Sailing Under a Lucy Star

Of all the watches she liked the night watch best. The water whispered to her as it rushed past the hull, the stars twinkling above her as if giving a conspiratorial wink to what she was doing in the dark.

During the night watch no chores were required to be performed, all that was required of her was to help sail the boat and watch for traffic. It was sailing stripped bare and allowed her plenty of time to contemplate the universe, marvelling at the scale of the heavens and how she was but a tiny speck on a small planet at the end of the cosmos yet an amazing creation in her own right.

However the sailing wasn't the only thing the skipper had stripped bare this night, she felt the cool breeze of the Aegean night blowing over her naked body contrasting with the heat of him inside her as she sat astride his lap at the ships wheel.

The skipper at the helm was a man she had met just ten days earlier. Tall and tanned and a native to the southern oceans he travelled north for six months a year to cheat winter out of freezing his bones. They had immediately recognised each other as kindred spirits and the bond that formed was immediate and deep.

They had started the watch in the hammock on the foredeck swinging gently with the swell but as pleasant as it was rocking in each others embrace there was the danger of falling asleep in each others arms leaving no one to navigate and pay attention to the overnight ferries crossing the sea in front of them. She pondered for a moment the fact that she was surrounded by people moving from one place to another conducting their business and lives even out here on the high sea many miles from shore, all of them oblivious to the two naked people in the dark sailing past.

Their love making bought her back to the present and she lifted her legs up placing her feet over the transom behind her captain, this allowed her to bear down on his cock further making the penetration deeper, it felt like he was trying to push into her womb, the stretching sensation was both painful and pleasant, she felt like she was filled to capacity. She was thankful he was not larger than his already impressive girth as she doubted she could take anyone larger and still enjoy the experience. She hooked her ankles together behind his back and ground her groin down hard on his feeling the skin of his shaft rubbing against her clitoris giving her little lightning bolts of pleasure. The creak of the boat as the wind filled the sails accompanied the rhythm of his thrusts and hid any small noises they made.

Although they were in the throes of passion their lovemaking was silent with only whispered murmurs between kisses as they embraced each other. The reason for their silence lay directly beneath them, the off watch crew were sleeping in the aft cabins of the yacht and both cabins had a porthole that opened into the very cockpit they were naked in. The skipper had originally proposed overlapping watches, swapping lookouts halfway through the helmsmans watch but he soon changed his mind, she suspected her present seating arrangement had something to do with it.

Not that she was complaining, the night watch was the only time she had this wonderful man to herself, well almost to herself. she thought as he craned his neck looking past her and scanned the horizon noting the position of all the ships relative to their course and storing the info away to compare on his next look in a minute or so. She would always compete with "Zoi" the other "she" in his life, the boat on which she was sailing. But truth be told she was falling in love with Zoi as much as the man who sailed her. The life style of sun sand and sailing had won her over. Waking in the morning the most difficult decision was deciding to wear this sexy bikini or these skimpy shorts.

The skipper joked about her "crew uniform" but she could tell he really did genuinely appreciate her beauty and got a kick out of seeing her display it. And she realised she was enjoying the attention it bought her, when they walked together in the street he would sometimes report on which men would stop and surreptitiously turn and follow her form with their eyes. It gave her a feeling of power and boosted her confidence to realise men found her attractive, what surprised her was the women he would describe doing the same thing. He explained it was her muscle tone, her hair, her style that they were checking out and possibly were jealous of. She suspected it was more the joy that she was radiating when she was with him. Watching them together a blind man would be able to see how in love they were.

The speed of his rhythmic thrusting increased and she began to feel the sexual heat spread out from her groin to every part of her. Just as she was losing herself in the sensation she heard a loud pop as the wind backed the foresail and it gybed over to the other tack. She instantly found herself disentangled from the skipper and unceremoniously plonked in the helm seat as he shot forward and adjusted the sheets to suit the new wind angle. Her pussy was suddenly feeling very empty and she was craving for him to come and fill her again, however he merely came back and took the helm standing in front of her as he adjusted the course and once again scanned the lights of the ships and ferries in the shipping lane with them.

She looked at his brown back following his spine down to where the tanned skin gave way to the white of his buttocks glowing in the light reflected off the stern light. Sometimes in the mornings before the other crew awoke he would swim naked with her, they would enjoy the feeling of the water swirling around their genitals and the thrill of being naked under the sun but she thought, it was always time to put his shorts back on too soon. He had indicated that he would love to sail naked with her but she suspected they would not amass many miles if she were to parade her naked body in front of him all day. She was amazed at how attractive he found her, she knew she was a very attractive woman but to know is one thing, to experience the raw desire she elicited in him was like being swept away in a whirlwind!.

She had complete confidence in this man not just as a Captain, he was certainly competent and confident as a seafarer, but also as a lover and companion. He was relaxed and yet at the same time had an attention to detail that meant he could find ways to please her without her having to ask, she was often surprised at the things he would come out with, ways to make her smile or unspeakably naughty things to do in the bedroom, whether it be tying her up or kinky positions he seemed to be able to pick up on her desires. She was still very aroused and wondered if he was going to come back to fucking her or whether he was sufficiently distracted by the boat that he was going to ignore her.

She reached out and ran her hand up his leg tracing her fingers up over the inside of his thigh, slipping her hand through to cup his ball sack in her hand. He continued fooling with the autopilot settings, fine tuning the course in relation to the wind angle but he did shuffle his feet apart widening the gap between his legs allowing her better access, she stroked his cock and balls milking him as if she were a milkmaid and his penis were a teat, he hardened again and once more she marveled that her tiny little pussy could swallow this monster, from her position behind him it looked like a third leg hanging down.

She returned her attention to his balls and he pushed his ass back toward her. She obliged dragging a finger nail over his sack and back to his perineum. He shuddered enjoying the sensation and decided the autopilot settings were now sufficient to prevent them gybing again, he took another look at the traffic ahead ensuring they were still safe then spun around dropping down and sitting on the deck. Seeing what he wanted she stood and gripped the compass binnacle as he buried his face in her groin his tongue snaking out and parted the folds of her lips, stroking up and down each side of her pussy darting into the wet hole that was still feeling the absence of his cock, she tried to clamp down on his tongue but it lacked the penetration and firmness of his penis.

His hands roamed from the backs of her ankles to her rib cage stroking and caressing, kneading the muscles in her lower back before dragging down over her butt one finger trailing through her ass crack. At the same time his tongue sought out her clitoris and started flicking it back and forth, she shuddered, she was already primed and her orgasm was not far away, she tipped her head back and closed her eyes enjoying the little spasms of pleasure each time his tongue rolled over the little nub. She bit her lip in an attempt to remain silent and just as she was approaching the point of no return she felt him pull back and struggle to his feet. She wanted to scream she was so close, but she saw that he was once again looking at the vessels crossing ahead of them and she realized guiltily that for the past few minutes she had had her eyes closed. the skipper sensed her frustration and spun her around, placing a hand between her shoulder blades he indicated she should bend over the cockpit coaming.

He took up position from behind her his large hands firmly gripped her hips and he guided his head up against her opening, momentarily pausing as he slipped between her labia, teasing her a little then he was sliding into her. She felt every millimetre as her pussy was stretched again, the feeling of fullness returned and she sighed loving the feeling. On and on it went seemingly limitless but she felt him hit the end of her vagina yet still he pushed and she could feel things inside her rearrange themselves to accommodate his length then as quick as a flash he was withdrawing and she let out a little whimper looking forward the next thrust.

She loved him inside her, to be impaled by his cock held some primal attraction that went beyond the physical pleasure she experienced, it conferred a bond, to be possessed, a form of ownership that went both ways. She was very aware that he would do anything she desired, he had surrendered to her, giving himself completely to her and it was this power she held over him that allowed her to submit to him and allow him to exert his will over her. A symbiotic bond that each gave themselves to the other.

His tempo increased and his hands wandered, one to her breasts the other entwined in her hair, pulling as he pounded into her pussy, he was less gentle than normal and the rough treatment excited her even more, his breathing became ragged but she barely noticed as rainbows of colour flooded her body, every cell drinking in the sensation of her orgasm her knees buckled and she caught herself to prevent herself falling. Wave after wave of pleasure.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on her back on a cockpit seat, she felt the semen trickling down her inner thigh, she was spent, exhausted from the hour and the exertion. She gazed up at the inky blanket of the early morning catching sight of her lover as he stood naked at the wheel, his body perfect bathed in the silver light of the stars twinkling above him and she gave a conspiratorial wink back to them wondering which star it was had bought them together. Their lucky star.