Chapter 10: Home Port

It has been three and a half weeks since we left our home port and we are a little tired. After our first stops on St. Kitt and Antigua, we visited Guadeloupe, Dominica, Martinique, S. Lucia, Barbados, St. Vincent, and Grenada. After a while, each island looked just like all the others. Well, that isn’t exactly true. Each of the islands had specific points of interest that made stopping at each one worthwhile. But there was nothing spectacular enough to make me want to make this voyage again.

I began to wonder if our guests on Paradise Islands would ever become as jaded as I have become. Would they get tired of our resort and decide to stop coming and find a new place to go for their rest and recreation.

I brooded over this question until I realized that our guests didn’t come to our island resorts for a tourist experience. They came to our resorts for the privacy we provided and to safely indulge in the lifestyle of their choice.

I awoke this morning with Ann on my right and Alara on my left. Their heads were resting on my shoulders, arms on my chest, and they each had a leg over mine. My free hands were roaming over the soft naked skin of their backs.

Last night we celebrated our first voyage as a group on Paradijs II. Maybe celebrated is a little tame. We had an all-out, no holds barred, orgy. Twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes was the norm. Blowjobs, pussy eating and fucking abounded. The women even had two bowls of pills available that the men could use to keep their cocks up and ready. By 2am, even the pills weren’t sufficient to keep the men hard. The women were still high on endorphins. They wanted one more cum. A seven-woman daisy chain provided that opportunity.

A call over the intercom disrupted my thoughts of last night.

“We are one hour away from our home port,” Boris announced.

Paradijs II glided through the narrows between Pineapple Island and the maintenance island. Boris had shut down the big Cat diesel engines in favor of using the electric motors that powered our docking thrusters.

The waters in the lagoon were smooth and the color was an aqua marine. The restocking of supplies to each resort was completed during the night and employee shift changes were finished over an hour ago.

The sun was just coming up over the horizon when Boris adjusted our position and began the slow movement backwards toward our home dock at the new marina.

Unlike our send-off, the only people waiting for us to complete our docking procedures were Lizzy and her family, Gracie and her family, and Jon and Abby Thornbill.

As soon as we debarked, three-year-old Roger was running as fast as his little legs would take him. My wife only had a moment to drop to one knee and clutch her grandson in her arms. Seconds later, Lizzy wrapped her arms around her son and her mother.

The same scenario was played out between Martha, her granddaughter Beth and her daughter, Gracie.

Carmen was a little sad until her sons, Jose and Juan, wrapped their arms around her.