A Salty Dog

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"This is bloody brilliant” Gwen exclaimed as she steered my narrowboat across the aqueduct. "If you had told me a six months ago that I would be steering a boat over a highway with traffic speeding beneath me, I'd have said you were a loon."

We had been cruising the canals for two months now as a couple and had started heading toward the Llangollen canal to cruise to Wales. The school term had recently started and, with the weather starting to cool, there would be less traffic on the UK's busiest canal. Gwen had adapted to boat life rather quickly, especially after giving me a total dressing down for what she called my 'coddling' of her. "If all I'm going to do is cook and clean and all the other 'womanly things', then this will never work. My tests every year indicate no return of my cancer and at my house I did everything from painting the house to mowing the lawn and taking out the trash. I want to pull my weight, so show me how to steer this tub."

Realizing that discretion is the better part of valor, plus knowing she was right, I had her come to the tiller and showed how to steer and control the speed. She did fine. Probably better than the first time I went for a cruise. Narrowboats are pretty tough and, at two miles an hour, your reaction times don't need to be quite so precise. Plus there's not a boater on the canals who hasn't bumped another boat or hit the side of a bridge or tunnel.

After dinner, I walked Cooper and when I returned, Gwen appeared in her 'come fuck me' outfit. The sheer white babydoll, tiny sheer white panties and thigh high white stockings. She moved quickly to me and hugged me really tight. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, but I was so cross with you.” she said quietly.

"No, you were right to be upset, I was sheltering you. Part of it was concerns about you, and part of it was giving up total control and responsibility for my home."

"Well, if you're willing to share some control and responsibility of 'our' home, I want to stay, but only if we share. I love everything about this lifestyle and a crusty old foreigner."

I tilted her head up and kissed her softly, "I'm sorry and I definitely want you to stay. Just realize that after refitting this entire boat, almost totally by myself, I have a deep attachment to it. I will try and be less protective of you as far as physical things go."

"Speaking of physical things, take me to bed and make me cum at least three times and I'll forgive you."

And so I did.

The next day was a steady rain so I was editing some video to upload to my YouTube channel when I realized that I was going to have to introduce Gwen to my subscribers and viewers. The videos I had uploaded recently included a lot of footage taken prior to meeting Gwen, and the more recent stuff was filmed to deliberately not include Gwen in the shots, just in case one or the other of us decided this wasn't going to work. "Hey babe..."

Gwen walked over and leaned down behind me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "Yes, my dear? And thank you for last night, you have a magic tongue and fingers. And your dick ain't bad, either."

I leaned my head back and pressed it against her full breast, "You realize that by signing on to this little adventure, you're about to be a worldwide media star."

"This should be interesting since the vlog is intended mainly for your friends and family. I hope your children don't think I'm trying to take their mother's place. What if they don't like me?"

I reached my arm back to bring her head toward me and gave her a kiss, "They'll love you almost as much as I do, but the problem is that the narration is usually just comments about highlights and lowlights of things I've seen. Then when I'm editing, I can record a voice over to fill in the silent spaces and convey general thoughts and news. I think for the introduction, we should at least have the basis of a script."

An hour later, we had a script that would at least explain things but left enough room for improvisation and teasing. "Now that that is done, let's go back to bed. Last night we tried to behave like 20 year old lust filled kids. Today I want to make love like two seventy somethings who still remember and appreciate what it's like to make love." she said.

"Hmmm, that sounds like a pleasant way to spend a rainy afternoon. If I was allowed to post it, we could film it. That would be a hell of a way to introduce you to my viewers." I chuckled at that thought.

"Oh yeah, that would be a simply marvelous way for your family to find out about me, so it's a good thing you're not allowed to post porn there."

Sensing that Gwen was not completely against the idea, just relieved that she felt secure that any video wouldn't have an outlet, I did say, smiling, "Well, there ARE porn sites that allow amateurs to upload video, or maybe we could start a page on OnlyFans and make our fortune. Only 'instructional' videos of course. Nothing solely to excite and titillate the perverts."

"I can see it now 'Watch the limp dicked old man and the one titted old lady teach you how to fuck like rabbits. Only 10 quid a month.” Gwen said laughing. "I'm sure we could make our fortune and buy an island in the Aegean."

"Just remember, Kim Kardashian was never famous until her 'leaked' sex tape. You never know, the same could happen to us."

"Only if your pecker grew to a third of a meter in length and I could swallow it whole. Now come on and take me to bed. If you don't, I'll stand in the rain on the towpath until I find some wanker willing to satisfy a rain soaked old lady."

After taking my pill, I followed Gwen to the bedroom "It will take a few minutes for the pill to take effect, I wonder what we should do in the meantime."

Gwen stepped close to me and wrapped her arms around me, gave me a kiss and whispered, "It's called foreplay and we should work on all the things that excite us so our techniques are refined for our instructional video series."

"Ohhh, so it's going to be a series now, is it? Then I think we'll need lots of practice and perhaps some creative thinking to keep our content fresh."

With that, Gwen pulled my shirt up and over my head. She pressed her lips to my nipple and sucked on it, teasing it with her tongue and teeth. She reached down and unbuckled my belt, opened the button on my shorts and let them fall. Pushing me back onto the bed, Gwen straddled me and, taking my face between her hands, leaned down for a slow tongue filled kiss. When we broke the kiss, she kissed each cheek, my forehead and the tip of my nose before moving over to stick her tongue into my ear. Her breath warm and heavy in my ear, she whispered "You have made this old lady sooo very happy."

After nibbling on my earlobe and kissing down my neck, she worked her way down my chest, kissing, licking and nipping. She lingered at my belly button, probing it with her tongue, before kissing her way down to my rapidly elongating cock. She smeared a drop of precum over her lips before looking up at me, "My new favorite flavor of lip balm." After that, she lowered her mouth over my shaft until I felt my head tickle her tonsils. Working slowly up and down while she gently massaged my balls, I was groaning the song of an excited man in no time. On another day, I would have let her suck me to the orgasm I could feel building, but tonight was not that time. I pulled her up to me and pressed my lips to hers. The taste of my precum was like ambrosia on her lips and tongue.

I broke the kiss and trailed my lips slowly down her neck, stopping occasionally to kiss and lick her neck in spots I knew aroused her. I lingered to suck at the hollow of her throat before working slowly down her chest. I twirled my tongue around the nipple where her breast used to be, marveling at how erect and tall it got. I teased her other breast by just flicking my tongue rapidly across the very tip of her nipple. Gwen was sighing softly and she moaned "Oh, yesss..." as I moved my hand down between her legs. I'm sure that in her younger days Gwen would have been leaking lubrication to the extent that the sheets would have been soaked, but now it was enough that her outer lips were slick and glistening.

I eased a finger into her pussy and worked it slowly in and out, enjoying the way she vocalized her pleasure. After a few minutes finger fucking and circling her clit with my thumb, Gwen moaned "I'm getting close Captain, I want you inside me now." Although I had bought a tube of lubricant just before Gwen moved aboard in case there were times we might need some extra lubrication, this was not one of those times. She spread her legs wide and I moved between them and slid inside her. After lingering for a moment to give her a lovers kiss, my hips began to move slowly back and forth. At the bottom of each stroke, I would move my hips from side to side, tickling her clit with my pubic hair. We varied our tempo between long slow strokes and quick hard thrusts as our orgasms built. I knew Gwen was close when she threw her right arm over my neck and pulled me tight for a kiss. She fucked my mouth with her tongue in time to my thrusts into her pussy. As her climax approached, she dug her fingernails into my ass, holding me in place while her hips thrashed and bounced. My hand slipped between us to squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple as I made my contribution to the soup simmering in her pussy.

I awoke a couple of hours later to Gwen snoring softly in my ear. I managed to get out of bed without waking her, gave her a kiss on the top of her head and walked to grab a glass of juice and give Cooper a cookie. I was still naked as we had long ago given up getting dressed after our lovemaking sessions unless we had somewhere to be or had people coming over. Gwen had overcome her self-consciousness regarding having only one womanly breast and I overcame being seen with my slight paunch around the middle and barely average size cock. After looking out the window to see the rain had stopped and the sky was clearing, I reviewed our script and made a few minor edits to my portion. Gwen's portion would have to be edited by her until she was comfortable with what, and how, it was said. She came out a little while later and settled on my lap. After giving me a kiss, she whispered "I wish I had met you soon after my divorce finalized. I wasted years inside my own shell, embarrassed and feeling unwanted. Now I'm determined not to let myself be afraid anymore."

We cuddled like that for a while, just holding each other, kissing and stroking each other gently. Finally, I gave Gwen a smack on the butt "C'mon old gal, let's take Cooper for his afternoon walk while the weather holds."

"If you smack my ass like that again, the only place we're going is back to bed. I've read about spankings as a pleasure enhancer before and during sex, but never experienced it before. That smack on my bare bum is giving me ideas for later."

Laughing, I helped her from my lap and we took turns washing up and getting dressed since both of us in the same area at the same time, either dressing or washing up, gets a bit cramped.

I hooked Cooper to his leash and we headed out to explore the area where we were moored.

One of the things that makes narrowboat life so interesting is that virtually every day there is something new (or very old) to explore. We wandered in the general direction of the nearby village without any real destination in mind. After a few minutes walking, a voice called to us. "Excuse me, are you Bryce from A Salty Dog?"

When I looked over, I recognized Tony from the narrowboat Oz, who, with his wife Julie, has a YouTube channel,

Canals and Bridges and Locks, Oh My!

I acknowledged the greeting and introduced Gwen as my new first mate. Gwen elbowed me in the ribs before telling Tony "He tried to make me the chief cook and bottle washer until I threatened mutiny, now we share all the duties."

"I subscribe to your channel and find it fascinating that you left America to live here. Why don't you two come aboard for a drink while I wait for Julie to get back from town. She's gone to do a bit of shopping."

Tony showed us around Oz and fixed us an afternoon gin and tonic. We chatted about boat life, editing videos and how YouTube can be a pain for the "little guy” Not long after Julie returned, Gwen's phone rang and she stepped outside to talk with Claire, her daughter. Tony and Julie were telling me about their trip on the Llangollen canal, about how narrow it is in spots, the two aqueducts and the long tunnel. They said we should definitely moor at the basin and hike up to Horseshoe Falls on the River Dee. When Gwen returned, she looked a bit upset and, after apologising to Tony and Julie for needing to leave abruptly, she asked if we could return to the boat so she could call her daughter back.

"Claire is terribly distraught. Her worthless wanker of a husband just informed her that he is leaving her...for another man." Gwen said as we hurried along the path. "She keeps saying it's because she's not pretty enough, or isn't good enough at sex, or doesn't have a good enough job. I tried to explain that is was probably none of those reasons but I would call her back when we returned to the boat, since we were visiting and it wasn't appropriate to have this conversation at the moment."

I had not yet met Claire, but I had seen pictures of her and couldn't believe that not "pretty enough" was the reason any man would leave her. Even at 48 years old, she would turn heads while walking down the street.

"Would it bother you if she can come visit us for a few days while she sorts out her life?"

"I have no problem with her visiting. The dinette converts to a bed, so she'll have a place to sleep. It might not be the most comfortable, but I'm sure we can make do for a few days. Although we will have to go back to wearing clothes on the boat."

Gwen punched my arm playfully. "Thank you, I needed a laugh, but are you sure we can make this work? She's terribly upset and was crying the whole time we were on the phone."

"I think a few days cruising may be good therapy. I'll let the two of you do the locks. The physical exercise will distract her, and walking between locks will give you two a chance to talk."

When we returned to the boat, Gwen called Claire and with a little convincing, Claire agreed to take her holiday from work and join us the next weekend. That gave us three days to prepare for her visit.

"Just because my daughter is coming to visit doesn't mean our sex life will have to dry up." Gwen, who had shed her clothes during her phone call, said to me while we were moving things about in the boat. "I've told her how you've turned out to be the man I needed and accepted me for how I am. I suppose I may have described our sexual romps in a bit too much detail, but we've always confided in each other. She has also told me about her lovers. As far as I know, she's only had three, and the first two didn't last very long, which is why I'm not surprised that her husband turned out to be such a wanker. The sot only ever screwed her missionary and although he seemed to appreciate a good blow job, he had to be begged to reciprocate for her and apparently he wasn't very good at it."

I set down the items in my hands and wrapped my arms around her. "The man was obviously a fool or trying to hide his latent homosexuality from the rest of the world. Your daughter is almost as good looking as you and I blame any shortcomings in the looks department on your ex-husbands genes. No man in his right mind would refuse to lick the pussy of a gorgeous woman."

"In that case, put those things away...I'll be in the bedroom waiting."

Gwen looked surprised when I grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving. "Nope, I think we should make sure that the spare bed can handle the strain of a woman writhing in the throes of passion without it collapsing. I'd hate for her to meet some bloke in the pub and bring him home for some fun and the two of them ending up on the floor because the bed couldn't handle the stress."

Gwen laughed and told she liked how I was concerned about her daughters' safety...even if my motivations were purely selfish.

I lowered the table to fit into the notch along the front of each of the bench seats and then placed the seatback cushions on top of the table to complete the bed. Turning to Gwen, I slipped my hands under the waistband of the dark blue French pantaloons she was wearing as indoor boat attire and pushed them quickly over her hips let them fall to the floor. We shared a passionate kiss while I reached down and tapped my index finger against her semi-shrouded clit. Gwen's familiar moan told me she was excited about the prospect of having sex in a new location on the boat.

I laid her back onto the newly created bed and climbed on. I raised her legs to my shoulders and lowered my head, inhaling the aroused scent of the woman I loved. I licked along her slit from her bottom to her top, I sucked on her clit and inserted my fingers deep inside her. I had learned to identify the subtle changes in her breathing pattern as she approached orgasm and as soon as I noticed the change, I changed technique to bring her back from the edge only to lead her back there again.

"Move around, I want to sixty-nine you. I need that old pole tickling my tonsils."

"You take the top so I can admire your rosebud while I eat."

I stretched out as best I could on the makeshift bed, which is about six inches too short for a tall guy like me, and Gwen straddled me, placing her knees either side of my head. Before she lowered her pussy to my tongue she pushed my boxers down and engulfed my semi-erect cock. In our haste, I had neglected to take my pill so a true hard-on probably wasn't going to happen. This getting old stuff sucks. While Gwen used all her considerable oral skills to try and get me hard, I slipped my tongue from her pussy and moved it up to rim her tight pucker. As the anal play continued, I could feel her impending climax. I dipped my index finger into her pussy to get it wet and then just as her orgasm hit her, I poked it into her ass. She started bucking and wailing as she squeezed my head between her legs. I lapped her cum as my own orgasm hit me and sent a couple for squirts into her mouth. Panting, Gwen let my cock escape her lips and kissed the head before turning and laying half on top of me.

"I think the guest bed has earned it's safety certificate and we can rest assured Clare will be safe to engage in fun and games should she find a partner” she cooed before we both drifted off for a nap.

******

Claire arrived Saturday morning, still visibly distraught and looking like she wanted to be six inches tall and invisible. We stayed moored that day while I did boat chores and the women talked. She had taken her two week holiday so there was no real hurry to move on. Late in the afternoon, we all took Cooper for his walk and I got to know Claire better. She definitely inherited her mother's looks and body type. Slender with a pretty face and light auburn hair, I'm sure she turned heads wherever she went. Her self-confidence was definitely lacking, however. She was convinced that she in general, and her lack of love making expertise in particular, caused her husband to go gay. Gwen and I both assured her he was closeted when he married her and it was nothing she did or didn't do. She seemed placated, but not totally convinced.

The next two days we cruised. Gwen and Claire spent a lot of time walking the tow path and handling the locks. By Monday afternoon, Claire was much more relaxed and pleasant to be with. She shared the chores and even took a turn at the tiller. Tuesday afternoon we moored just outside of a somewhat larger town than your typical canalside village. We planned to replenish our supplies, top off our water, empty the rubbish and toilet waste and after all that we would be set for a few days of cruising. We planned on splurging for a nice dinner and a pint at the local pub for dinner, but Gwen got a call in the early afternoon that changed our plans. She told us that her mother had had a mild stroke and had been admitted to hospital. In a few minutes time she figured out that she could get a train from where we were to the town where the hospital was located. Claire and I both said we would go along, but Gwen insisted we stay. She said the hospital assured her that her mother was recovering with no seeming loss of motor skills and that we should stay so Claire could enjoy her vacation and she would call us every day to let us know if there was any change.