As I prepared to cast off for parts unknown, I had made all preparations except food and fuel. And I still wanted to say my goodbyes to my local lovers. Marcy had been so accommodating by giving my passengers jobs, I owed her a special thanks.
The problem with Marcy was finding time on her busy schedule. Running a popular hot spot restaurant single handedly was more than a full-time job. She rarely had a day off. I checked the restaurant web page and discovered that it didn't open until noon on Sundays. Maybe that was it. A Sunday morning date. Worth a try.
It was Friday, just after 9 a.m., before the restaurant opened. I called hoping for the best. It went to a pre-recorded "restaurant not open, call back, hours are" blah, blah, blah. I knew that if you pressed certain digits, it would bypass the recording. But what digits, what sequence? Fuck. So I just started pressing random numbers, pound sign, whatever.
Suddenly, a human voice. "Hello?" I knew that I wouldn't get through to Marcy as just her friend Sailor calling, so I lied.
"Yeah, this is Gary calling from your supplier. We're having an issue with your rush order. Marcy said to call with an update but I lost her direct number. Can you put me through to her, please. She's waiting for this call."
"Please hold."
"This is Marcy. What is this about?"
"Oh, thank God. It worked. You are one difficult lady to get through to. Incredibly beautiful and sexy but impossible to reach."
"Sailor! You asshole! Leave it to you, my God, the world would be one big toga party! What the fuck do you want now?"
"That's no way to talk to an old friend and lover, especially one who's kissed your ass. I mean literally kissed your asshole!"
"You are too much, you old fart! And don't forget - I've kissed yours, too! Works both ways, chump. Now, do you need bail money or are you just looking for a blowjob? I've got a couple servers who can do the blowjob thing."
"Thanks but just text me their numbers, huh? Seriously, Marcy, I'm planning to cast off soon. I haven't gotten to see you much and you did me a huge favor. I'd really like to see you once more before I go. You deserve an extra special thank you. The restaurant doesn't open until noon on Sunday. Any chance you could spend a couple hours with me Sunday morning? Like a sunrise date?"
"Hmmm .... Let me think. Sunday is our big brunch day, uber busy. But my kitchen staff is pretty well seasoned now. I think they could get by without me for a few hours on Sunday. Sure, Sailor. You're on. Sunday at ...?"
"Let's make it coffee at 8."
I spent Saturday grocery and booze shopping. And doing several loads of laundry. Especially the bedding. The sheets were getting pretty nasty, spots of dried cum and sex juices all over. I missed having a First Mate to handle such chores.
My alarm started banging me in the head at 6:30 a.m. Sunday morning. I'm definitely not a morning person. I wanted some extra time to come alive. I got coffee brewing, a very high morning priority. I sat topside waiting for my guest to arrive.
Seeing Marcy saunter down the dock, I had flashbacks of our time together years ago. We had had such a blissful, erogenous, hedonistic adventure cruising through the Bahamas and the Caribbean on my Love Boat.
"Greetings, my sexy vixen! Please, please come aboard! Damn, you look ravishing today! Did you do something to your hair, or lose weight? You look delicious enough to eat!"
"Oh, please, Sailor. It’s the same old frumpy me. And you're unusually chipper at such an early hour. What gives?"
"It's all you, Marcy. I've been up drinking coffee anticipating your visit for hours. And I didn't even jack off this morning. Thought I'd save myself for the sexiest creature on earth."
I brought some coffee, some orange juice, a plate of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and bowls of fresh cut fruit to the cockpit. "I have champagne if you'd like to turn that OJ into a mimosa."
"I'd dearly love to but I have a full day of work ahead of me, Sailor. But thanks for the offer."
As we quietly ate our al fresco breakfast, we couldn't take our eyes off each other. You could feel the sexual tension building with every passing moment.
I spoke first. "All day yesterday as I was preparing to see you again, my mind kept reviewing our time together. It broke my heart when we split but at least it was on amicable terms. I don't recall us ever having a fight like so many couples. My trip down memory lane included a jog down a fork in the road. What if ... just what if we had stayed together?"
"I must admit, Sailor, that since you've been back in town I, too, have waxed nostalgic on occasion. That was a blissful time in our lives, unforgettable. And I, too, have pondered what it would have been like had we remained together.
"Looking at our lives now, you're a complete vagabond, a true free spirit. And me! Oh, shit. What a mess! I've been divorced so many times I have my lawyer on speed dial! I seriously doubt we would be a happily married couple with a handful of grandkids."
"Maybe. We'll never know. But I can't shake the loss of all those years without your firm breasts, the aroma of the nicest cunt ever, your tantalizing, tightly puckered asshole. I guess part of it was your willingness to share your gifts so freely with me. You never once said no to me and often you were the instigator. Those are the memories I cherish."
"You've got me going now, Sailor. Let's go below and make some new entries into our log book."
Our embrace was warm, our kisses tender, the caresses gentle. We were content just holding each other close, pressing our lips together and softly exploring each others bodies. Her touch was electric. She made me tingle as she rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. My gentle fondling of her boobs had produced stand up nipples.
Casually, as familiar lovers in anticipation, we disrobed. There was no hormone fueled teenage frenzy. Only the mature desire to sample the best of what was to come.
Stark naked, we embraced again. Skin-to-skin now everything was amplified. Our kisses were more sensuous. Her electric touch sparked a more intense response. When neither of us could hold off any longer, we tumbled onto the bed.
She on her back, me on my stomach. I was between her legs, my face ready to savor her delicious pussy. I pushed her thighs apart as she rotated her hips up. She knew what was coming and wanted to expose herself to it fully. Her anticipation, her expectation turned me on. Very sexy girl.
I licked the accumulated nectar that was seeping from her pussy. When my tongue parted her lips I was rewarded with a glistening, wet cunt, ready for my tongue lashing. I finished drinking in her wetness before I concentrated on her joy button. It was a bit oversized, easy to find and manipulate.
I made my tongue hard and pointy. I stabbed at her clit with it eliciting sucked in breath. Then I planted my open mouth on her erect clit, covering the whole thing. My tongue went to town. It was having a field day working her engorged clit. My lips assisted, alternately sucking and squeezing.
She must have been in the mood, because before I could even get my fingers in play, she had one of her remarkable, trademark orgasms. Her whole body shook and vibrated as she screamed out "Oh, oh, OHHH!" After that earthquake, I wrapped her clit in my lips and very gently circled it with my soft tongue.
"My God, Sailor. You'd be a millionaire if you had been charging for that all these years. You give the best head job of anybody I've ever met."
"I am a millionaire but I made it using my tongue to speak, not to twiddle clits! But I appreciate the compliment. Now, how about you earn a million or two using your asshole as expertly as you can."
"On my back, on top, or on my knees?"
"Your choice, Marcy. It's delightful in any position."
She whipped around positioning her ass at the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. "I figure this will make you want to deposit millions into my account. You'll have access to two holes!"
Standing behind her the view was incredible. Her rounded ass, her parted legs, the sight of her holes just waiting for some action. I pulled her cheeks apart and enveloped her anus with my lips. Then I licked her wet, hairy slit, ending in a rim job on her puckered anus. She was moaning, groaning and twitching her hips.
"Shit, that feels so fucking good. I love it when you mouth my butt and tongue fuck my asshole. It sends shivers down my spine." With this encouragement, I held off entering her. I stepped up my ass play, tonguing her tight hole, slobbering all over it, rubbing my face in her crack.
Marcy must have been really horny because she exploded in another orgasm. Oh, oh, OHHH! Just from some mild ass play. Damn, she was sexy and on fire today!
When her twitching, jerking and vibrating subsided, I lubed up. Pressing my swollen glans against her crinkled tight anus, I pushed him in. She let out a gasp of pure ecstasy. I slowly worked him until I had spread her asshole open wide enough to take the whole thing in.
Holding her hips, I began a slow, deliberate march toward nirvana. Long, slow strokes ending with my balls against her pussy lips. At the bottom of the stroke I'd pause, pumping a little and wiggling him around deep up her ass. Her moans signaled that she was enjoying this as much as I was. The only difference being that I got to watch my cock slide deep into her ass.
With both holes so readily available, I switched from her ass to her cunt. Very different feelings, yet equally satisfying. In no hurry, I continued my slow journey toward the ultimate goal. But watching, being able to see my dick sliding in and out, coupled with the sight of her gaping asshole just above, soon achieved their purpose.
With my cock still fucking her sloppy pussy, I pulled her hips back and thrust my dick in deep. It only took a few strokes before she was rewarded with a pussy full of my jism.
As we dressed, her expression turned mournful. "This has been a thoroughly delightful tête-à-tête, Sailor. I'm so thankful that you reached out to me. But I'm fearful that I'll never see you again. Will you make it a point to come visit again? Soon, please?"
"I'll certainly do my best, Marcy. But you know how it is living on a boat. No guarantees, no promises."