Chapter 44: Málaga

Saturday dawned overcast and gray as we sailed towards Málaga. Both Captain Tony and Captain Alfred joined me on the bridge about 8:00am and sent me for some breakfast with instructions to get dressed and return immediately afterwards.

When I returned, they had me furl the sails as we switched to the engines to enter the marina at Málaga.

I brought the Windsong alongside the fuel dock and the captains put out the fenders and then tied us off. The ladies all disembarked to walk the few hundred yards up Alameda de Colon to the bakery and the grocery store. Captain Alfred and Samantha went with them.

When the fueling was complete, Captain Tony paid the bill and then we moved the Windsong to the slot he had rented for the day. I had to back the Windsong into its slot, but under Captain Tony’s guidance and using the wired remote control for the thrusters and the engines while standing on the port wing, it was actually easier than I had thought it would be.

Once Sarah and Captain Tony had the lines taunt, I helped him put out the rear passerelle.

“I don’t think that is a good idea,” Captain Tony said when I asked about Sarah and I going ashore. I didn’t have anywhere in mind, I just wanted to get off the boat and stretch my legs. I hadn’t been on solid ground since we left Antalya almost two weeks ago.

We were still discussing it, or I should say I was just about to start begging, when a car pulled up near the pier and two people, a man and a woman, got out and approached the Windsong.

“My name is Rachel Lopez. I am the assistant to General Santiago Botello. He has requested that you visit him at the local administration’s office,” she said. “General Botello said to make sure that you understood that this was an invitation and not a summons.”

“May I bring my two companions?” I asked.

“Of course,” she replied with a smile. Based on what the General had told her, she hadn’t been sure her mission would be successful. “However, they will need identification.”

Captain Tony went to leave a note for Monique and then the three of us followed Rachel to her car. The other man, who had not been identified, stayed behind.

“His job is to protect your beautiful yacht while you are gone,” she told us as she put the automobile in gear.

“You speak flawless English,” Sarah said to her.

“Grew up south of Lubbock, Texas and got my undergraduate degree from Texas A&M,” she casually explained. “My mother is from Málaga and I was here visiting family when the opportunity to work for the Policía Nacional (National Police) came up. I’ve been here for two years and love it!”

That would make her about twenty-four. I found myself wanting to pursue this conversation, but we had arrived. I wished now that we had walked because it was less than half a mile from the marina.

The two-story modern building looked just like administrative buildings everywhere. We went in the door and were asked for our identification. Then, after signing their register, we were given badges and Rachel escorted us through a pair of double doors and down a long hall. At the end, there was another set of doors, and these were guarded by a pair of heavily armed policemen in tactical gear.

We were passed through and boarded an elevator to the second floor. When the door malfunctioned as it tried to close, I figured out the problem and calmly suggested the stairs. The receptionist nodded at Rachel as she led us to a medium sized conference room and asked us to wait. Then she left the room.

We had been waiting long enough for me to locate the two hidden cameras and three hidden microphones, when the General and Rachel entered the room.

“You are Alex?” he asked. “The one who spoke to me yesterday?”

Yes, sir,” I told him. “And these are my friends, Captain Antoine Lavigne of La Royale and Señorita Sarah Evans who works for the Rappeneau Foundation.”

After the introductions were complete, the General had us sit down and then started on the reason for the invitation.

“I found our conversation yesterday, absolutely fascinating,” he told me. “Yet it left me with more questions than answers. I was wondering if you could enlighten me a little further?”

I started to answer him when a man in a knit shirt entered the room and bent to whisper something in the General’s ear. The General frowned and the man left.

“I’m sorry, but they say they need this conference room for another meeting. Would you mind if we moved to the office next door?”

After we were settled and I had fried the camera and microphone in this room, I looked at the General. “What do you want to know?”

“How did you cause the drone to explode?” he asked.

There was a knock on the door and the same man entered and again whispered in the General’s ear. The General looked at him with an agitated expression on his face and the guy shrugged and left the room.

“When I was struck by lightning last year, instead of killing me, it increased my EMF by a large factor,” I told him.

“What is this EMF?” he asked.

“Electromagnetic Field. Every living thing in the universe has an electromagnetic field. Mine is just greater now. Every electronic device and every mechanical device has an electronic signature. If you will notice, my friends and I do not carry cell phones or other electronic or mechanical devices. It became too expensive to keep replacing them.”

“Really?” he said.

“That’s why the cameras and microphones in the other room failed, and then the ones in this room failed as well. Do you carry a cell phone or other electronic devices?” I asked.

Embarrassed, he pulled out a cell phone and a pager. The pager was smoking and the phone was dead. Rachel also pulled out her cellphone. It was also dead so she just tossed it on the table.

“But how?” he started.

“My EMF’s also affect mechanical devices,” I told him.

He thought for a minute and then pulled out his service revolver and looked at it before quickly breaking it down. It was obvious then that the trigger mechanism was not functional. He looked up at me not sure what to say.

Rachel did the same, but pointed it out the window, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.

“You might want to let the two policemen guarding the door know also,” I suggested.

His expression turned to incredulity as Rachel left the room. Then he figured out his next question. “So how did you blow out the lights in the Colonel’s office?”

“Do you have someone that you can call? Someone not in this building?” I asked.

He picked up the landline on the desk and dialed a number from memory. When he got an answer, he spoke to them in Spanish and then looked at me.

I just shrugged as he put the phone back to his ear. I don’t know what was said, but the woman’s voice on the other end was upset and expressing herself loudly. It took him another minute of some serious talking (in Spanish) before he hung up.

“I see what you mean,” he said. “I now have to replace the lights in my sister’s kitchen in Seville.”

“Sorry. I didn’t know who you called. I cannot speak Spanish.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” the General said.

“If I may,” Captain Tony said suddenly.

The general nodded his head as Rachel came back in.

“I have commanded ships with many weapons platforms and have discovered that while they are dangerous to our enemies, they are relatively safe for us, provided we treat them with respect,” he told the General. “I have come to look upon Alex as similar to one of those weapons and I never worry unless someone does not treat him with respect. So when someone launched a drone filled with explosives at our yacht; a yacht filled with our family and friends, Alex became mad and destroyed the drone. It was just poor timing that the drone had returned to its senders.”

“So there was never an attack intended on Spain?” he asked.

“I had no idea where the drone was when I destroyed it, just as I did not know where your sister was located. I simply followed an electronic signal to its source,” I said.

“Is it true you had a hole-in-one at a golf match in December?” he asked.

“I did, but how did you know?” I asked as I wondered at the abrupt change in questioning.

“It was in your file. I only asked because I have been playing golf for many years and just hit my first hole-in-one last summer. Perhaps, if you have the time, we might play a round at my club,” he suggested.

“I am honored that you would want to play with me. I am truly sorry that I did not bring my clubs and that our schedule doesn’t allow for me to play at this time. Maybe another time? I’m sure your file tells you that I am splitting my time between Zurich and Paris as Cynthiana grooms me for my new position.”

“I understand. Perhaps you might like to compete in a European Open qualifying event the second week in May. It’s held at my favorite club, The Crans-sur-Sierre Golf Club in Switzerland. I would look forward to competing with you.

“I will look into that after my cruise. I think it would be fun competing with you. I just hope you will go easy on me. But for now, I must complete my obligation to deliver this yacht to Martinique,” I told him. “But I am thankful for your offer to play.

“Well, I think that concludes our business, Señor Masters. Because I put you to all this trouble, would you allow me to take you and your family to dinner this evening?” he asked.

I looked at Captain Tony and Sarah.

“You do not have to go to that trouble,” Captain Tony said.

“It is no trouble,” he exclaimed. “It would be a pleasure to get to know such a fine young man and his family.”

We ended up walking back to the Windsong and spent five minutes explaining where we had gone. When Captain Tony told them we were being taken out to dinner, there was a mad rush for the showers.

Rachel arrived just before seven with her automobile and a pair of taxis to take the twelve of us to dinner. Sarah, Samantha, and I got in with Rachel so we could continue our discussion from earlier.

It turned out that we were having dinner at the Restaurante Vino Mio, which is located in the historic downtown portion of Málaga and famous for its excellent live flamenco show. The show is designed to be enjoyed while dining in their modern lounge from 8:00pm to 9:30pm, which was good because our reservations were for seven-thirty.

General Botello was the perfect host and kept the wine and conversation flowing. I asked Rachel to order for me because I couldn’t read the menu. Whatever it was, it was fantastic. A little spicy, but I had been used to the food onboard which trended towards bland, so it was a welcome change.

We were feeling good when Rachel delivered us back to the yacht. I invited Rachel onboard for a nightcap and turned on all the exterior lights, which are quite impressive, even tied up at the dock. Then we snuggled under some blankets in the forward cockpit. Sarah came and whispered in my ear and then she and Samantha excused themselves.

Much later, after the marina had settled down for the night, I invited Rachel down to my cabin. Actually it was the cabin Anna and Charlotte were sharing. Samantha had arranged for the two girls to spend the night with her and Sarah.

I can’t tell you why I was attracted to this girl. For her part, I think she was lonely for some American companionship. She spent most of her time talking about home and the things she missed. I think she was also growing tired of general attitude of young Spanish males. Sort of a combination of superiority and misogyny.

Whatever the reasons, we clicked and when I kissed her, I could feel her passions churning. I was scared to let go of my passions on the bow cockpit. Too many witnesses. But when we got to the cabin, I kissed her with everything in me and realized that I had avoided doing this since I had last seen Carina.

We eventually fell asleep in our clothes. Whether it was the wine or the exhaustion from the journey to the pink planet, I don’t know. She never mentioned the pink planet, then or the next morning, and I avoided bringing it up as well. However, I knew now that I would be seeing her again in the future. I just did not know where or when.

I was mildly peeved when someone started the engines before dawn Sunday morning, and the thought of disabling them flittered across my mind. But fortunately, I realized that it was mostly my frustrations doing my thinking for me. While Rachel and I had engaged in some serious kissing last night, it never got around to anything more serious, mostly because we both fell asleep.

But ever the optimist, I had hoped for a little intimate time together this morning before we had to cast off. Instead, I woke Rachel up and explained that we were about to get under way. We exchanged phone numbers and kissed goodbye one more time before she crossed the passerelle which I promptly stored away, then manning the lines, we cast off and I took us out of the marina and headed southwest towards the Strait of Gibraltar.

We should pass through the Strait around noon, just catching the high tide. Our next stop was Las Palmas in the Canary Islands, another 900 nautical miles away. Captain Alfred allowed me to keep using the sails instead of switching back to engines for the passage because there didn’t appear to be as much traffic on this particular Sunday and the winds remained favorable. The sky was clear and the Windsong was scooting across the waves at sixteen knots.

Once through the strait, the winds stiffened as we turned southwest along the coast of Morocco. This was wide open sailing with few islands or other natural hazards to worry about. However, there were some unnatural hazards lurking, namely pirates.

Normally, it was a nuisance to deal with customs in every country you visited if you had weapons aboard your yacht. However, I had learned that under certain conditions, active (and recently active) military officers were allowed to carry firearms to protect themselves even abroad. You still had to declare them, but it wasn’t the hassle that it would be for non-military personnel. That’s why Captain Tony had a pistol and a rifle on board.

But a pistol and a rifle could not hold off a boat loaded with armed men set on taking your yacht which is why most skippers sailed a little further west before turning south towards the Canary Islands.

But I had no such worries, as long as I kept a sharp lookout and spotted them in time. Fortunately for the pirates, we did not run across any and so our passage was smooth and fast.

Of course, the girls kept me busy when I wasn’t on watch, but I discovered that was part of both captain’s plans. They had agreed that the yacht was a safe environment and I was a safe young male for their daughters to experiment with. And their mothers kept a close eye on things, mainly to make sure that no one was in danger of falling in love. And as was their nature, they also participated in some adventures with a young male on their own.

Cécile grabbed me as finished my late lunch Sunday afternoon and proceeded to remind me of how much she loved teaching me how to make love. I then slept through supper. Fortunately, Monique and Archara had saved me some of Monique’s fabulous stew. Then I headed to the bridge, glad to get back on my normal watch schedule of midnight to eight am.

Monday morning, after my breakfast, Archara sent me to Anna’s cabin. I had forgotten how much Anna loved anal sex until I walked in the door and there she was, bent over her berth with her hands gripping the far side rail and her legs spread wide. There was a bottle of baby oil lying beside her on the berth.

“Please, take my ass!” she pleaded with me when I closed the stateroom door. “I’ve been thinking of this since Christmas day. That was the last time anyone has touched me. I discovered that no one is as good as you and besides, you don’t look down on me because I love to be fucked in the ass.”

I had intended to grab a shower, but instead, I knelt and kissed her bare bottom and up and down her legs before burrowing my tongue in the crevasse of her ass cheeks and tickling her small rosebud.

“Have you practiced with anything back here,” I asked her.

“Nothing has been there since the last time you took me,” she replied.

That let me know that I had to be very careful and take extra time to stretch her anal ring slowly and I told her so as I poured some oil in my hand. I worked a single finger into her ass hole as I ran my other hand up and down her legs, passing frequently over her quivering pussy.

She was so primed, she came the first time I touched her clit. I wormed a second finger into her ass as she came down and then resumed massaging her pussy. When she came again, I inserted a third finger and began to gently pump my fingers in and out of both holes.

“Fuck my ass, motherfucker!” she growled as I started pistoning my fingers in and out faster. “Rape my ass with your big beautiful cock!”

Anna had always enjoyed talking dirty when we made love, but her language seemed to be a bit more salty this time.

“C’mon, Alex! I want to feel that big log of yours up my tiny ass!” she commanded.

I’ll say this about Anna, she always knew what she wanted and was not shy about telling you. I knew the routine, so I removed my fingers and lubed up my cock, dribbling more oil on her ass. She looked back over her shoulder to watch me as she reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her hands.

There was no “be gentle with me” or “please go slowly” with Anna. She simply grinned with a feral snarl on her lips as if daring me and pulled her ass cheeks wider apart. So I gave her what she wanted as I lined up my hard cock on her ass hole and plunged all the way down.

I’m sure that they heard her scream all the way to the bridge and so I expected the door to be flung open any time now, but I paused for only a moment before I repeated my plunge into her tight ass. She moaned loudly as I started a slow in and out stroke that I knew was teasing her more than anything. She liked it hard and fast.

After a few minutes where she kept begging me to go faster, I reached for her hair. She had put it into a ponytail just for me to grab hold of better, so I did and pulled her head back by the hair as I speeded up my strokes slightly.

“Oh god yes!” she cried when she felt me pull her hair. Or maybe it was the faster strokes of my cock in her ass. I pulled some more and soon she was raised up with her arms extended in front of her, holding on to the side rail and moaning continuously. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted in time to my thrusts.