I take a sexy, black hottie on a two day adventure, getting to ravish each other, no holds barred.
Chapter 72:
AN EXPERIENCED CREW
I had only paid for three nights dockage in Daytona Beach, and I had to leave my marina on the Halifax River by noon. Headed north from Daytona, it's 20 miles (4 hrs.) to Flagler Beach, 50 miles (all day) to St. Augustine. I figured I'd get a leisurely start mid-morning and see how far I got. That's one of the beauties about living aboard: you can simply drop anchor just about anywhere. That gave me a few hours in the morning to get ready.
I grabbed my gym bag for a shower and headed for the Captain’s Lounge. The complicated coffee machine was my draw, but seeing Dani standing there working it was my payoff.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Dani. I haven’t tried this contraption on my own yet. Would you mind making me one, too?”
“Good morning, Sailor. Of course, I’d be pleased to service your habit. Here, take this cup.”
“Thanks. I need to shower now before, uh … what’s checkout time here? 11 or noon? Do you know?”
“I think it’s 11, but seriously, Sailor. You know how marinas are. What are they going to do? Cut your mooring lines? You still have time for your shower. Could probably even get a load of laundry done.”
“You’re right, Dani. But my plan is to cast off by lunchtime. Take two days to St. Augustine, not in a hurry trying to do it in one long-ass day.”
You could see Dani working on something upstairs. She cast her eyes up toward the corner, curled her plump lips inward. “Hmmm … St. Augustine in two days, huh?” She paused before looking at me, locking eyes. “You want a crew to get you to St. Augustine? I can only go that far. Take a bus home. You in, Sailor?”
Wow. I didn’t see that coming. She was looking at me through eyes held wide open, expectant, inviting. I weighed the situation. I must have hesitated too long because her full lips parted, she flashed a bright white smile and pleaded, “Weelllll…?”
“Oh, sorry. I was weighing the options. Certainly, of course, Dani. It would be an honor to have you crew up to St. Augustine. When can you be ready?”
All during my shower I counted my blessings. I was going to spend two days with a delightful woman. Stunning good looks, her skin as dark as cocoa chocolate, the plumpest lips made for wet, sloppy kissing, and a solid, killer body. I had fucked her the day before in the ocean on our beach outing. Her pussy was big. Reliving our ocean fuck and fantasizing about what was in store got my attachment standing up hard. With my soapy hand I stroked myself, visions of carnal delights in my head. My hand slipped rapidly up and down on my staff until I spurted on the shower wall. I was looking forward to having crew aboard, especially Dani.
The next couple of hours are a blur, a whirlwind of action getting my Love Boat seaworthy and Dani moved aboard. We pulled out of the marina and back into the “Ditch” just before noon. It felt nice to have a companion, especially another boater. But that’s a two edged sword. Other boaters know from experience what to do in any given situation. But having that knowledge, you become aware that they are silently critiquing your every move as captain.
The weather was solid, the boat behaved beautifully, and Dani and I shared snacks and refreshments as we motored along. We exchanged many stories of our boating mishaps. Some funny, some dangerous, some commonplace. There’s an adage that if you’ve never run aground or hit a dock, you’re not really a boater. As the day wore on, I began considering our options. We could go into Flagler Beach and see what was available, or we could just pull over and drop hook. I consulted with my crew.
“Say, Dani. We have our choice: we can go on into Flagler, or, come look at the charts. See how the river opens into a wide spot on one side, large enough for boats to anchor in, but not deep enough. The chart just shows ‘Shoals.’ We could try to anchor there, maybe even do a soft grounding. What’s your vote?”
“Sailor, you’re the captain and it’s your boat. You take us wherever you decide. If it were my boat, however, I’d anchor out and avoid ‘The City'.”
When we got to the wide spot, I steered my Love Boat toward the edge of the dredged channel until I felt the first gentle bottom bounce. I had Dani, standing ready on the foredeck, drop anchor immediately. I knew I was aground. I silenced the shallow water alarm and saw that I was in 4 ½ feet of water. The bottom was soft mud and silt, so this was a "soft" grounding. I could push my boat free using my dinghy. A "hard" grounding requires a more powerful tow boat to wrench my 16,000 pound boat free from the grasp of the bottom.
It was still a few hours before dark time. “How about going below and rustling up some cocktail hour goodies, Dani? Earn your keep as crew, huh? I’ll have a four-finger pour of your finest scotch, please.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!”
I heard her down below banging cabinets and snooping around, finding things. I climbed below to assist. She was in the galley, her back to me. I slid in behind her and wrapped my arms around hers, pressing my body tight and grabbing one of her large boobs. As I nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking, she wiggled with a resounding “Ooohhh…. That feels delicious.”
“Come on, babe. We’ve got time for a quickie before official sundowner time.” I squeezed her breast and pushed my pelvis against her soft rear.
The sex quickly became more than a quickie. After we enjoyed a standard missionary coupling, we both tried out our oral skills. Her pussy was delightful. Hairy, big, fat lips, and deep, almost bottomless. She had no trouble accepting my fat boy earlier and I enjoyed having my face explore her private area. It was still wet from our fucking and cleaning up my cum leftovers was a joy. As I rubbed my bearded face throughout her fuckbox she moaned about how my beard stimulated her sensitive inner thighs and her tender inner labia.
Then came her turn. She reset on her knees between my legs. Holding my cock between her fingers, she looked at me. Her attractive dark chocolate face, her oversized lips, and her knowing brown eyes captivated me. Before she started, she said, “I hope you enjoy my talents. God blessed me with these lips for a reason.” She licked her puffy lips and placed then, still closed, on the tip of my hard cock. She rubbed him across her lips, getting him wet and ready. Her technique was unorthodox using just her massive lips to envelope my glans. She worked it in and out extending downward to involve my touchy spot. It was a delightful feeling, and she hadn’t gotten her tongue into play yet! She kept it up, taking him in deeper with each bob of her head. The spit started to cover everything, making for a much sought after wet blowjob. Her tongue had now found my frenulum and the combination of her sloppy lips, her warm mouth, and her tongue, all working in tandem on my dick achieved its intended effect. My orgasm was strong, and my ejaculate spilled into her mouth. With a big gulp she asked, somewhat rhetorically, “Well, captain … how’d I do?”
After our exploits, we retired to the cockpit for official sundowner time. As we sat together, we sipped our drinks, nibbled on the munchies she had prepared, and watched an amazing sunset. The sky was ablaze in color, perfectly spaced clouds making it look like a picture postcard. Sitting with Dani, enjoying the finer things in life, I counted my blessings. This is the dream about the boating life that few get to enjoy.
After dinner, Dani dutifully washed the dishes. It was ultra nice to have crew to tend to my least favorite activities. She dried her hands and came to sit by me on the settee. “I hope you’re not regretting your decision, captain. I know it was an imposition and a bit forward of me to invite myself along.”
“No regrets, Dani. It’s been wonderful to have you along. You’re certainly easy on the eyes, you pitch in as you should, and the extracurriculars ….” I trailed off as I pulled her head toward me, joining lips. Her large lips made for some arousing kissing. We stayed that way until my boner was wailing for relief. Our sensuous kissing and roaming hands had gotten him in the starting gate, flexing and eager to go. We broke to explore what was next.
“Captain, after we introduced our bits to each other at the beach, I felt a different fullness with you. It wasn’t just the size of your cock, which is plentiful I might add. There was something else there, an inside feeling, a longing maybe. I can’t describe it clearly but that’s why I invited myself along. I wanted more of whatever you’ve got that fulfilled me.”
“That’s interesting, Dani. I’m just an old vagabond still searching for that elusive mermaid. I take whatever pleasure I can find wherever I am. No hidden tricks up my sleeve, no hidden agenda. What you see is what you get.”
“Well, Captain, I hope I get what I see dancing around in your shorts. Let’s get those boxers off and see what happens.”
When we stood to disrobe, I told her, “Let me do this. Just stand there while I disrobe you. It’s one of my kinks.”
I began undressing her. I took my time to caress each area as it was revealed. Her shirt off with her bra still in place allowed me to wipe my hand freely on her back, her arms, and her belly. I slipped my hand inside her bra cup, tweaking her nipple to a squeal and a shudder. Once I had her bra removed, I worshiped her generous breasts. Firm nipples, oversized areolas, and soft mounds of flesh made for a delightful playground for my lips, tongue, and teeth. I’d gather one in my hands and hold it while my mouth savored the moment.
The loss of her shorts allowed me free reign to touch and pet her shapely legs, hips, and derriere. I pushed her legs apart, giving me access to enjoy rubbing her pussy. It was exhilarating to swipe my hand in her full bush, feeling between her lips, realizing how wet she was. Having had the pleasure of opening that door, I wanted to explore her last remaining orifice. Her asshole.
“Dani, you’ve got me all worked up now. Let me get some lube. I’d like to sample what I’ve been dying to experience since I met you. Your choice: either on your back with your wares at the edge, or on all fours.”
I was pleased when she lay on her back. The lube covered my cock, and a generous glob was dropped on her puckered target. With no fanfare, I pressed my rod on her hole, tightly squeezed shut. With some forceful lunges, it entered her constricted passage. Her whelp confirmed that she was feeling my girth now inside. It took a dozen pushes before he was fully enveloped. Ass fucking is sublime, and her hole reinforced those feelings. Very tight at first, loosening as I slid my man in and out. Eventually, I adjusted my stance and picked up the pace until I was thrashing and pounding her. Her reaction was one of joy, pleasure, and acceptance. When I switched to her pussy, she moaned a soft “Ahhh … there it is.” Relief was moments away.
As I had discovered in our first encounter in the ocean, Dani’s pussy was generous and deep. Being sloppy and wet from having me in her ass, it welcomed my cock, spreading wide open almost instantly. She was hungry and so was I. Starting slowly, I soon found myself jackhammering her cunt, my balls spanking against her ass, my thighs slapping against hers. My thrusts were rocking her body and her now flattened boobs were wiggling around like bowls of jelly. As I pounded her, I grabbed and twisted her fleshy mounds, tweaking her nipples. After having her ass, I didn’t last long. Buckets of cum spewed out, filling her pussy. I got an erotic eyeful watching it drain from her hole, seeping down her ass crack and disappearing onto the sheets below.