Once secure to the dock, I went to the office to register. I paid for a month although I didn't anticipate being there that long. I got a map of the marina and keys for the showers and laundry. Fortunately, this marina had a restaurant on site as well as a few restaurants within a block walking distance. We were all set.
Returning to the boat, I suggested that the girls run a load of laundry so they'd have clean outfits for meeting Marcy in the morning. I also suggested that we all take a refreshing shower to freshen up before dinner in one of the restaurants. "Let's do our thing and meet back at the boat in an hour." We all went our separate ways.
I was done with my shower and back aboard, alone, a half hour later. I poured a generous helping of scotch and sat in the cockpit waiting for my concubines. A half hour later, the girls came walking down the dock but they weren't alone.
There were two scraggly looking boaters tagging along, following them like dogs after a bitch in heat. When they got to the boat, the guys looked surprised to see me sitting there.
Pam tried to make introductions. "Sailor, this is Bill and ... and ...." "Bob" the other one volunteered. "They’re on a boat in the marina, too."
"Pleasure to meet you Bill and Bob. I'm glad you've made acquaintance with Pam and Christy. But I have to warn you that they're off limits tonight. We've had a long day on the water, we're about to go to dinner, and they have an early bedtime tonight. It was nice to meet you and I'm certain that we'll cross paths in the next few days. But for now you'll have to excuse us, please."
Bill and Bob saw their chance at getting laid go up in a puff of smoke. They shuffled their feet and mumbled something to the girls. Then they sauntered off down the dock, strategising on where and how to find their next mark.
Pam and Christy climbed aboard. Christy cozied up to me, putting her hand on my thigh. "Boy, you sure handled that just right. Mom and I tried to tell them that we weren't available but they wouldn't listen to us. You sure laid down the law to them. Thanks, Sailor."
"Just gotta protect my harem. Now, I have a plan. Let's have a drink, then go to dinner." Pam, looking disappointed, said "That sounds wonderful. But I don't have money for a restaurant dinner. Is there something aboard I can make?"
"Pam, I'll buy you and Christy a nice meal tonight, not to worry. Christy, why don't you play bartender and make you and your mom a drink, and freshen mine while you're at it." Christy scampered below. Pam took their clean laundry below to stow it. Soon, we were all together in the cockpit, drinks in hand.
I offered a toast. "Here's to a wildly "sexsessful" passage to the Keys!" We all clinked glasses and took a big swig. Christy offered her own toast. "Here's to Sailor, kind enough to bring me and my mom to the Keys, my first time here!" We clinked glasses again. Christy and I both looked at Pam.
Even in the fading sun you could see her blush a bright red. "I guess it's my turn. Uhhh ... Here's to Sailor’s charisma, his vibe, his touch. Especially his touch." As she said this, she looked me straight in the eye with an unmistakable, unspoken message. As we clinked glasses once again, I drained my drink.
Uncharacteristically, I said "My drink is dry. Christy, will you excuse your mom and me while we refill it?" Pam and I went below. I quickly turned to her and said quietly "Pam, right now I want nothing more than a quicky pussy fuck missionary style. Can you accommodate me?"
Without speaking, she dropped her pants and lay on the bed, spreading her legs wide, showing me that voluptuous vagina. I had been thinking of this since right after my shower so my dick was already primed. I climbed on top and, before I entered her, I stared deep into her eyes, then gave her a passionate kiss.
As my cock easily slid into her oversized pussy, she wrapped her legs around my waist and held me tight. I slowly pumped away in her sloppy hole, not in any hurry, just enjoying the feelings of warmth and security. I deposited a small load for posterities sake.
We walked to a nearby restaurant recommended by the front desk. It was fancier than I expected with white tablecloths, fancy linen napkins and an overabundance of waiters hovering around. We enjoyed a sumptuous meal, mostly seafood. After dinner we walked back to the boat. I reminded the girls that they had an interview in the morning. Then I bid the ladies a nice evening and retired to the aft cabin.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I suddenly became aware that someone was in my cabin and was trying to slip into my bed. Coming from a deep sleep, my senses slowly woke up. I realized from the smell, the touch and the body size that it was Pam.
In a barely audible whisper, she said "I'm sorry, Sailor, but I just wanted to cuddle with you for awhile. You make me feel safe and secure. I hope you don’t mind." I merely rolled over. She wrapped herself around me making sure that one hand surrounded my penis. I must admit that her cuddling felt good.
Sometime in the very early hours of the morning when the birds begin to sing, I became aware that someone was kissing my ear and the side of my face. Very gently. And there were hands rubbing lightly on my back and down my leg. It was all very subtle, designed to make me become aware.
Then I recalled that Pam had crawled into bed with me. I rolled over and Pam was staring at me intently. I yawned and almost rolled back over when her hand, gently roaming over my body, now involved my penis.
"It's an important day for me and I hope you'll help me get it started off properly." Even in my waking up stupor, I understood what she meant, wanted and needed. I eagerly rolled on my side and leaned over to kiss her. My free hand started with her boob and nipple, but soon progressed to her groin. As we kissed, tongues intertwined, my free hand quickly got her pussy engaged.
As I was toying with her clit, she said in a low, raspy voice "What you're doing feels incredible, but what I want is a really hard pussy pounding. Like, I'll put my legs in the air and spread them wide if you'll just pound her hard and fast. This one's for me, Sailor. Can you help?" "I'll do my best."
What transpired is basically what Pam requested. I climbed between her legs and pushed my hard cock into her loose pussy. Ignoring that it was very large and loose, I closed my eyes and visualized that it was Christie's tight cunt that I was fucking. I banged away, trying to give her the hard pounding she wanted.
I guess that I succeeded because after awhile her hips bucked, her breathing became erratic and her pussy flooded with her cum juice.
Knowing that today was an important day, I spent some time in the galley preparing breakfast as the ladies prepped for their interview with Marcy. At the appointed hour I hailed a cab. We all piled in and sped off to Marcy's bar and grille. Being 9 a.m. it wasn't open for business yet so I knocked at the front door. None other than Marcy herself opened the door.
In her characteristic manner she barked "We're not open! Come back at 11." She then flung the door open wide and wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug embrace.
"You’re lookin' good, Sailor. The years have been kind to you."
"Likewise, Marcy, likewise. I'd like you to meet Pam and her daughter Christy. These are my two passengers I told you about."
"A pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Sailor’s is a friend of mine." As she said this, she examined each of them from head to toe. "Why don't we sit in that booth and chat."
Wanting to give them some space, I sat at the empty bar. Finally, a cute little college girl scurried in to prep the bar before opening. "Hey, darlin'! Can you mix me up a Bloody Mary? Gin, not vodka."
"I'm sorry sir. But we're not open yet." I looked over at Marcy and said, in a very loud voice "What does it take to get some decent service around here?" Marcy looked up and nodded to the barmaid, who immediately started making my drink. "Didn't mean to embarrass you. I know you're just following the rules. Here's for your troubles" as I slapped a $20 on the bar.
I kept one eye on the interview booth to try and guage body language. At one point I saw Marcy dash off, returning with paperwork folders, which the girls began filling out. As they did so, Marcy stepped over to me and sat on the next stool.
"Well, can you use them? Sure would help me out, my little vixen." "As a favor to you, Sailor, and because you promised me a night of revelry, I'll give them both jobs. But I don't think the young one will last too long. Pam's a natural but I fear the young one won't mesh well with our clientele. But I'll give her a chance."
"Perfect. You're an angel. So you just name what night you have free." She laughed. "Free night? Are you on drugs? I'm running two of the most popular bars in the middle Keys and you're asking me to take a night off? You are a lunatic, Sailor. Certifiably."
"Well, damn! How am I going to deliver on my promise then? And when will I ever get to taste your heavenly pussy again? Seeing you has brought back so many fond memories. I'd like to relive some of them. You gotta work with me some, honey."
"We'll set something up next time you come visit. That's the best I can do right now, Sailor."