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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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If you've not read any of my previous tales you might want to have a search in the forums. I'm assuming most of you reading this will already know the characters by now and what relationships we all have so I won't waste time going over that.
Linda was staying at the Spa when she got a phone call from her husband. They had been trying to sell their cruiser for the last 6 months without any luck so he decided to just sell it to a boat yard, at a vastly cheaper price. He was made of money so it didn't really bother him losing all that money but for me what he lost selling to a yard instead of private would have payed for my house. I'd never have done it. But it wasn't my boat.
"How do you expect me to get it to Oxford?" Linda said after listening to her husband.
"Why can't they just take it? Do I have to go?" she said after another pause as he told her something.
"Ok, I'll find someone, if I have to. Can't it wait until your back though?" she asked exasperation evident in her voice.
"Ok, Ok. Speak soon. Love you" she said, which once she hung up was closely followed by "Bastard. How the fuck am I supposed to find someone who can take a fucking boat from London to Oxford?"
While Linda had been on the phone to her husband I'd been between her legs licking her pussy, carefully so as not to make her cry out and let him know.
"I'll help if you like" I offered from between her thighs.
"Have you ever driven a boat before?" Linda asked looking at me staring up at her from her pussy.
"Yeah, mostly sailing boats. Cruiser a couple of times and speedboats the odd weekend" I said.
"It's 50 foot" she said.
"Nice. Got any pictures?" I asked her.
"50 foot doesn't bother you then? No, no pictures with me". she said.
"Nah, smaller than the sailing boats I've sailed, bit bigger than the speedboat though, but it'll be fine" I winked before returning my attention to her slippery pussy.
Apart from the group of horny sex addicts I hung out with back then I also had friends with sailing yachts and speedboats, among other silly toys. And yes, I do know I was very lucky back in those days.
I'd regularly been crewing yachts since 16, initially just hauling 1 rope, when instructed, and throwing up between times, but since then I'd spent enough time over the years to be become competent enough to take charge and skipper the yacht, providing we were not too far off shore or in heavy congested waters. Getting seasick hadn't lasted long either and by that time in my life I was as happy in gale at sea as I was stood waiting for a bus.
A cruiser belonging to some rich bloke going up the Thames wouldn't be a challenge, it would be fun.
We didn't discuss it again that day as Linda was more concerned with me making her cum, several times. I even stayed over in the spa that night as Linda was exceptionally horny that day and insisted I stay in her room. That was never a chore though. It was worth it to listen to her sexy voice alone
It was at breakfast the next morning before the topic of the boat came up again.
"Em, fancy joining us taking the boat up to Oxford? He's finally selling it and Dick's offered to drive."
"You can sail?" Emma asked me.
"It's not exactly sailing, it's a cruiser, but, yeah I can" I told her as we worked our way through a large mountain of toast.
"One day your going to surprise me by admitting there is something your shit at" Emma laughed.
I was useful to her there is no doubt about it. Practical things around the spa I could do easily and I saved her a fortune in maintenance costs. "Well as long as you don't ask me to look after the books we should be ok. I'd really fuck them up" I laughed.
"My god, so there is something! Thank god for that" Emma said joining me laughing.
Emma unfortunately couldn't make the trip and neither could Trish. It would take a full week to move the boat and they had clients booked.
"Any fun friends you could bring along?" Linda asked me.
"How many births has the boat got?"
"2" Linda told us.
"Two? On a fifty foot boat?" I asked a bit surprised.
"Yeah, It's not the most practical boat, but it's nice" Linda told us.
"Gin palace then?" I asked smirking.
"Cheeky sod, but, yeah I guess it probably is".
"I could ask Charlie and Liz?" I offered.
"Oh Liz would be a scream, and Charlie must be alright with a wife like Liz" Linda said. She'd met Liz a few times now and Liz had stayed at Linda's place in London with me, but Linda had never met Charlie up to now.
I asked Charlie and Liz, they were free, and excited about a river cruise on the Thames. Who wouldn't be? It's not a cheap holiday if you hire a boat but this one would be free, and bloody luxurious by the sound of it.
We arranged everything and Linda even payed for our return train tickets to get us down to London.
Liz had already told Charlie about Linda's fancy penthouse so there were no surprises or fun to be had winding Charlie up. When we arrived though the first words out of his mouth as the elevator doors opened was "Fucking hell" said in a very long drawn out way. I should have expected it, even though he pretty much knew what to expect it took most people's breath away on first seeing it. Or in Charlie's case, filled his breath with expletives.
Unlike our last arrival Linda wasn't almost naked as the lift doors opened, unfortunately. Marie was there and once we introduced Charlie to Linda and Marie the first thing Linda suggested was going shopping.
Linda needed to keep up appearances at the marina their boat was stored in, just in case her husband spoke to anyone who saw us all she'd have a easier time explaining us away if we looked the part.
She wanted us all in matching nautical uniform, shorts and polo shirt, nothing extravagant. Once kitted out complete with deck shoes we looked like a bunch of twats, but a bunch of twats who looked like they belong in a poncy marina.
That first night we stayed at Linda's penthouse and intended to leave first thing in the morning.
By the time the 4th bottle of champagne had gone though, she still didn't have any 'real' drink in that fancy flat, we all realised there wasn't going to be any early start the next day.
The more we drank the filthier the conversation became, and the less clothes we all seemed to have on. Marie was coming with us, and staying overnight, so soon Charlie and I had 3 semi naked women causing us stiffness problems.
Me being a huge exhibitionist it wasn't long before I had Linda, Marie and Liz all lined up facing the floor to ceiling windows with their hands lent against them waiting to be fucked from behind.
Marie initially complained she'd have to clean the glass of all the finger marks but once Charlie and I started fucking our way round them in rotation, hoping we gave someone a good show, she stopped complaining, and started moaning instead.
Linda had had yet another boob job by this point and she'd now gone large, very large. Her tits were fucking huge and as I hammered my cock deep into her pussy they were pushed up against the glass off the penthouse windows.
I'd loved to have seen what they looked like as I fucked her, and just hope someone did get a great view of them pressed up against the window with my cock also sliding in and out of her cunt. Once I'd unloaded deep inside her Marie sat under her thighs with her mouth open catching my cum as it dropped from her well fucked cunt.
The sex and drinking went on until 5 in the morning. No way were we making an early start.
"God, my fucking head" I said waking up in bed with Linda and Marie the next morning.
"I knew we shouldn't have had a party last night" Linda said.
"What time is it?" Marie asked
"Ten thirty, I think" I said squinting at the clock.
"Fuck. My head's killing me" Marie replied.
"Coffee, paracetamol?" I asked
Both girls just groaned, and pulled up the duvet.
I crawled out of bed and walked over to the guest room Charlie and Liz were staying in.
"Coffee, paracetamol?" I repeated
"Fuck. What? Mm yes" came the reply.
I gingerly made my way to the kitchen and got water boiling. I found paracetamol in one of the bathrooms cupboards and took 4 bottles of water from the Fridge and threw water bottles and tablets at everyone before going back to the kitchen.
I found the caffetiers and filters and made enough coffee for 3 mugs each before shouting down the bedroom corridor to come and get it, then wincing at the pain in my own head. This wasn't a great way to start a days sailing.
4 naked people eventually appeared looking just as bad as I felt. We sat round the table in silence and drank our coffee, then another coffee. By the third cup the pills were kicking in and everyone became half human.
"I'm not sure I can go on a boat feeling like this" Linda said.
"I'll throw up" Liz added.
"We'll be fine after some food. Bacon and eggs?" I asked.
Marie jumped up and ran off towards the bathroom, holding her hand over her mouth as we watched her.
I couldn't help thinking how sexy her naked arse looked running across the room. I was starting to feel better.
Thirty minutes ago 3 pairs of naked breasts sat opposite me hadn't raised a smile, now one sexy arse running down the corridor was raising far more than a smile as my cock began to swell.
The others hadn't replied to my breakfast question but I could tell by their faces that bacon and eggs sounded good. I stood up. Liz saw my hard cock. "Fucks sake" was all she muttered as I set to work making some breakfast.
I slaved over the frying pan and delivered bacon, sausage, eggs and toast to the table. Even Marie managed to get some food inside her after throwing up and we all felt much better after eating.
"Right, we've got all afternoon. We should still managed 6 hours before we lose the light if we get moving now" I said.
Nobody looked that enthusiastic, but I insisted. Dragging Linda to her feet I sucked her nipples. Linda's nipples were always sure to wake her up.
Liz, well she'd had coffee so I wouldn't get my head biten off so I goosed her after dragging her to her feet. Liz's pussy was sure to wake her up.
Marie I didn't know well enough so I sucked her nipples and goosed her pussy just to be sure.
Charlie, well I told Charlie to "Get a fucking move on, lazy twat".
We all had a shower and got dressed. Neither Liz nor Marie put a bra on and both girls looked fantastic with just the matching polo shirts covering their free moving breasts.
Linda being the posh owner dressed accordingly. What she wore wasn't exactly practical for boating, hell it was hardly practical for a film premier, but, fuck, she looked stunning so I wasn't going to complain as we headed off to the marina to pick up the boat.
"Nice boat Linda. Why the fuck you selling it?" I asked once we got on board. It was a real gin palace, all the gear no idea, with full radar, sonar, VHF and navigation system fitted.
The yacht I regularly sailed on at sea had a similar, but cheaper, setup so I knew basically how it worked, not that we'd need it this week on the river.
Still, toys is toys, and boys like toys so you can bet your life I had the whole system powered up all week while we cruised.
The craft was fitted with bow and stern thrusters so despite being just over 50 foot long it proved to be the easiest boat of any kind I'd ever skippered. Even Linda could have driven this without hitting anything if she'd only tried.
Charlie and Marie took care of the ropes when we first cast off and once we got away from the marina I gave them all a quick lesson on how to tie up to various anchor points for when we next moored.
The sun was shining, I had almost a quarter of a million quids worth of boat fitted with every toy know to boatkind, we had a well stocked bar including 2 bottles of 30 year old single malt and 3 horny, filthy, women on board as well as my best mate. This was going to be a good week. |
