I am awakened early the next morning by wonderfully pleasant sensations coursing through my cock! I open my eyes and look down to see Bob, with my cock deep in her mouth, looking up at me!
She stops what she is doing, just long enough to say impishly " you win, I caved!" and goes right back to sucking my cock. I just lay there, with my arms folded behind my neck and simply allow the feelings of pure ecstasy to build and build, until it was useless to try to hold back the inevitable any longer, I am going to cum and cum hard, ready, or not!
A wave of orgasmic pleasure hit me so hard and so fast, that I feared I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it. I was cumming so hard that my stomach muscles were rhythmically contracting as if I were receiving an electrical shock. The only thing that I can do besides grunt and moan...is to grab onto Bobs head and hold on for dear life!
Bob sucks the last drops of cum from my cock, then crawls up to lay her head on my chest, while I regain my senses.
"Morning Captain!" she says with a big smile "Hope you weren't freaked out too much last night, by all that happened!"
"Got to admit, a lot happened last night, that I never thought I would ever live to see. and damn sure never thought I would ever experience.
But I honestly cannot say that I was actually freaked out by any of it! All just seemed so strangely normal and natural at the time. I guess, I just let the "little head" lead the way and did not allow the big head time to overthink things and cloud the issue, like I usually do.
Now I am not sure that it was something that I would want to engage in on a regular basis, but I am really glad, that for once, I allowed myself the chance to experience something new and different, without stopping to worry about what someone else might think about it."
"Stick around, you might be surprised at all the new tricks we can teach an old dog like you" she joked.
Bob and I lay there in bed for a while longer, then decide that if we hope to make New Orleans by nightfall, we had best be getting busy. Bob says that she needs to take a quick shower, so I pat her on the butt and say in a joking manner "Need me to help wash your back?"
"If you think the shower will fit the two of us...then be my guest" Bob says with grin
When I had said it, I had only been teasing. But now that the idea had been hatched...I thought, "Why not" and decide to give it a try.
Even though my wife and I have a huge walk-in shower, with overhead raindrop nozzles at home... large enough that half a dozen people could probably shower together. My wife would never ever even consider... letting me shower with her, not in a million fucking years!
"DON'T BE NASTY!" I can almost hear her snarling at me right now, just thinking about it.
Bob and I strip off our clothes, get the water running and then both of us step inside the shower stall and close the door. It is definitely a snug fit for the two of us...but not nearly as cramped as one might have imagined.
As we stand there, I cannot decide which feels better, the streams of hot water cascading over our naked bodies, or the feel of her firm supple breasts pressed tightly against my chest.
My cock is voting for the breasts, as it begins to rise up and grow firm. It was not at full rigidity just yet, but it was definitely making its presence known.
Bob poured some liquid soap into the palm of her hands, rubbed them together to get a good lather going...then began to wash and massage my chest and belly...she pressed her breasts into me even tighter, as she reached behind me and applied the soap to my back and butt.
I got myself a handful of soap and whipped up a good lather as well and repeated the process for her. Admittedly, I probably spent a whole lot more time applying the soap and massaging her breasts than was needed for cleaning purposes, but as her nipples hardened in the palms of my hands, I assumed that I was doing the job properly.
I pull her in close to me and reach behind her to wash her back and made extra sure that both of her butt cheeks were squeaky clean.
We must have been thinking alike....as we both lathered up our hands again and went to work soaping each other's genitals. I swear, I do not think that my cock has EVER been cleaned so well, and I feel like I was doing a very meticulous job of cleaning her vaginal area as well.
Without a word, Bob looks up at me, throws her arms around my neck and hops up... wrapping her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together behind me.
I lean back, to brace myself against the wall of the shower stall and plant my feet against the opposite wall. Wedged in there like that with little or no chance of us slipping or falling in the shower, I grasped her sweet little butt cheeks and lifted her up until her pussy was directly above my throbbing cock. As I eased her down, my cock slid easily into her pussy, all the way to my balls. As I held tightly her soapy ass cheeks...she bounces up and down on my cock. the wet flesh of her tits slapping me on the chin on the upstroke...causing my nut sack to swing violently bank and forth, slapping her asshole on each down stroke.
I know that there was no way that we can remain in this position for much longer. but we do not need to! She begins to squeeze my neck tighter...and bounce up and down on my cock harder and faster until I feel her whole body become rigid, as if she has suddenly turned into a statue. "Oh FUUUUCCCKKK" she screams in my ear as her orgasm hit her. At about the same time, my nut sack draws up tight against the base of my cock. cum roaring up from deep in my balls and spews out of my cock like white hot lava from a volcano. Nothing is going to stop it flowing... I fill her spasming vagina to overflowing.
She unlocks her ankles, and I ease my grip on her butt as she slides off my cock and gets her feet planted firmly on the shower stall floor. Rivulets of cum are draining from her vagina and running down the insides of her thigh. Although my own legs were feeling weak and wobbly...I help her wash away the evidence of our coupling... Then we step out of the shower stall to help each other get dried off.
We got ourselves dressed, and as we step out of the shower room. Tom and Ingrid were sitting at the galley table and give us a round of applause!
"Thought you two were going to capsize the boat, you had it rocking so much" Tom teased.
"Don't be giving them a tough time Tom" Ingrid replied "After all, they were just in there having some nice clean fun!" she quipped
Over a breakfast of ham, scrambled eggs, and toast. We discussed the plans for today.
"Barring any difficulties, we should be able to reach New Orleans before dark" I say " A lot will depend upon boat traffic, river conditions and weather. We are getting closer to the coast, so tropical storms can pop up rather quickly and they can dump a lot of rain in a hurry. Which will make it just that much more difficult to navigate...in unfamiliar waters. Debris can be floating in the water, and it will be hard to see. So, we may be forced to slow the ship down drastically to avoid damaging the hull or the rudder or lose a prop"
"I've only got spotty reception on my cell phone, so I am not even sure what the forecast is for the area. So, if the sky starts looking rough or looks like a storm might be brewing...we may have to change plans and find somewhere to hunker down to wait out the storm. I am brand new at all of this myself and just throwing out some ideas about what COULD happen, so that we can be alert to dangerous situations. We've made it much too far, to be taking any foolish chances, or to be caught unaware."
