*This is part 3 of an ongoing series. A couple is out on a sailing excursion, looking for adventure and nature, but mostly sex. They will meet people along the way and bring them aboard for an unforgettable time. Group sex, swinging, bisexuals, masturbation, worshiping, and a whole lot more...welcome aboard.
**This is a longer story, hope you enjoy!**
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there is an insert with a boat 'tour'. skip this if uninterested, but it covers all the areas where things will happen, so may be worth a read.
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"Hey, isn't that the swingers symbol?" inquired Mary, pointing to a small pineapple flag, stiff in the breeze flowing through the harbor, low on the rigging of the catamaran next to the mooring ball they were approaching. It was a beautiful sunny day in Boulder Head Marina, and Dylan and Mary had just completed their fist overnight passage of their sailing journey. This bay was the fist stop of many on the trip, and also their first chance to bring new...friends...aboard.
Dylan glanced quickly to where Mary was pointing, then the flag, then back ahead to where they were trying to tie up the boat. His hands moved quickly at the wheel, trying to keep the nose of the boat directly into the wind.
"I think so!" he replied excitedly. "But how are we doing with mooring up??"
"Straight on!" She replied, seeing the mooring ball approaching where she waited with the boat hook, "Not that we are used to that!" Dylan smiled at the poke about their sexuality.
Once they were secured, Mary and Dylan went about getting ready for a stay in the harbor. They were not certain how long they would stay, but it was still nice to unpack from their passage a bit. They pulled out more deck chairs, set up the cabin for entertaining, and put away extra lines and rigging.
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The ship is similar to an Amel 50, if that means anything to you, Reader.
As was usual, Mary gave a final look through of the entire cabin before properly settling down, and Dylan inspected the deck. Mostly searching for anything that went wrong during the passage, they now both had the intention of ensuring that their boat was ready for guests. Mary started all the way forward, inspecting first the anchor locker. Finding nothing had shifted out of place during their passage, she turned her attention to the v-berth bed. Aptly named, it was a triangle shaped bed, enough room for three to sleep, and just as many for activities, she thought to herself. Moving backwards, she turned to the bathroom. Finding a few towels out of place, but nothing else wrong, she looked at the space with a fresh perspective. The bench they installed in the shower has lots of promise. Placing her hands on the sink edge, she looked in the mirror at herself soaking in the exposed skin, and imagined someone fucking her from behind right here.
Turning a 180, she now faced a clothes locker and was unsurprised to fine everything in order. Moving further aft, she passed through the salon with it's up-down, table-bed combo that could seat 8 or sleep four comfortably, though for any other activities they had yet to test it's capacity. Opposite the dining area was a small bench, Mary could only think of the possibilities of Dylan and her watching each other fucking other people from across the room. Past the galley and the stairs leading up the cockpit she arrived to the door of the primary cabin. Entering, she passed the door to the private en-suite head, and into the main bedroom area, an aft cabin. Dylan and Mary enjoyed a near-king-sized bed and while the extra space is always appreciated, it had been feeling emptier lately as they began to dream of their future. A future of bodies, warmth, skin...pleasure. Having finished her part of the walk through, seeing their boat in a whole new light of possibilities for bodies, she laid to rest and her hand drifted to her pussy almost automatically. Keeping this quiet moment for herself, she turned her face into the pillow as her fingers danced around, following pleasure wherever they found it. Her chest heaving, back arched, sweat glistening on her forehead, and fingers soaking wet, rivers of elation, excitement and pleasure carried her swiftly through an orgasm. Tired after a long sail and a fulfilling moment alone, she drifted off.
Up on deck, Dylan also started his inspection at the bow. Triple checking that the mooring line was secure, he moved to the mast to tie up extra lines and zip the main sail bag. He figured they would be here for a night or two so it was worth the extra hassle. Quick glances over the now familiar rigging, lines and decks made sure it was all in order. Dylan nodded in satisfaction as he moved to the cockpit. It was a large area, with U-shaped seating around a folding table that also supported the instrument panel and wheel. Dismantling the later two and stowing them away made it feel much less like a sail boat, and made this area lend itself to many activities. Though, thought Dylan, perhaps not until we are out at anchor somewhere private. Still, the possibilities of this area were tangible, and he felt it in his cock as much as he did his head. Moving to the very back of their boat, he glanced in the overhead hatch that led to their cabin to see Mary apparently fast asleep with her hand halfway down her shorts. Smiling to himself knowing what must had happened he glanced over the swim deck and headed back inside to prepare for meeting their new neighbors.
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