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The Yachtsman

By: Grey Eagle 286



The man sat on the end of the gangway of the 50 foot yacht. He was working on one of the heavy docking lines for the yacht. He heard the sound of heels clicking on the dock. He tugged on a strand of the line; the end of the strand was tightly wrapped with tape to keep it from unraveling. He heard the heels get closer, he didn't look up. He was just starting the eye splice in the end of the rope and the start of the splice was critical in making the splice correctly. When he had all the ends of the different strands woven under the proper strands he pulled on each strand to snug it in place. He stopped and looked up to see a young woman watching him. She was dressed in a long blue print dress, it didn't fit well. She wore Navy blue pumps with low heels. Her long blonde hair was in a long pony tail. He smiled, "Howdy Ma'am, can I help you?"

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, but I need to find someone who can teach me about yachts, I am fascinated by what you are doing, you are making a loop in the end of that rope aren't you."

"Yes Ma'am. This called an 'eye splice'. It is a permanent loop in the end of this mooring line; this splice is stronger than the line. Most knots you can tie in this line weaken the line." His hands were working on the line as he spoke. He was weaving the strands through the strands of the long part of the line by passing each strand under the strand through a hole made using a wooden tool shaped like an oversized spike that tapered to a long point. He mentioned the tool was called a fid. She watched as he carefully straightened each strand so it was tight and in the proper spot.

The woman watched him work; his hands fairly flew through the weaving process until the splice was several feet long. He paused and looked up at the young woman, "I will be finished in a few minutes and then I can talk with you. I just have to taper the splice." He smiled and added, "It doesn't make it any stronger but it looks better." 

He was a ruggedly handsome man, wide strong shoulders, muscular arms and hands that skillfully snipped off a quarter of each strand he was weaving down the line. When he wove through several rows of strands then removed another part of the strands he was weaving. She could see the taper in the line. He would pause now and then and roll the splice back and forth on the dock under his shoe. Several more rows and he cut another section off the strands. Finally he cut the last part of each strand off flush with the line. He leaned over and picked up his knife and the wooden tool he used to pry the stands apart. He gathered up the strands he had cut off. He grinned at her and handed her the loop in the end of the line. He said, "There, all done. What do you think?"

She carefully examined the splice the looked up at him, "Yes, I see why it is so strong, under tension each strand clamps down on the strand under it, like a Chinese hand cuff, very clever."

He looked at her and grinned widely, "Ma'am that is exactly how it works. Sailors have been doing them like that for hundreds of years. Lines can be joined together like that too. Now tell me what you want to know about boats. And why you need to know it." 

She looked up at him, "I work for the advertising department of a real estate company, and we specialize in vacation homes. I have a lot of experience in sales, and advertising for many products. Actually I am the new head of the advertising department. I don't know much about boats, we are bidding on the marketing of a new line of yachts for vacation homes. The CEO of my company and I are invited to go out on one of the boats tomorrow with the head of the yacht company and my boss wants me to be knowledgeable about boats. I just have this afternoon to learn about them."

He shook his head and smiled at her, "Well, Ma'am, I don't know everything about boats, but I have messing with them and working on them for twenty years, so I am fairly well versed on them. What kind of boat do you need to know about?" 

"Well, I would think it best to concentrate on boats similar to those we are going to sell. I am told it is a seventy foot long trawler yacht, whatever that is. I understand it is a very large boat and is a quite luxurious and well appointed boat."

"Well Ma'am, there is a similar boat just ahead of this one. I know the owner and have the keys to the boat if you would like to look it over."

"OH yes, that would be wonderful. Please call me Phil it is short for Philomena. Philomena Carter."

He stopped and stood, looking her over. His grin gave her goose bumps. "Missy, I just can't do that, you don't look like any Phil I ever knew. May I call you Filly, you are definitely a female."

She blushed and smiled and said, "That would be fine Mr.—What do I call you?" 

He smiled, "Well, Lil' Filly, all my friends call me 'LC', It would please me greatly if you would do the same."

"OK, LC, Let me tell you what I know about boats, I know bow, stern, port and starboard. I know deck, cabin, bridge, ladder, passageway, and bulkheads and hatches, heads, galleys and salons and staterooms and that about covers it."

LC grinned, "Filly you only missed one very important place, but you didn't do bad for a landlubber."

She frowned, "What? What did I miss?"

"You forgot the place WE make love."

"Wha . . .what do you mean?"

"I mean 'bunks' girl. Where else? Come on girl. Look at the lines holding the boat to the dock. See! This line is holding the stern of the boat in place and has an appropriate name, 'The Stern Line.' Now, see up near the center of the boat, there is a line running from the middle of the boat back towards this dock cleat towards the stern. Then the other line is running towards the bow. They work together, they keep the boat from doing what?"

"I see, they keep the boat from moving forward or backwards, right?"

"You got that right girl, they are called spring lines. They also let the boat move up and down with the tide. The other line up near the bow is?....

"The bow line?"

"Yes Ma'am, Miss Filly. Come on girl let's go on board this 70 footer and look around. Be careful with those heels. When we get aboard you need to take them off anyway. I think there are some boat shoes of all sizes in a locker in the salon. Boat decks tend to get slippery and dangerous." He took her hand and led her to the gangway. The first step was pretty high and he steadied her by holding her elbow. Her checked out her body as she went ahead of him up the gangway, she had a delightful figure but was little overweight. When they were aboard he gently took her elbow and led her to a sliding glass door into the salon. It was a lovely room with a long table and chairs. There was a dinette that converted to a bunk on one side. There was a sectional sofa across the back of the room. 

LC went to one of the sections and lifted the cushion revealing many boxes of shoes in the locker below. He looked at her feet, "Size six?"

"Yes, that's right."

He handed her a pair of boat shoes, "Filly, that dress is cute as hell on you, but if you go on deck wearing it that long skirt will blow up and be wrapped around your head in a second. While I might love to see that, it might be dangerous for you. Go down these steps and go in the first door on the right. There are women's clothes in the hanging locker and in some of the drawers. Go change and come back here."

She hurried off and he stepped out on the stern deck and took out his cell phone and pressed a speed dial number. He watched through the glass door glass for Filly to come back. The phone was answered and he said, "Get hold of Bradley Vacation Homes and tell them the meeting tomorrow is postponed until Friday at 10:00 AM. Remind them to notify all concerned. Thanks." He put the phone in his pocket and was sitting on the sectional sofa watching a large flat screened TV when the girl came back.

He smiled, she was wearing shorts and a short sleeved blouse. She looked very cute, even though she was a little pudgy. The thin blouse confirmed that she had a perfect rack, probably a 32 D. He realized that her dress had hidden a body that could be fantastic if she lost e few pounds.

"That's much better Filly, you can move around now, let's go up to the pilot house and talk about the engine controls and what they do. OK?"

They spent several hours as he showed her all the features on the bridge. He showed her the engine controls, the navigational devices, GPS, computer, then bow and stern thrusters and many other things. He was showing her the radar system when her cell phone rang. She moved away and talked for several minutes. She returned and smiled, "That was my boss, he is upset because the head of the boat company just postponed the boat trip until Friday at 10 in the morning!"

"Hey! That's great, we have time to show you the things a woman is most interested in, the engine room." 

Philly laughed, "Right, propulsion units are among my favorite things. GenSets are right up there though."

"What do you know about generators?

"Just a little, I worked in Motor Homes sales for a while, they all have Generator Sets in them."

"Girl, this vessel has one big enough to run a small village. Everything aboard is run on household current." They looked at the main engines and the generator. They went up to the galley next, she was very impressed with the galley. He showed her the walk-in freezer and the huge refrigerators and the restaurant type stoves and ovens. 

She told him she was very impressed with the galley, "Any woman would love to cook in here." She said looking around. "This whole boat should appeal to the wives as much as to the husbands. I think I would feature how great this would be as a second home. Right on the water too!"

LC laughed, "Yeah! You can't get any closer to the water than this. This style of boat is extremely seaworthy, she is patterned after the fishing trawlers used in New England and Northern Europe, they fish in very rough weather for weeks at a time. She is slow but it would take at least a Hurricane to stop her. She will go almost 2500 miles without refueling. Depending on the family, she is large enough for a Captain and a crew of two or three. If privacy is needed a couple could manage her alone. She will cover some ground though, traveling only in daylight hours, you can move this water front house to Nassau in 2 days and Puerto Rico in a week."

"Wow, that's not bad, considering what you are bringing with you and you don't even have to unpack."

"Well, going to the islands you only have to bring a change of Bikinis. Your Boyfriend would love that."

Filly frowned, then giggled, "Hey, my body is not built for Bikinis." 

LC looked at her seriously, " I think you would fill out a Bikini top nicely."

"That may be true but the bottom would look like twenty pounds of sausage in a ten pound sack." She saw LC struggling to keep a straight face. "Go ahead, laugh, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Sweetheart, If I laugh, I will be laughing with you, not at you."

"Thank you LC, I believe you, you are a nice guy. Are you married or do you have a girlfriend?" 

"I'm not married either, I was married but it didn't work, she couldn't stand living on a boat, I, on the other hand, love it."

The two of them sat and talked about all sorts of things, including boats. Suddenly Filly jumped up and looked out the window, "Damn it's dark out already. I have to get going. I have to go shopping, I don't have a thing in the house to eat." 

LC looked at her, "Hey, do you like Asian? There is a great Asian place just up the street that will deliver here. They have a great food."

"LC, I can't do that, I have occupied half your day already."

"Just answer my question, do you like Asian? They have Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean, Indian and American. Their Orange Chicken is to die for. Please eat with me, I hate eating alone. I promise you will love it."

"Well, I guess it won't hurt if I am a little late getting home."

"Filly, I'm sorry, I didn't think, is someone waiting for you?"

"No, just my Goldfish, and they never complain."

"Great, let me order for both of us. The servings are large so I will order different things for each of us and we can share. OK?"

"That sounds good, I haven't eaten a lot of Asian except for Chinese."

"Great, we'll try a variety of things. He pulled out his phone, and pressed a button. He said, "Signora, di buona sera, how are you tonight? Do you know who this is, you do! I love you too Sweetheart. I want a dinner for two. Surprise me with a variety but I do want your Orange Chicken, Is Papa San in good form tonight. Wonderful, Kiss the old rascal for me, Please. Can I have it delivered?" He grinned and laughed, "I love you too, Mama San." He smiled at Filly, "I eat there a lot. She is eighty two years old and has the figure of a twenty year old, and the face of a 40 year old. An amazing woman."

"Really? Wasn't that Italian you were speaking?"

"Yes, she speaks many languages, we tease each other all the time." 

It was twenty minutes later that they saw headlights stop beside the boat. LC hurried out and took a large bag from a young man, they grinned at each other. LC was still smiling when he came in. He said, "She sent me a surprise, she said it was especially for me." He started unloading the bag lining up the small cartons. He removed place mats from a drawer along with knives and forks, he arranged two place sittings at the table. He sat her at the nearest sitting. He opened a small carton and put a dumpling on each plate. He opened another carton and served each plate with a pair of small sticky BBQ pork ribs. Two more cartons revealed another dumpling and a spring roll each. There was another slightly larger carton. He opened it and laughed hardily. He showed her the contents, there were two large raw oysters on the half shell. He put one on each plate. 

He placed a pair of chop sticks at each place. They were the chop sticks that are made of one piece and were thin in the center and were bent to act like tongs. LC pointed out what each thing was. He told her to take her time and that this was just the appetizer. He found 3 small covered cups of sauces, there was a ponzu (Japanese, citrus juices and vinegar) sauce to dip the pork dumplings in. There was a red chili sauce for the spring rolls, and ponzu butter sauce for the lobster dumplings. 

After the appetizers LC served Orange Chicken, Curried shrimp with peppers and onions and a Thai basil sauce. There was a crab and scallion fried rice and some Pad Thai noodles. Everything was delicious and there were no leftovers. Filly walked to LC and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. She pulled back and said, "I have had a wonderful time and I have learned more than I thought possible, you are a wonderful teacher I have to hurry home now. Can I stop by and tell your friend how much I enjoyed our dinner?"

LC grinned, "She would absolutely love that! What time will you be here in the morning?"

She stared at him, "I have to work."

"Have you ever been in a boat like this underway? He will easily expose your ignorance if you don't have the feel of the boat underway. You can't tell him the difference between how she rides with and without the stabilizers on. You have lots more to learn if you really want to impress someone."

"OH! LC, I have imposed on you enough already."

"Hey I got a kick out of being with you. You are sweet and very smart and you learn very fast. I enjoy teaching someone who is truly interested in what I love. I can almost guarantee you will convince the fat cat that you know a lot about boats."

She smiled up at him, "The boss did say to take all the time I need. How about 9 o'clock?"

"I'll see you in the morning." He took her hand escorted her down the gangway. He took her to a golf cart and drove her to her car at the end of the dock. He saw her into the car and reached down and took her hand, he grinned, "Sleep tight Lil' Filly" He leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. He stood and watched her drive off. 

Philomena stopped at a sign that said 'Sky Asian Fusion'. She walked in and saw a very attractive oriental woman sitting behind a cash register on a counter. Philly smiled and said, "Hello, I just had to stop and tell you I just had the most wonderful meal of my life. Your food is simply delicious! Thank you."

The woman looked at her then her face brightened, "You eat with Mr. LC?"

"Yes I did."

"OH! You the luckiest girl in the world, Mr. LC is very wonderful man and dear friend. Please make him happy, he deserves it. He save this restaurant when zoning people try to close us down. He got us good lawyer who fix everything." The older woman turned and yelled something in what Filly thought was Chinese. A very old man in white clothing hurried out, bowed, and smiled at Philomena, The woman continued talking and the old man bowed and grinned, he bowed and hurried off. He was back in a few seconds and gave her a small carton, bowing and grinning all the time. He spoke to the woman. She smiled, "My husband say he is very, very happy to meet LC san's woman. He say same as me, you very lucky girl." The old man bowed again still smiling happily. The woman came out from behind the counter and hugged Filly and kissed her on each cheek. 

"Thank you so much for stopping to tell us you like our food, I think Mr. LC pretty damn lucky too! Good night sweet Lady."

Phil was very happy as she drove home. She opened the little container and found a sweet delicious custard of some sort. She thoroughly enjoyed it. She thought of LC the whole time. She could see him in her mind. She felt warm and content when she thought of him. He was years older but he treated her as an equal. He was intelligent and well educated. He was evidently happy working on someone else's yacht. He acted as if he belonged on the yacht. He must be the Captain or something. She had several dreams of him that night and happily hurried back in the morning after a stop at Dunkin' Donuts for donuts and coffee for both of them. He met her half way down the dock and drove her back to the boat. He told her to put the coffee and donuts in the galley and hurry back.

When she returned he took her to the bridge and showed her how to start the engines. When the motors idled smoothly and quietly they went back to the main deck, He went on the dock and disconnected the electrical cable, the phone line and the water hose. He had her pull them aboard. He showed her how to stow everything away. He showed her how all the mooring lines had been what he called 'singled up'. The lines were arranged so the a person on the boat could cast off the line and pull the line back aboard the boat. The gangway stayed hooked to the dock but raised clear of the boat on a frame. 

When all the lines were in they hurried up to the bridge. He showed her how to move the boat sideways until clear of the dock by using the thrusters in the bow and stern. When they were clear he let her put the engines in gear and the boat moved ahead slowly. He coached her until they were out in the channel that led to the Intercoastal Waterway. Filly was amazed at how little effort it took to steer the huge boat. She smiled up at him as he stood behind her. "I love this. It is so different from anything I have ever done before."

When they were in a clear area he ran below and came back with the coffee and donuts. They followed the channel until they entered the Intercoastal Waterway. He explained how the waterway went north to Maine and south, through the Keys, and into the Gulf of Mexico. He pointed out a cut through the outer island that led to the Atlantic Ocean. A high bridge went over the cut. She felt the movement of the boat change as they hit the swells coming in the cut. She got a little nervous as the swells grew larger. She could see the wide expanse of the ocean. He grinned at her and slowly pushed the throttles forward. The speed of the boat increased and the movement increased, the boat rolled gently back and forth. I was not at all violent. Then she noticed the bow of the boat lift and fall as they crossed waves. She looked up happily and said, "You told me we have stabilizers. How do I turn them on." He grinned and pointed to a row of buttons. She read the labels above each button and found one that said, 'Stabilizers'. She glanced at him and he nodded. She pushed the button. There was no abrupt change but in a few moments she noticed the boat was no longer rolling and pitching. The waves were really not big enough to bother the boat very much. 


The Yachtsman



LC showed her how to engage the autopilot. She learned how to turn on and adjust the radar and patch it onto the main display monitor. Then it was easy to teach her to program the GPS because she had one in her car and she loved it and used it constantly. When she had all the systems displayed on the monitor he had her increase the size of the chart by zooming out until they saw the Bahamas on the chart. He had her enter West End on Grand Bahama Island as a destination. LC reached over her and engaged the autopilot and the boat turned automatically to a heading for West End. LC and Phil sat in arm chairs on pedestals while the boat headed for the islands. He showed her how she could set the radar to sound an alarm if they were on a course to hit another object or if a boat was on a collision course with them. They sat and talked. He showed her the TV camera system. There were twenty eight cameras placed in strategic locations around the boat, You could see what was happening on the stern deck or in the bilge under the engines. There were few places aboard you couldn't look at. Filly tapped LC on the arm, "Can you see what is going on in the bed in the master stateroom?"

He looked at her sharply then laughed. "No my little 'peeping Tommie', you can't look in any staterooms, no camera's."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"OK girl. Take us home, we don't really need to go to the Bahamas this morning." She looked at him and then looked at the GPS and pressed MENU on the screen pad. She chose the option that said GO HOME. The boat immediately went into a hard turn to starboard, reversing their direction. She looked at LC, "Sorry, I should have disconnected the autopilot before I did that."

"Yep! If I had a cake in the oven it could make it fall. It might upset a passenger if we had one, but with just you and I we are alright. So, did you enjoy the dinner last night?"

"Did I ever? I stopped in on my way home and told them how much we enjoyed it. She is a sweet old lady, she is very fond of you."

"Well she was taken by you too! She called me after you left and told me you had stopped in and told them both how much you liked the food. That was very nice of you. You are a very nice person, get your boyfriend to take you there. He might enjoy it too."

"I don't really have a boyfriend right now. I haven't met anyone since I moved here. I am pretty busy with the new job. Besides, the only guy I am really attracted to, doesn't think of me that way."

LC looked at her. He asked her to please stand up and turn around. He looked her up and down. "Girl you are not good at your job. Perhaps you should find another line of work."

"WHAT? Everywhere I have worked I have increased sales and brought more customers in. Why do you say that?"

"Hey! Look at yourself. You are not applying your abilities to yourself. You are a wonderful person, kind, thoughtful, sweet, good sense of humor and very intelligent. You could have any man you want if you applied what you know to yourself, bring out the natural beauty you hide under that outdated ultra conservative façade you hide behind. Go to a spa, and get a makeover. Update your wardrobe. Lose a little weight." He put a big hand on each side of her face and gently kissed her lips. "Sweetie, please don't cry, you are a beautiful girl, you just hide it. I want very much for you to be happy, you deserve it, but you need to do it for yourself. It will build your confidence. Take advantage of what God gave you. Now, go look at yourself in the mirror in the master cabin." He smiled gently, "Wash your face first."

Tears ran down both cheeks, she turned and ran down to the cabins. It was a half an hour before she came back to the bridge. She looked sadly at him, "You are right, I don't know how to get started."

LC grinned, "Girl, you have made me very happy; I have been worried that you would be insulted and angry with me. I prayed that you would react positively. I have a card for you. It has the name and number of a dear friend of mine. Call and make an appointment to see her. Let her give you her ideas. I think you will be delighted with how she can help you. Now let me see you get us back near the dock, then I'll take over and show you how you dock this big momma."

When they were safely moored and reconnected to the dock LC handed Phil his cell phone, "Here, call that number now. It's only noon."

She grinned at him, "OK, I know you are not going to stop picking on me until you get your way." She walked off and dialed the number. After a few minutes she walked back to him and stood close to him, she reached up and pulled his face down and kissed him on the lips. It was a soft gentle kiss. He pulled away and turned from her. He looked back at her and she saw tears running down his cheeks. 

"Did you get an appointment?"

"Yes, she will see me as soon as I get there. At first she said she said she was busy and not taking new clients, then I mentioned your name and she said you have briefed her and that she had cleared her afternoon so we could get started. Damn! Who the hell are you that people jump for you?"

"I'm just an old sailor that has a few good friends, I'm nothing special!"

Phil smiled, "I don't know about that."

The next morning a long limo drove slowly down the dock. It stopped by the gangway and several men exited. Then a woman stepped out. She swore a white suit, white heels and had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. Her skirt was several inches above her knees. They were met by a man in a white uniform and they were showed aboard the yacht. Three other men wearing white uniforms stood on the deck. The guests were shown to the salon. They were introduced to several men who disclosed they were from the yacht company. A middle aged man introduced himself as the CEO of Laurence Yachts Inc.. Others were assistants and an attorney. The guests were introduced as the CEO of Bradley Vacation Homes, his assistant, his attorney and his head of Advertizing, Miss Philomena Carter. She smiled while she looked around the room. Then she saw him, LC stood in a corner smiling at her. She smiled and nodded, looking very pleased. A thrill ran through her when he grinned and mouthed "WOW!" She turned back and listened to the men talk. After some preliminary greetings the CEO of the yacht Company said, "I must admit that the cheery face of this lovely young lady brightens the cabin, but we need a person who is very knowledgeable about boats."

Phil smiled, "Thank you sir, while I do not claim to be a true expert on yachts and yachting I do posses a modicum of information of about the subject. I would be pleased to answer any questions you might have."

"Alright young Lady, what would you do to get this boat underway?"

"Mmmm! Let me see, I would start by having all the lines singled up while I checked that the cameras were functioning and giving me clear views down both sides of the vessel. Then I would start the engines and let them warm up. I would have the gangway removed and the shore connections to electric, phone and water undone and stowed. I would test the engines and thrusters and if all was well, have all lines cast off, I would use the thrusters to move us sideways until we were clear of the dock. Then I would get underway."

The boat company CEO looked surprised while LC grinned. The CEO said, "That was very concise and informative Miss Carter. Let's get more into the aspects of selling this boat. What do you consider to be the best selling points for this vessel?"

"Well, to be brief, she has a limited number of prospective buyers because of her cost. However, for those families who CAN afford her I would point out that she is capable of leaving from, oh; let's use a home port of Palm Beach. She can leave Thursday morning and be clearing customs Friday afternoon in Nassau. OR they can be in Porto Rico in a week with their luxurious vacation home on the water. Key West is only a day away. She can easily carry Jetskis and fishing skiffs. She can store three of four motorscooters for land travel and exploring. Families who are not capable of handling this boat should be made aware that there are separate quarters for a Captain and crew of two or three. This boat is laid out with a woman in mind, the galley is to die for. The furnishings are tasteful and quite lovely. The large washer and dryer are handy and storage space is more than adequate in all areas. That is just an idea of her attributes, A lovely brochure would be a good sales tool with possibly a nice DVD showing a family enjoying life aboard."

The CEO smiled at her, "Little lady I think you have what it takes, I am impressed." He turned and looked at LC, "Sir, are you satisfied. OH! This gentleman is Laurence 'LC' Curtis, the owner of our company. Did you have anything you wanted to add Sir."

"No. I am well pleased with the competence of this young lady. I think I would like to discuss her ideas privately. As there is no need to occupy the rest of you, you may all get back to work, have a good day. I will see Miss Carter gets back to her office shortly. And oh yes, Bradley HAS the contract, you legal guys draw up the contracts and set up at time for the signing."

The CEO of the Vacation Homes Company said, "There is no hurry Sir, she has the rest of the day off."

LC walked to Phil and smiled, "Can you forgive me for not telling you who I am?"

"I don't know. That was pretty damned sneaky. But it turned out well." She slowly turned for him to look her over, "Well, how did my initial makeover turn out?"

He grinned, "Wonderful, I love it, it is a great start. Anyone can see how gorgeous you are now, but you should see the guy you want to attract. See how he reacts,"

She took a step closer to him, "I have shown him. I think YOU like what you see."

"ME?"

"Yes, YOU. Have I embarrassed you, do I have the wrong guy?"

LC reached out and took her hands, he looked deep into her eyes, "You know that I am way older than you are don't you?"

"NO! You are just a little older. It is not a factor for me."

He searched her eyes, "May I kiss you?"

"Yes, I am about to kick you in the shin if you don't do it pretty quick." Her arms slipped up around his neck and she pressed her body to his as hard as she could. Her tongue squirmed between his lips and met his tongue. His strong arms held her tightly against him. She felt his erection pressing against her. A shiver ran through her body. He picked her up and held her in his arms, she looked into his eyes she then kissed him passionately, then breathlessly said "You place or mine?"

LC grinned, "My place, we are there now, it will take too long to get to your place." He carried her to the master stateroom and gently placed her on the big bed. Phil smiled and sat up; she unbuttoned her suit jacket and carefully draped it over the back of a chair. Beneath the top she wore a lovely white lace half cup bra; it lifted her breasts, but left the nipples bare. She unzipped the skirt and placed it on the seat of the chair. She smiled and posed for him in her white lace panties, bra, white lace top, hold up stockings and white strappy stiletto heels. She grinned as she heard him suck in his breath. He just stared at her. She giggled and reached back and unhooked her bra. She held the cups in place with an arm and shrugged the straps off of her shoulders. She smiled coyly, then tossed the little wispy bra on the chair. She turned her back, looked back over her shoulder and hooked her thumbs over the waist band of the little white lace Bikini panties.

He growled and she saw his shoes fly, followed by his shirt and pants. He yanked his undershorts down and stepped out of them. She saw his erection, she smiled happily. LC had what appeared to be a perfect cock. She walked to him; she looked up and said, "Your friend said you would go crazy over this outfit. How does she know that?"

"We used to be very good friends. Does that bother you?"

"Not as long as I can be your good friend now."

He picked her up and carefully put her on the bed. He moved on the bed beside her and whispered "You are my only good friend now." He gently moved the soft spun gold of her hair and softly kissed the back of her neck. Her perfume was enchanting. She leaned her head forward giving him freer access to more of her neck. LC smiled and kissed her tenderly just behind her ear. Philly twisted to press her lips to his. Her arms crept up and around his neck as she continued to turn until her upper body was pressed against his, and then she pulled him over her as she leaned back and fell on the bed. Her little tongue was now deep in his mouth. She softly moaned, then whispered, "I love the way you kiss me, so sweet and gentle, but right now I want you to be my TIGER!"

LC pressed his legs between her knees. Her legs spread widely for him. He moved slightly down and grasped both her breasts in his large hands, they gently but firmly kneaded her tits while his thumbs flipped her erect nipples back and forth. He lowered his head and placed his lips around a dark pink nipple and gently started a pulsing suction. Her little hands gently guided his lips to the other breast. He heard her sigh, "Oh! That is soooo good! I love it, I really love you." He grinned as he raised his head and quickly inserted his tongue into her belly button and wiggled it around. She giggled, she gently pushed his head further down. He smelled her perfume mixed with the odor of her arousal. 

His nose brushed across her smooth hairless mound. His tongue made a quick flip across her clitoris then plunged between her nether lips, delving between them and lapping at the moisture he found there. Her legs spread further as her back arched with her pleasure.

She was trembling and mewing quietly, her hands pulling his face deeper into her pussy. LC grinned as she became more and more vocal. She was constantly saying his name, saying how much the things he was doing pleased her. She shivered violently and pulled upward on his head. "Now! I need you in me now, I want your cock inside me right now. Take me, make me your woman."

He guided his cock into her slightly open vaginal opening. He felt the sensations caused by the head of his cock rubbing against the hot slippery folds and crevices of her sheath. So hot, so tight, so damned good, he loved it, he knew it felt so good his cum was boiling in his balls. He couldn't last long. He clinched his sphincter tight. He slowed his movement and felt Phil rotate her hips to meet his slow thrusts. She was loud when she moaned her approval of his efforts to please her.

Phil's mind was overwhelmed, she wasn't a virgin but she had never experienced anything like this. This was the first time she had had an orgasm and now she was having them one after another. Every move her lover made triggered another wave of ecstasy. She felt she was being reduced to a wet noodle, the happiest, most satisfied wet noodle in the whole world. She couldn't believe the cascades of emotion and feelings she was experiencing. The she felt LC stiffen and he moaned, "I'm gonna cum now, Sweetie, are you ready?"

"Yes! Oh! Yes! Fill me with you sperm, make me pregnant, I want your babies now. Oh! I feel your hot cum inside me now! OH! That feels soooo good, sooo slippery and nice, I love it, love it. I LOVE YOU!!!,AHHHHH!"

They lay together. She gently kissed his lips and whispered, "LC, you are wonderful. Damned you are good. I didn't know it got that good." They cuddled together telling each other how much they loved each other. 

She smiled up at him, "Sweetie I'm hungry, have you had lunch?"

"No I ate a small breakfast, Do you want to go up to Sky for lunch?" 

"No, would you like a couple of hot dogs, Philly style?"

LC laughed, "What is Philly style?"

"I spit the hot dog and grill it, I grill the buns and serve them with dill pickle relish, chopped onions and mustard."

"Mmmmm! Two please."

In fifteen minutes she placed his on the table in front of him. She put a plate in front of her place. He looked at it. It was lettuce, several cherry tomatoes, a small spoonful of cottage cheese, and a lemon. He smiled, "You are really serious about losing a little weight aren't you?" 

She squeezed the lemon juice over the salad and smiled, and said, "You are damned right, I am going to have a flat little belly and a tight little ass for you, and for me too. I want to wear sexy little things for you. I may learn to hate salads."

"I suspect that a lot of Asian foods will be good for you on your diet." 

""Your friend Marsha will know, I'll ask her."

"LC looked at her with no expression on his face, "Marsha didn't tell you about her and me?"

Filly gazed at LC. "No, she said you were old friends and that she loved you a whole lot."

"I guess I have to tell you, she is my ex-wife."

"Really, I wonder why she didn't mention it."

"I reckon she is not too proud of why the marriage ended. She got pregnant and we were happy as hell until the baby was born. He was black." I couldn't accept that. I had no idea she was cheating on me. The baby had sickle cell anemia and died before he was one." She was in a deep depression for years, then she pulled herself out of it. I didn't divorce her until she was cured. I never lived with her after I found out. She claims she was crazy about a black guy we knew. According to her, cheating on me was the biggest mistake of her life. My life too I guess, I loved her very much but it was more than I could ever forgive. I knew I could never trust her or any other woman again. You cured me."

"What? I haven't done anything."

"Yes you have! You clicked into my life on your little heels. I fell in love with you. I can forgive her now. I wonder if she can forgive herself."

Phil smiled softly, a tear ran down her cheek, "I feel terrible for her, the poor girl."

"Why do you feel sorry for her?"

"She must be crying inside helping me become more attractive for the man she loves."

"You are so damned sweet girl. I asked her if it would bother her doing that. She said that she had quite the opposite feeling. She said she was proud that I trusted her to do right by you. She said she felt no ill will towards you, in fact she was happy for you. As a matter of fact she called right after you left and told me I was a very lucky man to have someone love me as much as you do. She said she would pray for us to have a happy life together."

"I don't see how she could do that to you."

"Honey, let's talk about us and what we want. I love you, what can I do to make you happy?"

She glanced quickly at LC, "I will defer to you. I don't know how you feel about relationships after what happened to you." 

"Well, to clear that up for once and for all, will you do me the honor of marrying me, I love you."

"Yes."

"Wow, you didn't think about that for long."

"Oh yes I did. I have been thinking about it for several days."

They moved together and kissed passionately. LC pushed back a bit, "I have to meet your Mom and Dad and ask for your hand in marriage. Right?'

Phil laughed, "I think Momma has given up hope and Daddy is going to love you. He'll put you to work."

"Doing what?"

"Oh, he owns 'Vacation Homes' and three car dealerships, he also owns two RV dealerships."

"He owns the company you work for?"

"Yes, the company doesn't know it though. I have always worked for his businesses. I am his chief spy, and I learn all about the businesses so I will know how things work when I inherit everything."

LC laughed, "Honey, we don't need your money, I don't want you to work. I plan on keeping you barefoot and pregnant."

"On this yacht I guess."

"Definitely, but I need to tell you, I don't take an active part in the operation of my company. I will be with you almost all of the time."




The Yachtsman



She grinned, "Hey! If you don't work I sure as Hell am not going to go to work and leave you alone all day, I am going to be within touching range of you 24/7. You can teach me how to splice lines too!"

He looked at her seriously, "Do your parents live close enough for us to see them this afternoon? If so we can go see them now and let the wedding planning start." 

"They live in Palm Beach and I would love to go so you can meet them. BUT! I need to talk with you before we get there. I don't want a long engagement or anything but a small, immediate family only, wedding. My perfect choice would be to take you to meet the family after we are married."

LC looked into her eyes, "Sweetie, I just want to please you. I thought every girl wanted a big wedding with all the pomp and glamour."

"No, I saw the pressure my sister went through prior to her wedding. The marriage only lasted a little over a year, she claims the pressure to have the 'perfect' wedding split them apart before they were even married. They could never work through it. I don't even care about anything anyone else thinks about our wedding, I am not competing with anyone else. You don't even have to marry me. I will be your woman anyway."

"I guess we are going to have our first fight then. We can discuss the details later, I want to put a nice diamond engagement ring on your finger. Plan a nice formal wedding to take place no more than a month from now. I don't want my bride to miss this only chance she will have for a beautiful little wedding. I want you to be able to show your daughters the pictures of your wedding with pride and joy in your face as you remember it."

Filly smiled, "I will yield to your wishes on three conditions, We must live together during the engagement, I must get down to a twenty six inch waist and the guests must be only immediate family." 

"Can I invite Marsha and Momma and Poppa San? "

"Oh! Dear, I don't know about that. I'm OK with Momma and Poppa San, but Marsha is pushing it a bit. Ex-wives are just not invited to weddings."

LC reached for Philly and pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She put her arms around his neck and kissed LC with equal ardor. She pushed him back on the bed and murmured "We can see Mom and Dad tomorrow, they are not going to ever say NO! I want you a couple of more times before I cuddle your back all night. I know I am being a little slut but I can't help it. You did this to me LC, a couple of days ago I was perfectly happy droning along, fat dumb and happy. Now you have showed me how real love feels and I can't get enough of it. You have created a sex monster."

"I am happy with what you say I created, I love it when you get horny, as long as I am the only guy you are horny for."

"Oh! I don't know about that, suppose I get real horny and you are not around? Do you expect me to just sit and wait for you to wander in?"

"Well, I think there is an obvious answer to that problem, don't you?"

"What's that?"

"I'll never get out of your sight."

"Oh! That is a perfect solution." She giggled, "Why didn't I ever think of that?"

"I suspect that you just might have already figured that out."

"Who, me?"

As it happened, LC was out of her sight numerous times over the years but not for very long. They became very close and neither could stand to be away from the other very long. Philly bore LC two daughters and two sons. They were all raised aboard the various boats the family lived aboard. The children grew up knowing they were the luckiest kids in the whole world. They got a lot of their schooling on line and visited many foreign ports, learned of many cultures, met many different people from distant lands. They were strong, independent, self confident young people belonging to a close, tight knit family who took care of each other. 

Philomena and Laurence Curtis were very proud of their children and decided that the family needed a permanent family home to be able to come home to. They bought a large tract of waterfront property on the Intercoastal Waterway. The land was low and they were assured that they would be able to have a 'V' shaped canal dug from the Waterway to where they wanted the house built. The material from the canal would be used to elevate most of the property. A large basin was dug out in the point of the 'V'for a number of docks and an area where large boats could turn around. Water flowed through the canal keeping the water fresh. The Curtis home was very lovely and had six bedrooms including a guest suite.

Philly sat next to LC in a double wide lounge chair on the screened-in balcony of their home, she was snuggled tightly to her husband in the cool of the evening. Her small hand rubbed gently across his chest then slipped down and under the waistband of his loose shorts until she found her treasure, his cock. It was half way hard but grew rapidly in her hand. She pushed his shorts down until her prize was fully exposed. Philly wiggled down so she could gently place her wet warm mouth over his wonderful cock. He softly moaned and tenderly placed his hands on her head, lightly forcing her mouth further down over his rock hard cock. It was delightful, her wet tongue slipped from side to side across the bottom of his cock, her lips firmly wrapped around the rest of his cock as he thrust slowly in and out.

Suddenly he reached down and pulled her up over his hips turning her to face her. She spread her knees to straddle his hips and reached down to guide his cock into her wet little pussy. Hmmmmm! It fit real good. Tight and slippery. She was as tight, after four children, as she had been the first time they made love all those years ago. Philly had aged perfectly and looked years younger than her age. She had learned to take care of herself and to dress to accentuate her now lovely figure. LC pulled out of Philly and lifted her in his strong arms and carried her into their bedroom. He placed her carefully on the bed and reached in the cabinet beside the bed and removed a blindfold.

Philly's eyes popped open and she giggled, "Oh no! Not the old blindfold trick. HELP!"

LC laughed, "Who are you trying to fool? You know you love this blindfold. You love it when I put it on you. You love surprises, and boy, do I have one for you." He cuffed her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Philly felt the tingle and excitement of the unknown. LC was very inventive but would never do anything to hurt her. She heard him leave the room and go down the stairs. She faintly heard voices and noises on the stairs. 

She heard LC whisper, "You may touch and kiss her anyway you want, no penetration though, OK?"

She barely heard the answers in the affirmative. She smelled perfume and then an aftershave. Fingers lightly traced her face below the blindfold, running along her cheeks, gently touching her lips, feeling the line of her jaw and then moving down her throat and over her chest. Rougher hands caressed her breasts as she smelled the after shave more strongly. She couldn't believe LC would let another person touch her this way. How could he? She softly said, "LC, are you still here?"

"Yes Honey, just relax and enjoy the feelings, we want only to please you. Now hush or we will have to gag you Sweetie, none of us want that because we have other plans for those luscious lips of yours." Soft gentle lips pressed against her lips. The smell of the perfume was stronger then.

Gentle finger tips moved over her breasts, this time moving to her now erect nipples. The fingers gently pinched the nipples. Another hand caressed her inner thigh from the knee to the soft skin just below her pussy. Who was that? Other strange feeling fingers stroked over her flat belly and tenderly touched her mound. A shiver ran through her body. These fingers were very smooth and gentle and she jerked when they slipped slowly over her mound and down between her legs, one finger parting the delicate pussy lips. They were wet and slippery now. The finger moved back up and touched her clitoris softly, pausing to stroke it several times, then slipping back down and sliding quickly between the lips and into her vagina quickly following the top wall of her pussy to rub over her 'G-spot' then jerk completely out of her.

She heard a muffled conversation off to the side, she thought she heard LC say, "No!" but she wasn't sure.

She smelled the after shave more strongly now, then lips roughly pressed against hers, she felt the prickliness of a mustache against her upper lip, LC didn't have any facial hair. What the Hell was going on? The man's tongue slipped in her mouth and played with her tongue, she tried not to respond. He left her mouth and she felt his warn mouth suck roughly at her nipples, one after the other, his mustache touching here and there.

The odor of his aftershave grew weaker as his mouth moved across her belly and on to her mound. She felt him move over her leg and between her thighs, his rough hands spreading her thighs more widely, then his lips and tongue were in her pussy, licking, slurping and sucking. She was not prepared for the rush of pleasure this strange mouth gave her, she instantly thought she knew who the strange man was. It had to be LC, he always licked her that way. Then she felt him pull away and felt him leave the bed. The bed shifted as someone climbed between her legs, she felt someone knee walk between her legs. She heard LC yell from a distance that he would be back in a few minutes. She felt something touch her pussy, It felt like the head of a cock, sort of soft and spongy, it grew harder as it rubbed up and down between her pussy lips. When it was slippery it eased in and slid all the way inside her. It felt very good. Was it LC? She couldn't tell, it didn't move the way LC moved. It was way too fast for her to tell. It didn't take long before she felt him stiffen and she could feel hot spurts of semen spurt inside her vagina. Philly had not had an orgasm, she was close though. LC never left her this way. She heard someone quietly moving around the room, she hadn't heard LC return. 

She hoped and prayed that this was not true, that LC had left her alone with a stranger who had filled her with his sperm. She was not on the pill, she usually used a diaphragm but didn't have time to put it in tonight.

It seemed a long time, then she heard someone moving around the room. She felt her feet being released, then her hands. She sat up and pulled the blindfold off. LC smiled at her. She looked at him, "Get the hell away from me, you thoughtless bastard. Don't come near me."

LC said, "Honey, it was not what you think..." 

"Get the fuck out of here, what you did, or let happen, was horrible for me. It was pure rape, no matter what happened. I hated it and right now I hate you, get out of my sight, I never want to see you again."

"But...!"

She looked at him coldly and calmly, "Pack a bag and get the hell away from me. I'm thinking 'divorce' right now, so get the fuck out of here."

He stared at her, she saw tears run down his cheeks. His mouth opened as he started to speak, then shut as he turned away and left the room. 

Philly watched him go, she desperately wanted to call him back, but she didn't say a thing. Let him sweat it out, no matter what he had done, it was horrible for her and it would be a while before she forgave him. She went to the bathroom, douched, and inserted some spermicidal foam up inside her. She would see her doctor in the morning. Maybe she would schedule an appointment to have her tubes tied. She should have had it done after the last child was born, four children were enough. 

What if she was pregnant? What would she do? Could she raise another baby. She was damned near fifty years old. She would be near seventy before it left the nest. NO! She couldn't do that. Could she kill an embryo? It would be a product of rape. NO! She had to prevent conception, it was the only option, she would be at her OB/GYN doctor in the morning when they opened the door.

When Philly returned home from the doctor, she saw LC sitting on the stern of their trawler yacht tied up to the dock, she walked into the den and picked up the binoculars and focused on LC. He looked very sad, she wanted to run and comfort him, she needed to be with him, she needed his touch, his kisses, but she needed to teach him a lesson first. 

At 5 that afternoon she called LC's cell phone, he answered immediately. She said, "LC, I want to talk to you tomorrow morning, I want to resolve this situation. OK?"

He said, "I want that too, I hate this. I'll be right up and we can get this over with, OK?"

"No, I have a dinner date tonight, in the morning I will call you, it may be late if I am out late tonight."

"Who are you going out with tonight?"

"LC, as far as I am concerned you have no need to know that. Last night you chose who fucked me without giving me a choice at all, tonight I will chose who fucks me or not. Understand?"

"Hey, let me explain..."

"No! You should have explained last night before it happened. Last night you either let someone fuck me or made me think that is what happened. One is almost as bad as the other. I had to go to the doctor and embarrass myself by getting a 'Morning After' contraceptive. Tonight it will be my choice." Click.

Philomena watched LC sit on the top of the pilot house of their yacht, holding a pair of binoculars. He was going to try and see who picked her up. She smiled and looked at herself in the mirror, she grinned, she looked damned good in a skin tight black cocktail dress that accentuated her generous curves. She wore stockings and very high spiked heels. She would make sure LC got a good look at her.

She walked, strutted really, across to the four car garage, she had checked and LC was still on the top of the yacht. She didn't look at him as she walked. She got into her BMW and drove away. She watched and was sure she was not followed. She had hoped she would be followed. Then she remembered that LC could follow her by the GPS in her car. She smiled. It was only a few miles to a notorious night spot and local pick-up place. 

She sat at the bar and almost instantly two young men approached her. She was amused at their adolescent lines. She laughed with them and danced with each of them. When she thanked them for the dances she gently told them she was old enough to be their mother and that she would prefer a more mature man. She casually looked around the large room and saw LC watching her from a booth in a dark corner. A large black man with salt and pepper hair asked her for a dance. He was very smooth and she accepted his invitation to dance After several dances he asked her to sit at his table. She did. She told him up front that she was married and that her husband was watching them. They danced a slow number and she informed him that she was in no way going to do anything more than dance with him. He smiled and said, "At least you can put on a good show and really make him jealous." 

She grinned at him. "OK, here is my plan, we will dance two more slow songs, I may kiss you, then we will leave together. I'll give you a hundred bucks to leave and not come back here."

He smiled and agreed. She excused herself and went to the ladies room. She returned to the table and verified that LC was still watching. 

LC was in agony as he watched his wife dance with a large black man. His first wife had had an affair with a black, now the woman he loved more than life was with one. Tears coursed down his cheeks. He watched as she pulled the man's head down to hers and kissed him on the lips. They returned to the table, she picked up her purse and they headed for the door, She saw LC jump to his feet head to cut them off. She walked up to him and said, "LC, I'll see you in the morning."

His face was contorted in pain as he softly said, "No, if you leave with him you will never see me again. Your choice."

Philly looked up at her black companion, "I can't let that happen, thank you for the dances." She opened her purse and handed him a $100 bill. "Here is what I promised you. Good night." She turned to LC, "Come on, follow me home, we will talk when we get there."

Philly thought things over as she drove home, there was no way in hell she was going to lose LC over this. He had a thing about blacks and she had pushed him hard with her kissing her dance partner, but not as hard as he had pushed her the night before.

Philly was setting in the den when LC found her. He walked to her and held out his hands to lift her to her feet for a kiss. She shook her head and pointed to the chair opposite hers. "Let's get this ugliness out of the way first. I want the exact truth about last night."

"OK, I wanted to spice things up for us a little bit. I planned the whole thing out for a few weeks before I was ready. After I had you blindfolded and tied to the bed I turned on a CD I had recorded. I had some help from some people so it sounded as if there were two other people there. I had to watch my clock so I did things on time with the recording. There was never anyone with you but me. I wore a medical glove over one hand so it felt different.

"I guess I did too good. I never thought you would believe it for a second. I am really terribly sorry if I caused you any distress, I never intended for that to happen. I do love you with all my heart I have been in pain ever since it happened, terrified that I would lose you. That would literally kill me." 

Philly had a tear trickle down her cheek. "How about the different odors I smelled?"

"A drop of perfume and one of aftershave on paper towels I had in plastic bag."

"How about the mustache?"

He grinned, "I thought you might want to see that." He pulled a small box from his pocket. He fumbled around for a minute then said, "Ta da!" Philomena convulsed in gales of laughter. The mustache was on upside down! LC smiled, "Philly, it makes my heart jump for joy to hear you laugh, am I forgiven.

"No my love I may never totally forgive you., I plan on throwing this up to you any time you displease me in any way."

"May I have a kiss?"

"Yes, dear."

LC walked to her and lifted her to her feet. He kissed her passionately for a long time. Her hands crept up around his neck, she softly moaned. He pulled back and Philomena said, "That was wonderful, I missed that last night."

"Me too! Was it as good as your black friend kissed you?" 

Philly stiffened in his arms and she looked up at him, "A lady never kisses and tells, he was very sweet, he gave me his number and said he would be glad to help if I wanted to make you really jealous."

LC looked at her and said, "I had that coming. I don't think I want to know the answer anyway."

"Darling there was no contest."

LC smiled, "Philly, you bare a real bitch, I can only hope and pray that you are my bitch."

"LC, Dearest, there is NO question about that, I am your bitch, now and forever. Don't test me too often though. I can be a REAL BITCH!"