A note from the Author: Please read "The Love of Sailing Ch. 01" before moving on to chapter 2.
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I was sitting in the cockpit watching the rest of the morning mist disappearing as the sun got higher. This was my favourite time of the day, just staring at nothing and everything enjoying a cup of coffee and a fag. The sea was calm, waiting for a sea breeze to ruffle the surface. There were a flock of cormorants facing the sun with wings spread for drying after their early morning feeding on the small shoals of fish that abound along these shores. A few mackerel terns glided overhead, every now and then making swooping dives, catching their morning feed.
Life was worth living I thought to myself then shuddered thinking of the alternative, when Marie came up to join me, fresh as a daisy. Considering the workout she had before we all collapsed in a heap last night, she looked amazingly perky.
"Good morning darling," she smiled at me. "I didn't hear you getting up. Is there some coffee for me as well in that thermos?"
"Sure, get yourself a mug and I'll pour you some." I confirmed, adding "How is Paul doing down there. Any sign of him wanting to greet the day?"
"Yes please, I'm alive and kicking and I'll join you for coffee after a quick dip to clear my head."
Emerging with a towel around his midriff, he walked to the foredeck and dove in sans wrap. Perhaps I'm a bit of a sissy that way, but a morning swim has never been my first priority. I prefer taking things nice and slow in the mornings.
After a leisurely breakfast of toast, cheese and marmalade we decided to explore our little island and pay a visit to the minute village on the other side.
Surprisingly they had what looked like a fairly decent restaurant perched on the jetty. It even advertised that a live dance-band would be playing there the next evening.
"If we are still at our mooring tomorrow, perhaps we should book a table?" Marie suggested. "Don't you boys think that's an idea?"
"You are a bright girl Marie! You have no complaints from me!" Paul agreed. "In fact clumsy me would love to do a bit of threading on your toes!" he added with a smile.
With all of us in agreement we booked a table with the understanding that if our plans changed we would call to cancel. After some tea and carrot-cake (delicious) we made our way back to the boat. The sun shone from a clear sky and it was getting very warm and diving into the water without more delay was next on the agenda, not that we have much of an agenda when we are on the boat! After our swim, Marie stretched out on the bridge deck with her head in my lap and her feet on Paul's upper thighs. Feeling my growing tool by her cheek she turned her head to nuzzle my goody bag. The hydraulics worked a treat and in a flash I was up and ready!
"Oh my... that's lovely! After the workout last night I thought you would be out for a while." she laughed at me. "Wonders never end!"
"And you too Paul!" She deftly hooked her toes under his wrap and lifted it off him, baring an equally rampant hard on. "Give me a hand Paul and take my bikini bottom off," she added lifting her hips to make it easier for him to peel the minute piece of cloth away.
"I'm really surprised at you boys! I had expected you to be all ready with foam and oil and scissors and a blade, ready to do this damn crotch job...!
She was idly curling her toes around Paul's cock giving him a foot massage. Out loud she wondered who had the steadiest hands.
"I'm not so sure that I'll take a chance on Finn again... Last time he was shaking so much he managed to cut me... Well Ok, not a lot but it makes me wonder if I can trust my tender parts to him."
She was enjoying this teasing as her hardening nipples confirmed.
"You wouldn't mind spending some time between my legs would you Paul?"
She went on teasing, opening her legs for him a little and at the same time intensifying her toe grip on his well-developing mast.
"God... you really are the one Marie. It just tickles you pink to embarrass me, but truth be told you know that I love spending time between you legs!"
"Fine, get your tools together Paul and I shall get some towels for the bunk. And Finn I don't need an audience for this! Take a walk. I'll look after this later!" She cuddled into me and squeezed my painfully hard erection swiping her tongue across the head to collect the drops of salty, shiny, slippery fluid that was there.
I didn't really wish to se Paul's nose in her groin shaving her. Watching them hard at it fucking would be a different scene all together. As it was I thought that taking a walk was a damn good idea and a bit of exercise wouldn't hurt.
Back on the boat my mobile buzzed and Kay, Paul's wife was on the other end.
"How are you all down there?" she asked. "Having a good time - I bet. It's dull and overcast up here, how's the weather with you?" she went on as I moved to the foredeck to keep the conversation "private."
Funny, how we always start a conversation with "How's the weather." Perhaps it's because we have so much of it, with the North Atlantic crashing onto our shores.
"Could I have a word with Paul?"
He's busy shaving at the moment! Give him five minutes; shall I ask him to call you back - or do you want to chat with me?" I queried her.
"I feel such a fool sitting here on my own and I regret saying no to the invitation to come sailing with you, but things have been a bit difficult lately. Is Paul up to his normal nude bathing show off?" she asked.
"Well, we all are actually!" I quipped.
"And how does a sexually starved person like my husband react to Marie's nudity ... is he very frustrated? I expect he's walking around with a permanent hard."
I thought it a strange question that she aught to direct to Paul.
"Let me answer you like this... both of us are swimming a lot to get it down!"
"Finn, give me a straight answer - is he fucking Marie?"
"Sorry, Kay - I can't answer that one, but if you want to know you have to join us to find out - and I would suggest that it's not a question you should put to Paul either... But I can assure you Kay that we are having a hell of a good time down here!"
"Oh... I'm sorry Finn, but I must admit that I'm a tad envious, perhaps even jealous! I just wish I were as comfortable with nudity as the three of you are. I have tried to shake off my hang-ups, but it's so deep rooted from my upbringing..." her voice trailed off into a sigh at that point, but added, "Perhaps a few days in the company of the three of you would open me up a bit! Ops ... sorry, that didn't come out quite right ... did it?" laughing down the line. "But you know what I mean don't you?"
"I know I speak for all of us when I say - Come - jump on a train and we will pick you up somewhere convenient. I know your buddy would like to open you up... and frankly I wouldn't mind either...!" "Tempting... all sorts of scenarios are dancing inside my head just now!" Her voice turned husky.
"Kay, let me discuss this with Paul and he'll call you back. In the meantime check up the connection from your end and we can make arrangements. And, you know it would be lovely if you decide to come." I assured her.
"OK... ask Paul to call in an hour. I should be able to find out about connections in that time. And... Finn I feel ever so much better after our chat. I think I'm ready to be opened up...!" her voice turned husky again and the line went dead.
After my hour walk, I came back onboard and headed back to the cockpit just as Paul came onto deck.
"Finished hair dressing, or should I say, hair undressing? Look all right?" I smiled at him.
"Come down and look for yourself," Marie shouted from the bunk. "And bring me a mirror. I want to have a look to see what the fuss you are making over my pubic hair is all about..."
"That was Kay calling. She wants to come, but let me first inspect your work of art!"
I got a mirror for Marie and sat beside her on the bunk where she stretched out in all her glory. A very neat triangle pointing into her vulva, the labia major swollen with a hint of her aroused clitoris peeping through. Sitting further back I spread her knees and the labia minor opened for my eyes. Not a single strand of hair anywhere and wetness was making her whole sex shiny and very inviting. Bending her knees closer to her chest I saw that Paul had even shaved all the hair around her puckered hole. I read somewhere that a vagina sometimes could resemble a rose and sometimes a lily. Marie's was definitely a lily... and a beautiful lily at that.
"Let me look... place the mirror so I can inspect myself!"
Placing it between her legs she looked and smiled.
"I think Paul did a good job there. And you know, I like it... very neat. Bit unfair really - it's only you men that knows what a cunt looks like! I had hoped that the barber would have finished me off - God knows it's been arousing enough to have him shaving me, and he's been sporting a full-blown erection for me to fondle. He got distracted when Kay called - can you believe what a rotten barber he is!"
Lowering my head to her lily, tongue first I scooped up her nectar, avoiding her clitoris that was breaking free of its hood like a small exquisite pearl. Stiffening my tongue penetrating her hole had her moaning. I sneaked my thumb into her starry puckered opening that was wet from her juices and she jumped in excitement.
"Oh... darling. Finish me off... let me come on your tongue," she wailed as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and applied the flat of my tongue directly on her pearl.
Her whole body was shaking as her climax hit. Her hands pressing my head hard into her mound and her thighs held my head like a soft vice.
"Lovely darling - I needed that!" She panted when she managed to breath normally again.
"Now let's give Paul and Kay some attention." She got out of the bunk and reached for her bikini bottom.
