I meet up with an old flame. Raunchy sex in all holes.
20. Time With Marcy
I was in the Keys to deposit my passengers, a mother-daughter team. Knowing that they'd need jobs, I had contacted a former lover, Marcy, who owns a popular bar/restaurant. Marcy had given them jobs and I owed Marcy a debt of gratitude.
I had offered her a night of anything her heart desired for taking in my passengers. She had made it clear that it was difficult for her to get away from work. Her bars were well run and very popular, packed from open till close. I knew that my chances were nil if I just showed up during open hours. So I called her first thing in the morning.
It rang three or four times and I wondered if she was avoiding me. Finally, "Hey, Sailor! What gives? I figured you'd be calling now that your girls are gone. Having to work a little harder for your nookie now, huh?"
"I don't think of it as work, Marcy. I view it more as a game. And I'm down 2 to 0 with you. I'm setting my sights on casting off soon and I sure would like to see you before I go."
She replied "Just the other day I was thinking about some of our escapades. Those memories reminded me of your promise. How about this: my assistant manager is scheduled to work tonight. How about I take the night off and you take me out on your Love Boat for a sunset cruise? Would that satisfy you?"
"It would make me happy. As for satisfying me ... that's up to you."
"Ha! You're still a scoundrel, Sailor! Haven't changed a bit. I'll be over before the dinner crowd descends upon us, say 4ish?"
"Wonderful. That'll be just right."
I spent the day cleaning, polishing, organizing and generally spiffing up the Love Boat. Marcy was special. We had spent one winter together some years ago. It started in the Florida Keys, then the Bahamas, then Jamaica before returning to the Keys. Although our romance was brief, it created so many memories that will never be forgotten.
At the appointed hour, Marcy came down the dock. "Permission to come aboard, Captain?" We engaged in an extended embrace, ending with a brief lip kiss. I put my hands on her shoulders, holding her at arms length as I examined her from head to toe.
Marcy was in her late 50s. Her shoulder length hair was dyed in an attempt to keep her beautiful auburn locks. Her face was classically beautiful, almost aristocratic in appearance. Her dark brown eyes had an unusual depth to them. She was of average height, her body well proportioned. Still firm and erect, her breasts showed no signs of middle-aged sag. She kept herself trim although she now sported some small "love handles." Below her waist were her "designed for fucking" hips supported on nicely shaped legs. I'd give her a 9.5 on a 10 scale.
"The years have been good to you, my little vixen. You're still as beautiful and shapely as the day I met you."
"You’re not so bad yourself, Sailor. You're hair's a different color but it matches your beard. It's distinguished looking. And the boating life seems to agree with you. It's keeping you fit and trim."
"You requested a sunset cruise. I've checked the forecast. Pretty serious onshore winds from the south, like 20-25 knots, and waves 4-6 feet. Totally doable but not a relaxed, leisurely sunset outing. Or, we can just stay tied to the dock. Or, there's a third option. Set sail and cruise to Key West or Miami. It's your choice Marcy."
"Ever the adventurer, full of wanderlust. That's one of your many traits that I find so attractive. But, honestly, I'd rather just stay tied to the dock tonight and enjoy some of your other traits that are even more attractive. Now, how about one of your specialty Love Boat cocktails to get things rolling."
I emerged from the galley with a new recipe I had seen online. Rum based with various liqueurs and fruit garnishes. It was a glamorous drink but I knew I'd revert to my trusty single malt before the night was over.
"Cheers, darling! I hope you enjoy this as you bring me up to speed on your life for the past couple of decades." She regaled me with the highpoints of her life since we split.
Four different husbands, none of them able to tame her wild side. A couple of failed businesses until one of her divorces provided her ownership of her current bar and grill. She worked hard, spent considerably on upgrades, and made it into one of the most popular spots in the Keys.
All the while she was weaving her tale, I was mesmerized by her beauty. I mentally undressed her time and again, memories from our past flashing through my mind. The time anchored off the Exumas, in a heavy downpour, dancing naked and fucking until sore on the foredeck. The time in Nassau when the marina kicked us out. The alcohol fueled lust had overcome us and we were fucking on the foredeck in the middle of the day. And so many more.
The memories got me hard, my shorts were bulging and the spot of precum was expanding. There was a lull in the conversation and I noticed Marcy staring intently at my crotch. She spoke up "My drink's empty and we better do something about this" as she reached over and rubbed the bulge in my shorts.
Down below there was no time to pour more drinks. Nor any need. Marcy was stripped and had her arms flung around my neck in no time. We embraced in a long, soulful kiss. The sexual tension between us crackled and sparked at a fever pitch as our hands roamed over each others once familiar curves.
I guided her to the bed and she lay on her back, spreading her knees. More foreplay and cunnilingus was set aside as I mounted her, my stiff cock finding her tempting pussy without help.
It entered her and found her hole wet, warm and swelled up, ready to go. I took long, slow, deep strokes. She wrapped her legs around my waist as if to hold me there forever. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she started moaning, obviously needing this fuck.
"Oh, my God, Sailor. There's just something about you, your cock, I don't know. It just feels so right. And when you suck my pussy I have the most intense orgasms ever. And your ass fucking ... somehow it just feels so much better than any of the others. What is it about you?"
I continued my slow, even strokes in and out of her cunt. "It's not me, Marcy. I'm just an average Joe. It's all you, honey. You have a perfect pussy, a delightful asshole, and a way about you that brings out the best in me."
I began pumping harder and quickened the pace. She raised her legs up high and reached down to grab my ass cheeks. I shifted up on my knees and commenced powerful strokes, pounding strokes, hit the bottom strokes. She squealed with delight as she pulled my hips hard against her groin. "Oh, yes! Pound me, pound me! Give my pussy a workout. I love this, I love it! Just keep slamming him up there, slam it!"
Then came one of her trademark orgasms. "Oh, oh, OHHH!" as her whole body shook and vibrated. Her cunt was dripping with her pussy juice as she relaxed, panting.
I got up and poured myself a scotch. Trusting my memory, I poured her a generous sample of wine. I sat on the settee as she remained reclined on the bed, savoring her "I just got fucked good" afterglow.
"Marcy, my sexy vixen, I promised you a night of my tricks and treats. I think that fuck got things off to a good start, but you must have more desires. Care to share them with me?"
"Honestly, I haven't given it much thought. There's always your award winning pussy suck-finger fuck-clit extravaganza. Those always end in orgasm. Or your pound it hard ass fucks. I enjoy those. Then there's the 'shoot your load down my throat' option. Sailor, they're all so good, it's impossible to choose. Can I have them all?"
I roared with laughter. "Oh, Marcy! You never cease to amaze me. How about we start with, what'd you call it, 'shoot your load down my throat'? Then maybe we can go for more awards with my mouth wrapped around your clit. Sound good?"
I poured my scotch down my throat, then stood up. "Why don't you lie on your belly, up on your elbows by the edge here." Once in position, I guided my semi-hard cock to her lips. She licked my frenulum and took his glans between her lips. To get things started, I pushed a good three inches in, pulling him back and pushing him in again. It was so erotic to look down and see my dick sliding between her lips.
In this position she had a hard time fucking me with her mouth. So I grabbed her head and took over. She willingly took him in, swirling her tongue around, playing with my frenulum on the out strokes. I kept sliding him in, her mouth juicy, wet and warm. With every stroke I went deeper, eventually knocking at her deepthroat door.
As I knocked at the door, I found some unexpected resistance. I'd push against it but it wouldn't open up. Finally, out of desperation, at the bottom of a stroke, I held her head tight, and rammed him home, busting through that tight door. Her belly heaved but she didn't puke.
"That's it my little mouth whore. Take it in now, take it all in. Relax your throat. I want my hard cock all the way down your skanky hole, I want to shoot my load deep in there. Show me how much you like my cock in your mouth. Let me just fuck your mouth till I'm done."
My dirty talk seemed to do the trick. Her throat opened wide up, her drool and slobber were running down her chin, and she let me pump my dick in and out to my hearts content. As I held her head and thrust my cock balls deep, she started pinching her throat muscles tight when my frenulum passed by. With every stroke, I got a bonus at the deep end.
I had a good workout with my dick fucking her mouth. The feelings were so good, very intense, I went on for what seemed like forever. But all good things must come to an end. Mine came with a powerful thrust in deep, spewing my jism down her throat, spasm after spasm. She coughed and sputtered when I pulled him out.
"Damn, Sailor! I haven't had my mouth fucked like that in a long time! I hope I did a good job."