Although Terry generally enjoys sailing she was really not looking forward to that day's trip with her husband, Bob, and the man who wanted to do business with him. The man had a shady reputation and, even if the proposed transaction was legitimate, association with a man like Aaron Holcombe could tarnish his reputation. Besides that, Holcombe had a reputation as a womanizer who believed that all women were nothing more than sex objects. Terry liked the idea of being a sex object but she also liked to think of herself as being much more than that.
Once aboard, the two large, bare-chested young men who actually run the yacht were pointed out to Terry and Bob. They weren't really introduced, but Holcombe waved at them as they were at work, saying, "That guy in the jeans is Rick. The guy in the shorts is Ray. The rest of the crew is below decks but they will come up when we are out at sea." After that, he essentially ignored Terry while talking business with Bob.
Five miles from shore and Holcombe figured it was time to bring all his powers of persuasion to bear. After ordering the two crew members on deck to drop anchor, he called down to the rest of the crew, "C'mon up, girls." A minute later, four giggling, beautiful young women appeared on deck. They were all wearing nautical caps, smiles and nothing else.
"Bob, perhaps my crew members here can give you a good time and talk you into showing good business sense and dealing with me." Come below with me and watch the girls do their chores and we can talk it over and see what happens."
Terry pretty much knew what they would "talk over" and what the "chores" would be and Bob knew also, and knew that Terry knew. Even so, he went below with the others. Like her husband, Terry is in her forties and she has a very sexy figure, especially in the shorts and halter top she was wearing. Her face is pretty too, with big blue eyes and auburn hair, altogether, a very attractive and desirable woman. The "crew members", however, were barely 18 and really sexy and totally available to Bob, who is only human. The door closed behind them and a few minutes later, Terry could hear music coming from below. She was left to her own devices on deck.
Although not exactly an "old salt" Terry has spent enough time on yachts to know where the action might be and her thoughts focused on Rick and Ray, the two studly young men who, she knew, actually did all the work on board. Since they were anchored at sea and nothing much was happening, at least as far as operating the boat was concerned, they would be on the bridge and that is where she headed, carrying her purse.
Rick in his jeans and Ray in his shorts were standing idly around, looking out the Plexiglas windows, possibly in hopes of seeing the other crew members in action. They were surprised to see Terry when she knocked on the side of the door, but there was no hesitation in admitting the guest of their boss. Both the men were in their twenties, young enough to be Terry's sons, but there was nothing the least bit parental in her intentions toward them.
"Good morning, Ma'am," Ray greeted her. Rick nodded to her.
"Why aren't you guys with the other members of the crew," Terry asked. She knew why, or was reasonably sure she did but she was putting on a naïve act.
"Crew members, my butt," Rick answered. "They're nothing but high-priced call girls that the boss brings aboard to persuade people to do business with him."
"We don't have anything to do with them because we can't afford them and, even if we could, the boss would fire us if we did," Ray added. "He told us if we ever fool around with the girls, we'd get the sack." The big bulge in his shorts and the one in Rick's blue jeans, both very enticing to Terry, showed that they at least had thoughts of fooling around with the girls.
"How about me?" Terry asked, stepping up to Ray and fondling his bulging cock while squeezing his ass. "I don't work for Mr. Holcombe and you can easily afford me." He made no objection and didn't resist, just leaned against a table while Terry opened his belt, unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his Jockey shorts down to his ankles. Freed of its restraints, his stiff cock popped loose and bounced erotically.
With both hands on Ray's bare hips, Terry dropped to her knees in front of him. One hand cupped his balls and the other guided his cock into her eager mouth. Back and forth her head moved and every time her face moved forward, his cock went deeper into her mouth until her lips were on his pubic hair with every stroke. She could tell Ray was really horny from the way his cock throbbed against her tongue but she didn't want him to cum just yet so she removed her mouth, stood up and turned to Rick.
"Hey, Rick, don't be shy. There's enough of me for both of you and I'm really hot for you guys." Terry proved she meant what she said by unbuttoning her top, unhooking her bra and dropping both garments on the deck, letting her large breasts swing free. Her shorts and panties quickly followed and she was naked except for her deck shoes.
