Sir Frank wanted his yacht moved to the Med from South Florida and that was all there was to it.
"Just get it done Phillip." he barked.
Sir Frank was a man not to argue with, a self made multi millionaire who had no time for fools. We knew each other from way back at college and now both in our early 40's we both had a good understanding of one another. He was a Brit, but had world wide connections.
We agreed the terms and I made a few phone calls to old sailing hands to get the job done.
Isn't it always the way that just when you need someone they are doing something else far more important, for twice the money you have to offer.
So it was this time.
The only person on my list who jumped at the chance was Lisa or as I always called her Volcano tits. A lady roughly my age or there abouts, with a voluptuous figure and a wild sense of life. Of course her tits were her most outstanding points, well, maybe her smile as well.
I drove down to the marina and placed an add for 3 crew to sail to the Med, terms to be negotiated.
I now had the keys to the yacht, a fine 50 foot two masted vessel with a dark blue hull and white topsides.
Stepping aboard and opening the main hatchway I stepped down into a sumptuous main cabin area. It had chart table and plotting position close to the hatchway and a wet weather locker on the other side.
3 separate cabins, a galley (boats kitchen) and a huge main cabin area for lounging and dining.
She had all the electronics and gadgets you could wish for and world wide charts both electronic and paper. All I needed was the crew and away we go.
"Hi ... Hi ... anyone aboard," I heard a shout from the marina.
I popped my head out the hatchway to find Lisa beaming a million watt smile back at me.
"Hi darling, nice to see you, step aboard and bring your two friends with you," I chuckled.
"You cheeky barsteward," she responded and gave my ass a squeeze as she passed.
"Coffee, Tea or something stronger?" I asked.
"Something stronger in the shape of a fit guy would do me fine," she laughed.
"You still fit and horny are you?" I asked her.
"You bet I am," she responded.
She was a great companion, she was intelligent without being a smart ass and comforting without being patronising.
"Who else is on this one then Phillip?" she asked.
"Dunno yet," I replied "I still have to recruit them"
She ran through a half dozen names familiar to both of us, only for me to tell her they were all engaged elsewhere on more lucrative jobs.
We sat and chewed the fat for a while as we sipped iced tea from fine china cups 'well done Sir Frank' we both said to ourselves.
"I must be going now, shall I call back in tomorrow and see how your getting on?" she said.
"Yes do that Lisa, great to see you again and your two pals," and I gave one of her tits a playful squeeze. She responded by grabbing my crutch gently and giving it a squeeze in return.
"Nice package," she said smiling and walked off the boat down the decking.
"Hello any one there?" said a chirpy voice from the marina.
"Hi there and what can I do for you?" I responded.
Standing there was a guy about 6ft 3" tall dark hair swarthy complexion, dressed in a sailing top and jeans.
"I'm here about the crew your looking for," he said.
"Oh right, come aboard and lets chat," I said
He stepped over the mooring lines and slid down the steps into the main cabin.
"Wow, nice boat you got here," he said.
"Not my boat just a friends, sit down over there would you," I told him.
We chatted about the what, where and how of his previous experience and he handed me the equivalent of his CV, a most unusual thing to do in the circumstances.
I took his address and phone number and told him I would be in touch.
He had hardly stepped ashore when a girl with an olive skin and black hair asked if I was the captain looking for a crew. I helped her aboard and asked all the usual questions about her past experience, I told her too that I would be in touch.
Within the space of 3 hours six men and woman had all been interviewed for the 3 jobs available. None stood out as experienced and safe crew to take on what was a substantial journey.
One or more of the new crew would have to be able to cook, that was a certainty. I was not a good cook and Lisa didn't like cooking, although she could cook.
Hardly had my thoughts turned to Lisa and cooking as I felt the boat heal over as someone stepped onto the starboard side.
"Only me," shouted Lisa, "Pirate coming aboard," she chuckled and swung herself down into the cabin.
She pushed herself between the leather bench seat I was lounging on and the centre table and plonked down by my side, she gave my cock a playful squeeze as she did.
"My there's a big boy," she laughed.
My hand went to my cock and as if to check, I squeezed my own cock through my jeans.
"Well, I don't know about that, but he's sure not getting the exercise he wants," I responded.
"Pour me a drink and maybe we might remedy that," she winked cheekily and I got up and poured 2 whisky's from the drinks cabinet.
We sipped the whisky and chatted some more and as we did Lisa slid along the bench seat and slowly rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans.
When she was happy there would be enough to play with she unzipped me and pulled him from my boxers.
"I had almost forgotten what an uncut cock looked like, but now I remember," she laughed.
She worked her magic on him as she twisted and turned my foreskin over my now purple cock end. As she was playing with my cock I had managed to undo three buttons on her top and released her right tit out into the fresh air. Its hardened nipple stood proud of the smooth curve of her full tit. No wonder I had called her Volcano tits.
She lowered her head onto my cock end and lapped and sucked at it furiously. Almost as though there was a time limit to the whole thing. I couldn't have cared less, it had been quite a while since I had had this treatment and she could do whatever she wanted to my cock as long as I shot my load. It took no time at all for me to slump back down onto the seat and just let her work her magic on it. Pulling and tugging at my cock until I unloaded a huge jet of creamy cum all over her face, hands, tit and blouse top.
"Wow, you did need that badly, didn't you?" she exclaimed.
I nodded weakly and smiled as I saw a huge amount of cum dribbling everywhere.
"My turn now," she said "you're not the only one who needs a hand you know".
My hand returned to her taught nipple and with my other hand I ventured into the front of her jeans. She obligingly wriggled her ass out of her jeans and pants as I continued to bury my fingers into her pussy and clit. It seemed to take only a few minutes to have her bucking and writhing on the end of my fingers as she yelped and squealed as she came and flooded my hand with her sticky cum juice.
"Good boy, good boy," she smiled and laughed, "that was real good, I hope we get more as the journey goes on."
"So do I, you haven't lost your technique have you?" I asked.
"I had better get a sponge and sponge all this stuff off the seats or we could be stuck to them for a whole voyage," she said.
She got a sponge from the galley cupboard and started to sponge the seating at which I was still sitting, I could almost guess what was coming next as she stretched out and rubbed my face with the sponge. I grabbed it from her and she ran forward to the next cabin, trying to shut the door but failing as I followed her into the room. I dropped the sponge and started to undo my belt and pants. I slipped off my jeans and unfastened the belt from the jeans.
"Now my girl your going to get a good thrashing," and made out I was going to whip her with the belt.
"Oh no sir not another whipping oh God no!" she mockingly shouted.
She turned round and dropped her jeans to the floor. That was a bridge too far for me as I saw her plump rosy ass and the hint of pubic hair round her tight white cotton knickers.
I eased her pants aside and fingered her pussy with one hand as I grabbed at my stiff cock and placed him at her warm wet entrance.
I launched him into her pussy and grabbed both hips with my hands as he slid majestically into her.
"Oh yes give it to me baby , make me ride it," she said as she pushed back hard onto my cock, which was by now buried up to the root into her tight warm pussy.
We worked up a rhythm as we fucked hard at it, she was pushing back in time to my forward thrusts and we were both enjoying it and sweating profusely as we thrashed at the fucking.
I could feel her pussy grabbing and clenching tightly round my cock as she reached her peak. I unloaded a massive creamy string of cum into her and continued riding her until she started to subside.
We both flopped onto the single bunk still locked in each others arms.
"My God I needed that, and you haven't lost your touch, you barsteward," she said.
"No and neither have you Volcano tits," and I squeezed and massaged her tits.
I decide that Lisa would do some re interviews with me to sort the wheat from the chaff.
In the end we had 10 candidates and although some talked the talk, they were obviously not crew.
We decided that two short 3 hour trips with 5 of them on each trip would be the best test and the real world was always better than some talk up.
There were 5 guys on the first trip and on our return to shore we tied up and said our goodbyes to them.
"Jeez, if that's the best you got to offer then it looks like we won't be going anywhere," said Lisa.
I looked dejectedly at her and shrugged my shoulders. What a bunch, they had obviously not got a clue between them.
The second 5 were much better the next day and out of those 5 three shone head and shoulders above the rest.
As we made our way back to the marina Lisa and I chatted about the 3. We had agreed in a second or two and I said I would tell the 3 they had the trip and tell the other two 'nice try but no thank you'.
They turned out to be the big guy and the olive skinned girl and a freckle faced guy with short blonde hair. They were Dave, Jane and Guy and they were excited and thrilled to have been chosen. The two others a man and a girl were disappointed and asked to be remembered if we needed any more. I thanked them for their time and they left the boat and walked off down the marina.
The other three joined Lisa and I in the main saloon.
Dave had been to sea before as crew and had sailed round the Florida shores as had Jane. Guy had little experience but was very willing and eager to learn and he could cook.
He was asked to jot down a typical seafaring menu for a day and the results were just mouth-watering. Jane said she could cook, had cooked at sea, but didn't want to be stuck with the cooking.
I gave them a sample watch pattern I had used before for a 5 'man' crew trip which included all the cooking and washing up and cleaning duties necessary to keep a quality boat tidy and ship-shape. As well as the housekeeping duties they all had to muck in with the sailing tasks as well and I emphasised that this wasn't a picnic.
I told them they should all report at 8 the next morning with wet weather gear and life jackets for a shake down cruise for a full 24 hours and let's sort the men from the boys. I asked Guy to buy food for us all including beers and wines and gave him $200 reminding him I wanted some change.
