With the charter season behind me, I prepared to secure the yacht and catch up with friends. I had also received a wedding invitation from a close friend, and I decided to attend alone. The reception was at a resort, and I decided to stay at the resort’s accommodation. During the reception, I noticed a good-looking brunette sitting at another table.

I was seated next to a middle-aged redhead with large breasts. She was pleasant enough until she learned of my military past, and the conversation went south from there. After the meal, drinks, and toastings, I decided to mingle with the other guests. While I was ordering a drink from the bar, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. When I turned around, it was the good-looking brunette, and I knew I should know her. With a sexy smile, she asked if I remembered her. It was an embarrassing few minutes as I tried to remember where I knew her from. Then it struck me it was Sarah, and we had met at last year’s New Year’s Eve house party, sitting naked around the pool. I asked her how she had been and joked I didn’t recognise her with her clothes on and still so sexy. She laughed as she enquired why I had not contacted her.

Her partner came over, and we had a brief conversation before they disappeared into the crowd. The rest of the night was uneventful, and with the bride and groom now departed, I decided to head to my room. As I unpacked and prepared for bed, I thought I would go out and check my truck and find the phone charger. It was a hot night, and I was glad to be out of the suit and back in shorts and short sleeves. I was at my truck when I heard someone behind me, and it was Sarah. She was still in a sexy dress, but I could tell she had a few drinks. As she rested against the fender, she told me she had missed me. I asked her about her partner, and she said it was not working out. He didn’t understand her needs; I was curious about the comment, so we stood there in the parking lot chatting and agreed to meet for coffee tomorrow before I headed back to the yacht.

Sarah and I caught up the next morning, and she looked great in a long summer dress. We chatted about what we had been doing, and I told her about my first year with the yacht charters. She was curious about the lifestyle and commented it would be great to be living on the ocean. I mentioned she was welcome to join me if she had free time. We left with a hug, and I drove back to the marina.

About a month later, I had a call from Sarah telling me I should be thinking about coming up for a visit. I explained it was the storm season, so there was no guarantee we could go sailing, but I would love to see her again. Sarah arrived about a week later, and I showed her to the forward cabin I had prepared. After she had settled in, we shared a drink and meal at the marina tavern and chatted about the last twelve months and the interesting party where we met. We finally chatted about our personal lives. We were talking about relationships, and Sarah explained that she needed a guy who understood her need to experiment and explore sexually. I was curious, so I pressed her for more detail, and she explained she enjoyed the excitement of meeting a random guy and not knowing that he was going to be rough or gentle. The difference in the guys’ techniques and size excited her. I told her about Sam, a married lady I used to play with. Her husband would let her fuck other guys, including watching her and joining in. Sarah was fascinated and said she needed to find a guy like that. She confessed most guys were possessive, and her sexual needs led to one divorce.

I was curious if Sarah had always been sexually active and where it all started. She went on to tell me that they had a married family friend who was visiting from interstate with his work. Her parent encouraged her to hang out with him on the weekends. He rode a motorbike and one day asked if she would like to go to the beach. With her parent’s consent, she jumped on the back of his bike, and they spent the day at the beach. They splashed around, and there was lots of touching, and she was getting aroused. He offered to take her back to his apartment, which was only two blocks from her house and one block back from the beach. Being only fifteen, she was nervous, but he took his time and was gentle, and she had an amazing time. He laid her on the bed and explored her with his tongue, giving her the first orgasm. As she recovered, he climbed on top and fucked slowly, bringing them both to an orgasm.

When she got home, she felt different but unsatisfied and masturbated again. Over the next few weeks, she made up numerous excuses to visit Mark, and Sarah explored a variety of sexual positions and locations. She learned how to suck his cock and enjoy catching and swallowing semen, trying all the different positions. One night, she went to visit Mark, and she was disappointed to discover he had a friend staying the night. They sat down to watch TV, and eventually, they started watching porn. One thing led to another, and she had sex with both guys.

It was getting late, and while I was keen to hear more of her stories, we also needed some sleep. I reached over and kissed her and took that as a queue she would be willing to come to bed with me. As I lay her on the bed, I knelt between her legs and caressed the inside of her thighs and admired her trimmed pussy. As I did, I ran my tongue along the outside of her pussy lips and watched her clit become hard. I imagined how many guys had done this and how many had been in her, filling her with come as she orgasmed. That night, we had passionate sex, and I told her how I found it erotic to hear about her previous experiences. The idea brought us both to a quick orgasm. As we lay in each other’s arms, I told her how I found sexually confident women attractive. She asked if I would accept a girlfriend or wife being with other men. My immediate reaction was I would support an “open relationship”.

Sarah stayed for another week, and everything we did had a sexual undertone. Sarah did not need any encouragement not to wear a bra, and we would go shopping with her wearing light-coloured clothes. I would slip my hand under her top in public places. Working out arousal to a frenzy, we would go back to the yacht and fuck each other senselessly. It would always lead to the idea of her having two guys taking turns with her.

It was sad to see Sarah go back to her home and work, but I also had to go and meet a tour operator to advertise my charter business. I flew to the city, booked into the hotel, and organised myself for the meeting the following morning. It was a really nice five-star hotel, and I decided that I would have a few drinks before dinner. A legacy of my time with defence is I will position myself to be able to observe the maximum space. I will look for obvious exits and be able to see the entrance. Sitting at the bar, I took note of the people moving around. Instinctively, I was looking for any potential threat. It is a trait that doesn’t make me much fun to hang out with.