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.
I had spent the entire winter in the Caribbean operating principally out of Port-au-Prince but taking charters wherever I thought there was good money. I missed out a few days but stayed reasonably busy and made enough to keep up the payments on the boat, pay for my living expenses, and put a little aside in the bank for my future.
With the tourist trade easing in the islands in early May, I reprovisioned my boat, purchased and stepped a new mast to replace one that had developed a hairline crack in the base, and paid my last mooring fees. At the beginning of the third week of the month, I set sail through the islands, up to the Atlantic coast of Florida and thus along the coast to the cape.
When I arrived about 3 o'clock Sunday afternoon, my slip was waiting for me and the harbor master greeted me like the friend that he was. I bought him a beer and we caught up on happenings from the winter. Then I walked the short distance to my little house and started the process of opening and airing it to make it livable again.
It wasn't until Monday morning that I went down to the Post Office to collect my mail. Most of it was junk mail – ads for this thing or another – with a couple of small bills thrown in and a letter in a little blue envelope with the soft scent of some sort or flowers. There was no return address.
As soon as I got back home, I opened the blue envelope. It was a little note from Ellie Dupont asking me to give her a call as soon as I was back and settled in. She wanted to take a cruise as soon as possible and she would be bringing a guest. That made me wonder if she had found a serious male companion over the winter.
I decided it might be a little early for her so I puttered around the house for a while. Then when I took a break for lunch, I pulled out my cell phone and called her.
"Hello, Ellie. It's Tom Cook."
"Oh, hello, Captain. It's so good to hear from you."
"You, too. I got your note."
"Oh, yes! I had almost forgotten. I was wondering when you would be available for a first cruise this season."
"Well, I just got back yesterday, but I'm ready any time you'd like."
"Good. How about tomorrow?"
"That will be good. I'll plan to see you and your guest at the marina at ... noonish?"
"That sounds good. We'll see you then, Captain."
That was good. Even if I had lost a lover, I hoped to maintain my income with the regular cruises for the ladies. That certainly would make my life easier.
Early the next morning, I went down to the local market to stock up my galley with fresh steaks, potatoes, salad ingredients and a number of other foods. I even had to hire one of their bagboys to help me carry my purchases to the boat.
After stowing everything in the galley, I went topside and got out the high pressure hose and washed down the entire boat, knocking off the accumulated salt from the previous week's trip up the coast. Then putting the hose away, I got out the brass polish and polished up all of the metal fixtures. By the time I finished, the boat was looking brand new.
I had just stowed my cleaning supplies when I heard Ellie hail me from the dock.
"Hello, Captain."
"Hello, Mrs. DuPont. It is good to see you," I said, coming around the side of the cabin. I stopped, not a little surprised. Instead of being accompanied by a man, her companion was another woman – a younger woman.
"May we come aboard, Captain?"
"Oh! Pardon me. Yes, please. Let me help you." I scurried to the gangplank to offer a steadying hand. As soon as Ellie was on the deck, I turned to her beautiful companion and offered my hand.
"Welcome aboard."
"Thank you, Captain. I've heard a lot of good things about your cruises."
She was a beauty! I guessed she was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. She had long blonde hair, the kind that might or might not be real, a fabulous face, breasts large enough to push out the darts in her white blouse, a wonderful round ass that seemed alive when she walked, and long tanned legs that seemed to go up to her throat. She was obviously physically active, with enough muscle tone in those legs to give me an image of a very mobile tennis player.
"Only good things, I hope."
She laughed, the sound of music, "Yes, Captain. My mother has told me only good things about you."
"Oh? Then you're one up on me because she
didn't
