Chapter 18: Buying a Boat

There were sandwiches, snacks, and a complete booze bar. Jenny was reading a book on Kindle. I opened the ‘new to me’ laptop. Nobody was nearby, so the laptop asked me if it should address me as Tom, Thomas, or Thomas Morgan.

I sent mentally, “Tom is good. Should I address you as laptop, boat, or sailboat?”

That’s how I became Tom, and that’s how I started addressing it as Sailboat. We had our mental communication protocols established.

I screwed around looking at videos of the HH 52 sailboat online. One of the things Drozul had sent was the broker’s website link. I spent a lot of time drooling over 20 pictures of the boat.

Sweet, the boat has tons of room, and I liked the interior a lot. Many interiors are luxurious dark wood, which is too depressing for me. It may be luxurious fine wood, but all the dark wood gets to be a maintenance chore. I don’t want to spend my time dealing with that. The depressing part is it’s simply not cheerful; it gets very gloomy after a while.

We had left in the afternoon from San Diego in the HondaJet, so we arrived in Providence in the middle of the night. Good thing we had two pilots. They traded off driving as we flew east. Our itinerary had two rooms reserved at the nearby Hilton, one for them and one for us. The pilots, Jenny, and I shared a van to the Hilton and got ourselves checked in.

The following day, after a late breakfast, we left the pilots and drove a rental car to Newport. At 11:00, we were waiting in the lawyer’s office. We were shown in and met the lawyer overseeing the transfer.

The yacht broker and the boat’s owner, Connie Hunter, were both there. Her father was the one who had passed away. I looked everything over with Ships-Beings and Drozul watching, ensuring it was correct.

Connie is around 5’ 6” and maybe 150 or so pounds. She’s a blonde with a round face and delicate features. She is a very classy lady and personable if reserved. We are strangers, so that is understandable. I avoided touching her so she didn’t get muddled.

After a few minutes of discussion with the realtor, we left for the boat. There, I inspected everything. The boat was named Nauti Buoy. A tongue-in-cheek play on words. The boat had been professionally inspected and was underwritten, so I was happy with the big boat.

As I went around with my laptop in my briefcase. Everything I looked at was passed directly to Drozul and Co. In the end, they were pleased.

I found out later that Drozul & Co. were looking at Nauti Buoy’s very own design drawings. They had hacked HH to get them.

We signed the papers, and the lawyer affixed his notary seal to the deal. They would have the boat re-registered in my name in Florida. No use remaining up here. I did not plan to keep a sailboat in snow country.

Jenny asked Connie if Connie would like to have supper with us. I suspected Jenny’s AI at Drozul’s prompting had something to do with the invitation.

Connie said, “That would be nice.” She sighed, “I really am going to miss the Nauti Buoy.”

I said, “I have never dined around here. Where do you think we should go?”

We settled on a seafood place not far away from the boat. The important part was that Jenny kissed her when she said she would go out to eat with us.

Jenny and I got feedback from Drozul. He wanted us to feel Connie out and see if she wanted to go south with us. Drozul had temporarily arranged a berth at a yacht club in Ft. Lauderdale.

We may revisit that later. There are always lovely homes with spots where you can tie up a sailboat or motor yacht. Why pay for a berth?

Over dinner, Jenny mentioned we needed to learn how to get food onto the boat efficiently. Getting Nauti Buoy ready to head to Ft. Lauderdale may take us several days. Connie stuck herself in there and promised to come over early in the morning and help us.

Drozul told me, “Connie Hunter is 39 years old and a lost soul. Her mother ran off when she was a sophomore in high school. Her father became very depressed, and Connie just took over caring for him. She did the cooking and cleaning and provided company. They both loved each other.”

He said, “He eventually got better, but she never went out and started a life entirely of her own. Connie and her dad, William Hunter, were both happy with things as they were. She was always his little girl. You could or should bring her into your fold. She has some money, but she has never worked a day, ever. We can see she is a lost soul.”

As the girls chatted on, Drozul and I continued.

Drozul said, “What did you think of the HondaJet Elite II. She’s three years old and has recently had her engines overhauled. A good deal.”

I said, “I can’t fly that.”

He said, “Ha! We can add an AI to fly it for you and fudge the paperwork.”

I said, “No, I would not be comfortable with that. An example is Truck. I had to collect the parking ticket to collect her. AIs are great 99% of the time, but life here requires a person occasionally.”

He said, “The pilots, the Baxters are available. I was teasing you. They actually own the plane. You could get a long-term lease or hire them as your pilots. Just say the word.”

I said, “OK, let’s pursue this. I liked not getting in a long, crowded tube full of stinking, coughing people.”

He said, “Alright, I will put that in motion.”

The women had become quiet. I looked at them and said, “What?”

Jenny said, “Welcome back, Tom. I was telling Connie we had not found a room here yet. It’s senseless for us to drive back and forth to Providence. She has said we could stay with her for a couple of days.”

Drozul said, “Aha, the plot thickens. This may be a good opportunity.”

I said, “That would be more convenient. We could learn a little more about the Nauti Buoy if we stay a day or two.”

Connie said, “God, I could talk about Nauti Buoy for days. She is so fast. We spent last summer in the British Virgin Islands. You can’t tell by looking at me, but I have a great all-over tan. Everyone goes topless down there when they are out on their boats.” She smiled mischievously.

Jenny said, “Oh my,” while covering her mouth with one hand.

I looked at Connie’s chest and said, “I wish I had been there.”

She giggled and said, “You just keep wishing, big fellow.” I knew she was flirting.

I told Jenny that we would sleep separately tonight. When we arrived at her house, we were shown the bedrooms and bathrooms. Connie left us in our bedrooms.

I had a quick shower and turned in. Not long after, there was a quiet knock at the door. I looked up, and Connie was there wearing a short nightgown.

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I feel the need to be held and cuddled. No sex, just some cuddling if that’s OK with you.”

I said, “That would be very nice. So that you know, I only have my boxers on.”

I showed her my state by moving the covers down, aside her my bare chest to my knees.”

She said, “That’s even better for cuddling.”

She pulled her short nightgown over her head and laid it on the dresser as she joined me. The light was weak, but she looked to have an excellent hourglass shape in her high-cut bikini panties.

As she got in and wrapped herself around me, I felt she was moderately plush. She is athletic, feeling underneath her lovely feminine padding. I reasoned her softness may be due to her age. I liked her upturned nose; it’s adorable.

Connie draped herself over me, and we held each other. We occasionally touched each other in loving ways, not sexual at all. She was soon blanked and muddled by my hormones.

I kissed her. She passively kissed for a few moments, and we began kissing more ardently. In no time, she was draped over me, and we were kissing so hard we were nose-breathing. Our mouths are very busy just breathing. We were busy exploring each other.

Connie snaked a leg over my thigh, and I grabbed her ass and pulled her over onto my leg. She started a gentle, undulating motion on my thigh. I had my hands inside her panties and pulled her butt cheeks apart with a steady rhythm as she started to hump my leg.

I soon felt she was leaving a damp feeling in my leg, and her scent filled the air. It was delicate, just enough that I knew she was in need.

Her legs were wide apart as she humped me, so I was able to get my hands deeper into her panties. I managed to get my fingers on her pussy from behind. I did not try to enter it; I just used my fingers to massage and gently pull at her outer lips.

She mewled and murmured into my mouth as she moved against my leg, and I continued to tug at her labia.

Her body froze, and I heard, “Oh, oh, oh, oh ... Ohhhyeeees.”

Her body shook for a minute, and I felt a hot heat on my leg as she abruptly loosened on me. The kisses she had pretty much controlled became sweet and tender. That was good, as she had gotten rough there kissing for a bit.

I said, “Drozul, please tighten up her beasts. Bring her nipples up at least an inch higher, and make her waist narrower.”

He said, “Got it, Tom, will do. I’ll be sure to smooth out any skin issues, too. By morning, she will look 20ish and be a real babe. She is quite pretty, isn’t she?”

I said, “She’s very nice to look at over the table, and she smiles readily. She’s not quite gorgeous, maybe elegant or lovely would be more the right description.”

Connie had just stopped. She felt me down below and knew I was rock-hard.