Chapter 28: Tara Comes East

Sheri, Maryann, and I were sitting in deck chairs on the lower rear deck of Jake’s fabulous yacht. We were naked. We were lathered up with suntan lotion so thick I wondered whether any tanning rays from the sun would reach our skin. We each had a margarita and were lying back mostly with our eyes shut.

I said, “Online case stories. We need permission from past clients to tell what PR Engineering did for them.”

Sheri said, “I can do that. We need photographs – hundreds of them. We also need a slick, client-oriented magazine to handout or mail. Physical presence. Do two or three issues a year. Stories. Case studies. Introduce special parts of the business – the higher margin stuff.”

Maryann nodded, “I can help with all that. I’d do some YouTube videos and maybe even some half-hour TV shows that show unique aspects of PR Engineering’s accomplishments in some area. I’d certainly show up that tunnel through the Alps and how it was planned, engineered, and then implemented all under PR’s aegis. Maybe we go halfsies with the construction company.”

Another silence descended on the women.

Deke appeared wearing board shorts. The women made no effort to cover their nudity. He carried a pitcher of freshly made margaritas. Without asking he refilled each of the girl’s glasses, and then strolled away.

Sheri asked, “How much repeat business does PR get?”

After a long silence, I said, “Deserves study. Some for sure. We need to tie it together more. Once they get a client, they should keep doing business with them for life.”

Maryann said, “Give bonuses to the project managers that generate completely new project spinoffs from their work within the same client organization.”

I said, “We need some way to reward customer referrals. If one of PR’s clients or past clients is directly responsible for a new project, they should have something nice happen for them.”

Sheri smirked, “I could show up and fuck their brains out.”

Maryann and I went, “Hmmmmm, plausible idea.”

I said, “What if we put a multi-client program together, where current and past clients get preferential treatment at some golf resort and to hear august men and women show up to talk about current issues?”

Sheri asked, “I’ll work on that. Does Kevin do videography?”

I nodded, “Yes. He could start on some of the vids we just mentioned.”

Sheri commented, “Maybe we could make our own porn films?”

Maryann said, “We need samples of all this marketing stuff in order to sell the idea to Tom and the upper management team. Tom might like our ideas, but his cohorts also need to be on board. They’re worried that he’s going to ramrod something we come up with into operations. We should have some sacrificial lambs they can skewer, too.”

Lynn came downstairs from the upper deck. Her moves were seductive and her nudity was in keeping with all of the other females on the yacht. She was Maryann’s sister and had become associated with Jake and his cryptocurrency trading operations. Lynn and Jake were building an expert system to predict the success of various trades. Lynn and Jake also fucked like bunnies, especially when Maryann was out of town fucking other people like the bunny that she was.

Maryann and Lynn’s mother had even come down to ‘visit’, staying at Jake’s house and also often spending time in his bed, sometimes even with one or both of her daughters. She’d spend more time in Florida, but she did have a job up north that required her presence. She always went home happy.

Lynn stood and looked at the three of us. “I thought you were working this afternoon?”

“We are,” I protested. “We’ve been hashing out various ideas we’ve been hatching about how to move our client to a bigger and better future.”

“Sure looks like tough work,” she chuckled. The three of us simultaneously toasted her with our drinks.

Sheri said to her, “Do you know you have cum running down your leg?”

“Occupational hazard involved in hanging around with the crowd on the upper deck. You three are missed. That’s why I came down. We need more pussy up there. If I keep satisfying all the cocks up there, I’ll end up sore. Come on. Get up there and get fucked.” She laughed.

The three of us reluctantly rose, picked up our drinks, and carried them up the steep stairs with us. Fortunately, the boat was large enough that even cruising slowly in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, it didn’t bob around too much.

Luke captured me at the top of the stairway. “Brie, I have missed you so. You spend too much time in Denver.”

“I miss you, too. I have this new business to run and some important clients to keep happy.” My excuses sounded lame, but what I’d said was true. I was feeling the pressure to be sure that Porter Consulting – the name I’d chosen for my business – had enough business to support and pay everyone in the business.

Luke and I stood to one side on the upper deck and I took hold of a chrome side railing and looked out over the water towards the land that was miles away. I spread my legs slightly and he came in behind me. I felt his warm cock wend its way into my interior and then he started to slowly pump into me. He was telling me how he missed me.

Luke’s hands came around me and initially held my breasts, allowing his palms to feel as my nipples became aroused and as hard as steel thimbles. He knew what excited me.

“God, Luke. This is so decadent and so fucking hot. Keep pumping that big cock inside me. Make me cum.”

Other people around us were doing similar things. The women’s nudity had aroused every man on the vessel and a lot of fucking was the result now that we were far offshore. I noticed that Lynn was again riding a cock.

The presence of our other friends behind us didn’t appear to influence our sexual behavior at all. I figured they could watch or join in as they saw fit.

A few seconds later, Sheri adopted the same position next to me with Owen pumping his cock into her. She looked like she’d been transported to some alternate heaven.

Further down the same railing that I held, Maryann bent over with Sean behind her, pumping his meaty cock into Jake’s wife. I liked how she moaned, and also how she and Jake had made their marriage one that encouraged open relationships and sex with others.

I asked, “What happened to Tara?”

I had told Tara about Jake’s sex parties and also about what went on when we all took his large yacht for a cruise. She was interested and so I invited her to fly back to Florida with us for one of those weekends when everything would be on the table. Tom also encouraged her to go, and Grace told her about her experiences at some of Jake’s parties.

We got back to Florida the night before – a Thursday evening. Jake had put out the word that he was taking his yacht on an afternoon cruise on Friday, stopping for an early dinner in Fort Meyers, and then returning to Sarasota. The result was that thirty of his friends were on board and making the best of the afternoon and evening.

Sean responded to my question, “Your cute friend is sitting in Jake’s lap impaled on his cock as he steers this craft so we don’t hit anything or run aground. She’s hot. I was with her an hour ago.”

I chuckled, “Don’t wear her out. I want her to get the full experience at the party tomorrow night. She’s kind of new to all this. She integrated into our swinger’s group in Denver nicely, but this and tomorrow’s party will be truly over-the-top for her. I promised to return her in good condition.”

Luke laughed, “We’ll take good care of her, and leave no marks, bruises, or bite marks.” We all laughed.

Later, despite swimming in the Gulf and then a shower on the fantail of his yacht, most of the women on the cocktail cruise were still leaking seminal fluid into their bikini bottoms. No one seemed to care, except possibly Tara, who was embarrassed for a few moments until she realized that no one else gave a damn. Most of the other women were in the same condition.

Jake cruised into Charlotte Harbor and navigated us to a dock at Boca Grande on Gasparilla – one of the barrier islands. A bunch of golf carts picked us up and drove us a few blocks to a restaurant named the Sand Dollar. The place was a dive but had a great menu and loud music. Many of us danced and carried on as we ordered an early dinner. The women were all in their barely-there bikinis, a few with gossamer wraps or sarongs, and we all kept having wardrobe malfunctions to the delight of the other patrons in the place, mostly males.

After dinner, we strolled back to the yacht. We weren’t very far towards the Gulf of Mexico from Boca Grande before nudity on deck became the norm. I don’t think that we grossed out anybody on land. A couple of boats coming back in from the Gulf or elsewhere in Charlotte Harbor got treated to our eye candy. The sun was still setting but we were still nude.

Jake went into a higher gear for a while on the trip north once we were well into the Gulf. The boat cut through the water and made significant waves, and he didn’t want to swamp out any other boats as we went by them so he’d avoided the smaller craft that stayed nearer to shore.

I saw Tara cuddling in a sexual way with Deke, my flight instructor, and I opted to capture Brent for some of his loving. He still had that unique ability to just keep fucking nonstop for as long as he wanted, periodically cumming, but then segueing right into the next bout without withdrawing or resting. We were on the lower deck on one of the deck chairs I’d been lying on earlier when I was ‘working’. His wife Roz had been rediscovered by Jake.

Allie, Derek’s girlfriend, adopted a chaise beside us with Blake pounding into her small pussy as she kept asking for “More”. Next to them, Marsha and Ryan were slowly fucking as they had a massive make out session that looked very romantic in nature.