Chapter 8: Ron and Mary go Sailing

Monday morning Ron and Mary woke up, late. They came to, as usual still surprised to find a naked body alongside them. After the initial surprise and memory returning, they wrapped arms around each other and kissed. Then a bit of exploring, Mary taking a hold of Ron’s cock whilst she had the chance to feel it soft, a state it wasn’t usually in when she was close.

Ron had a hand on her breast, then stuck his head under the covers to give both nipples a kiss, getting Mary worked up. The touch of Mary’s breasts along with feeling his cock in her hands started him swelling rapidly. “Shall we try doggy fashion, he whispered in her ear. Mary wasn’t entirely sure what that entailed, but if it was with Ron, she felt game for anything.

“Ok,” she said, “What position do you want me in?” “Turn on your side with your back to me,” Ron told her, “Then draw your knees up.” As Mary was positioning herself, he reached out and got a Durex, opening it and sliding it on quite expertly by now. He wriggled up behind Mary, putting his chest against her back and letting his cock lie between her cheeks and across her vaginal opening.

Mary cried out with pleasure feeling him so intimately close. Ron put an arm around her, playing with her breasts. This made his cock dance about in excitement, pleasuring Mary as she felt it against her. Then Ron slid a hand down over her topmost thigh and in between her legs. Finding the opening with his index finger, he played around the outer edge, making Mary cry out again. Then slipping his finger inside a little way, he moved it around accompanied by Mary’s happy cries.

Then finding that special little lump, he played with it for a while, getting her really excited. Taking his hand away after a while, he moved his hips back a little until his tip was by her opening. Sliding carefully forward, he felt his tip touch her hairs. As Mary gave another cry of pleasure, Ron’s tip slid into the now moist opening. Pushing his hips further forward, he slid in further. Mary was now making exceptionally ecstatic noises as she felt Ron’s hard member sliding deeper and deeper into her.

As Ron kept sliding in, Mary felt as if he was going in further than he had ever done before. Her pleasure was immense, and her noises of happiness confirmed it. Finally, Ron’s hairs come into contact with Mary’s cheeks, he was in as deep as he could go. To Ron it felt lovely, to Mary it felt like she imagined being in heaven would be. Ron kept up a firm pressure for a few moments, then easing back slightly, he thrust forward.

Mary cried out as he penetrated deep once more. Hearing her happy cry, Ron wrapped his arms around Mary’s hips and started thrusting in and out at a steady speed. As the cries from Mary reached a crescendo, Ron increased his speed. Feeling his climax approaching, he was delighted when he felt Mary’s whole body go tense, her cries changed to a series of grunts and shouts as she came, not once but twice.

As she finished coming the first time, Ron reached his climax, he tensed, his cock swelled, and the lovely feeling hit him like an electric shock as he shot his load. Mary felt him shoot then she immediately came a second time. As Ron came to a standstill, he kissed the back of Mary’s head and they lay locked together for quite a while.

Ron shrank but being tight together, he stayed in for some time. They dozed off and on for an hour, then Ron eased back a little and let his cock slide out. He took the sheath off, then lay on his back. Mary turned over and kissed him, then rested her head on his chest. Ron put an arm around her, and they lay together for another five minutes before Ron said, “How about some breakfast, or should I say brunch.”

They got up and got dressed, then Ron cooked them a breakfast of bacon, egg, hash browns and toast. They both tucked in, feeling ravenous for some reason. Once they had finished and cleared away, Ron said, “Right, it’s time to cast off and begin our voyage.” Mary asked if she could cast off, so Ron instructed her what to do. She walked the gang plank onto the tow path, undid both mooring ropes and threw them back on board, pulled the mooring pegs up after a bit of difficulty, then came back on board.

Ron had started the engine and was holding the boat into the bank with his boat hook. Once Mary was back on board, he put the boat hook back on the roof, picked up the gangplank,

( A piece of wood about six foot long and eight inches wide, ) and put that up on the roof too. Then sitting with the tiller in between them, they set off.

Mary had a go at steering, managing quite well for a first timer. Ron explained to her that they had to go in this direction as the boat was too long to turn around in the canal. “There are turning areas along the canal,” he told her. “I have a map showing where they all are. The next one is five hours away, then the one after that is another three and a half hours away. So, we will sail to the second turning area, then start back.”

“Which way do you go to Birmingham?” Mary asked him. “The way we are going now,” Ron said, When I leave, I have to go two hours past your village then turn around and come back.” Mary said, “I’m putting you to a lot of trouble.” Ron leaned over and kissed her, “No you’re not,” he said, “It’s no trouble at all, and even if it was, you’re worth it.” Mary gave him a happy smile.

They saw a lock up ahead. Mary said she’d like to help, so Ron said, “I’ll do this first one with you, then if you want to you can have a go solo at the next one, but you might find it easier if you stay on the boat and leave it to me.” Mary was made of determined stuff. “I’ll have a go,” she said firmly.

When they arrived at the lock, Ron pulled into the side and hopped off, tied the front mooring rope to a mooring ring set in the canal side, then helped Mary jump ashore. The gates nearest to them were closed, so they went up to the lock for a closer look.

The lock was empty of water and the next section of canal was lower down. Ron explained that first they had to close the far gates. He demonstrated by closing the gate on their side, then they crossed over to the other gate. Mary stood as she had seen Ron do and pushed against the long arm with her back. Nothing seemed to happen, so she pushed harder. Seeing her straining, Ron said, don’t overdo it, just keep up some pressure and they’ll start to move. As he spoke Mary felt the bar behind her back move slightly, so keeping the same pressure, she moved her feet along the ridges in the floor and found that once the gate started moving it became easier. She felt really proud when with a loud ‘thud’ the gate banged against the one Ron had closed.

Ron could see that both paddles in the lower gate were closed as they needed them, but he demonstrated to Mary how to check. She had a go at opening one a little way, then closed it. She found it hard but doable. Then they went to the other gates and Mary opened the first paddle, she saw and heard the water start gushing in, watching transfixed. Ron crossed to the other gate and opened that paddle, then they both stood and watched as the lock filled up.

As they watched, Ron suddenly had a thought, “Can you swim?” he asked. “Yes,” Mary told him, “I learned at school.” Ron said, “Good, I should have asked you that earlier. If you fall in, the most likely thing you’ll need to do is to just stand up as most of the canals are only a few feet deep. But there are some parts that are deeper, plus of course locks when they are full can be very deep.”

Soon the lock was full. Ron opened one gate whilst Mary, after a bit of a struggle managed to open the other. Ron went back to the boat and sailed it into the lock. Jumping ashore, he closed one of the gates he had just sailed through, whilst Mary, now having had some practice, closed the other one. Going to the far gates, Ron opened one paddle and gave the winding handle to Mary. After a couple of goes, she managed to open it, then they both watched as the water level in the lock went down, taking the boat with it.

Once the water in the lock was level with the lower canal, they opened the gates, one each again. Ron pointed out that it was almost impossible to open the gates until the water each side was exactly level. Telling Mary to walk up the canal tow path, “( so called because the original barges were towed by a horse, ) Ron climbed down the vertical ladder built into the side of the lock. Getting back on the boat, he sailed out and picked Mary up further along.

Both back on board, Mary agreed it was hard work, but she was glad she had tried it, and it was good to know that she could do it. She was still determined to try the next one on her own. Mary made them both a coffee, then they sailed along through the peaceful countryside whilst they drank it.

The next section of canal was through a fairly flat area so there were no locks to slow them down. Late afternoon they came to the next lock. Mary was pleased to see the gates nearest them were open, also that there didn’t seem to be anyone around to watch her. Ron dropped her off at the approach, then sailed on into the lock. Mary reached the lock on foot, then closed both gates. The next section of canal was higher, so she checked the paddles were closed on the gates she had just closed, then went and opened the paddles in the far gates. She watched the boat coming up from the depths as the water flooded in.

When the lock was full, she opened both gates, then closed the paddles. As the boat was now level with the sides of the lock, she was able to step onto the boat before Ron sailed out. “Well done,” Ron told her, “You’re now a fully-fledged lock operator.” Mary beamed at him, feeling very proud of herself.

“At the next lock,” Ron told her, “You can drive the boat.” They sailed on and just after five they came to a village. Tying up, they went for a walk and to pick up some supplies. This was a larger village and had a small supermarket, so Ron did some re stocking.