Chapter 1: Sex on the Boat

Ron and Mary get closer and spend a few days onboard, Lorraine and Danny enjoy using John’s house, ( but not as much as John does.) Peter revisits the shop.

Saturday Morning, Ron’s alarm went off, startling him into wakefulness. He came round to a lovely feeling of Mary’s naked body up against his. He lay still for a moment enjoying the feeling and the memories of the previous evening. Feeling her stirring, he turned over to face her.

Mary opened her eyes, immediately conscious she was in a strange bed, to see Ron’s happy face smiling at her. As the memories and wonderful feelings of last night came flooding back, she threw her arms around him, pulling him close and kissing him.

The feeling of her bare breasts on his chest made Ron start to stir down below. He knew if he stayed where he was, he would make Mary late for work, so breaking loose he dashed out to the bathroom. An early morning wee and some cold water soon helped him subside. He returned to find Mary already dressed.

Throwing some clothes on, he walked her back to the shop. They kissed at the back entrance and arranged to meet after she finished work, the same as yesterday.

Returning to the boat, Ron tidied the bedroom, leaving the bed set up with the sleeping bags in place. He had a shower then had some serial for breakfast. He decided he wouldn’t go to the café during the day as it was one of their very busy days. Mid-morning, he went shopping in the village and in anticipation paid another visit to the chemist, this time just getting what he needed.

He had a few little jobs to do around the boat, but even so, it seemed a very long day. Mid-afternoon, he started to prepare a meal, he had got some pate’ for starter and for mains he was doing a breast of chicken in a white wine sauce plus chips. For dessert, he had bought a ready-made Cheesecake which came in its own little dish. To go with it he had picked up a bottle of white wine.

At five fifteen, he was waiting by the shop in the same place as the previous night. It was quarter to six before Mary appeared. She hugged him, gave him a kiss and apologised for being late as they had had a lot to clear up. Ron told her not to worry, she was worth waiting for, which evidently pleased her.

Walking back hand in hand to the boat, Mary asked him what he had been doing during the day. “Missing you,” he said with a smile, squeezing her hand. They went on board and as soon as they were down in the Galley, Mary threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. They stood for some time locked together, before going back up on deck to sit by the tiller in the warm evening.

They both sat the same side of the tiller, so Ron was able to put his arm around her. Mary cuddled up close feeling so happy to be back with him. “Were you ok after last night?” Ron asked her. Assuring him she had been fine, Mary thought once again how considerate he was.

They decided to go for a walk before they ate, so this time they went the opposite way along the tow path. Walking hand in hand, they didn’t speak much, both so content just to be together. After walking for quarter of an hour, they turned back. They were both thinking they wanted to eat, then have an early night.

Getting back to the boat, Ron poured them a glass of wine then having her help refused again, Mary sat on the galley steps to watch him cook. They chatted about how their day had gone, Mary told him she had been rushed off her feet all day. Ron told her about the odd jobs he’d done on the boat.

When Ron had as much ready as he could, he made some toast, then they went through and sat at the table. In between mouthfuls they exchanged more information about themselves. Ron returned to the galley to do the final cook of the chips and warm up the sauce before taking the chicken out of the oven. Serving it up, Mary told him he was a good cook. “When I came to live on the boat,” Ron told her, “I started having takeaways at every town or village I came to. I soon realised it wasn’t doing me any good, plus it meant I was planning my journey by places with takeaways. I started having a go at cooking my own meals so I could have a good meal even when I stopped miles from anywhere. I found that I liked doing it and picked it up quickly. There’s still loads of things I wouldn’t know how to cook, but I do try new dishes occasionally.”

Mary told him she thought boys should have cookery classes at school so that they could at least cook themselves a few basic meals.

When they had finished their main course, they sat and chatted for a while, then ate their cheesecake. Mary insisted that she help with the washing up. This time Ron accepted so they did the dishes between them, Ron washed up and Mary dried. Mary couldn’t help remembering hearing a saying, ‘Couples who do the dishes together, stay together,’ She couldn’t help thinking how nice that would be.

When they had finished, Ron sent Mary to sit in the bow whilst he made them a coffee. Taking it through to her, they sat drinking it side by side, holding each other’s hands. It was another lovely evening, so they took their time drinking it.

Once finished, Ron put his arm around Mary’s shoulders. She nestled against him, content to be in his arms. They sat for a while gazing out along the canal. A few couples walked past, out for an evening stroll, they all called out “Hello,” or “Good evening,” as they passed.

It seemed no time at all before a glance at his watch told Ron it was nearly nine o’clock. “Are you ready to turn in?” Ron asked. Mary nodded, “Yes, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Mary went to the bathroom whilst Ron locked everywhere up and drew the curtains. Mary went into the bedroom as Ron went to the bathroom.

Coming into the bedroom, Ron found Mary sitting on the end of the bed in bra and panties. As he closed the door, she stood up and held him close. Ron put his arms around her, the close contact brought back all the memories from the previous evening. They kissed, Ron ran his hands up and down Mary’s bare back. Mary took hold of his T shirt and pulled it off over his head.

They held each other tight again, this time Ron slid his hands down her back and undid her bra. Slipping one hand in between them, he cupped it underneath her bra over her bare breast. The feeling was as ecstatic as it had been the first time. His cock was by now rock hard, he could feel it pressing into Mary who confirmed she could feel it by wriggling her hips against it.

Ron Slipped her bra off her shoulders and tossed it aside. They pressed together once more. Mary ran her hands over Ron’s back, then slid them down inside his shorts cupping them over his cheeks. She pulled against them pressing him close. Feeling Ron’s cock throbbing against her through his shorts, Mary said, “Let’s lie down,” taking her hands out of his shorts as she spoke.

Mary climbed up on the bed and lay on her back. Ron climbed up and stayed on his hands and knees. He moved up the bed and kissed her on the lips. Then he lay down beside her. Mary turned on her side to face him. They wrapped their arms around each other and pulled close.