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Nancy’s Story, Chapter 10Chapter 10, Love on The Hill of LesbosThe temperature in our cabin was perfect and the gentle movement of “The Princess” rocked us to a sound sleep. In a single day, we had gotten up, said our good byes to or friends in New Zealand, flew over open water landing in Fiji, boarded a beautiful sailboat, sailed for a bit, renewed our vows under sail, and had toe-curling sex for hours. I recommend that regimen if you experience a sleeping disorder.The smell of coffee stirred us awake. I slipped out to make water in our cozy head followed by Gina. She spoke to me as she slipped by.“Thank you for last night. I feel so close to you.” She disappeared after closing the door for privacy. Chuck spoke next. “How is my wife and c***d doing?” He patted my tummy that was showing the early signs of my pregnancy. “And, more importantly, how are you feeling about last night?”“I slept soundly, if that gives you an indication.”“No second thoughts, worries, concerns?”“Darling, not yet. It was something she wanted, something I could not deny. And, to my surprise, I enjoyed it.”Chuck slipped in the head after Gina was through and left it for him. I decided to put on my bathing suit bottom so I could freely sit without feeling like I might soil a surface. Gina took my lead and did the same. Chuck, ever the nudist, grabbed a towel.We went into the lounge to find a small feast laid out for breakfast. Chuck handed Lori two bags of the organic Costa Rican coffee he brought for a gift. The morning coffee was grown in Indonesia. There was fruit, breads, and jams, laid out. Jim came in from above all chipper. I went over and hugged him for the beautiful ceremony and for his hospitality. Hugs with naked people are so much nicer!I fixed a small plate and took a cup of coffee up to see What was happening. Chuck and Gina did the same. The sky was beautiful. Mother and the girls were sunning themselves. Ricky was fishing as was Mingo. Chuck seemed to inhale his breakfast. Must have been a trait he picked up in the army. I walked over to Ricky asking how the fishing was going. He said he and Mingo had nearly caught enough for the day’s supper. He said Timothy cleaned and prepped them as fast as they were being caught. Jim called over and said he wanted to get under way in an hour.“Aye, my Captain.”Ricky said that he and the two mates were going to be passengers as Jim and Chuck were going to take the boat out for a fast run. Then, he looked at me.“Nelida said she was your mother. Seriously?”“Yes,” I replied. “Why?”“I don’t know what to say. I guess an old sod like me enjoyed a mother and daughter in the same day and didn’t know it. Who’d believe that?”“No one explained how Gina fits in the picture to you?” I turned and walked away shaking my ass and hips for his viewing. I felt slutty! I thought that three generations of females might make an interesting orgy theme.Frank and Maggie were seated in the cock pit with Lori and Gina. Shortly, Mingo came carrying two fish and his gear followed by Ricky who just carried his rod and reel.Chuck was naked except for deck shoes and a flotation device around his waist. He went forward and spoke to mother and the girls and they came to sit in the cock pit. Lori stood by the wheel on the left side as Jim joined Chuck forward. I know nothing about sails but I know a small one was released and allowed to flutter in the wind that was picking up. We heard a noise; Lori explained that an electric winch was bringing in the anchor line and that once the anchor broke free of the bahis siteleri bottom, we would be under way.It broke free and the wind filled the small triangular sail moving the boat in the opposite direction from which we were at anchor. The wind was coming from the rear of the boat, from land.dSoon, Chuck and Jim were raising the large sail that attached to the mast and a metal boom attached to it. Handles were put into metal columns rising from the deck that had rope wound around them. The rope attached to sets of pulleys and attached to the boom with the big sail. The boom passed over our heads and the sail caught the wind. We were underway and moving away from our anchorage area. Soon, more handles were turned and then smaller sail filled with wind.Lori pointed to a small ribbon attached to the top if the mast. She said it told her the direction of the wind and how strong it was blowing. Jim backed off the rope for the main sail which hung over the left side of the boat. Chuck attached a pole and set the smaller sail to hang off the right side of the boat. We were moving across the water fast! Jim came into the cock pit and Lori said we were sailing wing and wing, or something like that.Then, Chuck joined us. It was cozy. I asked how just two people could sail the boat by themselves. Jim explained he could set the sails and trim them from the cockpit because each capstan was also motorized. Doing it by hand was a back up and old school, he added.“Feel like setting the big one, the spinner?” Chuck asked Jim.“Sure. Ricky is below. We changed sail lockers. Tell him to pull it out and bring it up.”A naked Chuck disappeared below to fetch whatever the spinner was. Ropes, pulleys, and the big one. It could get interesting.He returned after a few minutes and headed to the front of the boat and started undoing some rope with a metal snaps on them. He unstrapped a metal pole and was holding it when Mingo came up lugging a large nylon duffel bag he took to Chuck. A bunch of colorful nylon cloth was pulled out and Chuck connected ropes and the pole to the cloth using the metal snaps. Another rope coming from the top of the mast was attached. Chuck started cranking on the mast and the nylon cloth began to rise upward filling the cloth with wind. All of a sudden the cloth expanded with the lower middle part spreading out in front of the boat beyond the metal wire running from the front of the boat to the top of the mast. The effect was a dramatic increase in speed.“We just set the spinnaker,” Lori said. “We use it for speed when the wind is not to strong and comes from behind us. If the wind is too strong, we use a larger triangular jib than the small one we started with this morning. Heavy wind is too much for the large spinnaker and mast.”We were racing through the water, breaking through small waves, throwing spray. Fiji quickly disappeared behind us.After a half hour, Jim told Chuck to prepare to come about. Chuck went to the front and looked back at Jim.“Come about.”Chuck started turning a crank and the spinnaker seemed to collapse and the boat quickly turned to an angle toward the wind. Chuck gathered the nylon spinnaker and the main sail was pulled in closer to the boat’s center giving a noticeable tilt to the deck.Mother looked at me and asked if we knew where we were. Lori explained the boat had GPS and could take us back to port, or anywhere on the water, automatically. After a while, Jim said something about tacking and we changed direction slightly with the main sail crossing over the canlı bahis siteleri cock pit to the other side causing the deck to tilt in the opposite direction. We were sailing toward the direction from where the wind was coming. Then we jibbed with the main sail going back over our heads.Mingo came up with a pitcher of fruit juice and plastic tumblers. It was refreshing. After a few hours, the peaks of Fiji’s mountains had appeared and shortly after that the sails were adjusted to slow our forward motion. Lori said we were going to anchor in a nice cove where we could swim and have supper of grilled fish compliments of our excellent fishermen. She added that the inflatable could take anyone ashore who felt like hiking up to view the cove and our anchorage.It was not long before the mainsail was lowered and we were creeping forward to a lovely point in the cove where Mingo dropped the anchor. We drifted back a bit with the wind to him yell it was set. Mother and the girls were all wearing grins. Ricky appeared saying lunch was set out below.After a light breakfast and our race across the water, I was hungry. Frank and Chuck said something about women and c***dren first. Maggie said expectant mother’s first. Gina turned and said, “She is talking about us.” She grinned and motioned for me to proceed. I grabbed a towel to sit on and reminded mother to do the same so our naked bottoms would not touch bare surfaces. I headed below.Ricky and the two junior crew members were wearing their white shorts ant T-shirts. With Johnathan acting as the steward. My girls all wore the bottoms of their bathing suits. I wondered how the three male crew members handled the bevy of naked or partially women.A tray of sliced and rolled ham and beef was set out with sliced cheeses, leaf lettuce, thin sliced sourdough bread, mustard and mayonnaise. Sliced tropical fruit sat on another tray. A third tray held an assortment of iced cookies. A pitcher of iced tea and a pitcher of what looked like lemonade sat with plastic tumblers. I made my plate and moved away to make room for others. Chuck poured a glass of lemonade after asking my preference. I went back up to the cock pit to enjoy the scenery. The cove was surrounded by what appeared to be a black sand beach. Various palm trees grew with some at nearly the water’s edge. On one side, the steep hill side sloped down to meet the beach. The exposed rock was black and I assume was volcanic. The hill’s summit rose several hundred feet above the cove and continued to climb in elevation further inland from the water. A steady breeze made the air comfortable. Mingo came up and turned a switch. I heard a small engine start and settle into a steady hum. He said he was charging the batteries for dark. Then, he and Johnathan untied the inflatable motorized raft to set it into the water. At the rear of the boat was a platform on which the raft had been secured. It lowered into the water and the raft floated free. Jonathan started the motor and backed away as a Mingo secured it with a rope. The platform was raised again.Lori came up and told me about the options. I could go ashore or remain on board. Ashore, I could walk the slope up for a good view, swim, or do anything. There were no other boats in the cove but that could change. She suggested if I went ashore to take a bathing suit, at least the bottom part. A horn sounding twice was the signal to return to the beach to come back to the boat.Maggie joined us. I said something cheeky to her about going to explore sexy twin canlı bahis mountains and a valley with her. She said she would grab a wrap and we would be on our way. Lori reminded her she needed good shoes if she was going to climb the hill. I decided to go get mine and a large beach towel and wear my bathing suit bottom. Well, netting is better than nothing…Moments later, we clambered into the raft and Jonathan took us to shore. I sort of wished I could try the young twenty year old man out but realized he had ferry duty. Before we got out, Jonathan handed us a small canvas back pack.“It has bottled water, a snack, tanning oil, and a two-way radio. Call if you need anything.”Maggie took the bag. We started walking with me thinking what I would be eating soon. The sand gave way under our feet some making the walk more tiring than expected until we got on a firmer surface. We held hands and talked and laughed like two school girls as we walked to the sloped end of the beach. Then it hit me, I forgot to say something to Chuck.Maggie read my mind, “I told Frank and Chuck I was taking you on shore to have my way with you.”“And I was saying to myself I was going to go finish what I started as you were sucking my husband’s cock.”We started our climb up the steep path to the outlook above the beach. It was like climbing a long set of stairs without landings. I let Maggie take the lead. Her legs were muscular, her ass was not huge but not small either. It fit her curvy frame nicely. After fifteen or so minutes, the top was in view- grassy knoll with ankle high grasses and small flowers. I was glad I thought to bring the beach towel to put under us.Maggie helped me spread it out and stood up and walked to to join me. We kissed. It was long, deep. Our tongues met and teased each other. Our hands explored female parts, gently, sensually. It was not the usual rough touch I was used to with men.We knelt down on the towel as we continued to kiss and caress. I was obviously not her first female lover. Our hands touched each other’s breasts as we took turns kissing, licking, sucking nipples building a tension that would end to an orgasmic release. We gently removed each other’s bathing suit bottoms revealing our bare pussies. Our shoes came off next. We explored each other with finger tips before moving to our sides with our faces opposite each other’s pussies.I tasted her. She had that clean, tangy-sweet taste I love. Her clit responded to my tongue and lips bringing little moans. I involuntarily added my own as she licked, fingered and kissed my sex. As I inserted my fingers in her to finger fuck her, she did the same to me. Our fingering increased taking us to our first orgasms. For several hours, we enjoyed each other in a way women understand. It was getting well into the afternoon and we decided we probably needed to start back to the beach. We pulled our suits on then put our shoes on. Maggie opened the pack and took out water for us. We each took deep draws, replaced the caps, and started back.The walk down was nearly as taxing as we had to fight gravity to keep from falling on our faces. And, our legs were less than sturdy from out sexual play hours earlier. We reached the beach as the horn sounded. The inflatable was there loading my mother and the girls.“I’ll be right back.”He made the short trip to the boat depositing the three on the platform then motored back to pick up Maggie and me.We arrived to see a propane grill sitting on a pedestal and Mingo grilling fish and pineapple sprinkled with cinnamon. Chuck greeted me with a hug and kiss telling me he missed me and asking if I had fun. I hugged back and said yes.“I knew you were going ashore with Maggie.”I asked, “What did you do while I was gone?”“Helped prepare dessert.”
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