed now," He told me. And so I did. And he did. He kissed me hard on the lips and gave my crotch a squeeze as he did. Whereupon, I yelped and he gave my lower lip a little bite. "Goodnight!" he told me. "Goodnight." I replied. I lay there feeling rather simple-minded for a few minutes, taking all of what had just happened, in. I had just had my dick sucked by a man I had just met in a town I had only just arrived in, in this incredible house – in "Nawlins!" Wow. I slept like a rock and when I awoke, I realized that there was someone else in the bed with me. It was still dark in the room, although I could see some of the light of dawn spilling through the dark drapes. I rubbed my eyes and could just make out the white beard. It was Stan. He was in bed with me. "A-hum," I cleared my throat in a lame attempt to waken him. It worked. He opened one eye and smiled. Then he threw his arm around my head and brought me fully on top of him with one pull. I felt his morning wood against my belly and gasped. "Now, don't be scared," he told me. We won't do anything you don't want to, ok?" "Sure, it's just that this is all new for me, you understand," I managed to tell him. "I'm not sure what I'm doing." "Let me show you," he cooed. He rolled me over so that he was on top and then kneeled before turning me over on my stomach and then pulling me up so that he was leaning over me from behind. I got a little scared, but just as I was going to say, "stop," he dove down and stuck his tongue between my ass cheeks. I was amazed at the sensation I felt from his hot tongue running up and down my crack. Then I felt him insert a finger, then two into my hole. It closed down on him involuntarily. "Relax, Alex. You're going to enjoy this," he told me. I was, enjoying it, that is. His fingers had found their way to my Prostate and were massaging it while the other hand had found my stiffening cock and was jerking me off. I was delirious with the erotic nature of what was happening to me. It was no surprise when I finally felt his penis begin to penetrate me. He slid it in ever-so-gently, all the while, stroking my cock. It felt like my asshole was being reamed by a red-hot steel, until I was finally able to relax my sphincter muscles and take his entire length. When I thought I couldn't take him in any farther, he increased his grip on my cock and grabbed my balls with his other hand, pulling them down and squeezing the cum out of me. I came with such a force, that my cum stream hit the headboard of the big four-poster. I cried out and felt him grunting with the force of his own orgasm. Then I felt his spasms and the hot cum fill me. It was amazing." Alex looked around as I did. Everyone was looking somewhat odd. The men looked slightly uncomfortable and the Sarah looked like she was feeling the same thing I was – hot! I was turned on by his story, actually a true account of his first time with a man. I hadn't actually ever heard the details, but new about this experience. He looked around the group and posed the question, "Truth or Fantasy?" he inquired. We all looked at each other for some sort of consensus. I smiled and told the group that I would be mute for the moment. Sarah was the first to offer an opinion. "I think it's true," she offered. "I think it's a fantasy," said Jon. "No, it's true," 'T' piped in. "Well that's two-to-one," I chimed in. "Alex..." "It's true," he shared. It happened a long time ago, and hasn't occurred since. "I can collaborate on that. He shared that story with me almost 10 years ago," I told the group. "You want a stiff cock in your ass again, don't you Alex?" It was Jon. I almost did a spit-take with my wine. Was Jon actually offering to fuck Alex. Wow, this, I had to see. Alex looked at Jon with a shy smile and said, "Maybe." Everyone was tired and decided to head to their bunks for the night. (Next – Ch. 4, Alex takes on Jon and the crew get closer)