Chapter 33: Cécile

Captain Tony returned from supper bringing me a plate of spaghetti and two pieces of garlic bread while Fleur, his middle daughter followed with a large glass of tea. I noticed that Jeanne had come up with the other girls as they all curled up on the spacious couches on the flying bridge.

“Just so everybody knows, Alex is the skipper for this voyage. He is responsible for planning, provisioning, and organizing the cruise. He is doing this to help him earn his Master’s certificate. I am responsible for training him, so if you see him studying, leave him alone. He has much to learn.”

Then he laid out the watch schedule for the night.

“Are you going to show us what to do?” Marta, the youngest daughter asked. “This boat is so much bigger than our last one.”

“Alex has made you a check list. Just follow it and you should have no problems. I’ll be with you this first night in case you have questions,”

“Do you need me to do it? Take a watch, I mean?” Jeanne asked.

“I thought I’d keep you in reserve and let you spell each of the other girls if they need a break. I’m sure you’ll get plenty of opportunities before we arrive in Monte Carlo,” Captain Tony told her.

They discussed their responsibilities until 9:00 when Marta began her watch. The other girls stayed to watch, but after a while, they began to get bored. Noèle decided to go lay down since she had the 1:00am watch.

“Why don’t you and Alex practice your dancing?” Cécile asked. “I’d like to see the two of you dance.”

Jeanne went to get her iPhone and speaker while the rest of us pushed back the couches to create a small dance floor. Then Jeanne started the first dance, a waltz, and we were off.

We were a little rough at first since we hadn’t danced together since the ball. That and the fact that we were both naked made practice interesting.

“Was it like that when we danced at the ball,” she asked, referring to my hard member poking her belly as we danced.

I just blushed as I nodded my head.

“I didn’t know...” she whispered to herself.

We practiced for two hours, and I stayed hard the whole time. Finally, she called a halt. It was time for Fleur to begin her watch. After that, everybody seemed to head for bed.

I turned on the TV in my cabin and found the channel with the ship readouts. I had just stepped into the shower when she knocked.

“Enter and be welcomed,” I called out the old Nordic greeting.

The next thing I knew, Cécile, Captain Tony’s oldest daughter, was standing against the small sink, watching me bathe.

“Jeanne said you wouldn’t do anything with her unless she asked. Is that true?” she asked.

“I told her I wouldn’t do anything to her that she didn’t want me to. She was scared to lay with me. She hasn’t had a lot of experience with boys.”

Cécile was maybe five-six, with blond hair and blue eyes, just like her mother. As was mentioned, her breasts were significant, causing her cropped top to stand away from her body, with the bottom of her breasts peeking sensuously beneath the edge of that cropped top.

Her long legs were slender and toned, and the panties she wore looked a size too small.

“What made you decide to wear clothes?” I asked.

“Momma says we’re sexier when we leave a little to the imagination. Are you imagining?”

“Oh, yeah!” I replied lecherously. “I’m imagining me sucking on those glorious breasts right now.”

“I guess momma was right,” she said seriously. “Alex? Would you kiss me?”

“You want to get all wet?” I asked. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself and let me finish my shower. Then we can discuss kissing.”

Cécile was nineteen and starting university at the International University of Monaco in the spring. She was planning on studying management, but wasn’t really sure. Her dad was a French citizen, but her mom was from Monaco and held a dual passport. She had grown up on an estate her mom had inherited near a village outside of Monte Carlo. Both parents came from money, but I got the impression her mom’s was serious money.

She ran track in high school and now ran for a local sports club which explained the toned, muscular legs. She dated frequently in high school but had to always be on guard against boys that were more interested in her parent’s money than in her, so it had put a damper on most of her boy-girl relationships.

Their parents had introduced them to the naturist lifestyle two years ago when Marta (the baby) had turned fourteen. They loved it, but didn’t get to practice it often. Usually just on vacations on their 2008 Tango 88 a couple of times a year. The Sunreef 80 was her dad’s retirement gift from their mom and they planned to do a lot more traveling on it.

“That’s enough about me. Tell me about you getting struck by lightning,” she said.

“Who told you that?” I asked, suspecting Jeanne.

“I overheard Poppa telling Momma about you. He said that you were a sailor and a golfer and that some foundation had selected you to be their head guy in a few years,” she said. “He also said you rescued a bunch of people and something about you defeating the entire US Navy, but I didn’t understand it.”

“I’m afraid that is a story that has gotten blown all out of proportion. I did play in a Korn Ferry Tour golf event a few weeks ago and I have sailed across the Atlantic, as well as the Mediterranean and some in the Caribbean.

“Did you really get struck by lightning?” she asked.

“Yeah. Last March, I was playing a round of golf by myself and I got struck before I could clear the course. It messed me up pretty bad, so my folks sent me to a famous psychiatrist in Cannes who helped me deal with it,” I explained.

“Why do I get the feeling that there is so much more to that story?” she asked.

“Because you’re smart and very perceptive,” I told her.

“Does that mean that you’re ready to get serious about kissing,” she asked.

“C’mere,” I told her as I pulled her to me.

My berth was queen-sized, but built-in, meaning it was surrounded by bulkheads (walls) on three sides. The TV was mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed and a reading lamp and small fan were mounted at the head. Built-in shelves lined the bulkhead on the side of the berth. All-in-all, it reminded me of the berth on a pullman car on a train.

So when Cécile melted into my arms, it was already a cozy little hideaway. And her momma was right! A few strips of strategically placed cloth fired my imagination. I’ll say this, at nineteen, that girl sure knew how to kiss. This was obviously not her first rodeo. Pushing her crop-top up to reveal her shimmering globes, I immediately latched on to one with my lips and didn’t ever want to let go. But sadly, she had two of them and soon, her other boob cried out in desperate need of equal attention.

When she moaned, and her body began to shake, I was hooked! “Did she actually cum just from me sucking on her tits?” I wondered. Sadly, I abandoned her fine mammeries and made my way south.

“Don’t rip them!” she cried as I tried to pull the too-small panties over her hips. “They’re Marta’s.”

I stopped what I was doing and just smiled as she squirmed out of her panties. Then she lay back and spread her legs wide open.

“What are you doing?” she asked, alarmed when I crawled between her legs and lowered my head.

“Watch,” I told her as I licked up her pussy from her ass hole to her clit.

“Wait!” she cried. “No! I mean don’t stop! That was good!”

“Make up your mind,” I told her then did it again.

“Do it again,” she cried. “I’ve never had anyone lick me before!”

So I did it again. And again. And ... well, you get the idea.

“Tellement génial! (So great!)” she told me breathlessly. “I love it!”

I began nipping and sucking on her swollen pussy lips, then pushed my tongue into her canal as far as I could.

Oohhh!” she moaned. “Plus! (More!)”

So I settled in to lick and nip and suck on her pussy until I finally nipped on her tiny knob.

“Aaahhh!” she cried out as she lifted her pelvis off the bed. I gave her little kisses as she came back down. Then I moved to cover her body with mine.

“Put it in,” I told her when she realized what was poking her tingling pussy. She reached between us and tentatively ran her hand up and down the length of my cock. I could tell she was checking it out to see if it would fit.

“It will fit,” I told her.

“Il semble tellement grand! (It just seems so big!)” she exclaimed.

“Just try it. If it won’t fit, we’ll not worry about it.”

She finally stroked it through her lips a time or two then stopped it right at her opening and looked up at me as she tried to smile. I just eased forward a little and stopped.

Realizing that it would fit, she smiled at me. “Go ahead,” she said as she held her breath. So I did, easing my hard member further into her wet pussy. It was tight, but not overly so. I stopped and waited.

“Well, are you going to do it?” she asked. I simply raised up a little so she could see our bodies where they now joined.

Oh!” she exclaimed. Then “Ooohhh!” as I began to move in an out. Her first orgasm came within minutes and I stopped.

“That was great!” she exclaimed as she tried to catch her breath. When I didn’t roll off of her, she looked at me with puzzlement on her face. “There’s more?” I just clinched my abs and my cock jerked inside her.

“You didn’t cum, yet?” she asked in amazement. I slowly resumed fucking her swollen pussy. “What? Aaahhh! I’m coming again,” she cried out just moments later. So I stopped again.

“You’re STILL hard?” she asked.

“Wanna try something new?” I asked. And without waiting for an answer, I held her to me as I rolled us over. Cécile was really confused now.

“Put your knees on the outside of my legs,” I instructed. When she figured that out, I pushed her up using her large boobs as handholds. Once she was sitting up, I moved her hips slightly.

“Ooohh! Ooohh! Ooohh!” she cried out. “That’s ... different. Really different, like good!” She began rocking in earnest on my still hard cock and soon she began having small orgasms but she never stopped rocking. I began to see for myself the strength she had developed in those legs of hers. She rode me like that for over ten minutes without getting tired, having those little shaking orgasms every few minutes. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, smothering my face in her generous breasts.

“You ... you ... didn’t cum?” she asked as she tried to catch her breath. I simply hugged her to me and rolled us over again. Then without a word, I began to pound her pussy for all it was worth. She looked up at me in surprise, but before she could say anything, the big one hit her. And it kept going as I kept going. Finally, I froze as I began filling her pussy with my sperm. This seemed to trigger her orgasm again, or caused it to continue, anew.

“No more!” she cried as she pushed me off of her and curled into a fetal ball with her hands covering her still throbbing pussy.

“You know, if you hadn’t worn that top, this might not be happening,” I told her.

She just moaned in response.

I made a quick trip to the head. When I returned, she was dead to the world. I climbed in beside her and pulled up the covers. Then after checking the readouts on the TV to make sure the boat was okay, I joined her in sleep.

It was 2:45am when I woke up. I rolled out of bed, leaving the blond beauty to continue sleeping. After using the head, I made my way to the galley for a mug of coffee, and then upstairs to the flying bridge. Noèle was just finishing her watch and talking to Captain Tony.

“Good morning,” Captain Tony said. “Do you know where Cécile is?”

“She’s sleeping. I’m doing her watch this morning,” I replied. Captain Tony gave me a strange look, but didn’t argue. After a few minutes, he asked if I could handle it alone and then he also headed downstairs.

When I was sailing with Captain Alfred, I had come to enjoy this time of morning. It was usually quiet and peaceful, even if the weather was not cooperative and the seas rough. I went down my checklist and then sat in the captain’s chair and contemplated where my life had come in the last ten months.

My only regret was not having my own family around more. And not having Carina and Roland around now. I knew I had much to discuss with him and much love to share with her. Thankfully, I’d see them again soon. Then I had an idea. What if, when we arrived in Monte Carlo, I took the train over to see them for a short visit? I’d have to give them a call.

Jeanne appeared on the bridge around 6:30am carrying her iPhone and her speaker. That meant she wanted to dance.

“Good morning,” I told her. “What brings you out so early?”

“I had this dream about a new step we might be able to incorporate in our routine, but when I went to your cabin, someone else, I think it was Cécile, was sleeping in your bed,” she said.

“Yeah. She had a rough night so I let her sleep while I did her watch,” I told Jeanne.

“Rough night?” she asked.

“What new move did you dream up?” I quipped, pun intended, to change the topic.

“What kind of rough night,” she persisted. I could see that she was not going to let this go.

“Jeanne, let’s suppose that you spent some intimate time with one of the guys at school. Then the next morning, he goes and tells his buddies all about what he did with you last night. How would you feel?”

She pondered for a moment and then replied, “Not very good. Probably embarrassed.”

I just tilted my head and looked at her, as the light bulb came on.

“Okay. I get it!” she said huffily.

“You have to stop this jealousy bit,” I told her. “I warned you that I am not ready to be in a committed relationship.”

“I know! I know!” she said testily.

“Yet you’re still angry that I spent time with someone else,” I replied.

“So! When do I get some of your time?” she asked.

“You have it right now. You have it when we dance. What more do you want?” I knew I shouldn’t have asked that, the moment the words were out of my mouth.