I awoke the next morning alone in the bed. I could hear Harry up on deck fiddling around with something. I stretched out and sighed contentedly. The previous night had been beyond ecstasy for me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I could feel so good.
I heard Harry whistling and his footfalls above my head on the deck. I figured he was checking the rigging or the anchor. I stretched again and then bounded from the bed. I went to the head and checked my reflection in the mirror. My chin had a white crusty patch on it and I smiled as I remembered how it had gotten there.
I finished my duties and brushed my teeth. Wrapping a towel around myself, I went up on deck. Sure enough, Harry was forward checking something on the anchor rode. I stepped gingerly from the cockpit up to the deck and stepped up behind him.
"Good morning, handsome." I beamed.
He turned around to face me and flashed me a huge grin, "'Morning back atcha, Babe."
He stood up to face me and I jumped into his arms, forgetting the towel wrapped around me, which fell to the deck. I didn't care, I was naked in the sunshine with him on his boat and I felt wonderful! He let out a deep laugh as he swept me into his arms and we locked our lips in a passionate kiss.
I felt his cock begin to grow against me as he crushed me to him. Giggling, I spun from his grasp and dance naked across the deck. Striking, what I thought to be, a seductive pose, I flashed him a challenging grin.
Bellowing in mock rage, he charged towards me. I skipped lightly around the side stays and bounded down into the cockpit. There, I stood with my legs apart and my hands on my hips, smiling defiantly back at him.
"Ha, ha, ha little girl. You're much too quick for me. I guess, you win. You have escaped me."
My jaw dropped in mock surprise and I leapt up to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our lips mashed in a deep kiss as his hands roamed freely down my back to cup my ass. I felt his fingers slide along my slit, causing me to shiver in delight.
He broke the kiss and said, "Maybe you would like some coffee."
I smiled mischievously, "Maybe I would like something else to drink."
He laughed his deep hearty laugh once again. "No, your lessons will continue in a bit. But first, we need to have some sustenance."
Pouting, I let my legs slip from his waist. "Shall I put on some clothes too?"
"Well, that's entirely up to you. As you can see, we are all alone with little chance of being disturbed. I like you just as you are."
A little while later, after a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and coffee, we sat at the table. Harry got serious. "Rachel, how do you really feel about last night?"
I smiled my broadest smile, "Harry, I loved it. You were so gentle and loving. I never imagined I could feel so good."
"But I'm thirty-five years older than you are."
"Thirty-three, but who's counting? I don't care about age. It's you I care about. Can't you see that?"
His face softened. "For how long, is the question? You see Rach, I have only given my heart away to one woman before. You are so young that we don't really have that much in common."
I had to get stern with him. "We have much more in common than you think. We both love the same music, sixties rock and roll, we love movies, and," I smiled evilly, "I adore sucking you."
He guffawed, "Well, you are right about that, I love you sucking me too."