This is the third chapter of The Haircut. This continues the story started in the first two chapters. This will be much easier to follow if you've already read the first two chapters.
This story is a work of fiction. The story mentions or implies some real places and institutions. They are used fictitiously here. To the author's knowledge, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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Vickie, Molly, and I flew to Hawaii the day after Vickie and I got married. Molly's older sister Lucinda owned a sailboat and ran a business giving people sailing tours of the islands. As a wedding present, Molly had persuaded Lucinda to take us on a multi-day cruise around the islands. Molly was going to start working on Lucinda's boat, so she was coming too. Lucinda promised we could be nude for the entire cruise.
We reached the marina where Lucinda had docked the boat around mid-day. Lucinda led us below to our cabin, which was small but appeared comfortable. "Stow your things here," Lucinda said. "We need to stay covered until we're out of the basin. This marina's not the most open-minded place in the islands. If you want to strip off and just wrap a towel around yourself before you on deck."
Vickie and I went on deck wearing only towels. Molly, still in a tee shirt and shorts, cast off the lines and jumped aboard. Lucinda carefully motored around some huge yachts. Out of the basin, Lucinda announced "clothing may now be dispensed with. On the open water, no one really cares if you're not wearing anything." Vickie and I took off our towels. Molly pulled off her shirt and dropped her shorts. She hadn't bothered with underwear that day.
Lucinda hoisted a sail, then said, "Molly, take the wheel for a moment. Just keep us pointed out to sea." Once Molly took the wheel, Lucinda doffed her shirt and shorts. She had a nice allover tan.
Lucinda was, Molly had said, eight years older than her. They also had a brother who was ten years older than Lucinda. Lucinda was taller than Molly and very slender. She wasn't unattractive, but she wasn't as beautiful as Molly or Vickie. To me, Lucinda had a weathered look that I attributed to a lot of time on saltwater in small boats.
As Lucinda re-took the wheel, she said, "you don't have to get dressed again until the cruise is over. If you want a unique experience, I suggest fucking in the bow while we're underway. Don't worry about me seeing you. You won't be the first people I've seen fuck on deck and, I hope, you won't be the last." Vickie and I smiled at each other.
We anchored off Molokai that evening. Vickie and I skinny dipped while Lucinda and Molly fixed dinner. The food was simple, but very good. Our offer to help clean up had been emphatically declined, so Vickie and I drank some wine while Lucinda and Molly cleaned up. Once finished with that, the nude Havika sisters joined us on deck. The boat gently rocked in the waves. The boat showed only the minimum lighting required. However, there was enough moonlight so we could see each other.
It took effort, but Vickie got Lucinda to tell us about herself. That was impressive. Lucinda had a degree in naval architecture and marine engineering. She had crewed on several ocean races and had soloed from Australia to Hawai'i. She and another woman had sailed literally around the world. She had certificates from the Coast Guard authorizing her to captain large boats carrying paying passengers. I wondered whether she had a boyfriend, or girlfriend. That must have been a question she was asked a lot because she addressed it without us asking.
"You're wondering whether I have a partner," Lucinda said. "I'm basically hetero, although my partner on the round-the-world trip and I did pleasure each other. There was no one else on board to do it so we had to pleasure each other. I live on board. If I want time on land, I sail to the big island and stay with our parents. Add in that I don't like to wear clothes or have clothed people around me, and you get a lifestyle not many guys want. It sounds great but, when the reality sinks in, they usually leave the next time we make port. A vibrator is a lot less hassle." That struck me as sad.
Vickie and I relaxed as we sailed between Lanai and Maui and around the Big Island. As we headed back west, Lucinda took a close haul tack and suggested that would be our best opportunity to fuck in the bow. It was something we had to try. Having previously only had sex on stationary objects, the sensation of making love while we were moving was interesting. Doing it with wind and spray coming over the bow was certainly unique. Our first coupling was in traditional missionary position, which meant that my body shielded Vickie from much of the wind and water. A little bit later, we asked Lucinda to take a close haul tack again so that Vickie could be on top. Vickie enjoyed that.
The highlight of our trip came along the north coast of Molokai. Fairly early one day, Lucinda anchored off a vacant beach. "Molly tells me the three of you know each other intimately," Lucinda said. "I need to get some fuel. This beach doesn't get many people. Why don't you three take the inflatable to the beach. I'll go for fuel. You can have fun with each other. I'll be back to pick you up in a few hours."
That sounded pleasant, and the beach looked inviting. We loaded food, drink, sunscreen, and ourselves into the inflatable. We did not take any clothes or even any towels. Once Lucinda sailed off, we'd be unable to cover up, which was what we wanted. Watching her sail away, knowing we'd be exposed to anyone we encountered, was a great feeling. Before Lucinda was out of sight, Vickie, Molly, and I were hugging, kissing, and fondling each other.
We heard voices before we got too far. Separating, we saw three women coming out of the trees onto the beach. They like they were in their early twenties. Two of the girls wore shorts and bikini tops, the third appeared to have shorts on over a one-piece swimsuit. They were all carrying towels and two of the girls carried a cooler between them. The three of us stood facing them as they walked closer to the water. We could see they were looking at us.
The girls put down their cooler and started spreading out towels about ten feet from us. I said to Vickie and Molly, "we probably ought to give them some space." I walked over to our cooler and picked it up.
A blonde in shorts and a bikini top said, "You were here first. Don't let us make you move."
I looked at Vickie, who nodded. I put the cooler down. "Thank you," Vickie said to the blonde.
"Uh, why don't you have any clothes on?" the blonde asked.
"We are on a sailboat," Molly replied. "We left our clothes on the boat while we came to the beach. The captain took the boat down the coast to run an errand and left us here naked."
"That's not nice," the blonde replied.
"No," Vickie said. "We wanted it that way."
"Really?" the brunette in the one-piece replied.
"Yes," Molly said. "We thought it would be fun to be naked with no ability to cover up."
"Is it?" asked the blonde who had spoken to us first.
"So far it has been," Vickie said. Molly and I nodded agreement.
