Chapter 7: First Cruise

Ann and I were lying on either side of our young, naked nymph. Her body was limp from the six orgasms she had experienced during the last hour and a half.

My wife and I were lightly tracing our fingertips over Ela’s naked body when there was a knock on our door. Without thinking, I said, “Enter.”

The door opened and Boris, our yacht’s captain and Ela’s father, entered. He looked at the three naked bodies on the bed before returning his concentration to his daughter. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing normally. She had a megawatt smile on her face despite the fact that her breasts were covered in hickeys and her tender, shaved pussy was red and swollen.

Boris stood there for several seconds before a broad grin came to his face.

“Ma’am, Sir, everyone is onboard. Do you wish to set sail?

It had already been decided that our first cruise would be part business and part fun.

The fun part of the cruise was easy.

The triad of the Moran, Svenson, and Martinez families had, long ago, decided that any triad member could participate in sexual activities with any other triad member anytime, anyway, anywhere, anytime.

Triad members can have sexual relations with employees as long as it does not interfere with their work time duties.

The business part of the cruise was two-fold.

First was to determine the business model that other marinas and charter yachts used on a daily basis. The second was to identify any activities or amenities that we could incorporate into our own marina and charters.

Our itinerary would be to cruise south to St. Kitts, west to Antigua, south to Guadeloupe, Dominica, Martinique, St. Lucia, Barbados, St. Vincent, and Grenada before returning home.

Boris and his oldest daughter, Dilara, plotted the cruise and estimated that it would take three to four weeks to complete. Docking space was reserved at marinas on each of the nine islands that we would be visiting.

Our yacht was leaving the Pineapple lagoon when Ann and I went down to the main deck. Towards the bow were two VIP cabins. Rolf and Martha occupied the starboard cabin. Al and Carmen were in the port cabin. Amid ships was a dining room and a small lounge. Our destination was the salon located in the stern.

The Svensons and the Martinezes were already seated. Ela was taking their drink orders as my wife and I sat down. After taking our orders, Ela vanished from the room.

Referring to Ela, Rolf said, “Fuck. Where did you find her and who designed her uniform?”

Before I could answer, Carmen said, “She introduced herself as Ela and that she was our stewardess and she was responsible for taking care of our needs. All of our needs. Does that mean what I think it means?”

Martha was quick to ask, “Does she like girls?”

Finally getting a chance to speak, I said, “Rolf, Ela is the youngest daughter of our Captain and as I understand it, she designed her own uniform.”

My wife said, “Carmen, when Ela said that she was here to take care of your needs, it meant exactly what you thought it meant. And yes, Martha, Ela likes girls as much as she likes boys.”

“Before you start drooling over Ela, I need to tell you about our crew and set some ground rules. Boris Yilmaz is our captain and his wife, Derya is our cook. They have two sons, Kemal and Nacar is, and in addition to Ela they have an older daughter, Dilara. You will meet all of them tonight after we dock and the ship is secured.

“Now, the ground rules. Whenever a crew member is in uniform, they are performing required duties to ensure the proper running of our yacht. Simply put, they are off limits for any carnal activities. The only exception to that rule is that the duties of the stewardess is to take care of any of our needs, even our physical needs.

“If I haven’t made myself clear. When our crew is in uniform, they are not to be bothered with sexual innuendos. When they are not in uniform, they like sex just as much as we do. And, just like us, they have no problems with family love.”