Chapter 73:
JUST A TITTY FUCK
In the morning, Dani rolled on her side. She gently outlined my nipple, tracing her finger around it in circles. She’d pinch it just to see if I was awake or not. My lustful moans answered her question. Pushing her onto her back, I climbed on and pumped out a quick orgasm, so delightful first thing in the morning.
After the first coffee, I was faced with extricating my Love Boat from the grips of the muddy bottom. After spending the night aground on the soft bottom, I needed to get her free to move on. I dumped the dinghy and maneuvered it in position to push the bow of the boat back toward deeper water. After pushing in a couple of spots, she was floating freely again.
Dani and I resumed our journey toward St. Augustine. It was only about 4 hours distant, a leisurely day on the water. Having Dani aboard proved to be very helpful. I could stay at the helm while she slipped below to fetch water, snacks or whatever we desired. And, of course, she satisfied other desires as well. Although she wasn’t your typical “free use” whore, she was always ready, willing, and able.
We motored on, enjoying the sights passing by in slow motion. We commented on things we were seeing, places we had been, places we wanted to go. Eventually, she told me that the sex we had been enjoying for the past days had ended a long dry spell for her. She didn’t go into much detail other than “a spectacularly failed relationship.”
“Sailor, you’ve reawakened feelings in me that haven’t been felt in many long months. It’s been good, very good. Not only for my body, but for my soul as well. You’ve helped restore the Dani I used to be, fun, carefree, confident, and always horny. Speaking of confidence and horny … I’m confident that I’m horny and carefree enough to want your dick in my mouth. Can we arrange that while you’re at the helm?”
She gave me a mind blowing suck job, causing me to veer off course and almost hit the shore at one point. Her bubble lips were smacking and greasing my cock with her spittle. She was taking my whole dick deep inside and fucking me with her mouth like a pro. At one point, while I was standing at the wheel, Dani was sitting on the bench seat bent over, bobbing her head on my privates. There were houses with private docks lining the shoreline. As we passed by one such private dock, it was filled with several people. An extended family of mom, dad, kids, aunts, uncles, and grandparents, all enjoying a mid-day cookout. As we drifted past with my erect cock sliding in and out of Dani’s mouth, the family all stopped, jaws dropped wide open, staring at our display. I heard one of the younger kids call out “Mommy, what’s that lady doing? Why is his weenie in her mouth? Ewww … gross!!” Such is the life of an itinerant vagabond sailor.
The day was hot. The sun shone down on us brightly and there was nary a puff of wind. The humidity was high, and it felt like we were in an oven. I was in my usual outfit – boxers only. Even without a shirt on, I was sweltering. Poor Dani, carrying the weight of so much female modesty, was nearly fully attired. Sleeveless blouse, brassiere, and shorts nearly to her knees. I could see the beads of sweat on her forehead and her face. Her blouse was drenched, clinging to her body. Feeling sorry for her I offered, “Dani, why don’t you shed your top at least? Release yourself from some of those clothes and cool off a bit. That bra must be hot and chafing.”
“I thought about that, Sailor, but after frightening that little kid a while back, I opted to remain clothed.”
“Now, Dani. Simply because you scarred a five year old for life, that doesn’t mean that you can’t find some relief from this blazing heat. I promise, I won’t tell anyone.”
Dani succumbed and shed at least her blouse and brassiere. I felt a twinge in my cock as she revealed her large black breasts to the world. They were an eye-catching distraction from the drab scenery passing by. I reached over and tugged on one nipple.
“You have awesome boobs, Dani. Great size, nice shape, and those ooh-la-la areolas.” I wrapped my hand around as much of her breast as would fit and squeezed and kneaded. She started fondling her other breast, squeezing, and tweaking her own nipple. Soon her nipples had nearly doubled in size, and she started giving me alluring glances.
Just then, a speedboat roared up from behind us. There was loud music and there were three buff looking guys aboard. They appeared to be college age and none of them had any clothes on except their baggy shorts. When they came even with us one guy shouted to his friends, “Holy shit, dude! Look at the honkers on that babe!” pointing right at Dani. Their boat instantly slowed to a crawl, and they kept even with us. All three guys had their attention riveted on Dani’s spectacular chest. They started catcalling.
“Hey, babe. Bring those hooters over here!” “Nice rack. Can I see them up close?” “I want to suck your boobies, babe! Bring ‘em on!”
Dani recoiled and covered her chest with her arms. I knew that if her face wasn’t black, she would be crimson red. “Now look what you’ve caused, Sailor! A maritime incident! Do something!” As she was pleading with me the guys kept up their catcalls, their speedboat weaving closer to us.
I let out a hearty laugh. “Well, Dani, it appears as if you have three options. Scurry below, and hope they go away, ignore them, and hope they go away, or embrace the challenge and invite your fan club aboard. Let them have a little fun with some well-developed mammary glands. What’s your choice?”
The speedboat was now close enough that one of the guys reached out and grabbed my gunwale. “Hey, pretty lady! We’d love to see those knockers up close! Can we come aboard?”
“Sailor! I don’t know what to do! Help me!”
“I don’t really see the harm in letting a couple of college hunks experience a real woman’s chest. Why don’t we invite them along for a minute. It would thrill me to see them in action, watching as they give you pleasure. I’ll bet that you’d enjoy it more than you realize.”
Among the three guys and me, we got their boat tied alongside the Love Boat, fenders between us. Now rafted together, we towed their boat along at a snail’s pace. They climbed aboard. I suggested that the cockpit probably wasn’t the best spot for them to explore the delights that awaited, and that they all might be more comfortable below. The three guys scurried below, and Dani gave me a mixed emotion stare. Reluctantly, she joined them.
From my vantage point at the helm, I couldn’t clearly see what was going on. I kept hearing the guy’s shout exclamations and Dani making ever increasing sounds of enjoyment. At one point I heard a guy cry out “It’s my turn to fuck those beauties. Move over Stu. Let me get my dick between her tits.”
After an hour, the guys climbed up one by one. They each had a satisfied smile on their face, and their tented baggy shorts had deflated. They climbed back in their speedboat, untied and zoomed away, loud music blasting to announce their presence, high fives all around. Finally, Dani appeared. She was still wiping herself with a washcloth, removing the cum that still hung in long ribbons from her dreadlocks.
Neither of us uttered a word for the next two hours. We just powered along, inching our way to St. Augustine at 5 knots.
An hour away from our destination, I called on the radio to the marina in St. Augustine and reserved a mooring ball. With that taken care of, I turned my attention to my crewmate. “I’m guessing that at least your top half got a good workout today. I was wondering if your bottom half was feeling left out.”
“Actually, Sailor, you were right. Once I got past the weirdness of what was happening, those three studs treated me very well. None of them had ever fucked a nice pair of titties like mine, so I felt good about sharing that with them. And only two of them could keep it up long enough to visit my pussy. One went soft after his titty-fuck and couldn’t get it back up. The other two kept it hard but they just don’t have the same finesse as an older guy, someone like you. So, overall, it was only a half win, I guess.”
“We can pull to the side, drop hook, and finish their work if you’d like. Or we can just keep going until the harbor. Do you have a preference?”
“It really doesn’t matter much to me, Sailor. I was left dangling by their substandard performance with my pussy. Want to see if you can finish the job?”
At the next wide spot, I pulled far to the side, dropped the anchor, and invited Dani to join me below. We embraced and kissed passionately. Our hands explored each other’s body. We fell into bed and fucked each other silly. Me on top. Her on top. The sex was pleasing, satisfying and went on for an hour.
Once we were hooked to the mooring ball in the municipal marina, we drove the dinghy to shore. St. Augustine, billed as the oldest city in the United States, is charming. With so many different cultures having ruled the city over the centuries, every type of cuisine is available. French, Spanish, British … it’s all there, all delicious, but just makes the choice more difficult. We enjoyed a savory repast at a quaint French restaurant from the second floor balcony overlooking the waterfront. Boats of every size and configuration streamed past, just beyond a line of majestic palm trees.
After dinner we strolled down St. George Street, a pedestrian way lined with shops and crowded with tourists. We bought ice cream and looked in the store windows at all the souvenir junk as well as the fine art in the upscale galleries. We ambled along, arm-in-arm, like lovers enamored with each other. When the sun set, we returned to the boat, sharing a mellow glow between us. The Black Russian drink we enjoyed, snuggled up close to each other in the cockpit gazing at the stars, capped off a banner day.
When we retired for the night after such a tiring day in the heat, I realized that Dani would disembark in the morning. This was my last night with her, probably forever. I wanted to leave her with a lasting memory. With no conversation, no foreplay, I twisted around and buried my face in her magnetic snatch. I enjoyed an hour with my fingers and my mouth taking her from one screaming orgasm to the next. Once she reached her limit, we curled up into each other, fitting together nicely as spoons do. The gentle rocking of the boat took us to a visit with the sandman in no time.
