Author's Note: This is a five part story and, although each part might be read without reading the others, reading all parts gives a little better understanding of the whole story. I wish to express my profound thanks to Literotica's most gracious (and lovely) Copperbutterfly for her time and effort in editing these stories to make them more enjoyable reading.
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On Saturday afternoon after my cruise with Claire Davis, I caught an afternoon booking with a family on a two week vacation trip in the area. That evening when I got back, my phone service, which was comprised of two spinster sisters who ran a service for a number of small businesses from their home, informed me that I had received a call for a booking on Sunday from a Getty party.
I stayed up until nearly midnight cleaning the interior of the boat and was up at sunup mopping and hosing off the decks and then polishing the fixtures. I was pretty well satisfied with the shape of the boat by the time I heard the hail in late morning.
"Yahoo! The Lady A. Can I come on deck?"
"Yes, ma'am, please do." I hurried to the gangway to help the lady.
"You must be the captain?"
She was different from the other three. She must have been nearer Ellie's age than Trudi, maybe later forties or early fifties. No doubt she was the heaviest of the four friends but her weight was distributed in an almost classic Coke bottle figure. She had a heavy-looking pair of boobs, a broad round bottom and a modest waist in between. Her legs were shapely but sturdy. However when I got a look at her face, I was smitten. She had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen and she displayed a head full of long black hair, interspersed with a little gray, that flowed down past her buttocks. That was another feature that I found extremely attractive and sexy in a woman.
"Yes, ma'am, I am Captain Tom Cook," I responded.
"Hi. I'm Martha Gettys. I talked to your office about a cruise today?"
"Yes, ma'am. Please come aboard."
She walked daintily down the gangway and laughed self-consciously as she stopped in front of me. Unlike the others, she was dressed in a blouse and skirt that covered more of her than the typical shorts and tank tops. However I have always loved the way a pleated skirt flows over a pair of well-defined hips and a smooth round bottom and that's exactly the picture she presented as she came aboard.
"My friends have told me about the cruises they have taken with you this week and ... well, it sounded so refreshing that I wanted to try one too. I don't really care where we go, Captain, so you can set whatever course you think best."
"Would you like to see the sunset or do you need to return earlier?"
"Oh, no, I wouldn't miss an opportunity to see the sunset from the water."
"All right. Let me show you around the boat and then we'll get underway."
I gave her the nickel tour of the boat and then calculated a course to the east, north and southwest to complete a day's travel. With Martha watching nearby, I pulled in the mooring lines, backed into the traffic lane and we motored out to the mouth of the harbor. I cut the engines and set out the canvass, fascinated as always when it billowed out into the wind and the boat began to skim over the relatively flat water.
Martha accepted my offer of a glass of juice and sat sipping it on the sundeck. When the autopilot took over, she asked me to join her and we talked about the weather, the boat, living near the water ... and being lonely. I was amazed at how similar the story of her marriage was to those of her friends. Why any red-blooded male would leave these four women to their own devices and not at least attempt to keep them well-fucked was beyond me.
It was early in the afternoon when Martha turned to me and asked, "Tom, do you think I'm attractive."
"Well, no, ma'am. You're way to pretty to just be attractive. You're ... well, you're sexy and beautiful and very desirable."