Chapter 6

I had spent the entire winter in the Caribbean operating principally out of Port-au-Prince but taking charters wherever I thought there was good money. I missed out a few days but stayed reasonably busy and made enough to keep up the payments on the boat, pay for my living expenses, and put a little aside in the bank for my future.

With the tourist trade easing in the islands in early May, I reprovisioned my boat, purchased and stepped a new mast to replace one that had developed a hairline crack in the base, and paid my last mooring fees. At the beginning of the third week of the month, I set sail through the islands, up to the Atlantic coast of Florida and thus along the coast to the cape.

When I arrived about 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon, my slip was waiting for me and the harbor master greeted me like the friend that he was. I bought him a beer and we caught up on happenings from the winter. Then I walked the short distance to my little house and started the process of opening and airing it to make it livable again.

It wasn't until Monday morning that I went down to the Post Office to collect my mail. Most of it was junk mail — ads for this thing or another — with a couple of small bills thrown in and a letter in a little blue envelope with the soft scent of some sort or flowers. There was no return address.

As soon as I got back home, I opened the blue envelope. It was a little note from Ellie Dupont asking me to give her a call as soon as I was back and settled in. She wanted to take a cruise as soon as possible and she would be bringing a guest. That made me wonder if she had found a serious male companion over the winter.

I decided it might be a little early for her so I puttered around the house for a while. Then when I took a break for lunch, I pulled out my cell phone and called her.

"Hello, Ellie. It's Tom Cook."

"Oh, hello, Captain. It's so good to hear from you."

"You, too. I got your note."

"Oh, yes! I had almost forgotten. I was wondering when you would be available for a first cruise this season."

"Well, I just got back yesterday, but I'm ready any time you'd like."

"Good. How about tomorrow?"

"That will be good. I'll plan to see you and your guest at the marina at... noonish?"

"That sounds good. We'll see you then, Captain."

That was good. Even if I had lost a lover, I hoped to maintain my income with the regular cruises for the ladies. That certainly would make my life easier.

Early the next morning, I went down to the local market to stock up my galley with fresh steaks, potatoes, salad ingredients and a number of other foods. I even had to hire one of their bagboys to help me carry my purchases to the boat.

After stowing everything in the galley, I went topside and got out the high pressure hose and washed down the entire boat, knocking off the accumulated salt from the previous week's trip up the coast. Then putting the hose away, I got out the brass polish and polished up all of the metal fixtures. By the time I finished, the boat was looking brand new.

I had just stowed my cleaning supplies when I heard Ellie hail me from the dock.

"Hello, Captain."

"Hello, Mrs. DuPont. It is good to see you," I said, coming around the side of the cabin. I stopped, not a little surprised. Instead of being accompanied by a man, her companion was another woman — a younger woman.

"May we come aboard, Captain?"

"Oh! Pardon me. Yes, please. Let me help you." I scurried to the gangplank to offer a steadying hand. As soon as Ellie was on the deck, I turned to her beautiful companion and offered my hand.

"Welcome aboard."

"Thank you, Captain. I've heard a lot of good things about your cruises."

She was a beauty! I guessed she was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. She had long blonde hair, the kind that might or might not be real, a fabulous face, breasts large enough to push out the darts in her white blouse, a wonderful round ass that seemed alive when she walked, and long tanned legs that seemed to go up to her throat. She was obviously physically active, with enough muscle tone in those legs to give me an image of a very mobile tennis player.

"Only good things, I hope."

She laughed, the sound of music, "Yes, Captain. My mother has told me only good things about you."

"Oh? Then you're one up on me because she didn't tell me about you."

She laughed again. "I'm Mom's only daughter, Sammie — Samantha — van Roth."

"Oh? Married, I guess."

"No, Captain. Divorced. We didn't exactly get along. It was stormy while it lasted and then we decided to go different directions."

"I'm sorry about that, Mrs. van Roth."

"Please... call me Sammie. I hate that Mrs. thing, especially now."

"Okay, I'll try to remember, Sammie. Let me show you around."

Ellie had been waiting quietly but with a smile. She gave an approving nod and followed us around the boat. We ended up in the cabin, where I showed Sammie where she could stow her bag and make herself comfortable while I went back on deck to get us underway.

I had cast off, backed out of the slip and motored about halfway to the breakwater when the ladies came back on deck. Both of them were wearing string bikinis that showed their assets nicely. I couldn't keep from getting a hard-on almost immediately.

Sammie came over to the cockpit and watched, checking all the gauges and instruments, asking a few questions. She said she was familiar with smaller sailing vessels but not one with so many "bells and whistles." The automatic winches for the various sails intrigued her as did the autopilot. I gave her a quick rundown on how the autopilot worked, based on the course set into the computer, taking into consideration the conditions of the sea.

As we neared the mouth of the harbor, she took a towel and went up on the cabin deck to lay out in the sun. With Ellie on the other side, Sammie picked the side just in front of the pilot's station and lay on her stomach watching our progress, a position that suited me just fine. It left me looking right up between those luscious long legs of hers into the small green patch of material that covered her most secret place.

A quarter-mile out into open seas, I flipped switches that began setting canvas and the big cat heeled over a bit as the wind bit into the sails. I noticed Sammie drop her head to rest on her crossed arms and assumed she was dozing off. Ellie was in a similar position but I noticed her eyes watching me, a lazy smile on her face. I wondered what she was thinking.

A little bit later as the autopilot jibed to keep running into the wind, I noticed Sammie pull the strings that tied her bikini. Then she rolled over onto her back, leaving her naked body exposed to the sun. I stared for a few seconds and then had to turn away in an effort to take the pressure off the crotch of my shorts.

When I looked back up, ostensibly to verify that we were still running clear, Sammie had spread her legs in a scissors shape, opening her baby's butt bare pussy to my gaze. I lifted my line of sight and saw her looking at me.

"Captain, when my mother told me about you, she told me ALL about you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I know the kinds of services you provided to my mother and her friends."

"You do?"

"Of course I do. Would you be interested in giving me the same kind of services?"

"If... if you would like," I stuttered.

"What would you like, Captain?"

"I would like to taste that," I said, nodding toward her pussy.

"Why not?" she asked, scooting down on the deck toward the pilot's station. She stopped with her pussy just inches from the lip of the cabin deck.

By bending just a little, I put my forearms under her legs, lifting her body toward my salivating mouth and let the tip of my tongue taste her wet folds. She tasted sweet/tart and smelled even sweeter, like the beginnings of a season's magnolia blossoms — good enough to eat.