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Gail Sails With Gia

By: HADRIAN M



If you haven't read our first posting(s) I'll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I'm 5'10, just turned 32, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married seven years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful and very shy, which belies her intelligence and soft spoken manner. She is 5'7" with a young girls figure at 30, small hips, long very shapely legs, small breasted, a picture perfect behind, light brown hair that blondes in the sun and just the loveliest large green eyes.

I intended to write three stories covering the whole of our holidays in France in 2000 but, with my workload mounting, time crept upon us and I only finished part of the holiday story. Our next holiday arrived, September 2001, and I decided to simply continue from there.
 During our stay on the Cote Azur in 2000 I believe we had both sexually experimented more than during the whole of our marriage, maybe our whole life. Never would I have dreamed that my shy and reserved wife had such a voracious sexual curiosity. I always thought her beautiful but never the sexual temptress, and oh how wrong I was. Just being herself was her charm, and it was obvious that the men we encountered during our holiday found Gail's shy and unassuming manner very appealing. I was surprised, at myself as well. I had never even thought of another woman before, and now I had had liaisons with Françoise on two occasions. Liaisons which I believe Gail does not know about, and for which I feel no guilt.

We arrived in Nice and rented a small Renault at the airport then drove to the ancient village of Eze. We were referred to this small (fifteen room) Hotel that had a spectacular view of the sea from every room. We checked in, exhausted from seventeen hours of traveling, and immediately bedded down for the night.

Our plans this year were for one or two nights in Eze while we relaxed and rested from the trip, then up the coast to Monaco for a few days, and then Portofino in Italy, for the rest of our vacation. During a lustful evening last year we met an American couple, Peter and Phyllis, whom we wrote about. I had stayed in touch with them and we knew they would be in Monte Carlo, where we planned to meet. . Peter informed us he now had interest in a company in Viareggio and had rented an apartment in Monte Carlo in order to keep track of his business. 

The next morning we had breakfast on the balcony of the hotel restaurant, outdoors, with a magnificent view of the mountains and the sea below.. I noticed a few of the guests eyeing Gail and, with one she reciprocated but managed to keep the exchange subdued. We were happy to be back in France. Early September, we were told, is a slightly older crowd with warm days and cool nights. I think we were both secretly wondering if this year would be as full as last year and, I personally was excited and frightened by the thought.

After breakfast Gail dressed in a short white linen skirt with a beige armless silk blouse yielding to her form. She looked like an angel, all soft and flowing. No brassiere and the filmiest nude-colored mesh underpants. She watched me as she slipped into her panties. Her entice Rian smile upon her face. 

We planned to drive down the coast to Cannes, do some shopping, have a drink at the Carlton, and then return to Eze, stopping along the way at the places we remembered from last year, including the Hotel Du Cap. 

We arrived in Cannes and spent the rest of the morning shopping. We walked past old Chalets, modern apartment buildings, and then into the Carlton Hotel where we commandeered a small couch in a corner of the grand lobby trying to look like we belonged. Gail had a white wine and I tried Pernod, we touched hands often while watching the guests come and go. We left planning to lunch on the beach but we had only walked a few streets from the hotel when we stopped at a small chic looking restaurant for lunch. When the Maitre De took us to our table we opted to sit on a bank, side by side, looking out into the square. A row of tables was against the windows with the patrons facing inward, looking toward us. An elderly lady exquisitely dressed sat across from us and smiled as we sat down, then went back to reading her magazine. A man in an open collar silk shirt sat at a table to the right of the lady. I had noticed when we entered that he looked like Antonio Banderas. 

After a short time I noticed Antonio's constant attention to our table. The table cloths were hanging over the table edge but our being seated on the bank lowered us a bit, and I felt certain his attention to our table was more Gail's lovely legs than a passing interest. When I later asked her she admitted he was getting a show.

We had salads and afterwards ordered another drink. The elderly lady across the way had smiled and said something to Gail which we could not quite hear. I leaned forward, "excuse me" I questioned "You both look fit because you eat fit", she repeated, in the very most proper British accent. Not knowing what to respond, I said, "Yes, thank you", Gail just smiled.
We continued through lunch and our third glass of wine, enjoying just being together, unfettered, no cell phone. All year long, at home, we would go places and do things but always shadowed by some unspoken decorum. Here we were again on the Cote Azur, and for some reason we both felt a degree of abandon..

The lady persisted and soon, because of the inconvenience of speaking across the aisle, we asked if we could join her as we finished our drinks. It appeared that Lady Tamara was British, lived permanently in Cannes, and that she and her deceased husband had been going to the south of France since 1965. She knew everything and anything about the area, and all the gossip about everyone. We heard the local version, she called it the "real version" of Princess Grace's auto accident, the reasons why the "Americans were dominating the film festival," and the names of the "real players on the Riviera." When we were ready to leave we bid Antonio goodbye and we left with Lady Tamara. We walked together to the end of the block and since we were heading in the opposite direction I started my departure speech.

Tamara touched my arm and softly said, "Monsieur Hadrian, you don't leave a Lady on the street, I live there," and she pointed to a building about two blocks away, and just continued walking. And I dutifully followed while Gail chuckled.

Tamaras building was directly across from the beach, it looked unremarkable at first glance but that judgment later changed. A doorman stood at the ready to open the entry door for her. Tamara turned to Gail and said, "Would you like to come up for a drink?" Gail immediately responded, "I'd love to, I'm curious to see the view and what it's like living here." Tamara smiled and patted Gail's arm. "I thought so, that's the way we ladies think."

We spent a long while with Tamara. Her apartment was large airy, filled with photos and art objects, drawings and paintings, it was simply magnificent. We looked at original paintings by Henri Lebasque, of another artist we did not know but dated 1905, and more. Though we didn't know then, we have since looked up the names and some of the paintings have great value. She had pictures with famous people, mostly political and she explained who they were and where the pictures were taken. She had lived history, and was full of great tales, and an elderly charm bursting with wit. 

We sat on the balcony and looked down on the beach. Lounging chair upon chair, spread across the beach before us, everyone topless. There was a telescope on the balcony but I didn't dare ask to use it. When we mentioned that we would be moving along the coast to Eze, then to Portofino, she began mentioning a litany of places and people to meet. "Oh my dear Gail," and as an afterthought, "and Monsieur Hadrian", she said while shaking a single finger in emphasis. "I know just the most divine person for you to meet in Monte Carlo. His name is Giancomo. He is an Italian businessman who sails Monte Carlo late every summer. If I can find him I shall tell him to call you." She rose to get a pencil to note our telephone and room number in Eze. 

From when we first met her Tamara continuously commented on our youth, Gail's beauty, and flirted outrageously with us both. This interesting Lady of probably seventy some odd years was as youthful in her thinking as forty years ago, and we were delighted to have met her. When We finally rose two hours later we regretted that we had to leave. We felt we had made a friend, with whom, by the way, we still regularly communicate by letter and by telephone. We drove back through Juan les Pain, stopped at the Du Cap for drinks at the bar, reminiscing some, and chatting with another couple and the bartender who remembered us from last year.

We had booked an evening court and arrived back at the hotel in time to play our tennis game. While Gail was donning her tennis gear I stopped behind her and reached around to fondle her breasts. "Were you trying to give Antonio a show?" I questioned. She laughed. "No, not at first; I knew that was on your mind. But, he was pretty intense. I finally crossed my ankles and I know he could see clear to my panties. I guess I was enjoying it too. When we sat at Tamara's table he was giving me steamy looks like he was angry he couldn't see up my skirt any longer. " "I didn't notice", I commented. Gail smiled and touched my face, "You never do, my love. Let's get on with this game."

Back in our room we showered, ordered white wine sprítzers, and lounged around half naked, bidding our time before dinner. Soon enough we started touching and became engrossed in a low key touch and talk session that grew in intensity. Being back on the Cote Azur had a relaxing effect and we started to discuss the last year's events. Truth be told, during the year at home we actually spoke very little about the things that had happened during our holiday. We barely discussed my feelings as I watched her and Peter making love. She would blush visibly and I could tell she was uncomfortable so I'd let it drop. She confessed, again reminded me I should say, of how jealous she was seeing Phyllis suck me to orgasm. The inconsistency did not pass unnoticed. We continued to touch and when I asked her about Andrew touching her, we had started to make love.

We were interrupted by the telephone ringing. "Allo, Monsieur Hadrian?" (the voice added my last name). It was a cultured British English but he had an accent. "This is he speaking." I replied. "My name is Giancomo, my good friend Tamara called me today to introduce me to you." "Yes," I responded. "We were with her this afternoon. How do you do." And so began our brief chat. He said he knew Chile and considered it one of the worlds prettiest countries… that He considered buying land there… how pleased he was that we had spent time with Tamara… his father had been a good friend of her husband, and more. "I understand that you will be in Monte Carlo on Friday", he commented. "Yes, we are planning on spending a few days there." I said. He continued. "We are celebrating this weekend in Monaco. I am having an early cocktail party on Friday and later there is a formal reception at the Fort Antoine Theatre. On Saturday we will be in Portofino returning on Sunday. I would like to invite you and your wife. Can I count on you to join us?" "Well that sounds magnificent Mr. …" He interrupted, "No please, Giancomo, only Giancomo." "Ok Giancomo, I'm called Rian." I replied. Would you mind if I took a moment to inform my wife?" "Of course. Please do." I started to explain it to Gail. She had partly heard the conversation and figured out what we were talking about and she was excited and laughing. "I can't believe it", Gail said. "Tell him yes, we will be there. But Where? Back on the telephone I said, "Giancomo, we thank you very much. We'd be honored to attend." "Excellent, Hadrian, I look forward to meeting you." "Likewise Giancomo. Should we make reservations in Portofino?" After a pause Giancomo said, "Not necessary Hadrian. I am inviting you on board my boat. Friday through Sunday. We will sail to Portofino." "Oh." Was all I could respond, and Gail looked at me wondering if something had gone wrong. "Hadrian?" "Yes Giancomo." "Later this night I will have someone deliver all the details to the concierge at your hotel, as well as the invitation to the Reception at Fort Antoine." 

In Monte Carlo we checked into the Mirabeau Hotel, and arranged with the concierge to return our car. We were escorted through hushed carpeted hallways to a beautiful room overlooking the sea, with a magnificent panorama of Monte Carlo below. We were captivated with the view and choose to stay in the room after we settled in, and while waiting to leave in a couple of hours for our weekend yacht rendezvous. We wound up on the bed toe to head, with me massaging her feet. A favorite pastime that Gail has delegated for me. While massaging her feet we chatted wondering what to expect this evening and this weekend. "Wouldn't it be nice to play at the famous Monte Carlo Tennis Club?, on clay." I asked. "I'll see if we can get on a court on Monday." Gail smiled. "I'll bet you won't have much fun playing with me on clay." Too good an opportunity to pass I said, "I assure you my love, I'm ready to play with you anywhere. But" I paused "Let's make a bet. I'll spot you 15 – love on your serve, and 30 – love on my serve, you choose which one." Gail studied me a moment, "What's the bet?" I thought for a moment. "If you win we will use our savings to get the ski apartment you want." Her face literally lit up. "Can we afford it?" she asked. "No, but we'll figure out something, as long as we stay reasonable." "You've got a bet." she replied, glowing in the process. "Oh, and what do you get if you win." That said with a coy look like she already knew what I really wanted. I pondered the question, taking my time before I answered. "I want to win… whatever I wish." She smiled, lovingly. "It's a deal," she said. Then she had a thoughtful look. "You know Ri, I'd like this vacation to be about us, no Peter's, no girls ravishing you." My heart was beating loudly in my ears. She said girl's, plural, did she know about Francoise? I was taken aback, or was I reading too much into everything she said. Regardless of the mixed feelings, it made me proud, Gail wanted this vacation to center around us and I would be thrilled to receive her total attention. 

We were both excited over our invitation to spend the weekend on a yacht. The invitation arrived late so we received it the next morning. Every detail was covered including a full itinerary for the weekend so that it was easy for Gail and me to prepare what to wear. After the cocktail party we were invited to a reception at Forte Antione and the dress was formal. Actually it said attire was 'Smoking'. Fortunately we had planned on having a formal night in Monte Carlo so Gail had an evening gown and I too was prepared for the occasion with a new tuxedo. We packed the clothing we needed for the weekend and readied ourselves for the cocktail party. 

Our taxi passed into the Monte Carlo Marina and we drove from quay to quay until we found strip C. I must admit I was taken up with all the luxury, it was like living in a movie set. We passed sailing boats and yachts, some looking like they were 200 feet long, some modern and sleek in design looked like they were moving while standing still. We arrived at the 'Gabbiano Bianco' as another couple was walking up the gangway, a sailor-suited porter trailing behind them. The sailor came back down the gangway when he saw our taxi stopped alongside. We paid the taxi and approached the yacht. The sailor, just a boy, introduced himself as Mauricio and asked our name in heavily accented English. "Oh yes signore" he said smiling "you are the coppia we are waiting for." Gail and I looked at one another wondering about his saying 'the coppia' which sounded like 'copy' in our language. As I approached the ship I looked from side to side. I thought it was a good 200 feet long but later learned it was 136 feet. We were very impressed.

The gangway led to the back of the boat where a group of a dozen people were standing around chatting with drinks in their hands. Directly at the top of the gangway a ten or twelve foot section of the boat was open except for a canvas cover. Two highly polished doors with large panels of beveled-glass were opened wide and led to a large living room area. 

Then surprise of all surprises. Just inside the living room door stood our friends from last year, Peter and Phyllis. Peter looked terrific in a white jacket and dark blue shirt and he wore an ascot they were facing away and only turned to see who was following the porter. When Peter saw us he raised his arms so quickly that his drink splashed, and with the broadest of smiles he said, "Ri, I simply don't believe this." Phyllis turned too and stood staring open mouthed for a few moments.

After handshakes, hugs and greetings Peter took the time to explain to the two couples standing with him that we were friends from last year and he introduced us. "I thought we would be seeing you next week." I commented. Peter smiling broadly, "We thought the same, but what a pleasant surprise." So per-chance was the meeting that we exchanged exclamations for a good five minutes. 

The young sailor was standing beside us and the moment he saw a lapse in our conversation he beckoned with his hand to Gail and said, "Signora," signaling us to follow him. We took leave of Peter and Phyllis and followed the steward.

We descended one level on a rather steep staircase that opened into a narrow carpeted corridor. Halfway down the corridor the steward opened a stairwell door and retrieved our luggage which he had placed in the stairwell, and we continued to our cabin at the end of the corridor. He opened the polished door to our cabin. 

A huge king size bed faced us with matching lamps on the wall and small matching end tables on both sides of the bed. A two person couch was in the corner on the starboard side with a round coffee-table and a bottle of champagne in a cooler. The tablecloth was maroon and beige as was the rest of the color coordinated cabin. The walls doors and bed frame were done in a rich wood finish and a huge colorful watercolor print of St. Paul de Vence was above the bed. Both forward sides of the room were paneled in dark louvered double doors. One side led to a closet, and on the other side to a full sized bathroom with bathtub, WC, and bidet. It was spectacular, much more then a movie set. Gail looked at me with a gleam of delight in her eyes. Mauricio was smiling at our obvious approval of the room as he placed our luggage on the rack and left. "It's amazing that people actually live like this," I said. Gail nodded, adding, "This would be a fun way to take a holiday." "Don't rush," I said. "Wait to see if we can take the sea."

Gail started to unpack our clothes while I explored the cabin. I had to stand on a chair to look out the portholes on both sides of the cabin. I walked into the closet, then the bathroom. One wall to the right of the bathtub was paneled in wood. An indented panel looked like a door but when I pulled on the bronze fixture it didn't move. However, when I pushed it slid into the wall and there was another door. I pushed down on the handle and it opened into another WC with a Shower stall, and beyond that a cabin, smaller than ours but beautifully decorated in blues and beige. I guessed that the bathtub was occasionally shared between cabins. 

We unpacked our formal clothes to allow them to unwrinkle in the three hours we had before the reception. When we were dressed for the cocktail party we made our way back through the corridor. Everyone was wrapped in conversation, some animated, all so chic but somehow comfortable with each other. That no one noticed us actually helped us both relax. We made our way back toward the open door where Peter was standing in a large group, attentively listening to a lady, while sipping his drink. Halfway there someone took my arm, "You are Hadrian. No?" "Yes" I replied, to a gentleman in a perfectly fitted dark blue blazer. "I'm Giancomo," he said smiling and offering his hand. I shook hands with our host, smiling in a genuine show of pleasure and appreciation without his noticing we were novices. "Hello Giancomo", I said. And I placed my left hand on his arm, trying not to look the novice. I reached for Gail and with my arm on her waist said, "May I present my wife Gail." Gail offered her hand leaning forward. Our host smiled, released my hand and while holding Gail's hand said, "Sorry Gail, this is our custom," and he stretched to kiss her cheek with simple correctness. I noticed Gail's upper neck getting red, she was shy and it was usual for her blush when she met new people. She placed her arm in mine responding to Giancomo and said, "I can't begin to tell you how pleased we are to have been invited. Thank you so much." "Not to be thanked", our host replied. "Tamara said you were a delight. She knows. I thank you for coming." I added, "I understand this is a very special weekend." "It is" Giancomo added, "you will see". He turned to his right and gestured, "May I introduce you to my friend, Gabriela?" Standing just a step or two away from Giancomo during this discourse was a woman of about thirty, tall, strikingly beautiful and perfectly poised. She smilingly watched the exchange. I felt a tremor when she gave me her hand. We chatted a few minutes then he bade us to go mingle with the party, we would have time to chat later.


Gail Sails With Gia



And so we met Giancomo, our host. A handsome man of about 45, dressed casually, and with obvious taste. He was slight, maybe five feet three, slightly graying, and he looked very fit. 

Peter and Phyllis were waiting. Gail stood at arms length from Peter and broadly smiling commented, "You clean up pretty well Peter." He took both Gail's hands in his and again said "I don't believe that we meet you again this way. I'm thrilled" I replied, "We should have known that you would be partying in Monaco instead of Italy." Peter responded, "This late in the season Monte Carlos is more alive. We've been here six weeks already," I'm mixing a little pleasure with the business." 

Then Peter added, "Ri, how ever did you get invited to his cocktail party?" Then without waiting for an answer. "We would have invited you last year but getting into his parties isn't easy. His party, is the most sought after every year." Peter's friends were still in the gathered around group, and now listening to our conversation.

"Anyway…" Peter continued, "This is just terrific. I'll book us for dinner at a nice place for a late dinner tonight, we can talk then". "We're going to a reception at a Fort after the cocktails." I commented. "What," Peter almost shouted. The whole group was listening intently now. Then he continued. "You're invited to the Reception at Fort Antoine Theatre?" "Yes." I simply replied. "Now Ri," Peter continued. "How the hell did you manage that?" I answered, "I didn't, and Giancomo organized it." "Giancomo?" Peter said as a statement, "Your friend Giancomo?" "Yes." I again said. "We're sailing with them for a few days," Gail remarked. Peter looked to me, then to Phyllis and Gail. "Well, I'll be darned," He said, smiling broadly, shaking his head from side to side. "I've got to hand it to you Ri.. As long as we've been coming here we couldn't get beyond the cocktail party. And you're sailing "for a few days", as you say. My dear Gail, sailing on this yacht for a few days is travel in very thin air."

And so went the evening. The party started to wind down. People left in groups laughing and chatting. Peter and I exchanged hotel numbers. We would see them when we returned on Sunday, and we retired to our cabin to prepare for the reception. 

"Would you say Peter was impressed with our invitation?" Gail asked when we were in our cabin. "I would say that he was. It was nice to know someone at the party," I replied. Gail not listening to me said, "It must be something pretty special." "I'd say it must, we have to thank Tamara. To think she went through the trouble of calling him."

It had been years since I had worn a tuxedo, 'smoking' as they say. Gail was dressed in a dark green silk dress that had only one side across her shoulder. Half of her back was uncovered clearly showing she was without a brassiere, and when she moved her arm you could see the beginning of the side of her breast. It showed little enough but I imagined a lot of people would stare, hoping to see something. I convinced Gail that her concern that her "breasts are almost exposed," was unwarranted. She looked simply angelic.

We were expected to be at the reception at 21:00 Hrs. At 20:15 there was a knock on our cabin door and I opened it to a smiling Mauricio who informed us, " Signores, your car will be ready in 15 minutes".

When we walked down the gangway a large grey Citroen Limousine was waiting for us. The chauffer opened the door and sitting inside was Giancomo and Gabriela. "Well hello," I said, "Another surprise. I hope we didn't keep you waiting? Giancomo answered, "Not at all." Gabriela looking at Gail said, "You look stunning Gail, what a lovely dress." And thus the girls began a discourse about dresses and designs.

Giancomo filled me in on the importance of the evening. It seemed that he and another businessman sponsored this reception each year for a charity dear to Monaco. He commented that the reception would be a lot of, "Oh how are you, I missed you, then afterward you ask who they were. After the reception a very nice Italian restaurant was reserved and that should be fun."

Arriving at the Fort was very impressive for Gail and myself. Cameras were flashing, everyone seemed to be on display as we walked into the Hall. Giancomo was spoken to by everyone. Gail, Gabriela and I just stood by as he greeted one person after another, remembering what seemed like hundreds of names. We listened to speeches in French and Italian, many praising Giancomo, and it seemed everyone was trying their best to be noticed. At 22:00 it was winding down and we headed for dinner along with a chosen group.

The restaurant was crowded with beautiful people. Before we took to table everyone roamed about.. Giancomo introduced us to a middle aged couple he said would be sailing with us, and two gentlemen from Italy, informing us that they were dining "at our table" this evening. One man was reserved, almost dour, and the other, Angelo, looked about 35 - balding down and the middle, tried to keep the conversation going for both. He was built solidly and very tall, he looked twice the size of Giancomo. We left them and went for wine then moved around as well. Gabriela was more with Gail and myself then with Giancomo. She introduced us to two men from Monaco that she knew and we spoke with them for 10 minutes. Both were very involved in tennis and one, a former race car driver with serious burn scars on his face, wrote our name and hotel so that he could call to arrange a tennis court at the Monte Carlo club. I think people thought we were important just because we were with Giancomo.

All this while an assortment of wine was offered and, because we did not know the wines, we tasted most to see what we liked. And of course we tasted and drank far too much and enjoyed each as much as the last. At one point Gabriela and I went out on the street in front of the restaurant to get away from the "show" as she put it.

I noticed Gail in the center of the restaurant with the Italian group mostly talking and laughing with Angelo. A few minutes later she joined us outside. I watched as she approached. "Enjoying?, she asked. I replied nodding, "Yes, but a bit overwhelming don't you think? "Yes", she said, "but very exciting." "You are the loveliest girl here" I said to her, not minding that Gabriela could hear. She just smiled but her eyes were fiery, full of energy. The evening and the wine were having an affect.

We sat for a planned dinner that started with a small plate of Penne served with a scoop of ricotta cheese and a tomato sauce, then grilled Tuna, an array of vegetables, and wine and more wine. Giancomo seated the two Italian men beside one another with Gail and Gabriela on either side of them. I sat with Gail on my right and on the other side the Italian lady Francesca whom I believe made much to do over me, thinking I was someone important. Gail shared almost all of her dinner conversation with Angelo, who was seated beside her. I later learned he was the Financial Director for Giancomo's companies.

I also noticed that Gail was leaning back and turning in such a way that he could probably see much of her breast. Maybe even her nipple. If she leaned forward it would have been obvious to the whole table. Leaning back only he could see. I tried not to stare in spite of the fact that I found it very sexy.

I started placing my hand over her glass when the waiter came to pour wine since I did not want Gail to get drunk or sick. Strangely enough it seemed that whenever Francesca was being overly attentive to me Gail would turn to me or touch me or talk with me. I smiled inwardly thinking she was jealous.

It was well after midnight when dinner was over. Giancomo was moving from table to table. We were all talking in pairs. I with Francesca and her husband, Gabriela with the older man was standing near the bar. It felt like someone was getting up from the bank and I turned toward Gail. Angelo had his right hand on the table and was looking across the room. Gail was leaning back on the bank slightly turned toward Angelo. I noticed that even from my angle I could see the top of her nipple. At that very instant Gail moved her right leg so that it was almost touching his leg and, though I couldn't see, I could imagine that their legs were touching under the table. I then noticed his left hand was under the table partly covered by the tablecloth, and I realized that Gail was letting him touch her legs. 

The table was close enough so that the table cloth covered most of his arm. I felt certain he was touching her. I turned back to see if Francesca had noticed but she too far around the table and was turned away. When I turned back Gail was leaning forward, both wrists resting on the table, acting as if something were about to happen. The way she was sitting anyone on the other side could have looked down her dress, and her position was blocking me from seeing Angelo. For a long time, maybe a minute or two, she sat this way. Then she stood up leaning on the table and looked at me, her eyes looked glazed, and said she was going to the ladies room. I rose to let her out and watched her cross to where Gabriela was standing. Just before she entered the ladies room she stole a last surreptitious glance behind her to our table, then disappeared inside.

Within fifteen minutes the restaurant started to empty and we were on our way back to the boat with Giancomo. He inquired if we had a fun evening, we commented that we did, and thanked him. He drank continuously during the evening but did not seem the least out of control. When we arrived we all four lumbered up the gangplank as if coming home tired after a long day. I marveled at the pure luxury of living on a boat. A second steward, a very tall lanky youth we had not seen before, was on deck. Giancomo invited us for a Port before bed and we all four sat on the back deck in the night air sipping a port and almost whispering, before we said our goodnights.

In the cabin we made ready for bed. Gail was still full of energy and wanted to talk. She was feeling good, but not drunk, and the Port had given her an extra wind. I watched her undress at the closet and thought she looked so beautiful taking off her dress and standing in her lace underwear. She crawled over me kissing me, telling me how she was going to lay in the sun all day tomorrow.

I was rubbing the palm of my hand over her breast and nipples while talking. "That feels nice." She said. "I felt sexy tonight." "You looked very sexy," I replied. "Especially when you were leaning back." She looked at me weighing the moment. "Could you actually see?, she asked. "Toward the end of the evening there were times, yes." "Did you mind?, she asked inquiring. We had both been expecting to be flashy this trip but it had not happened yet and we were both tentative. "No. I loved looking at you. I was turned on when you leaned your leg against Angelo. "You noticed that?" "Yes I noticed that," I responded. "You certainly let him poach at the table," I commented. She gave me a quizzing glance but just for a moment, then half smiled. "He kept placing his hand on my leg when we were eating. Did you notice?" "Yes. Though I tried not to stare. How far did he get?" "Too far, Gabriela almost saw him. Did anyone else notice?" she asked, and then, "Oh that feels good," as I rolled the palm of my hand over her nipple. "Maybe Francesca figured it out. Who knows. Hope not." I said all in one breathe. "How far did he get?" I again asked. She sighed then responded, "At first he just touched my legs. Later he had his hand under my dress, between my legs." "Rubbing you?" I inquired. "More like one finger, trying to touch me." "Did you open your legs to let him?" "Yes." "Did he get you off?" "No." By now I was hard and rubbing her nipple with one hand I reached to touch between her legs. "I would think from looking at him that he's not your type of guy." "He isn't," she immediately replied. "Then why would you let him do that?" "It was the circumstance Ri." "I'll say it was a circumstance," I responded, "Did you enjoy it?" Now she paused a long moment "Yes. I almost came. When I stood up it was because I wanted to stop, I didn't want to come." I now had my fingers under her panties, thinking we would make love. These past few days had been wonderful. Together all day, anticipating what would happen, making love at every opportunity. "Did you expect him to follow you to the restroom when you went there?" Again I could feel her thinking wheels turning. She placed her hand on my thigh when she answered, "He said he would." By this time I had entered her and slowly started to make love. "Were you planning to let him finish in the ladies room." "No Ri." she replied. "Oh, I don't know, I was pretty turned on. But, no I was not planning." I could hear the excitement in her voice. She had found her rhythm. We made love slowly, quietly, and though I had hoped to get more details, it was not to be.

The next morning, while waiting for Gail to come up for breakfast, I went roaming around the boat. I met the Captain, a Frenchman, and an impressive figure in his white starched uniform. He imparted much information about the boat and our planned trip.

When Gail arrived we took breakfast in the dining room which was beyond the living room area in the back part of the boat. Fresh fruit, cheeses, French bread and croissants made up a buffet. After eating I telephoned to our hotel and was given a message to, "… call your friend at the Tennis Club, it could be arranged." I called the number given me by the tennis player we had met last night and arranged to meet him at the club at 11:00 to book a court and suitable time. I asked and the Captain assured me that time would permit the visit. 

We headed back to our cabin. Gail decided to laze on the sun deck all day. When I left for the tennis club she was sitting on the couch in an armless cotton shirt and lace panties, one leg up on the couch, using her toe nail clippers. The view was so seductive that I found it difficult to leave. 

I walked down the gangway and started to walk toward the port entrance. I was less then 200 meters from the boat when a car pulled alongside and the driver opened the passenger door saying something I could not hear. He meant for me to ride with him to the entrance which I did. Within an hour I had visited the club, booked the court for Tuesday and returned to the boat by taxi. 

No one was to be seen on board so I simply headed straight down to our cabin. Gail was still sitting on the couch looking seductive as she polished her toe nails. "That was a second fast trip," she commented. I looked at her quizzing the comment but didn't ask. "Just minutes after you left there was a tap on the door. I figured it was you and said, yes? Mauricio the steward opened the door," she pointed the small brush toward a pile of towels, "he brought towels and slippers," she said. "Oh?" I responded. "Were you… dressed like now?" "Like this," Gail said, gesturing toward herself. "Like that," I asked. "Leg up on the couch?" She just nodded yes. "Boy he must have had some view." "I think he was transfixed. He stood like a statue for what seemed like minutes. Just staring between my legs, no pretense." "So what did you do, did you move?" I asked. "No," Gail replied. I didn't move an inch. I just said thank you Mauricio." "With those lace panties not much left to imagine." I said. What did he do?" "He just gave me the cutest smile and said, prago signora, and walked out." "Gail my love, you are incorrigible, and you are making me hard." "Ri my dear, you bring it out in me." As I was walking toward the bathroom there was a knock on the door. I turned to Gail and spread my arms in a gesture of, 'and who could that be'? She shook her head and mouthed in a low whisper, "Can't imagine who," smiling mischievously. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the louvered doors just as Gail responded to the knock, "Yes, come in."

It was Mauricio again. I couldn't see him but looking through the louvers I could clearly see Gail. She was sitting with one leg on the couch. Her panties were pulled tight making a perfect outline - even indenting slightly the length of the pussy. She was braless and one breast was hanging, weighty and enticing, under her shirt. She was looking at Mauricio as he announced in his heavily accented English,, "Signora, we will be sailing in about thirty minutes." I thought I should tell him I was back but Gail distracted me. She was sitting on the couch staring back at Mauricio with the most innocent smile she could muster. I almost coughed a laugh. After a long silence Mauricio said, "Bene Signora, you need something you call me,." And I heard the door click shut. I opened the bathroom doors, "Now that was the ultimate tease, poor kid is probably in pain." She nodded in agreement, "I will have to be careful. He just stood there staring and getting hard in the process. I don't want him making an issue that might get back to Gaincomo". "You're right," I replied, "but, what did you expect?" Gail just looked at me without comment and I thought this was a side I had not seen before.

Just about midday there were two toots on the ships horn and a few minutes later the boat started to move. Gail and I dressed in jeans and sneakers spent a fascinating hour on deck watching as Monaco grew distant. The boat leveled off and started sailing parallel to the coastline as we headed toward Italy. 

Giancomo and Gabriela finally came on deck at about 14:00 hrs. Gabriela was right behind him in a short green flowing see through cover with a scanty bikini beneath. She moved with grace, always smiling. It was intoxicating to watch her, and I made mental note of Gail's appraising looks at Gabriela.

We discussed the beauty of the coastline, the evening past, and Giancomo informed us that we would have lunch shortly then laze on deck until sundown. Gail went below to change into her swim suit and returned ten minuets later as we sat for lunch.

I was amazed at the dinner table setting, and the meal. There was a extra cold white wine served with an antipasto of poached egg served on braised eggplant.. To my surprise he had chosen a California Chardonnay, called Newton, a slightly sweet perfect compliment to the meal, I thought. We then had tiny Quail roasted to perfection with lightly steamed fennel and tiny strawberry sized roasted potatoes. This was served with a French red wine. The meal was a feat in itself, and for me, not the least of which was that it was prepared on board a boat. We drank two bottles of wine and after dinner went up to the sun deck with champagne. Giancomo and I sat under umbrellas on deck chairs and the girls sun bathed topless. 

After an hour or so Gabriela sat up and proceeded to take off the bottom of her swimsuit, then turned to lie face down, all the while conversing with Gail. I was transfixed. Giancomo smiled and said, "I'm getting used to it… unfortunately."

Giancomo and I retired into the living room and watched a Clint Eastwood cowboy video. The girls joined us in the early evening and we watched another movie Presidents Men. Dinner was light cheese, bread and fresh fruit with Champagne. I chatted extensively with Giancomo. He was inquisitive and asked me many questions about my work , and travels. I found out that he was primarily in finance but involved in the fashion business as well. He seemed so relaxed and unpretentious in spite of his obvious wealth. I liked the man.

That evening Gail and I retired to our luxury, spent from the late evening yesterday, and too much wine and sun. We were relaxed listening to the ever so slight hum of the engine as we slowly moved along the coast of Italy about two miles off shore. According to the Captain the small waves in rapid succession made the sea a little rough. I explained to Gail that the boat had stabilizers that countered the swaying movement. We cuddled and slept soundly.




Gail Sails With Gia



We awoke the next morning still at sea but standing in front of Portofino. I went on deck ahead of Gail and rushed back down to tell her to hurry. Portofino looked like a postcard before us, buildings tucked neatly into the mountainside. The Captain pointed out the hotel that we had booked for our stay in Portofino later in the week. Gail and I were planning to check it out today. Giancomo and Gabriela came on deck and we breakfasted under the canvas tarp on the rear deck. Gabriela was wearing slip on shoes and khaki colored shorts that were very conservative. Her plain white cotton shirt was thin and I could see the brownness of her nipples shadowed through the cloth. I found it so appealing that she was so simply dressed, yet so sexy, that I could not resist starring. But Gail is not often outclassed and she too looking stunning in a simple flared beige skirt and armless cotton shirt. I had watched her dress and I knew she was wearing beige lacy panties that loved.

Gabriela had friends in Portofino that she planned to visit and she invited Gail to join her. Gail accepted, opting out of visiting the hotel with me. Giancomo invited me to join him at his business meeting but warned me; "I may be anywhere from an hour to three and it's all in Italian, you may get bored." I thanked him but declined. 

Gaincomo explained that the boat would stay in the bay, and the small motor boat that had been lowered from the lounge deck would stay in the yacht basin in Portofino. "If you want to return on board and the motor boat is not there, it's only because it is going back and forth. Just wait, it can not be more then ten minutes. We are all on our own until 16:00. We will have a dinner party on board this evening and some people will stay with us on the return to Monaco. "You will love the group of people," Giancomo said, "…and they will be nice for you to know when you return."

Half hour later we were all in the motor boat heading into shore. The Captain was with us, carrying our passports to an office in the harbor. Giancomo wore a plain white short sleeved shirt and impeccably pressed slacks and had a small leather page size folder under his arm. He looked ready for business but relaxed. Gail and I were impressed, traveling in such an exciting way. The girls went with the Captain in a car waiting for him and I left with our Host in his car, which dropped him off and then took me to the Splendido Hotel.

The day sped along quickly. I was only at the hotel for half an hour, and was thrilled with what we had to look forward to. I also managed to change my room to a frontal view. I wonder if their knowing the circumstances of my being here early had helped? Everyone seemed to know Giancomo. I through an area like an open market and stopped there and ate a brick oven pizza then took a taxi to the harbor area. It was 12:30, so with time to spare I walked back through the quays looking at the boats. 

As I walked toward the Gabbiano Blanco I realized that it was among the bigger, more stately looking, ships in the harbor and I felt proud being a guest on board. I walked up the gangway and from the back of the boat I took in the beauty of Portofino spread before me. I thought, "wow". No one was around as I made my way down toward our cabin.

When I entered the stairwell into the hallway that led to our cabin, I caught the light of our cabin door being closed. As the hall darkened I wondered if Mauricio, or someone else, was cleaning the room. I took mental note that the rolling cart that I had seen being used for cleaning, was not outside the door. I continued toward our suite and cautiously turned the knob to enter. It was locked. I thought that strange, we had not locked the door since boarding and, I did not have a key. I raised my hand to knock on the door but for some reason paused. I turned away and started to walk back down the hallway. I only took a few steps and in passing the door of the adjacent room I stopped and thought, why not. I turned the knob and it was open. I glanced around and saw no personal belongings inside so I entered and quietly closed the door.

For a moment I stood in the center of the room wondered why my heart was beating so fast. I knew the feeling but couldn't figure out why this rush was triggered by the simple act of seeing the door close. I stepped into the WC and listening for sounds, there were none. The slight but constant hum of a motor, probably a generator, would easily muffle many sounds. I quietly pressed down on the door handle that separated our rooms. It was locked with a sliding bolt which I simply slide to the right. It was dark. I opened it wider and saw that there was a flat wood wall. That, I remembered, would be the sliding door between compartments. Surely that would be locked. It had a handle that lifted. I ever so slowly tested it, it moved upward. I could feel the hook unhinge and a little pressure made the door slide ever so slightly to the right. 

I continued sliding the door rightwards and quickly saw some of our belongings in the bathroom of our suite. When the door was shoulder wide I looked inside. It was dark save for the light coming through the curtained port hole. The louvered doors separating the suite and the bathroom were closed. I quietly moved to the center of the bathroom and for a solid minute stood wondering if I should continue, or just announce my presence to whomever was in the room. I moved quietly toward the louvered doors and stood to the left of the door, while looking through the louvers from a small upper section of the door. 

I saw Gail sitting on the bed, her back to me facing the starboard side of the boat. She was talking to someone who was sitting on the small couch. I couldn't see him completely but I recognized the slacks I had seen Giancomo wearing this morning. Gail had a tall drink in her hand. It had a piece of orange in it, and the same drink came into view when Giancomo's hand rested beside his knee. They were talking. I was too emotionally heated to even listen to what was being said and, I felt guilty with what I was doing, sneaking around, eavesdropping, peeking. I thought I should leave, go back out and knock on the door.

Their banter caught my attention when they both laughed. I was listening now. "Did Tamara really say that?" Gail asked, still laughing. "Yes." I heard Giancomo say. "Why would she think that?" Gail asked while pressing the glass on her cheek. "I can't recall anything we said or did that would have prompted that." "Tamara should read palms and foreheads professionally. She is uncanny at sizing-up people." And while Giancomo was speaking Gail moved her left leg onto the bed. Only one leg was hanging over the side. I could see enough of her back to see she still had on her beige skirt. I wondered what Giancomo was seeing.

They continued the conversation but I noticed that they were speaking more quietly. Gail would fidget with her hair, then stop, then start. After a minute or two I could barely hear them, only able to make out an occasional word. Then Giancomo stood up. It was the first full view I had of him and for some reason it shocked me. He moved directly in front of Gail and was leaning on the bed so that he was practically between her legs. He reached out, still whispering, his hand just below her face, ready to touch her. She did not move, she was watching, maybe listening. I couldn't hear them. Then he moved one hand to her face and began to stoke her face, the other was holding her arm.

When I had first tiptoed into the bathroom I felt excitement. Now I was angry. Had Gail planned to be here with him. Had they all been making plans behind my back. Why was Gail allowing this to happen. Yesterday we were chatting about Gabriela and Giancomo and Gail had said, "He is certainly charming, but I don't see why Gabriela…," here Gail paused in thought, then added, "He is not the kind of man I am drawn to." 

Now he was touching her cheek, her hair, and then her neck. He took her hand in his free hand and continued to touch her face. Gail bent her head back a little. I could not see her face but I wondered if she had closed her eyes. Then Gail lifted her left hand and rested it on his arm, he continued to touch her face then placed his lips on her forehead. He moved his lips lightly back and forth across her forehead for minutes. Then he did the same to her eyes, her cheeks, her chin, never opening his mouth, just lightly brushing her face. Gail's head was now thrown well back, I could see her eyes were closed. Giancomo began to slowly kiss her neck, while his other hand continued to touch her face. Gail was supporting herself with her right arm behind her, head strewn back with her left hand holding the elbow of his right arm, encouraging his touching. 

My mouth was dry and I was afraid the roaring in my ears would give away my presence. I was leaning to my right, more like bent, with the whole of my face pressed to the highest louver I could see through. I was angry, I think. Giancomo had moved his mouth to Gail's lips and they started to kiss, tentatively at first. Then one of his hands went to her neck, the other to her back, holding her, pressing her to him. Gail had moved her head, first left, then right, kissing him back. He was standing between her legs, leaning against the bed. Her head was almost the same height as his. Gail moved her leg from the bed, it was now hanging over the side and allowed her to move closer to the edge. Her arms were raised both hands now flat on his shoulders, allowing them to get even closer. 

They were pressed tightly together, Gaincomo between Gail's spread legs, both with their arms wrapped around the other, kissing. Giancomo had his mouth fully over Gail's mouth. As he kissed her he moved his head slightly angling his body from side to side as if he was trying to kiss more deeply. The more they kissed the more impassioned they became. They were pressed together his hands on her back, every now and then he would press her head to his with one hand and run his other hand slowly up and down her back. He had his eyes closed, I could only see the back of Gail's head. They kissed for a very long time. 

Gaincomo stopped kissing and made space between them. His hands went to her breasts while they looked at one another. His right hand touched one breast, then with his left the other, then in unison they leaned into one another and started kissing again. His movements increased , first touching Gail's breast then her back and, even the back of her arms. In a sudden flash of movement Gail leaned back crossed her arms in front of her and lifted her shirt from the waist. Just like that she was topless and as quickly Giancomo was back kissing her and touching her breast, he standing between her legs, both totally engrossed in kissing.
 When he lowered his head to her breast she simply wrapped her arms around his head and threw her head back giving up to the feeling. I was getting sore from leaning to my right, I moved almost to the middle of the door, not thinking, or caring, that I may be seen.

Gail was still facing away from me. Only when her head was back could I notice that her eyes were closed. Giancomo hands were moving now. He looked down between them, I think moving her panties aside as he started to touch her there. Though I couldn't see what he was doing my imagination ran rampant. I had been hard earlier, even touched myself, but I now I was more angry then turned on. 

His right hand was between them and he was looking down. Then his shoulder started to move and Gail leaned her head forward looking down for a moment then leaned back again. When I saw his arm moving rapidly I imagined that he was rubbing his cock on her. He was looking down. When she looked down again he moved to kiss her and Gail wrapped her right arm around his head hungrily accepting his kiss. She broke the kiss, leaned back again and breathed a heavy "Ohhhh." It sounded like she was going to come but Giancomo stopped.

"Gail," I heard him say. "Move on the bed." And he beckoned her onto the bed. Gail moved onto the bed without saying a word and lay on her back. Her skirt moved enough to cover her. Giancomo climbed on the bed and lay beside her raised on his left arm. He was naked from the waist down. He touched Gail's nipples for a few moments then put his head to her breast. Gail lay her hand on his head and his right hand moved down her belly and under her skirt. He touched her that way for a long time. His hand was partly covered, I could only guess. Gail was moving slightly, barely perceptible, but humping his hand. When she would raise her head to look at him her eyes were lust filled, far away, she was ready to come. Gail looked down at one point and moved her left hand to reach for his cock. He raised his head from her breast and moved himself away from her. "Just let me know you. Enjoy me", He said.
Gail lay back a slight smile on her lips. He continued touching her and sucking from breast to breast, occasionally kissing her in an open mouth kiss that was wet and probing, and Gail kissed back. I couldn't see if he was pressing his cock against her, from the very beginning her legs were between him and my view.

Giancomo released her breast, kissing his way down her belly then lifted her skirt and planted his mouth on her upper thigh. He kept one hand on her breast tweaking her nipple. She was still partly covered by her skirt. He slide down the bed and placed himself over her legs and his mouth over her pussy. The effect on Gail was electric. She moaned, humping her groin to his mouth. I was sure she was ready to flood him now. I knew the sounds. He kept her legs closed, between his arms. I could now see Gail was naked under her skirt but Gaincomo covered her nakedness with his head. He opened his mouth and took as much of her as he could into his mouth. Gail moaned again. "Turn over", Giancomo said as he raised his head. Gail rolled into the center of the bed, face down. He immediately lifted her skirt to her waist and her magnificent bare behind was before him. I got excited, I wanted to touch myself again, I was breathing as heavily as she was. Giancomo planted his face on the center of her behind and started to kiss and fondle her cheeks. He would spread the cheek and kiss inside. He kissed and licked the fold at the bottom of her behind. His left hand was between her legs and he may have had his fingers in her but, I was not certain. Gail started to moan, "Ohhh, do it, Ohhhh", and she started to move in what I recognized as her being ready to come.

Giancomo lifted his head and Gail sighed. "Love…", Giancomo said, "…raise up on your knees. Gail obediently raised up into a doggy position. "Rest you head on the pillow," he said, as he placed his hand on her shoulder gently pushing her down. Now her behind was in the air, her head resting on the pillow. She had her hands under her touching her breasts, and I could see her very wet and inviting pussy. "You are just too beautiful," Giancomo said as he inched back to look at her. He raised up on his knees to get closer to her and I was shocked. For the first time I could see his cock. It was hard, standing straight out and could not have been more then two or three inches long.

I almost coughed at the surprise. Then I smiled, the macho in me. He moved close to her behind and began kissing her. He devoured her, kissing and sucking her cheeks, inside and out, her pussy, putting fingers in her, bending under her and twisting his head so that he could engulf the whole of her pussy. Gail just simply went wild. I know I had never loved her with my mouth in such a complete way and with so much abandon. Gail moaned and groaned, even strained from time to time to turn around and look at him. Then she started building to her orgasm and he stopped again. He reached for a pillow and placed it behind him.

Giancomo, facing Gail, her rear still in the air, then slide his legs between hers legs and under her until his cock was just under her pussy. "Love, lie down on me now," Giancomo said. Gail obeyed. Her legs were spread on both side of him. Her pussy and behind splayed open for his view, he on his back, she face down. With the pillow supporting his head he first viewed the beautiful behind before him and then he started touching her again. Soon he had two finger from his left hand inserted in her pussy while he squeezed and touched her behind. Then he reached for his cock and humping up toward Gail he started to rub it against her pussy. First slowly, then very fast, then again slow. His fingers were in and out of her, first two then three. Just moving inside her. After five minutes Gail started to moan, as her orgasm built. "Ahhh, Ohhh yes, I'm coming." And Gail bucked and shook twisting her head into the pillow as her pussy became soaked with her orgasm. 

Giancomo slowed but did not stop. Sure I thought, he wants to come now. He still didn't try to put his cock in Gail. But he kept rubbing. He was spreading her come all over her behind. He put two fingers in her and kept them still. He rubbed his cock mostly on her slit but from time to time he would move it across her clit. This lasted at least ten minutes. At first Gail just lay there then she started moving again. Giancomo was rubbing in earnest now and Gail seemed to have her clit pressed to him. His fingers probed her pussy first two then three, moving from side to side, like he was feeling her insides. As Gail got close to coming again she moaned, "Ohhh yes, do it, I'm coming again." Giancomo said "Go slowly, Love, ." and he slowed his rubbing. He did not prolong Gail's orgasm for long. Minutes later Gail started moaning again and asking him to "…do it", like she had asked me so many times. Gail start writhing and sighing, Giancomo was rubbing his cock against her at a frantic pace, he pulled his fingers from her pussy and took one finger and pressed it to her behind hole. She moaned, he pressed harder, Gail said "Ohhh..do it to me" and his finger slide into her behind, Gail shrieked a long "Aghhhh and started to shake with an orgasm that went on and on.

They both lay there in the same position. He was gently rubbing the cheeks of her behind. Five minutes went by. He then slide from beneath her and again placed his mouth on her behind and started loving her there, kissing, it looked to me more like worshipping her. Not a word was spoken. Gail finally moved and when she turned around to him she immediately placed her mouth on his and kissed him with a passion she had never shared with me. Her face looked beautiful. For a part of the kiss she looked at him. I felt terrible. I had not come. Actually I did not know if Giancomo came either. 

I started to shake. I didn't know what it was or why, but I had to get out of the room. I slowly backed my way into the bathroom then stepped into the other cabin and quietly, steadily slide the door shut. I did not bother to click the latch. I hesitated a moment then opened the door into the hallway. Thankfully no one was there. I made my way up the stairwell and wondered what I would say to anyone I ran into. I know I looked shaken. As fortune would have it the living room was empty and I simply went to the aft deck and walked down the gangplank.

I walked in circles from quay to quay. It was only 14:30 and we were due back at 16:00. I imagined them still in bed cooing with one another. I was so angry with Gail's duplicity. Her words rang in my head; "… this vacation to be about us, no Peter's, no girls ravishing you." Maybe I should try to get together with Francoise. I had her number with me. I had actually called her two months ago, my only secret lover in all our years of marriage. 

As I walked along an adjacent quay I noticed Giancomo's Citroen pass by heading toward the boat. I watched from a distance and Gabriela got out and walked to toward the gangplank carrying a wide red shopping bag. I started making my way back. It was 15:45. 




Gail Sails With Gia



I walked up the gangplank. Giancocmo and Gabriela were in the living area. He was seated with a drink beside him and she was standing showing him a beautiful dark green blouse that had gold colored embroidery across the front. She has taste I thought. "Hello Rian.", Giancomo said, smiling broadly. "Did you like the Splendido?" "Lovely place, isn't it ." I replied. I didn't feel any anger toward him and I wondered why. Gabriela spoke up. "It's my favorite hotel. You will love it and I promise you will both over-eat." "You know," Giancomo said. "Gail and I went to look for you at the Splendido." "You did?, I questioned. "I was there." "Yes I know. I arrived a minute behind her, she with Gabriela's car and I with my car. I finished my meeting twenty minutes after it started. I thought I'd spend the time with you but you had left. While there I introduced Gail to the manager whom I have known for quite a while." That was kind, thank you. I responded. "I'm afraid everyone we meet through you treats us… well like we were special. I hope we don't disappoint someone." Gabriela looked at me and smiled. Giancomo leaned forward. "You are special, to us," he said, "very special." I chuckled, "Oh I did not mean it that way, I mean financially, we can't afford to be extravagant.." Giancomo was looking directly at me, smiling. Gabriela took the two or three steps that distanced us and stood beside me. She touched my arm smiling and said, "You know Rian, you are a lovely man." I flushed, I didn't know what prompted her to say that but I could feel my face getting red. Giancomo, still smiling added, "I agree with her, rilasciare Rian, take advantage of opportunities, they are rare." Gabriela translated, "That's relax in Italian" She said smiling, with her hand still on my arm. We exchanged a few more pleasantries then I started toward our room to get ready for the afternoon cocktail party.

I knocked when I entered. I don't know why. Gail called out. "Ri?" "I'm back," I responded, trying to sound cheerful, as I passed the bed and saw her standing in the bathroom.. She was wearing white cotton underpants and a cotton T-shirt that I know she bought in the children's department at Benetton's in Santiago. Leaning over fussing with her eyebrows she said, "I went looking for you." She looked so beautiful, her sexy behind, her legs stretched on tip toe. I stood admiring her without answering. She stopped and turned to me. I must have had a strange look on my face. "Are you alright?, she asked smiling quizzically. "I'm fine," I said. "Yes, Gaincomo told me you went to the Splendido. I was only there a short while. What happened to Gabriela?".

Gail turned back to her mirror, then replied. "When we arrived at her friend's home we were told she was in the hospital. Gabriela wanted to visit her. I declined to go with her I didn't feel comfortable. She understood. The car was still there so I suggested I catch up with you. When I saw Giancomo I was surprised. He was there for you as well. We both missed you." 

"Sorry I missed you. You would have enjoyed, I saw the San Nicolo Church," I lied. I remembered the name from a sign.. "How about you, did you get to see something.?"
"We stopped at a little café and had Cappuccino," Gail said, "…watched the people walking toward the beach. It looks like they only let attractive people in this town." "Was it hot and sweaty," I asked. "Not at all," Gail replied, "You were out there, wasn't it perfect? What do you want to wear? I'll make sure it doesn't have to be pressed." 

I stripped to my underwear and lay down on the bed. I watched Gail walk into the closet and look over my clothes. Then she sat on the bed beside me. She rested her hand on my thigh. "What do you think?" she said, gesturing toward the room, our surroundings, "about this." "Sumptuous, easy to get carried away." I replied, " But, to be honest, I love it. Mostly I love Tamara. We should call her tonight.." "Yes we should," Gail said while nodding. "Gabriela thinks you are terrific. Her word was sexy. I think she has the hots for you." "Well you should know I have the hots for her too, I think any man would. She's so sexy… no no, sensual, and she exudes class." "You really like her don't you?" Gail said with a glint in her eye. "Yes", and then I told her what happened earlier upstairs. Gail looked a little surprised. "She said that and he agreed?" "Yes." "If she came on to you would you…?" "Yes", I said before she could finish. "Ri," Gail said reproachfully. "Don't get any ideas. You may like it when I show myself off or play little games but I don't like it when you do." I started to say something then choked it back. Instead I pulled my under shorts to the side and exposed myself. "Is this game OK, I asked?". She reached for my cock and it grew in her hand. I hated myself. If only I could get angry with her, or exhibit some resistance. She smiled looking me in the eye, so assured, so certain, of me at least..

"Wonder what tonight will be like", she said. "Wild, orgy", I replied. "Oh no. I doubt they are that kind," Gail said. "Would you join in if they were?" I asked. "Ri", she responded reproachfully. "Why do you ask that." I should have simply said that after the way he ate your pussy, I can imagine that's next. But what I said was, "I'm sorry, rude of me. He has been courteous. I'm just speculating now, just speculating. If the party got wild would you join in.?" "No" she replied, meaning it. "And you, would you?" "Hmm", I sounded, "yes, I probably would." Gail let go of my very erect cock and went to the bathroom to continue her primping.

We got ready to go upstairs to the party. Gail looked ravishing. Her rendezvous during the afternoon seemed to have had an influence. She wore the dress I called her ice skating dress. Dark green and beige silk that showed her breasts, her whole body beautifully. It was loose and flowing on the bottom, tight on top. Her long tan legs striking in simple open flat shoes that had a colorful ceramic cluster on the front. It was one she knew I didn't like, it was short and she looked like a soft sexy cloud impossible to squeeze.. "You look nice", she said. "You too, even more then usual. I hope it's for me" She replied, "Of course it's… you are in a strange mood tonight." "I've no reason to be, I think", I answered. "That's what I mean", Gail said. "What's the I think for?" " Don't mind me", I said. "I'm in my sensing mode. Remember I once proved to you that I sense things that affect us. Well I'm in my sensing mood tonight." "Oh Ri, please, lets have a fun night. There is nothing to sense." "If you say so my love", I emphasized 'my love', smiling when I said it. Gail looked at me suspiciously, but just for a moment. The party, and maybe more, was a greater magnet at the moment.
 A crowd of people were on board. They looked pretty young. The crew had been out all afternoon arranging for the food and drinks and the display was overwhelming. Mauricio immediately headed our way and asked us what drinks he could get for us. We ordered Kir Royale's. 

We took our drinks then mingled. Gabriela noticed us and brought over a girlfriend she had known from childhood. She was a stout girl, about our age, an English teacher, with the most lovely face encased in rich brown hair and the largest mirth filled brown eyes I have ever seen. On and off during the evening we talked with Katarina, not knowing then that we would spend so much time with her when we returned.

I noticed the Captain passing and asked him if I could make a telephone call. When he showed me the setup in 

Giancomo came on deck about an hour later. He attracted the attention as usual. I watched Gail. He talked with everyone along the way but it was obvious he was heading in our direction. Sure enough he came beside us and this time he kissed Gail's hand. "You look lovely tonight Gail." He said to her, but looked at me smiling. She responded. "Thank you Gia, both you men look very handsome, as well". Gabriela joined us as Giancomo responded. "It's because we are proud to have the loveliest girls in the room." It's true I thought. She had called him "Gia," and I looked at her. I think she sensed the moment.

There were small groups clustered in every corner of the living area and rear deck and the sun deck above. A round metal disc of about 3 meters in diameter served as a dance platform, and a four piece combo playing Italian popular music, alternated with music by disc. The setting was very romantic and as Gail and I were dancing we both simultaneously thought of, and mentioned Tamara. I was looking for a way to talk to Gail about the afternoon but didn't find the right opportunity.

A young couple dancing at the same time as we were ended up at the champagne table beside us and we started talking. Franco was Italian and his fiancé, as he introduced her, was a German girl, Crystal. We talked for quite some time. At one point Gabriela asked me to dance with her and Franco came to the dance floor some minutes later with Gail. 

The party went on and on it was about 21:00 hours. More people came, some left. A man of about fifty, who seemed to be a good friend of Giancomo, was with a tall very beautiful blue eyed girl with very short hair. She looked no older then fifteen. I later learned that she was a popular Dutch model. He invited a group to go to a club in town, and Giancomo opted to go with them. Gabriela asked me if I would like to go. "I'll find Gail and ask her," I said. Gabriela replied, "I asked Gail, she prefers to stay." "Oh." I was surprised, "Then I guess I'll stay too." Gabriela looked at me smiling. "She'll be in good hands here, if you would really like to come?" I felt a tingle, she really wanted me to go. "Thanks, but I think I'll stay." Gabriela stood a moment, then she touched my face and was off.

I found Gail on the upper deck with Franco and Crystal. Another three chairs were pushed close making a circle, and they were talking. It was cool up here. I stood in the shadow of the stairwell. The bright deck light had been turned off and just the quay lights were lighting the deck. Most of the party seemed to have retired to the sun deck.. Some were in lounge chairs, kissing, almost all were a couple in a chair together, mostly in groups of two or three chairs, talking and drinking. I was still standing in the shadow when a waiter came out of the kitchen stairwell offering coffee. Gail accepted a cup and I groaned thinking this was going to be a long night. Franco was in one of the large wicker chairs, Crystal was sitting on his lap and Gail, the only girl alone, was sitting on the arm of the same chair. They were facing the sea. Opposite them was a man form Greece, that I had met earlier, his name was Augustino and he was sitting alone. I had seen his wife going with the crowd that left for the club. They were all to my left and had not yet seen me. Four or five meters beyond Gail a woman was sitting in a man's lap, moving up and down. The chairs opposite Gail and Franco were facing the city lights. In the faint glow I could see the back of the girl sitting in the mans lap and his arm under her skirt. She was leaning back on his shoulder while he was conversing with the others. Something was said and they all laughed. Gail joined the laughter turning to look at Franco. "I'm serious," Franco said, speaking to Augustino."No one is odd here," speaking English with his charming British Italian accent. "Fine then," said the Greek man, and he put out his arms in invitation.
"Crystal got up from Franco's lap and walked across to Augustino, then slowly positioned herself in his lap.
Franco seemed to straighten himself for a moment, it looked like he was buckling his pants, then he placed his arms in his lap. Moments later he gently touched Gail's arm then patted his lap. "Come Gail, sit where it is comfortable." Gail didn't say anything. She stood and reached across Franco to place her coffee cup on the small table, then sat in his lap. I felt like I had swallowed a rock. I stepped back into the stairwell and went downstairs.

I took a cup of coffee and moved around the deck barley hearing the conversation around me. About fifteen minutes later Crystal came out of the stairwell with Augustino. I was standing beside the buffet table. They spoke together for a moment then he kissed her cheek and walked toward the rear deck. Crystal went to the ladies room and Augustino walked down the gangway.

When Crystal came out of the ladies room she noticed me, and walked directly toward me smiling. "Rian, where is the crowd that is always around you?" "Getting late, I guess," was my lame reply. "Gail's is sitting with us, why don't you join us upstairs." Before I could reply she was holding out her hand to lead me upstairs. "Look who I was able to tear away," Crystal announced as we stepped out of the stairwell.
Gail looked up at me smiling, without comment. I headed for the only empty chair, expecting Gail to get up and join me. As I sat down Franco said, "Crystal my dear, why don't you sit with Rian, then no one has to move." "I can do that", Crystal said, "but let me ask Rian. Maybe he prefers his wife." She had placed her hand on my shoulder, ready to sit in my lap, but she waited for my invitation. I patted my thighs, "Of course, please sit," I said, not meaning it. Gail just watched.
When Crystal lowered herself at the very last moment she swished the back of her skirt and I saw the lower end of her behind. She was a beautiful girl and I thought she and Franco made quite a pair.

Franco went back to talking to the couple closest to him. They were discussing clothing designers. Crystal whispered to me. 
"Are you friends with Giancomo, or his family?" "Friends." "We too," she said. "New friends." "We are new friends too." I added. "How long? " she asked. "Just Days," "Oh, newer then us." She responded. "How long do you know him I asked?" Two years. He owns a factory that manufactures ladies clothing. Franco used to contract with them now they are partners." "Exciting," I replied. I was trying to catch the other conversation as well. Crystal wiggled a bit and now had her hand on my thigh. I was getting hard. I tried to see if Franco was touching Gail but the arm of their chair was angled, shielding a part of them. At one point when the other gentleman was speaking Gail leaned forward and then moved her legs. They were now on either side of his shoeless legs and Franco was leaning back. Gail's movement had me imaging all sorts of things. I watched her small very brief movements and my mouth went dry. I was hard but didn't know if it was from Crystal or Gail. I threw abandon to the wind and simply placed my right hand under Crystals skirt and between her legs. She permitted me, invited me, I should say. My hand was on her upper thigh, my thumb touching her panties. I moved my thumb and hand from time to but I was not ready to play. I would have gladly fucked this beautiful girl, but not now, not like this.

We sat there for another twenty minutes. When the crew started to clean up around us we all took the hint and slowly the deck emptied. We said our goodnights on the aft deck, exchanged telephone numbers, then Gail and I went to our cabin.

Gail plopped in the small couch smiling, reaching her arms out for me. I walked over and stood beside her while undressing. She wrapped her arms around my behind hugging me. "What an evening, what a beautiful setting," she sighed. "The total day," I said in Spanish, which somehow seemed more expressive. She looked up at me still smiling, "Are you intellectualizing? That's the only time you speak Spanish to me." She was right. I smiled, "Sorry". "I'm exhausted," she said, and we both made our way to the bathroom. In minutes we were ready for bed. I noted that Gail didn't do anything extra when cleaning up and I wondered if I was exaggerating things. Gail walked to the door separating the bathrooms and slid it open. My heart started racing.
"There are people in the next cabin," she said.
"How do you know," I asked. "Gabriela and Gia told me," she replied. "The man with the Dutch model." "Oh!" I umphed. "That girl can't be more then sixteen. She is gorgeous."
Gail answered. "She is nineteen, I didn't think anyone in the world had smaller breasts than mine." 
"Are you fishing…? I asked, we were in bed by now and she touched my arm. "No Ri. I know you love me flaws and all."
"Giancomo said it", I responded. "The two most beautiful girls." Then I added, "When did you start calling him Gia?" 
She paused, "He asked me to." "When?" A long pause. "When we were driving back today," Gail said, then continued. "Do you think Gabriela is beautiful?" "Very." I honestly answered. "Me to. She has a poise that adds to her beauty. I wish I had that." Then Gail added, "I think you turn her on Ri." I ignored the last part.
 "What do you think of Giancomo?" I purposely did not say Gia. "He is the most mannered man I have ever known." "Still not your type?" "He's a charmer. It's easy to feel comfortable with him." "That's not an answer." I reached for Gail's arm while waiting for an answer. "It's strange. I think it might have something to do with his stature. He's not challenging anyone. He can say or do things another man would not get away with. But he is still not my type." I thought to myself, what you would do if he were your type, 'leave me'. Gail asked me, "Why are you asking." "I'm sensing again…", then I chuckled, "you seem to succumb to the sea and yachts and parties."
"Sensing… like what? Like sitting upstairs? She asked. "Not that, but yes that too," I replied honestly. "I think that Franco was trying to fuck you." I don't know why that slipped out so bluntly or why I said trying. 
"He was," Gail simply replied. "Like Crystal was doing to you. I saw her raise her skirt when she sat on you." "Well we did not," I said defensively, noting she changed the direction of our talk. "Did you have your cock out Ri?, she asked. "No. I only had my hand on her thigh. I didn't even touch her… there." "Really", Gail said, she sounded relieved. How very ridiculous I thought. Then Gail added. "She had just finished fucking the Greek man Augustino." "What," I said loudly, innocently. "Where was he?" "He left just before you arrived." "Did Franco know?" "Yes," she replied. "What did she do. Fuck him, then came back and announce it?" "No. She sat on him, in the same chair, like she did with you." "In front of everyone?" I asked. "How do you know she fucked him?" "You could tell," Gail whispered. We had both had a lot to drink and we were tired. But, I had some momentum, so I continued. "Well I'll be…" I acted like I knew nothing. "Were other people doing that." "I think half the couples up there were making love." She replied.

Gail the ultimate romantic calls it "..making love." "How do I miss these things?", I asked, mostly of myself. I continued. "Did knowing that was going on turn you on? "Kind of, …" she paused. "Yes, crazy, I know." She replied honestly. That was Gail's winning way. Shatteringly honest, sometimes. Always very reserved because she was shy. It fooled you, made you think she was innocent. Only I knew better, I thought. "Oow.," I exclaimed, "I would have wet myself knowing." I said, then continued. "How did we wind up with them, Franco and Crystal?" I asked.
"He started asking a lot of questions when he heard we live in South America." "Questions about what?" I inquired. "Franco is opening a ski fashion boutique in Bariloche next year. He was full of questions." "Yes, Crystal told me he was partners with Giancomo." "I didn't know," Gail said. I thought to myself, would she have been more careful knowing they were friends.

"You didn't say Gail, or maybe I didn't ask. Was Franco making love to you in the chair?" I worked to be certain my tone did not show anger, I touched her arm hoping to convey that I was relaxed. There was a long silence. "Yes," was all she said. My heart quickened. "I was sitting there. How did he do that?, I asked. Gail answered almost in a whisper. "When his wife moved to sit with the Greek fellow he unbuckled his pants and moved them down… quite a bit," she added. He didn't have underwear on Ri, I saw his cock." "Did the others see", I asked. "I think it was hard to see, I don't know" she said. " He asked me to sit on his lap and I did. Little by little over the next few minutes he pulled my skirt out from under me. I could feel his cock against my thigh. At one point he leaned forward to pull off his shoes and when he sat back I felt his cock pushing my panties into me." "Did you take your panties off? My voice was getting husky. "No, I adjusted them a little." I could barely hear her.




Gail Sails With Gia



"Was he… did he put it inside you? After some silence, "Yes" 
I waited a while for my heart to quiet. "Did you enjoy it?," was all I could think of saying. She responded, still whispering, "It was exciting, mostly crazy I guess. I didn't want the others to know but I also didn't care. It was wild… and, He was so hard. Ri, He was like a warm steel pipe. And then, when you came up it was absolutely intense, I lost it." How?" I asked. She replied spontaneously, quietly, "I was… it was obsessive, seeing you sitting in front of me Ri. I started to pulse inside, I'm sure he could feel it. Knowing his cock was in me while you were right there, I almost came the instant I first saw you. What stopped me was seeing Crystal holding your hand. After a while he started throbbing. I could feel it. He kind of touched me pushing me forward. When I did lean forward he lay back a little and then he started to come in me." Gail moved to her left side and reached her hand to touch me. She went straight to my cock. I was rock hard, and very turned on. "You want me now, Ri? Instead of an answer I asked, "When I came upstairs was he already in you?" "Yes," she whispered, gently jerking my cock.
"Did you come?" I asked. Again a long quiet. "It was strange. I shook for fifteen minutes. I trembled, it was like coming but it … it wasn't. I think it was better, it was so different." "Why", I asked. "The excitement of being public, was he big… my being there, why? " "He was average, but you know Ri…" she stopped to remember, "He was a little thick, very crooked, shaped like a 'u' pointing downward. I was surprised when I saw him. I had to take him all in me because of how I was sitting. It was uncomfortable at first. When he was inside me his cock was touching me in the front, under my belly. Every little move he made was electric, and it built up, tiny moves that no one could see. I started to shake, Ri." 
Gail was rubbing me in earnest and when she thought I was going to come she started to move to love me with her mouth. I stopped her. I wanted her to talk. "So you actually didn't come?" I said. Gail whispered, "Yes. No. I didn't come but it was as good, or better. I almost fainted from the feeling, just about when you arrived. Earlier in the evening he boasted that he regularly chewed Viagra. He was so hard Ri…really hard, it felt good." I was too excited for her to touch me. I took her hand from my cock. "Lay on top of me baby," I said. Gail lay on top of me and I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy. She reached her hand behind her and slowly guided me in. She took me completely and rested her head on my shoulder. I rubbed the cheeks of her behind. "It's uncanny. Isn't it?" I said, "How sensitive I am to you. I knew there was something." "Yes", she whispered, her lips on my cheek. I moved a little inside of her. She was very wet. "There's something else, isn't there love?"
 "Should I say every detail I remember?" she asked.
"Is there more?, I asked. She didn't answer. You said his holiday would be "…our time." "Tell me if I am wrong. Is there more?" "Yes," she whispered into my face. "Since we're here?, I asked. "Yes, on the boat," she said. I felt elated, I started to move in her. While I was moving I asked, "Will you tell me?" "Yes Ri" she whispered again. "With whom?" I asked. "Mauricio," she replied. My shock startled her, "Mauricio, the…," I stopped myself and added, "… the kid?" She answered defensively. "It just happened. He came in, I wasn't wearing anything, and I let him see me." "With no underwear" I asked. "Yes" she said, barley audible. "I just finished shaving. I oiled myself and then started painting my toenails. He had already seen me when he opened the door so I just didn't move." "Why didn't you tell me the first time?" I was relieved she hadn't done more with the boy. "It was harmless, I didn't want to make a big deal…" she whispered. "It's upsetting you," she said as she felt me softening. "No, I'm not upset. I'm uneasy thinking we may be fodder for…" I didn't finish. We lay quiet for a moment then I said, "My senses are driving me, I guess." Gail just lay still, we were both too tired to go on. I moved her from on top of me and she turned her back and spooned close, and we slept.

When we went on deck the next morning the boat was nearing Monaco. We were mostly finished with breakfast when the teenage model came into the dining area. You could not tell she had been up most of the night. She wore running shorts and an armless t-shirt and barely any makeup. I marveled at how beautiful she looked. Though she was talking with Gail, at one point I was involved and, trying to be respectful I referred to her date as her fiancé. She touched my arm and said, "He isn't my fiancé. He isn't even…" she stopped herself, "He likes boys, young boys." "Oh, I'm sorry" was all I could think of saying. She smiled at me and her eyes twinkled. At that moment Gabriela came out and joined us. The boat was entering the harbor when Giancomo joined us. We thanked him for the invitation. He and Gabriela said they would stay in touch with us. There was an exchange of telephone numbers, we expressed our appreciation, Giancomo said we must do it again. As far as I could tell there were no secret exchanges between he and Gail. 

Mauricio carried our luggage to the waiting car. The goodbyes had been cheerful with assurances we would see each other again soon. Giancomo gave Gail and I each a present. I received a beautiful pen with Gabbiano Blanco engraved upon it. Gail, the beautiful green blouse that I had seen Gabriela showing Giancomo. As the car whisked us away from the quay, we both took a long look at the boat. Quite an experience I thought, and I sighed wistfully. I wanted for all the world to offer Gail a penny for her thoughts.