Part 2

The following morning, I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking for breakfast and took a quick shower before joining Carl in the galley. He wore his budgie smugglers and nothing else, his regular boatie attire.

“How do eggs, bacon, grilled tomato, hash browns and toast sound?” He asked enquiringly.

“Yummy, but are you trying to get me fat?”

He laughed and said, “You’re too old to get pregnant.”

“You’re a shocker. But I like you.”

“Thank you. I like you too.”

We had a tasty cooked breakfast, thanks to Carl. Then, we changed into shorts, shirts, and sneakers for our Island bike ride.

Carl started the generator, inflated the tender, and attached a small outboard motor. We applied sunscreen, got our hats, gathered several bottles of cold water, and placed them in a cooler bag, along with a couple of ice packs. Then we set off for the short journey across Thompson Bay, and after arriving at our destination, he pulled the tender onto the beach, secured it, then walked hand in hand to the bicycle hire.

As soon as we arrived at the bike hire, I noticed so many smiling Quokka; they were everywhere, along with their droppings, having to take care as we moved around so as not to step in them. We hired two bikes for three hours. We had no intention of circling the island; it would have taken too long. I wanted to stop, look at several points of interest and walk along perfect beaches.

We had only ridden a short distance along the path when I had to stop and take a “Roger Federer,” as it’s known to West Australians. To everyone else, it’s taking a selfie with a Quokka; they’re so cute but not cuddly. You are not allowed to touch them. I got a couple of face shots of me and a Quokka smiling for the camera. Next on my list was to visit Basin Beach, world-renowned for its crystal clear waters and naturally hollowed-out reef. On our arrival, I regretted not wearing my bathers. The clear turquoise water, with the waves breaking over the reef, looked so inviting and tempting that I would have loved to have taken a dip. Instead, Carl and I strolled along the waters edge hand in hand until we decided to move on to the next place I wanted to visit.

We had a decent ride to the Wadjemup lighthouse, and although it was closed to the public, you still had some magnificent views of the various bays with boats swinging at anchor; it was so picturesque, and while the sun was hot, there was a cooling breeze blowing, making it comfortable, as we took time to sit on a bench and drink our refreshing cold water while relaxing and admiring the scenery.

After quenching our thirst, our next stop was Jeannie’s Lookout, another scenic location overlooking Porpoise Bay to the left and Salmon Bay to the right. The sights looked fantastic with the different shades of shallow water, varying from dark to light blue and turquoise, with surf breaking over the rocks, the jagged coastline around the bay covered with low-growing bush and seabirds circling, so natural and picturesque. I loved the views.

We had a short ride back to the town centre to return the bikes and have a freshly baked pastie and sauce from the bakery. We sat outside at a table, eating lunch, with friendly Quokka’s scattered around our feet foraging for food. There were signs telling you not to feed the wildlife, but some people couldn’t resist and offered them something, and they gladly accepted, holding it in their paws and nibbling away. They looked so cute.

It had been a taxing morning of cycling and sightseeing, and we returned to the boat with the intent of having an afternoon siesta, and lay on the bed with me on my side while Carl moved in behind, spooning me.

All thoughts of having an afternoon snooze quickly disappeared when Carl gently kissed my neck and nibbled my ear as his left hand ran up and down my left leg, between my knee and thigh. I sighed contently as his hand moved higher under my shorts, and his kissing moved along my shoulder. “Mmm, that feels so nice,” I softly murmured.

He moved closer until his groin was pushing against my arse, and I could feel his manhood hard in his shorts, undulating against me while his hand worked around to the top of my inner thigh, gently rubbing up and down, letting his fingers brush against my pussy. I whispered, “Oooh, so good.” By now, he had pulled the back of my top down, allowing him to kiss along my shoulders and neck, gently scraping his teeth over my skin, giving me goosebumps as his hand caressed my pussy through my wet panties before unfastening the button on my shorts, lowering the zip, and resumed stroking my twat.

I rolled onto my back, and he kissed me while he fondled my breasts through my top. I returned in kind and put my hand up the leg of his shorts and played with his hard dick, running my finger over the tip, gathering his precum, and coating his glans. He broke our kiss, lifted my top over my head, and quickly unfastened my bra. His mouth was on my breast in a flash, sucking my nipple while squeezing the other. Carl was like a man possessed as he alternately squeezed my breasts and licked my nipples before firmly rolling them between his finger and thumb, making me gasp and moan.

While Carl was enjoying playing with my breasts, I fiddled with his shorts, trying to unfasten them. He lifted his hips, allowing me to undo them, and then between the two of us, we pushed them and his jocks down to his knees. He stopped sucking on my buds, rolled onto his back, and I quickly lay on top of him, turning into the sixty-nine position.

I circled the head of his dick before wiggling my tongue down his pee hole, tasting his precum, before opening my mouth and greedily swallowing his cock, while he buried his face into my pantie-covered crotch, breathing deeply, taking in my aroma; then he pulled the fabric to the side, peeled my pussy lips open with his thumbs and buried his tongue into my steamy hot wet honey pot.

Carl was on fire going by how he frantically licked up and down my slit before sucking on my pleasure button and jamming two fingers in and out of my pussy. I cradled and firmly grasped his nuts while feverishly sucking his cock. He lifted his head and groaned as I squeezed his balls a little firmer than I should.

He put me on my back, turned around, pulled my shorts off, and looked me up and down with lust in his eyes while I still had panties on, and he said, “You look so ravishing in your pink panties. I’m going to leave them on as I make love to you?”

Carl was drooling at the sight of me in my panties, squatting between my legs and fisting his turgid cock then pulled my panties to the side and eased his cock up a little way inside my soppy welcoming twat, pulled back and slowly pushed in a little deeper he was drawing me out making me wait, as he slowly eased his dick in and out by an inch or so, and continued for a while until I felt his length slide inside my slippery muff, balls deep, “Mmmm, I love the feeling of your cock inside me,” I softly moaned.

I gripped the bed sheets as my head rolled from side to side, as Carl made love to me while he continued pleasuring my breasts. He slowly slid his cock in and out of my pussy, while I let him do as he pleased with my boobs, as he gently bit and sucked on my engorged buds, driving me wild. I put my hands on his head and held him firmly against my breasts as he sucked as much tit flesh as he could into his mouth while his other hand continued to roll and squeeze my other nipple.

His thrusting got harder and faster, making me feel every thrust up my muff; then he pulled off my breast and buried his head on the side of my neck, kissing, licking and gently biting me. I was in heaven as he fucked me hard and fast, squeezing my breasts, pulling on my nipples. I moaned and moaned. He was pleasuring me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer and wailed, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” as I climaxed, wrapping my arms around his back and squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles, causing his body to tense; then he groaned and shot his semen inside me.

Carl collapsed on top of me and kissed me tenderly while stroking my hair. I ran my fingernails up and down his back, causing him to groan and arch his back while his cock deflated inside me.

“Oh, Jade, please stop. You’re killing me, running your fingers up and down my back. I’d love you to do that when we next make love. It turns me on.”

“Can you get it up again soon?”

“No, sorry, my love. You know I take Viagra, and I’m only good for one session a day. I would love to do you again, but my body won’t respond.”

I laid my head on his chest, and we had a mid-afternoon siesta.

I didn’t wake until four-thirty, having slept longer than intended, and Carl wasn’t beside me. I still wore my panties that Carl had screwed me in. I left them on, and his sperm had seeped from my pussy, leaving a wet patch in my crotch. I covered myself with my wrap and wandered onto the deck, and there he was, sitting on the swim platform, legs in the ocean, drinking a beer. He turned around when he heard me and said, “Are you giving me another titty show?”

Although my top was sheer, I opened it wide and held a pose as a passing boat full of guys tooted their horn and gave me the thumbs up. Oh, my God, talk about embarrassing. Carl laughed and called out. “More, more, show me more.”

I stood next to him, and his eyes quickly looked at my wet spot as he put his arms around my butt and pulled me close as he pushed his face against my crotch and breathed in deeply several times. “Mmmm, I love your fragrance.”

His Tongue raked up and down the wet spot on my panties, and I momentarily forgot myself, closed my eyes, bent at the knees and held his head against my crotch, enjoying the sensation of having my pussy eaten through my panties. A wave rocked the boat, snapping me out of my reverie and bringing me back to reality when I said, “Carl! People can see what you’re doing. If you want to eat my creampie, let’s go back to bed,” I said wantonly.

He thought about it until his urge passed, but mine hadn’t. I got a glass of wine and joined him. Lewdly spreading my legs and leaving my wrap open as I sat down, revealing my wet spot and breasts with stiff nipples in view of anyone who cared to look our way. I looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, “You like my boobs, don’t you,” not trying to hide my predicament or wanton desire.

He looked me up and down lasciviously, took a swig of beer, and said, “I don’t like them, I love them, and when your nipples stand out like that, I want to squeeze and suck them, and wow, I love your huge cameltoe. I wish I could get it up again.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go back to bed? You pushed your face against my pussy when you saw the wet patch created by your semen and tried to eat my creampie, and now you’ve got my nipples to stiffen. I’m feeling randy and turned on, pleeeease, come and screw me again.”

“Oh, yeah, I would love to fuck you again. We can try, but I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“C’mon, teddy bear, come and ravish me.”

This time it was me pulling Carl into the cabin, quickly whipping off my panties and knelt on my knees in front of him, lowered his budgie smugglers and sucked on his cock.

He felt hard when we got on the bed, and we kissed as I pulled on his shaft before running my fingers over his tip, collecting precum, and then slowly circling his mushroom head. Carl fingered my cum filled box while he alternately squeezed my nipples, and he quickly got on top of me. I pulled my legs up to my chest and held them as he rubbed his cock up and down my slit, found the entrance to my pussy and thrust in, pumping in and out rapidly, faster and faster, and he tried so hard, but I could feel he was losing his erection.

Then he slowed and pulled out, with his cock barely hard. “I’m sorry, I tried but couldn’t deliver. I’m sorry, very, very sorry,” he said dejectedly.

“Hey, I know you suffer erectile dysfunction. It’s not your fault. It happens. I’m sorry for pushing you. I shouldn’t have asked you to try again. We made beautiful love earlier today; don’t let this spoil things,” I said, trying to raise his spirits. Carl grinned at me and tweaked both my nipples. “Oh, you sly dog, I’ll have to keep my breasts covered if you’re going to do that to them,” I cheekily said.

“No, you won’t. You like showing me your tits, put your panties and wrap back on, and let’s have a few more drinks.”

He was right. I did like showing him my “tits,” as he called them. But I prefer to call them breasts.

I did, we did, and after several more wines for me and beers for Carl, we dressed and ventured to the Quokka arms for dinner. I was surprised to find so many boaties who knew him, as they came over and shook his hand while introducing me. The bar staff greeted him warmly like an old friend as he bought our drinks. The night rolled on, and the boaties became loud as they took turns buying a round, and I noticed scotch on the rocks had become their favourite tipple. Boy, can these guys drink or what? By the end of the night, Carl and I were both a little drunk, and somehow, we staggered to the tender, made it back to the boat, took our clothes off, collapsed onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The following morning, Carl woke me when he had his head between my legs, eating my pussy. It was one of the best ways to be woken up from my slumber. He sucked my clit and fingered me, and with his saliva and my secretions running down the crack of my arse, he traced it with his finger to my puckered star and played with my butt hole. The feeling was indescribable as he pleasured my erogenous zones. I thrust my hips into his face, “Ooh, ooh, that feels nice,” I squealed as he stuck his finger up my back passage, another first.

Then he began to push his fingers in and out of my pussy and arse simultaneously, “Wow, that feels amazing,” I moaned as I continued to lift my hips off the bed, pushing my pussy into his face, meeting his thrusts.

The feeling was incredible as he continued to pleasure my arse, and pussy, fingering them while continually licking and sucking my love button, and quickly brought me to climax. “Oh, yes, yes.” I wailed as I clamped my legs around his head, trapping him against my pussy, with his fingers inside me.

A short time later, I got up and cooked breakfast, and the only difference from yesterday was the eggs; they were scrambled, not fried. After doing the dishes, Carl fired up the twin engines and asked me to undo the rope securing us to the mooring, and when I did, he reversed out.

I quickly changed into my bathers and joined Carl on the flybridge. Standing by his side, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, holding me tight. We were in no rush and going slow as we cruised around the island, venturing to our next spot. I looked at the Speedo, and it registered eight knots.

Then he said, “Take the helm. I need to go to the head.”

“No, I can’t drive this thing.”

He looked at me sternly. “Firstly, It’s not a thing. It’s a boat. Secondly, you don’t drive a boat. You skipper or helm it ... got it,” he said with a smile.

“Aye, aye, cap’n Cook.”

“Remember, no Captain Cook jokes, or I’ll tie you up and feed you to the sharks?”

“Yes, sir. Please tie me to the masthead and have your way with me. Please, sir. I’ll do anything you want.”

He walked away, shaking his head, as I took the wheel.

When he returned, I said, “See, cap’n, no damage.”

“Well done, first mate, now get below and swab those decks, arrr, arrr.” We cracked up laughing at Carl’s attempt at imitating a pirate and kissed me before he took the wheel, and I decided to work on my tan. I noted when Carl was naked, his tan covered his body, although a little lighter where he wore his budgie smugglers.

I gathered a towel and laid it on top of the cabin, sat down with my back to Carl, twisted around and smiled at him mischievously, then lowered the top half of my bathers to my waist, covered myself in sunscreen and lay down in clear view of my lover, and tweaked my nipples making them hard to add to his torment. The mid-morning sun on my boobs was warm, and it felt good as a gentle breeze swirled around me, created by the motion of the boat, and after fifteen minutes of sunning my boobs, I turned over and tanned my back for a further fifteen.

Not wanting to burn, I covered up, put my wrap over my shoulders and my hat on my head and sat there, enjoying the beautiful weather and taking in the incredible views of Rottnest to port and the open sea to starboard. It was the start of another great day in paradise.

The boat turned to port and slowed. I glanced over the side and saw dangerous rocks on either side just below the surface. I looked at Carl, worried we might hit the rocks, and I hoped he had seen them, when he smiled at me and said, “I loved the topless mermaid you were imitating. You looked absolutely stunning, and your nipples sticking out from your boobs. Wow, I wanted to jump over the windshield and suck them.”