It was only noon by the time I had finished my quickie with Carrie. I made a sandwich and had a couple more beers. I debated whether I should approach Celine or not. She was really good sex, that was certain. But there was the whole sordid mess with her ex-daughter-in-law, Vista, that complicated matters. I wondered if Celine and I could have a rendezvous without any mention of Vista.
There was no way to find out but try. I called Celine's number. She picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Hi, Celine. It's Sailor. Hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"Oh, no, nothing important. I'm just sitting here doing crossword puzzles. Hey - you're smart. What's a 7 letter word for 'rod stripped her bare'?"
"Uh, 7 letters, huh? How about 'disrobe'? Does that fit?"
"Let's see. Uh, D, okay, I, okay, S, okay, R, okay, O, okay, B, okay, E. Yes! You're a genius, Sailor! Now, what's on your mind?"
"Well, disrobing right now!"
"Ha, ha. Very funny. No, seriously. What's up?"
"I was sitting here, doing nothing, and thoughts of you crowded out everything else. I thought that if you weren't busy you might like to join me in some day drinking. I've got the whole afternoon free."
"I've been bored out of my mind and could use a distraction, Sailor. I'd love to. Your boat or mine?"
"What’s your booze locker look like? Mine's fully stocked."
"I'll be over in a few."
Celine arrived at half hour later. She was in her mid-40s but looked much younger. Her blonde hair hung past her shoulders, parted in the middle. She had a cute almond shaped face and rather deep set hazel eyes. Her attire was designed to enhance her body. Her button up blouse was knotted around her midriff, very stylish. It covered some ample yet not oversized breasts.
Her exposed midriff was flat, honey toned skin, and flared into moderate sized hips. She wore seersucker shorts, loose fitting. They covered nicely formed thighs. Overall, she would demand a double take if you passed her on the street.
"Welcome aboard. Why don't you tell me what your drink of the day is? I can whip up just about anything your heart desires."
"Why don't we go with a daiquiri? That sounds refreshing on a day like today."
"Daiquiri it is, then."
I disappeared below to make our drinks. I heard her phone ring. She answered and immediately lowered her voice, speaking in hushed tones. I could faintly hear her talking but couldn't really hear what she was saying. She obviously did not want me to hear her conversation. The only thing I clearly heard was Celine's raised voice saying "He invited me here! I had nothing to do with it!"
When I returned I handed her her drink. "Everything okay?"
"Much better now that I have this drink. Thanks. I need this to calm my nerves."
I decided to chance my luck and pry. "That call you got made you nervous?"
She covered up. "Oh, gosh no. Nothing like that. It's just the usual social anxiety."
"I hope that I don't make you nervous. If you’re uncomfortable around me, I won't be offended if you want to leave."
"Oh, my gosh, no. I feel comfortable around you, Sailor. I'm just dealing with some family drama. I don't deal with drama well."
"Neither do I. Here's to 'no drama'!" I raised my glass as did she.
We chatted aimlessly, talking about nothing in particular. The weather, the impending hurricane season, the endless list of boat projects always on the back burner. Our conversation was vanilla and there was a palatable vibe in the air. I couldn't quite discern what it was but it was hovering over us like Pig Pen's cloud.
I tried to project a sex vibe, hoping to see a spark of reciprocity from her. I concentrated on having sex with her in various positions. I mentally undressed her. I kept my eyes focused on her chest, her crotch as much as possible without being creepy. Nothing seemed to work. It's as if she had suddenly put me in the "friend zone."
When our drinks needed a refill, I decided to confront the situation. "Celine, let me refresh your drink. Maybe a second helping will loosen you up. I'm getting the feeling that you're miles away, consumed by something that you haven't figured out yet. I'll make this one a double. Maybe that will speed things up."
I took her glass and disappeared below. As I was headed back up the companionway I saw her intently texting on her phone. Once in the cockpit, she hurriedly buried her phone.
"Looks like I'm fighting a losing battle. My charm and these drinks seem to be no match for your phone. May I suggest that you either turn off your phone and focus on me or call whoever is having such disruptive drama and get it over with. Otherwise, we'll just consume my expensive rum and never get to the 'disrobe' part."
"Sailor, I'm terribly sorry. You're smart and perceptive. I think you already know what's distracting me. I had hoped, so hoped, to just flit over here, get a good buzz on, and fuck you into next Tuesday. But now I'm being accused of being a ...." She trailed off, obviously distraught and not wanting to repeat the vile things being said of her.
She downed half her drink and wiped her lips on her sleeve, staring off into space. In just a heartbeat, she polished off the rest of her drink. Without looking at me she held her empty glass toward me as she wiped her lips on her sleeve again. She finally looked at me, sorrow and apology in her eyes, "Another double, please."
When I returned to the cockpit, she made no effort to hide what she was doing. Her fingers were flying over her phone keyboard. I set her drink down and waited patiently while she finished her "conversation."
Once she had put her phone down and reclaimed her drink, I spoke up. "Celine, I'm sorry that I've somehow come between you and Vista. But you have to understand that I played no part in her feelings. Yes, I told her how beautiful she is. But, honestly, at my age, any woman who looks twice at me is beautiful. As for today, I invited you here, the same as I've invited Vista, Marcy, Ginger. And there are others. I'm not monogamous; I'm not one to be roped and tied."
"Who the fuck are Marcy and Ginger?"
I laughed out loud. "Honey, I meet new people in every port I visit. The list is endless. Check my phone. My contact list has thousands of entries. The point is that although I may have feelings for Vista, I also have feelings for you. Vista may pine away for me after I'm gone, but she'll get over it.
"I'm more concerned about the damage I've done to your relationship with her. If you think it will help, I'll be happy to invite her here and set her straight. Shit, for that matter, invite her here now. That way we can work through the bullshit and then entertain each other with some pleasure. Nothing would please me more than to have you and Vista on your hands and knees, side-by-side, and let me have my way with your four delightful holes."
Celine sat in silence as she mulled over my speech. She kept sipping her drink as different options popped into her mind. Finally, she picked up her phone, tapped out a short message, hit send and turned off her phone. She gulped down a big slug of her drink, gave a huge sigh and turned towards me. A look of relief and a big smile on her face.
"OK, Captain. I'm all yours. My plan was to fuck you into next Tuesday. If you keep feeding me doubles, I might get you all the way to Thursday. Wanna get started?"
"Music to my ears, First Mate. Let's go below and get 'disrobed'."
Celine was loose but not drunk. With all our clothes still on, she threw her arms around my neck and planted her mouth directly on mine. She was hot to trot, moving faster than me. She smothered me with kisses, getting wetter and sloppier as she went. My hands were busy trying to navigate how to get her damn top untied and on the floor.
When she caught on what I was doing, she broke her kiss, deftly made her top vanish and dropped her shorts. I did likewise. We instantly resumed our kissing, now with our hands busy, too.
At a come up for air break, she sat on the bed and grabbed my cock. She held her lips closed and rubbed his head back and forth on them. Then parted them slightly and slipped just his glans between them. Her lips were warm, wet and exciting. As they encircled just his head, her tongue slipped out to caress his sensitive frenulum.
These were erotic feelings but my rum fueled brain needed more. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled it to me, forcing half my dick into her mouth. "Oh, shit. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck." She started fucking me with her mouth as I encouraged her with my hand on her head.
Once she had him in as far as her deepthroat muscles, she hesitated, grabbing my butt cheeks. She pulled my hips forward, forcing him through that checkpoint as I pulled her head in. She kept him deep in her throat for a long time, then out to his head. Then right back in, all the fucking way.
She repeated this a dozen times sending me into a frenzy. All I wanted to do was piledrive my cock down her throat and fill her belly with cum.
But she had other plans. She pulled her mouth off him and spun me around, pushing me down on the bed. Before I could object, she had mounted me. With her back facing me, she reached between her legs and guided my dick to her wet cunt.
She abruptly sat down on it, sharply, so that my entire shaft disappeared inside. She stayed down, wiggling her hips around and flexed the muscles inside her pussy. It felt like a massage, the muscles contracting and loosening.
She squeezed him like this for a few, then started slow up and down strokes, letting me watch my dick get fucked by her wet pussy. About every fifth stroke, she'd slam down hard, hold it there and work her muscular magic on him. It was truly a mind blowing fuck.
As she was riding him, she looked back at me. "How're we doing back there, Captain? Enjoying the ride? Do I still have time to fuck you with my ass or are you ready to unload now?"
The look on my face must have given her the answer. She quickly raised up, repositioned him with her hand, and forced her anus down on him. The force of her thrust pushed him all the way in. She gasped loudly.
Again, she sat there, my cock fully up her ass, and started tightening and loosening her sphincter muscles. It felt like a cock ring squeezing the base of my dick. Then she repeated the fuck she had given me with her pussy. Up and down, all the way in and out, stopping and applying her sphincter cock ring every so often.
I was watching this play out in real time. I could see her flexing her anus around my shaft when she bottomed out. I could see her asshole lift up off him, then slide back down, making him completely disappear.
Finally, I grabbed her hips. As she made her downward stroke, I pulled her down fast. I used her hips to speed up her fucking strokes. With my help she was soon slamming her butt down on my pelvis rapidly. Our skin slapped against each other, smacking like a hard rain. It was all a blur as my cock met it's match. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, never ending.
When she pulled off, my cum load drained into a pool on my belly. She turned around alternately licking it up and washing my cock off with her mouth.