0 comments/ 177083 views/ 4 favorites Sailing With Friends By: Coltrane Since getting the Trane Station going I haven’t had much time off and away from business. Not that that is particularly bad, I enjoy the place, but getting away sometimes is good too. I suppose that’s why I kind of jumped at Page and Jeff’s invitation to go sailing with them. Those in Memphis who sail are a rather small, tight group. Their boats are usually harbored on McKellar Lake. Some of them sail out onto the Mississippi River for trips north or south almost yearround. I’ve known a few of these people and like most of them. They’re not the snobs most people assume them to be. My sailing expertise is simple: I do what someone tells me to do. But nevertheless I love being out on the water gliding along silently, slicing through water and air driven only by the wind. So it was a beautiful sunny summer Memphis day and I was on the river sailing and relaxing with Page and Jeff. I did my best to stay out of their way and help whenever they asked. They worked together well on the boat, each knowing the other very well, anticipating each other as a team of two. I have known the two of them for as long as I have been in Memphis, even before the Trane Station came to be. Jeff is a good bit older than Page, nearing an early retirement from Federal Express, I think. Theirs is a second marriage for Jeff. Page works in the city in an accounting firm downtown. They’re both active people, doing many things outside, so the three of us have quite a bit in common. They come by the bar several times a week and we always talk and catch up on what’s happening. Page is an interesting woman, attractive, vibrant. Her short black hair is becoming, I think. Her dark eyes alert and full of fun. She talks a lot with her hands, in fact, she talks a lot period, but it’s always fun and she’s always laughing about something. I’ve always found her attractive and quite sensual, I admitted to myself long ago. Jeff is an interesting guy, good sense of humor, a person who like to have fun. I can see how they came to be a pair. His passion is the boat we were sailing on. He reads sailing, talks sailing, breathes sailing. His retirement is going to put them on some coast, living for the sea. We had pulled the sail down and were adrift in the middle of river somewhere off the coasts of Mississippi and Arkansas. Page was up lying on the front of the boat, sunning I thought, maybe napping. She was on her stomach, the back of her top undone for the sun. Her cut-off jeans were off, her bikini bottom creeping up. Page has a nice ass, I told myself for about the zillionth time. “She is pretty, isn’t she?” Jeff said, watching me looking at Page. He and I were in the back of the boat with two of the beers I had brought aboard. “I didn’t mean to stare,” I started. But before I could finished he began waving his hands and smiling. “No problem, Trane,” he smiled and chuckled, “No problem at all.” We sat there not saying anything for quite a time. The sun was warm and I’d shed the tank top I’d worn. Jeff had done the same. “Trane,” Jeff began, “Can I ask you something?” “Sure,” I told him reaching for both of us another beer. “Do you find Page attractive?” he asked. “Of course,” I didn’t hesitate, “I always have. You’re a lucky guy.” “She finds you attractive too,” he said not looking at me. Suddenly I sensed this was going somewhere, to a point. “Why would you say that?” I asked. “Because she and I have talked about it, talked about you,” he said simply. The pause while he cleaned his sunglasses hung between us heavily. “Are you curious about what we talked about?” he asked finally with his eyes hidden behind the dark lenses. “Of course,” I answered honestly, “But some conversations deserve privacy.” “Oh, she wouldn’t mind me telling you,” he responded, “In fact, we’ve talked about that too, me talking to you, I mean. To be honest, she and I agreed that I’d talk to you today.” “Talk to me about what, Jeff?” I asked. “About joining us in bed,” he answered simply, “about you making love with Page while I’m there. About you and me making love to her. She would like that, Trane, and I would too. Think you’d be interested?” Of course, I told Jeff I would be interested but I didn’t say more or ask more. The subject was dropped and we fell back into a comfortable silence on the river. There aren’t many things more beautiful than a sunset on the Mississippi River. The sun was falling slowly into Arkansas lighting the sky with streaks of orange and red. Jeff had guided our boat further south and dropped anchor in a wide bend in the river. We were out of the shipping lanes, at no risk of being run over by a barge. Page had roused from her nap an hour ago and come back to sit with us, drinking beer, laughing, simply enjoying the day and the company. We finally set the beer aside and passed around some boiled shrimp from the cooler for a light dinner. The sun dropped further taking the daylight away with it into the west. Jeff had a small lantern on the deck, otherwise there was only the rising moon and a smattering of stars. The only sounds were the river on the side of the boat. We all sat apart, leaning on the sides of the boat, each of us in our own place and thoughts. It was Page who spoke. “Trane,” she said. I looked at her and saw her smile. “Trane,” she said again, “May I kiss you?” I only smiled a reply. She moved across the boat to me, kneeling between my bent legs where I sat leaning on the side of the boat. Her smile matched mine, her eyes twinkling in the lantern’s light. Neither of us spoke as she leaned to me and kissed me. My hands came to the sides of her face and I held her as she searched for my tongue with hers. The soft touch of her lips thrilled me, the taste of her tongue made me want more. I sensed him, not seeing him, but it was Jeff behind Page who loosened the clasp of her bikini top. I moved my hands down from her face, over her neck, down the front of her chest to her breasts. Jeff’s hands were there too, cupping her breasts. I moved mine over her nipples feeling them hard and needful. Page broke the kiss and leaned back against Jeff. They both sat there in front of me, looking at me, Jeff cupping Page’s breasts, showing them to me, offering them to me it almost seemed. Jeff moved to kiss her neck and I leaned forward to run my tongue over her nipples. Her nipples grew harder immediately. A gentle moan escaped from her lips as I worked harder to please her, to draw out the feelings she wanted and deserved. Jeff was kissing the side of her face, her ear. I took her breasts in my hands and firmly but gently tugged and pulled at her nipples. I licked and sucked each in turn. Page leaned back hard on Jeff pushing him back so her legs could come out from under her. I watched as she began to ease her bikini bottoms down her legs. The dark triangle had glistening drops of wetness at its point. In a moment the suit was gone and she was naked, still looking me, still asking me some question, wondering about something only I could answer. Jeff’s hands returned to her breasts as I moved between her legs. I kissed her stomach, letting the tip of my tongue linger in her navel before I moved downward. I kissed the insides of her thighs and moved slowly to her pussy. I wanted to be slow and good, making it special for her. The tip of my tongue touched her first low, almost as low as her ass, then moved upward slowly, gently spreading her wet, thick lips, upward to the heavy hood covering her clit. Page gasped as I pushed my tongue inside her. Her hips pushed up to me, to receive me. I saw Jeff stand from behind Page and push down his trunks. His cock was hard and ready for Page. They moved together as the team they were. She had him in her mouth quickly. I watched her tongue run up the underside of his cock as I slide one finger inside her slowly. I took her clit then and began to suck it, rolling my tongue around it. Page’s moans were muffled now by Jeff’s cock but her hips told me what she was saying. Her hips fucked up to encourage me, to speed me along. I love to have a woman’s pussy right in my face, to be able to see it, touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Page was soaking wet from a combination of her excitement and my saliva. The wetness was running down her crack to the deck of the boat. I gathered some of the wetness with my finger and spread it in circles over her puckered tight anus. With one move I pushed a finger from my other hand smoothly past the tight muscle into her ass. Page gasped again, louder, and pulled her mouth from Jeff’s cock to look down at me between her legs. Our eyes met and I could see her pleasure. Good, I thought, good. As she watched me, as she stroked Jeff’s cock slowly, I pulled away from her. I kneeled back on my feet, moving my hands from her too, reaching up to wipe her juices from my face. Her eyes closed for a moment, collecting herself, I thought. I reached to her chest and spread the moisture, her moisture, from my hands over her breasts, her nipples. She watched me massage her breasts, her legs still spread wide, her thick, wet pussy shining in the night’s dimness. I stopped and stood. She watched closely as I unfastened my shorts and let them drop. My cock was hard, its tip wet with clear liquid. Page’s eyes left mine and fixed on my cock. I saw Jeff gently lift her shoulders, suggesting something he knew to be on her mind. She rose from her back and came to me on all fours. Her tongue circled the tip of my cock for only a moment before she stretched her mouth around me taking most of its head inside. Her right hand came up to hold the shaft and she swirled her tongue around me inside her mouth. Jeff entered her from behind in one stroke it seemed. I watched him grip her hips and begin to move in and out of her. Her breath quickened, her mouth moving on me with Jeff’s rhythm. Page looked up as best she could searching for my eyes, my cock in her mouth, Jeff in her pussy, and she was smiling to me with those dark eyes. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her head and face as she did wonderful things to me. But she wanted more, something different, almost as if she wanted to cram all her fantasies into one night, one act. She pulled her mouth from me, still hold me, stroking me, and she moved from Jeff, pulling her pussy from him. “Please get on your back for me,” she almost whispered to me. I didn’t argue, after all, it was her night. I lay on my back and she straddled me. She leaned forward to kiss me running her very wet pussy up and down the underside of my cock as she did. Our tongue fought for control of our mouths and she spread her wetness on my cock, its warmth running down into my pubic hair. She broke the kiss and raised herself. She took for cock and positioned it, using the tip to spread her lips, before settling down on me. Her eyes closed as I slide inside her. Jeff was kneeling somewhere behind her, watching, I knew. Page took all of me and leaned to me again, this time to let me take her nipples in my mouth. She ground her pubic bone down onto mine, fucking me, fucking herself with my cock. “I want to kiss you,” I heard her moan. I released her nipples and she came to me, her lips insistent, strong. I felt Jeff behind her as he straddled my thighs. I wondered if he would before I felt her stiffen and then relax. My cock inside her felt him enter her, enter her ass. Her kiss became almost desperate as she and I both felt Jeff push his cock deeper in her ass. My cock knew when he was completely inside her, I could feel him. Page began to buck between us, trying to fuck us both. She bounced up and down, almost out of control. "Slow down,” I whispered to her, “Enjoy.” Her mouth moved near my ear, her breath hot on my skin, her moan now loud with her so close. Somehow, by some luck, perhaps by the wish of the moon, we all began to cum. Page was first and I think it was the sheer excitement of seeing her cum, to see her lurch, almost crying, that sent both Jeff and I over the cliff. I could feel him pulsing in her ass, filling her. I followed him by only a moment, spilling myself into her pussy. Jeff leaned over onto Page’s back and I took the weight of both of them. No matter, though, it felt right that I should. Sailing With Friends I have tried to ensure all sailing references are correct, I apoagise for any I may have got wrong, had I let my husband check it you would now be reading a 3000 word story on setting a spinnaker. I am always grateful for constructive comments to improve my writing. We met James and Caroline in the check-in queue at Gatwick Airport. Like us they had arrived early hoping to avoid the throngs alas we had all been thwarted, the queue was long its tail growing longer as it snaked its way around the barriers with us getting no closer to its head. I dislike airports I hate the waiting, the queues, my humanity stripped now just a number not a person just one of ten thousand packages slowly being processed through the various cogs of the airport. I wanted to leave to get out. I became cross with myself, I shouldn't be thinking that way I knew there were many people who would swap with me right now, perhaps it was a slight of claustrophobia I didn't like being closed in. I was lucky once through this melee, we would be starting our holiday the normal pressures of life would be forgotten if only for a short but enjoyable time. John, my husband started the normal grumbling that seems to be obligatory in any airport wait. Caroline, standing in front of us turned explaining the delay being due to a fault on the baggage belt. I thanked her; soon we struck up a conversation, where are you going? Where are you staying? They had booked a last minute holiday, Caroline had lost her mother earlier in the year it had been a very distressing time and this holiday a chance to get away hopefully relax to rebuild her life. I could see the sorrow in her eyes, as we talked, my own mother had passed away no more than two years ago, I understood her pain with my own mothering instincts taking over I wanted to comfort her to wipe away the sadness deep within her turquoise eyes. We talked more steering the conversation to happier subjects; I explained we were off on a sailing holiday. John was a competent sailor; his parents had had a boat for many years and he grew up around boats and sailing. We had our own yacht but being berthed in the UK meant we could get plenty of sailing but not the warm weather to go with it. John loved sailing in rougher seas for me though I had more enjoyment in a calmer warm blue sea with the hot sun on my back a gin & tonic not far from hand. John understood and tolerated my loves so most years we would spend at least a week sailing in the Mediterranean maybe the Caribbean, This year ten days sailing around the Balearics would be our Avalon. The queue hadn't moved for about half an hour, stress levels increased and tempers were getting close to fraying however the four of us were getting on well managing to keep smiling, conversation flipping between subjects the guys had gone off on an expedition, as they had called it, and returned with coffee and pastries. We found out we were staying in the same resort, we had one night on land before picking up the boat. We agreed to meet up this evening for a drink, that's if we ever arrived! Eventually the problems were fixed and an hour and a half late we landed in Mallorca, we swapped phone numbers, having carried on our chat through the flight agreeing to meet for a drink this evening a hug and a kiss we said our goodbyes to find our respective hotels. We got to our hotel there was no point in unpacking everything, we were only here for one night, I wanted to freshen up after the journey as I went to the shower room I smiled John normally he was a hardnosed businessman someone that did not suffer fools gladly now he was a child before Christmas Day near skipping as he headed excitedly to the marina the boat being his present from Santa. I showered feeling human again I dug out my bikini there was still plenty of the day left and I intended to enjoy it. Stretching out on the balcony I reclined the lounger near flat closed my eyes feeling the heat from the sun penetrating my body. I thought of Caroline and James he seemed to be a nice guy Caroline was certainly a lovely lady, I prayed she would find peace, her closure her happiness. It would be a long road for her not always easy occasionally taking the wrong turn, long periods lost in dark tunnels, never quite sure whether you'll find your destination not knowing if there was an ending I hoped she would find her journey's end. I closed my eyes and thought of my own mother, I smiled happy memories of her floating through my mind. John returned about an hour later. "We've got a result." He said waking me from my slumber, with a big smile on his face. "We've got a free upgrade, there are some issues with a pump on our boat and the only other one they have free is six berth 44 footer." I wasn't as excited as he was, it meant more work for me, he was captain, and muggings here were classed as crew. John could sail it solo but I'm sure at times he thought his name was Nelson. He liked to bark out the orders he liked to be the captain of his own craft, however it did mean we would have more room though which is always a plus. John joined me on the balcony. I soaked up the sun as John went over some charts. The afternoon soon went I crunched the last ice cube from my cocktail and parted myself from the lounger and with John constantly reminding me we were late and telling me to hurry up we dressed to meet James and Caroline, it was going to be a lovely first night, I was looking forward to the evening an aperitif followed by a lovely meal with our new found friends then John and I ending the evening together as one in love. We arrived at the agreed bar, we were a little late and expected them to be waiting for us. Looking around, we couldn't see them, they must be running late. "No problem," I thought, "we were on holiday there was no rush." "I'll order some drinks." John offered, before I could reply, he went in search of a waiter being too impatient for the waiter to find us. Sitting down my phone buzzed a text from Caroline. 'Sorry we're running late please don't wait for us we'll be there as soon as possible.' I replied to her text asking if there was a problem but received no answer. Soon John appeared with a waiter following quickly behind, with drinks ordered he sat down next to me. "Just had a text from Caroline, they're running late and said don't wait for us." John looked at his watch, "It's still early, I'm not hungry yet, and shall we wait for them?" "Yes I want to, I'm worried about her, and I know how I felt when mum died. "Yes I know." John answered putting his arm around me. "We'll wait; they've probably got lost getting here, nothing to worry about." He smiled, a smile I had seen a thousand times a smile I found comforting a smile that said, "No need to be worried, I'm here for you." We were on our third drink by the time they had arrived, we had started to wonder whether they were coming, I wanted to send Caroline another text John said not to worry. "I Told you they would be here." John said smiling. I turned my head and could see James and Caroline walking towards us. I called "Hi guys," but got a muted answer, something wasn't right with them. John went to look for extra chairs and James followed. "What's the matter Caroline?" I asked patting the chair for her to sit down. It was easy to see she was upset her makeup disturbed from tears. "Our hotel the tour operator has messed it up," she was close to tears," we got to our supposed hotel and they had never heard of us, said we didn't have a reservation, we spoke to the holiday rep the hotel manager we even tried calling back to their offices at home none could help the hotel was fully booked we've been put in a flea ridden smelly two star hotel that should be demolished, it's horrible Susie, I hate it." I immediately put my arm around her trying to offer her some comfort. "Can they not get you in your hotel tomorrow?" I asked. "Maybe in three night's time, is the best they can do." Caroline was clearly upset, as any of us would be. "They can give us a different hotel tomorrow night followed by different one the night after that." "That's not fair I fact it's disgusting." I was getting angry for them concerned for Caroline. She didn't need this trouble; somehow we needed to help them. The guys returned and we sat there discussing the situation. James's phone rang, it was the tour operator he got up and walked away to take the call as Caroline followed him I prayed for good news. I turned to John. "This is so unfair on them, especially Caroline, they've come her to get over her mother's death and the only thing they are doing is getting more stressed." "I'm not sure what we can do. Let them move onto our balcony?" He replied. "No of course not. Stop being so flippant. We could invite them to join us on the boat? We've got an upgrade, it's plenty big enough for four we're all getting on well, we can share the work load, damn it John the poor woman is close to breaking down." "Susie we only met them twelve hours ago the only time we've spent with them is standing in a queue at the airport. We may not actually like each other and what if they're mass murderers and this is a set up?" I slapped him on his thigh, hard. "You can see the state she's in, that's not an act and if we find we don't get on we can just sail back and drop them off." "That would mean making course changes and ruining our planned route." He argued. "Sod the planned route if you think I'm going to have a good holiday knowing they are stuck here in a flea pit of a hotel then you're mistaken. Come on John it'll be fine, please." "Okay I understand that Susie, but there is something you haven't thought about. What about stripping off? We can hardly go around naked with them on board." That's true, I thought. We loved sailing but also loved to strip off and sail nude. "If that's the case we'll keep our clothes on. Look at them, it's not fair, the least we can do is offer, they'll probably say no anyway. At least then I can go with a clear conscience. Please John?" "It'll cost you a blow job." He said with a smile. "If you don't ask them then trust me legs and mouth will be closed all holiday." I always find it's better to argue with a man's brain, not his head. John was resigned "Alright you win. I do want to help them though I did need to mention the pitfalls." "Good, I'll get my lips oiled for later." I smiled at him. Caroline was back from the toilet and was speaking to James, after a couple of minutes they re-joined us Caroline was close to tears. "Any luck?" John asked. "Not Really." James replied. "We've had a chat and have decided not to continue with this debacle, they've offered us a flight home tomorrow and we're going to take it. Neither of us can take much more of this." James held Caroline tightly I made her sit down before she fell down. John turned to James and Caroline. "We've been chatting and we've come up with an idea. Why not join us on the boat, come sailing with us for a week? The boats plenty big enough and it seems we all get on well, so why not?" "We couldn't do that." Simon answered. "We don't want to ruin your holiday." I broke in. "You won't be we asked you because we wanted to, it will be fun and less work for me, we can all chip in. And if I'm honest I'm not going to enjoy it if you're not with us." I looked at both of them hoping to get their approval and ensuring them we were serious. John added to my statement. "If we don't get on after a day or so or if you guys aren't enjoying it we can bring you back and then you'll be able to stay in your original hotel. Come on why not?" Caroline looked at James; they had one of those conversations where no words are said. Caroline spoke "We'd love to join you, thank you, you guys are so kind. Only if you're sure?" "Good that's sorted." I said triumphantly. "John a bottle of Champagne please or whatever they have here." "You're certainly not paying for that, we are." James said. "If you can order it I'll phone the tour operator and tell them." James made the call and John ordered the champagne, Caroline's tears dried up her eyes lit up and I got a kiss from everyone. We spent the rest of the evening excited, talking and laughing, eating and drinking sorting out the logistics making plans. I gave Caroline a quick lesson in nautical terms; I knew many of them just weren't sure what they meant. I knew in my heart it's was going to be a good week. We eventually said our goodnights and agreed a meeting time for tomorrow and more staggered than walking back to our hotel. Back to our room I kicked off my shoes and I fell onto the bed. "John I know it's going to be a lovely holiday, they're a lovely couple. A good idea?" "Yes Susie it was." John continued. "Wasn't there something you agreed to back in the bar?" I knew what he meant but thought I would tease him "No I didn't agree to anything." I said with a laugh. Before he had a chance to look disappointed I pulled my dress up to my waist and opened my legs and mouth. "Your choice Admiral." John didn't need to ask twice he was naked in seconds his cock already hard, my mouth starting to salivate. Kneeling in front of me on the bed he leaned forward to kiss me his cock already trying to probe my pussy only my knickers preventing it doing so. Our lips touched our tongues entwined his hand on my breast playing with my nipple through my dress and bra. I put my hand out and found his hard cock I ran my fingers up and down his shaft feeling it get harder as I did. My hand grasped his balls and I gently squeezed, his back slightly arching a small moan of desire left his mouth. His hand trying to get to my breasts but my dress not allowing him full access, we stopped I lifted my shoulders and back allowing him to pull the top of my dress down exposing my breasts now covered only by my bra. With one hand he unclipped my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders, my breasts now naked for him. His mouth went for my hardened nipples, he kissed it, sucked it then a tender bite. I let out a moan my fingernails dug into his arse, again he arched his back my nipple receiving a firmer bite. I screamed both with pain and delight. My hand sought my own pussy with two fingers I caressed it through my now damp knickers. John's mouth found my other nipple giving it the same attention as the first, his hand and fingers taking over from where his mouth had been. One nipple being squeezed the other receiving gentle then firmer bites. I moaned, he knew what I liked what I wanted. Every bite I received I responded to on his arse, the pain and pleasure creating ecstasy for us both. My pussy was aching I slid my hand inside my knickers with two fingers I slowly stroked my lips a third penetrated my pussy finding the exact spot. My fingers were soaked with my juices I removed them and rubbed the juice around my breasts before returning them to my pussy. John leaving my nipples lapped my breast dry then returned his attention back to my nipples. I wanted him inside me, I didn't care my mouth, my pussy my arse my body was his to use. I pleaded to him through my moans "Fuck me, fuck me anyway you want, take me, use me make me yours." His mouth left my nipple "Turn over, I want your cunt from behind." I did as I was told, on all fours, he pulled my knickers down leaving them tangling on one leg. He positioned my arse I felt the tip of his cock on my pussy, with one push his cock slid deep within my pussy I felt his balls as they slammed into me. With his two hands holding me he started to fuck me hard each time harder than the last his cock hitting the top of my pussy My head buried in the pillow I was screaming begging him to fuck me harder, faster, tears falling from my eyes, my tits being bounced under me my body sweating with craving with lust. I wanted him to cum, to fill me, I wanted to feel his hot cum inside me, I felt his cock grow I could hear him moan he was getting close, I knew it, harder he fucked me, he let out a large moan, he screamed my name and I felt his cock explode inside me, I could feel his hot cum filling my pussy. His pounding of my pussy slowed, now he was gentle the last of his orgasm retreating, I felt his cock start to soften, gently he pulled it from my pussy I felt a cocktail of hot sperm and my own juices running from my pussy down my thigh. I turned over and lay on my back with exhaustion. John wasn't finished yet, he pushed open my legs his tongue replacing where his cock had been. I felt his tongue on my pussy, he was cleaning me, and he knew how much I loved it. He lapped away his tongue on my pussy, on my clit, I rubbed my nipples softer than his bites had been, and they were now so sensitive, as he licked my pussy I could feel I was on the edge, I wanted John to push me over that edge with his tongue. I felt it rising within me, I screamed my pussy now so sensitive every brush of his tongue sending me to a higher plain. "Yes John now, I'm cumming." My orgasm ran through me touching every part of my body, I trembled enjoying every last moment of rapture. I cried my body softened, John left my pussy moving up the bed to lay next to me, we looked into each other's eyes, he kissed me softly I could taste him, I could taste me, I could taste us both. John put his arm around me, I snuggled into him enjoying the security and love his body gave me, I wanted to be joined with him I wanted us both to be one, he held me tighter I could feel his warm breath on my back. His chest on my back. I closed my eyes and smiled knowing we were one.