Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.
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I had not had a good week. Nothing went well at the office, where my thirteen employees seemed to be dead set on breaking my fledgling little company. Maybe thirteen was proving to be an unlucky number in many aspects ... my girlfriend of thirteen months decided that she was 'moving on,' meaning that she had found someone else she wanted to be with instead of me.
I had worked every day for the last seven weeks and now I was going to take the next two days off, come hell or high water. I had decided that I needed the time off to keep my sanity so I had arrived at the marina early this morning to start a leisurely weekend.
I had brought plenty of provisions for meals and drinks, probably enough to last me for two weeks instead of two days but at least if I wanted variety, I would have it. After I stowed them in the galley of my 42-foot sloop, I got out the hose and pressure washed the crusted salt from everything on the deck and now it was gleaming white and shiny chromium silver again like it should be. It was already late morning by the time I finished these tasks.
Starting the motor, I had eased the boat over to the service area, where I flushed out the waste water tank, filled the fresh water tank and was in the process of topping off the diesel fuel when a gaggle of people came along the boardwalk talking about the various boats in the marina. Several of them stopped just a few feet from me and exclaimed about my beautiful little conveyance. They were all late-thirtyish or early fortyish, all very tanned, all wearing some kind of halter top, shorts, and deck shoes, a sort of non-uniform uniform for the coastal area.
I heard one woman say, "Aren't those sleek lines?"
Another said, "I wonder how fast she sails."
Still another responded, "I don't know but it looks fast."
One of the women spotted me watching them while I held the fuel nozzle. She asked, "Is this your boat?"
"Yes, ma'am," I responded.
"Its very nice," she said. "Are you planning to take her out today?"
"Yes, ma'am. Just as soon as I get her fueled up."
There was a moment's silence and then I asked, "Would you and your friends like to go sailing with me?"
Suddenly there was a hubbub of chatter among the women. A very pretty blonde leaned over and asked, "How long will you be out?"
"Well, I'm planning on making it a very leisurely cruise up the coast and back. I probably wont be back until late tonight or maybe even sometime tomorrow. But there's room for all of you if you want to come."
They turned to each other and began talking all at once. I heard someone say, "I've got to pick up the kids at 3 so I can't go." Another said, "Gary is taking me to dinner and the theatre tonight. I don't think I'd better go but you all go ahead."
By the time I hung up the nozzle and screwed the cap on my fuel tank, three of them had continued their stroll down the boardwalk. Four ladies stood by the boat and one asked, "Can we go with you?"
I walked to the ladder and offered my hand. "I would be most delighted to have you go. Please come aboard."
As each one stepped aboard, using my hand to steady them down the short ladder, I had a chance to check them out. There was not one of the four that I would kick out for eating crackers in bed. They were mature women with large breasts, nice large round bottoms, and waists and legs that indicated that these ladies were active, probably tennis players or frequent swimmers. I could see that I would likely have a problem the whole trip trying to keep my third leg dormant. They introduced themselves as Glenda, Sherri, Laurie, and Abby.
I gave the women a quick tour of the boat, including the cabin and galley. They left their handbags on the bed in the cabin and followed me back on deck, watching as I cast off, and motored out past the breakwater. When we were well clear, I raised the mainsail and jib, cut the diesel and savored the light salty wind that took us cutting silently through the gentle swells of the ocean.
We'd been out for maybe an hour with the coast just barely in sight on our left when Glenda said, "I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna work on my tan."
With that she stood and unabashedly took off her halter top, revealing a pair of monstrous boobs that must have been EE cup or maybe even larger. Walking to the cabin deck she spread a towel just in front of the wheel where I was standing, then sat on the towel and proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her smooth legs. Right after that, she peeled off her tiny thong panties and dropped them on the pile of clothes beside her.
With a huge smile on her face, she looked at me and said, "I hope you don't mind, captain. I can't stand lines in my tan."
I gulped and managed to say, "Not at all."
However when she spread her legs and rubbed a hand along the neatly shaven crease, I had the feeling she had something else in mind. I reached over and flipped on the autopilot, noticing that Glenda was still watching me watching her.
