If you have not read our postings I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. We are an early thirties couple, I am 5’10”, in reasonable shape. My wife Gail is an exceptionally beautiful and intelligent woman, soft spoken and very shy. She is 5’7” with a young girls figure, long shapely legs, small breasted, and a picture perfect behind. Her light brown hair blondes in the sun and she has the loveliest green eyes.
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Introduction
We returned to France for holiday less then a week ago and we’ve been on board a stately yacht for the past four days.
We came to be invited to spend our holiday on this magnificent yacht because of a friendship with Tamara, a delightful and sophisticated British senior living in Cannes.
Gail, my wife enjoys Tamara’s special charm, and the two are, in simple terms, tight. Despite some forty years difference in their age, the two can talk and giggle on the phone for hours.
Last year Tamara introduced us to Charlotte and Duncan, the owners of the yacht, and they invited us to spend our holiday aboard, using the boat like a hotel. We responded to their invitation to spend sixteen days of our holiday aboard their boat.
Last night we set sail from the home base of Cannes, for the twenty some odd hours trip toward Sardinia. We would be spending five days traveling and exploring the seas and cities of that Mediterranean island.
There were others on board, couples we had just yesterday become acquainted with.
One young couple was from Naples, Italy. The husband Paulo was tall and thin with wavy brown hair, and, by any standard, an attractive man. His wife Rosalie stood at 5’6” with a tiny waist that always caught your attention. Her well proportioned breasts always seemed to boast cleavage, and her permanent smile soon made her every ones favorite. I also found her sexy, with an untouchable air. Because of her background as an archeologist she also became our teacher,
Another couple, probably in their early forties, was from Austria. They lived year round in the magnificent ski resort of Lech. Gertrude, “Call me Gerty,” she said, was of medium height, a little on the plump side, and always pleasant. Her not so perfect command of English made her seem reserved, but before the trip was over that image changed. At one point I would have voted her the sexiest girl on board, of course after Gail.
Gertys husband was Heinz, a tall and stern looking man. The kind of man that almost injures you with a handshake. Heinz was also super correct, nodding, almost bowing to the ladies every day, shaking ands with everyone in the room each time he left. He turned out to be the most fun guy. He never seemed to know the difference between serious and a joke, and we all ribbed him. We came to expect him in his tie when he went swimming.
A tall lanky talkative Englishman Richard, married to a lovely lady from Venezuela named Evita, was another guest couple. They were on board with their two children, their daughter Janice, a student in Aix en Provence, and their teenage son Richard, dubbed young Richard, a student in a British Military School. We didn’t meet their children until later in the evening. Richard was an insurance underwriter, and he managed the coverage of Duncan’s boat. Because of the two Richards the son became known as young Richard.
There was a single gentleman called Dolphin, who looked an unlikely character to be on board. He was half guest half scuba expert. He would come in handy when we did our planned scuba diving near Sardinia. The first night we met Dolphin he insulted my wife Gail. She actually tried to strike him, and hurt her arm in the process. Gail was frightened of him and simply abhorred his presence. Whenever I saw him, after that first night, I tried to make my dislike of him obvious. Gail, in turn, made every effort to stay away from him. If he came into a room she left and from time to time I saw her tremble in anger. It was not the most accommodating situation.
During the first days on board Gail and I shared sexual experiences with Charlotte and Duncan. The rest of those on board were new acquaintances. If you would like to know more about the first days on board you may turn to Literotica - Stories & Pics - Authors Index – Hadrian M - Gail surprises Rian.
The Story
We were out to sea, sailing at 11 knots, on a sunny day with an exhilarating wind blowing across the deck. It was cooler than I had expected. Charlotte had earlier informed us that most of the meals would be served in buffet fashion. I was surprised to learn that a crew of seven people was on board. Surprised because I did not know there was that much room in crew quarters and, I had not seen them board.
The Captain had us all meet on the sun deck and he gave us safety instructions. When he was finished he asked us to wait and he returned to the pilot house to blow the emergency horn for us to know the sound.
After lunch most of the women wound up on the sun deck in swimsuits or topless, but the chilly air shortened their stay. In the late afternoon we gathered in the living and Rosalie showed us maps and drawings of sunken Phoenician cities and Roman forts. With words she painted a fascinating history about the gold and silver mines of Sardinia that dated back thousands of years, and of sunken Phoenician cities, still intact, that one could scuba-dive through. She was also pointing what to look for when we dived over a sunken Phoenician city we planned to visit.
Some of the places where we would be diving were discussed. During the discussion Dolphin came into the room. I noticed Gail tense, and some minutes later Gail she walked to the portside deck door and left. Charlotte looked up when she left, then concentrated again on what Rosalie was saying. I stayed for about ten minutes then looked unkindly at Dolphin, the cause of Gail’s difficulty, and left as well. I made mental note as I was walking to our cabin that Dolphin didn’t seem at all bothered by our stern looks.
Gail wasn’t in the cabin so I immediately went back on deck. Before checking in the living area, I walked up the stairs that led to the gangway overlooking the sun deck. Gail was at the rear of the deck, partly sitting on the railing facing aft. Duncan was sitting in a chair with a book on his lap, talking with Gail. She saw me and raised her hand to beckon. I walked to the center and down the four step ladder. As I crossed the deck and approached them I said to Duncan, “Aren’t you planning to dive over the sunken city?”