We were about at the southern most point of our cruise. This last leg had lasted for three days and nights. Generally it would not have been a problem, but the weather was a bit squally and we were on a beat for most of the trip. As a result, the sea was bumpy and neither of us had gotten much sleep. We were glad to be making landfall.
The sun had just come up when we sailed around to the leeward side of the island. We had never been to this island before, but had heard it was nearly uninhabited and flush with lush vegetation, meandering streams and renowned, at least among sailors, for its waterfall and pool just about an hour walk inland from the most protected anchorage.
We were now several hours into the day and Kathy was at the main mast ready to douse it and we were preparing to motor between the reef and into the anchorage.
As always, she was wearing her thong bikini and today, I suspect in anticipation of our landfall, she was wearing my favorite. Like all of her thongs, it was only three small triangles of cloth connected by strings. This one is made of white mesh. When it's dry, you can see her dark aureoles through the top and when it becomes wet it's nearly transparent.
I turned the boat into the wind to luff the sails and I watched as Kathy stretched to pull the main down. He calf and thighs were still firm, despite the fact she was well into middle age. Her small firm breasts brushed up against the boom and I could see her nipples had hardened through the thin fabric of her top.
The sight of her trim, nearly nude body brought back memories of our first landfall of this trip, nearly three months ago. It had been in the Bahamas after a relatively brief 36-hour sail. The harbor was a fairly busy one, full of sailboats. We entered the harbor and uneventfully dropped anchor and secured the deck. I deployed the dinghy to motor ashore to see what sort of fresh provisions were available.
I probably had been gone for about 45 minutes and was leisurely returning to our boat, the whole time admiring the other boats in the harbor, each laying to the wind. As I approached our boat, I was somewhat shocked to see Kathy's nude leg draped over the cockpit and a taut ebony buttock moving up and down between her legs. I killed the outboard and let the dinghy slowly drift towards the ladder. As I did, I could hear Kathy telling him to put it in deeper and I could see her hands on his buttock pulling him to her. This was quickly followed by her moans of pleasure. Just as the dinghy came alongside, I heard her making the sounds that I knew signaled an intense orgasm.
I guess the noise of the dinghy touching the hull got the attention of her suitor. He stood up, his penis still fully erect. I grabbed the ladder to climb aboard and he turned and jumped over the port side, swam to his skiff, and quickly paddled away.
I entered the cockpit and Kathy had not moved. Her eyes were still half closed in post orgasmic bliss. Her leg was still draped over the cockpit and her engorged labial lips wet and spread open. I approached her with considerable ambivalence, but this was replaced by desire. I stripped off my shorts and placed myself where those brown buttocks had been just minutes before. I guess it had been longer and I was more excited than I thought, because in just a few moments I was pumping my load into her wet cunt.
Afterwards we talked extensively. Before we started off on this cruise, I had known about her experiences at the spa and certainly had no issues about her having new partners, but I guess I had hoped that we could do it together.
She told me about the skiff pilot who had just jumped overboard. He had approached the boat selling hand made jewelry and other trinkets. " I invited him aboard to show me his wares, but he could not take his eyes off of my little bathing suit and he kept trying to peak down my top. Honestly, I was flattered by the attention of this guy who was probably no more than 22 years old."
"He was standing, I was sitting and he was holding his tray of ear rings for me to see. Every time I leaned over to look closer, he would lean over to look down my top. After a few minutes, I looked over and I could see him bulging out of his pants. I don't know why, but I reached up and starting rubbing his cock through his pants. Neither of us needed any more encouragement. He slipped off his pants and stood naked in front of me. You know how much I like big cocks. I took him into my mouth, while he untied my top and started rubbing my breasts. It was only a minute later and I had to have him inside of me. I slipped off my thong bottom and lay down in the cockpit. He was on top and he felt so good after our sail. He had only been in me for a few minutes when you came back."
The rest of the day we spent screwing in every way possible. I guess the encounter with the young man got us both turned on. We agreed to pursue further encounters, but only if we were together.
Our subsequent weeks cruising down the windward islands were complete with a number of encounters. It became clear that Kathy preferred younger well-endowed men. One day she even took on a racing team who left her sore, tired, but satisfied. We even tried a few full swaps with other couples, but Kathy liked to be the center of attention and the only women around.
We finally got all of our sails secured and Kathy moved to take the wheel so I could go to the bow to guide us through the opening in the reef. As we passed, I patted her buttock made naked by her string thong. I readied the anchor at the bow and called directions through to the harbor. The anchor was set and we again secured the deck.