Kay James and Dunbar

An fact based sequel to the story line “Too Late My Awakening” as remembered by the author who lived it and portrayed in the first person by his alter ego.

An actual fact based sequel to the story line “Too Late My Awakening” as remembered by the author who lived it and portrayed in the first person by his alter ego The Great Peterswiftt.

After the completion of a major project in Destin (followed by a failed attempt at some personal vacation time) I was glad to get back to my office at Saint Armand Circle in Sarasota.

During the short flight home I was considering different ways to take my mind off of all the numbers spinning in my head, but for some reason that seemed to make things even worse. It had been a successful trip financially and a very lucrative year all around, but an extremely hectic one for me and I actually knew for once in my life that I needed some time away to unwind.

I had considered taking my boat out for a couple days before that last new construction opportunity got in the way when finally realizing I actually had an opportunity then, so I decided to just to do it.

Some months earlier I had a conversation with Kay James (a new acquaintance of mine) over dinner about the prospect of her joining me for a sail some day, but like I mentioned, it was just a conversation (and wishful thinking on my part) and now finally seeing my way clear, hell I decided to give her a call to see if she was still interested.

I remember reclining my seat back the two inches commercial flight seating allows when I recalled the first time we met at her parent’s memorial and how she expressed a desire to winter in Florid.

After some additional consideration I thought that I may have come up with a viable solution for the two of us since I inherited her parent’s fully furnished home that I don't live in (here you may draw your own conclusions on where I am going with this) so I phoned and left her a message.

Around two hours after landing I was back at my office going over some prospective future projects when my cell rang and the caller ID indicated Boston MA. Knowing (or hoping) that it was Kay, I answered: "Swiftt" while pretending to be both super busy and of course extremely important.

"Peter hi!"... This is Kay James ... how have you been? I’ve been thinking of you! Is this a good time?" Her voice rang out all happy and clear in quick borage of short sentenced questions.

"Actually … real good Kay and for you it’s always a good time to call me, I’ve been doing great." I answered: "Listen, I am glad you got back with me, I've been thinking about you too and I remembered you telling me that you might be interested in wintering here” (pause, but no reaction) “and since your parents left me their home I was kind of wondering if you might want to stay there the months that you’re considering wintering here in Florida."

"Well Peter, Father had told me just prior to his death that you did a lot of fine upgrades on their house. I haven't seen or even been in it for many years” (and another brief pause) “let me ask you this ... what were you thinking on price? I’m sure a house of that stature in that area has to command a pretty penny to lease," she questioned.

"How about you pay me the cost difference in electric and water that I'm billed for the months that you are down here?" I offered: “I can show you some billing statements so you can average it out against what I pay while it’s sitting empty. That should give you a pretty good idea of what to deduct from the total to pay me the difference during the months you spend here.”

"Well that would mean I would have to stay there through one whole billing cycle (and she giggled) I was only joking … you can't be serious!" She replied: "During the most desirable winter season with that square footage and in that location and that close to premium beaches with its own in ground pool and spa ... Peter, you should be able to get well over a hundred times that all winter long!" She exclaimed prior to adding: "I know, because I have been looking on line for available housing around the Sarasota area."

"Kay, there's a couple of things to consider here, for one ... I'm sure that your folks didn't leave it to me to rent or lease out to strangers, they thought far too much of their home, the contents and their neighbors for me to do that, and two ... you're their daughter and I know that you will keep it and everything in it nice out of respect for them and besides, I don't need the money or want the headaches and aggravation associated in dealing with any tenant that I don’t actually know. It will also make me feel better about this whole inheritance situation, so … I hope that you will at least consider it."

"Well Peter I am defiantly interested, but like I said I haven't been there for so long, maybe I’ll take a few days and fly down to see it before I decide and after I go through it, I’d like to drive the neighborhood, maybe check out the stores and other conveniences that must have developed up around that area over the years … that is if that’s alright and if it will work for you … and I want you to include some profit or at least a prorate for the time I’m there against the annual tax bill." She reasoned.

“Always the Lawyer" I thought while trying to keep her on the hook: "Just tell me what days you decide on, I have been planning to take some time off myself, so let me take a look at my calendar while I still have you on the phone."

“Sure” she responded and then paused a moment and added, "I have a deposition tomorrow ... give me a second." And she put me on hold and then: "Ok ... Peter I'm sorry about that ... is next Thursday too soon? I have nothing then or through that whole following week." She explained and my male imaginary sexual desires kicked in and in that instant the fantasy side of my brain went into overdrive.

"Kay, why don't you plan on coming down that Thursday and you can stay at the house for a few days to try in out and kick the tires so to speak. You know, try it out and get a feel for it and the surrounding area like you suggested." I offered, I knew I was reaching, but still trying not to sound too anxious or over bearing.

Before I gave her time to answer I added: "and I was planning to take my boat out for a sail down past Key Largo that following Monday. The trip should take ... oh … depending on the wind and weather, maybe the better part of two or maybe three days or even more if we do it up right … That is if you would like to consider that in your travel plans … I know you’d truly enjoy that and I think it would be great"

To my surprise and without hesitation: "That sounds super" she answered: "I'll text your cell when I pick up a rental car and maybe we can meet up somewhere for a beer."

"Better yet” I offered, “text me your flight information and I'll pick you up at the airport, I just had your Mother's car detailed, I go by and start the two of them periodically to keep the batteries up and move them around a little to keep their tires nice and round and it just sits there in the garage, so it needs to be driven anyway."

And she sounded just like her Father when she responded back with: "Done."

I was actually excited for once in a long time and it felt good having something to look forward too, in fact it actually sounded too good to be true and I hopped that once I got her out on my boat and she experienced that lavish lifestyle, she would succumb to my mature gentlemanly charm.

There had always been something about women being out on my boat that causes them to get a little frisky, and most will even pull their tops off once we're out of the sight of shore. Hell, I’ve even had a couple of them strip down nude right on deck, I daydreamed.

Though Kay mentioned to me when we first met that she was in her mid to late thirties, I knew that she had inherited the same gene that her Mother had, the one that I revered that allowed her to look so many years younger than her actual age. In fact the first time that I met Kay, she didn't look a day over twenty and now I was feeling anxious and I really couldn’t wait to get her out on that boat.

Chapter Two
Believe it or not she was able to book a flight into Sarasota Airport rather than Tampa (which took hours off of my total drive time and allowed us time to have a steak with that beer she offered earlier) and I was sitting in the cell lot anxiously awaiting her call and considering how to extend dinner into spending that entire evening with her when I noticed on the display board that her flight arrived ahead of schedule.

Twenty two minutes later I received a text stating that she had retrieved her bags and was headed toward passenger pickup when I text back: "On my way ... White Escalade. The moment I saw her up ahead, I flashed the lights, pulled over and when I anxiously jumped out she hugged me, kissed my cheek and we loaded her bags in the back.

Kay looked very pretty, in fact so much more so than I remembered her to be, but her beauty was still a little unsettling for me because she looked so much like her Mother, right down to the slightest detail. As we drove away she made some pleasant conversation and while trying to think about all the fun we’d be having, any and all of those unsettling ‘old’ feelings I cherished about her mother turned into intrigue.

"You look gorgeous. How was your flight down?"

"Well thank you! It was fine." She answered: "A bit of an unexpected delay taking off out of Boston with some icing issues, but due to strong tail winds they were able to make up the time once we were in the air." She explained: “We even landed a bit ahead of schedule; were you waiting long?”

"No, not at all, in fact Listen I was thinking if you're hungry we have time to stop at 'The Ale House' and grab some dinner and then I'll run you by the house; it is right on the way. I put some of your folk’s favorite wine in the kitchen rack, some fresh cold cuts, milk, eggs and beer in the fridge and a loaf of fresh bread and pound of coffee in the pantry." I informed her, and then I added: “That way you won’t have to spend your first day in Florida running around looking for grocery essentials.”

"Wow, thanks!" She exclaimed: "It sounds like you've thought of everything, and I can really use a beer now, so let's do that Ale House thing for dinner like you mentioned."

"Yes" I thought to myself: "I have thought of everything … if she only knew."

Our dinner together was very enjoyable as we took our time to exchange some stories about her parents over a couple of craft draft beers before we ordered and when she asked with interest about the boat trip down to the keys, without hesitation I told her that she should pack for a few days, but I added that we could possibly make it down and back in one overnight trip, but that would make for a rushed and less enjoyable one, but I wanted her to have that option.

“If you have the time to do a couple of days, it’s beautiful the entire way down and back and the weather window for next week looks great.” I told her: “and if we have fair winds we should see most, if not all of the Southern coastal waters before heading back,” and she just looked at me, listened and smiled.

“I stow all the wet and cold weather gear aboard that we should ever need and if it stays as warm as what’s been forecast, you won't need a lot of clothes Kay, you will love it." I explained (while fantasizing about getting her all naked and having my way with her cute slender little frame on board my boat) and I awaited her reaction.

Then all of a sudden it happened! That dreaded part of the conversation that most men hear given that exact same set of circumstances … and though I watched her lips as she announced it, I still couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing as she quite rhetorical asked: "Peter ... you don’t mind if I bring along a friend … do you?"

I absolutely didn’t let it show, but I was devastated. Let's take a minute to cover the dreaded 'Feminine Peer Pressure thing,' where it comes from and why it exists.

Now if I had to guess, Kay told a female colleague, a friend or a neighbor about my boat trip offer (probably with great anticipation, a proud smile on her face and with a twinkle in her eye) when this forgotten (whomever she was) overly cautions crone of a woman tells her something like: "He just wants to get you out there for sex and if you intend to do that you’d better take someone along to provide you with a safety net. Look, it’s a boat girl, you can’t just run away! Where would you even go? You don’t know HIM! You will be out of your element and his captive!” Or shades of that type of jealous female stupidity, I mused.

I know very little about the inner workings of the female mind ... but if history tells me anything, it is misery loves company and I’ll just bet that this woman (whomever she was) never had an offer to get laid on a seventy two foot luxury sailing yacht or any other offer of an exotic exciting rendezvous in her life ... and it was hard not to let my anger show.

So anyway … while maintaining my cool calm demeanor: "Well sure Kay, the more the merrier," came out of my mouth as I smiled in response as if nothing was wrong … even though what she had just laid on me wasn’t at all what I was hoping for, not by a long shot.

Well my answer noticeably seemed to tickle Kay who added: "She's a friend of mine; she's flying down tomorrow to spend a day or two with me before she has to fly back to attend to her job. She is a lot of fun and I know that you will just love her blah, blah, blah … yada, yada, yada."

Then doing my best to hide my disgust and distain for that third party of whom I’d never met and thoroughly disappointed in the very concept, I just smiled and nodded.

Chapter Three
A few minutes later we were in the driveway in Colonial Gables at her parent’s home that I had inherited and I took her bags and walked her through to basically show her where everything was and then I handed her the keys to the house and showed her where I kept the set for her late Mother's car.

By the time she graciously offered to share a bottle of wine I had already decided to keep the close to that evening simple by just offering: "Enjoy the rest of your evening and be sure that you and your friend meet me at 'Marina Jack' over off of Bay Front Drive Monday morning for breakfast. I will call you with the time after I arrange for their skiff to take us to my boat when we're ready to get underway. Now you need to get some rest young lady, it’s been a big day" and I turned to leave.

Kay kind of gave me that 'gee I hope that I didn't ruin things by insisting someone else come along' expression … and she kissed my cheek simply saying: "Thank you Peter" and I told her to call if she needed something or couldn’t find anything and I drove home.

Friday evening when I left the office I went in to Saint Armand Circle to pick up some new boating clothes from 'Tommy Bahamas' and stopped in at Marina Jack for dinner and a drink on the way home to arrange breakfast reservations for (NOW) the three of us and I scheduled the skiff transport to take us out to my boat sometime thereafter.

On Sunday morning Kay phoned to tell me that her friend had safely made it in last evening as planned, that she loved the house, that she was looking forward to meeting me and they were both very excited over the up and coming boat trip and yada-yada-yada … blah-blah-blah.

Then surprisingly she invited me to come over and join the two of them for dinner and a swim later that evening and I told her that I would have, but I had a few things to attend to and that they should pack for three days, dress for the tropics and meet me at the Marina about seven a.m. Monday … I guess at the time I was still pouting.

Monday morning early I was sitting by the window overlooking the boats docked right outside while talking with the owner over coffee about his possible upcoming business merger, when they walked in.

To my surprise, the girl with Kay looked much younger than the nosey old crone of a bitch I anticipated; she was about a head shorter than Kay, very shapely but a tiny bit pleasantly plump with that kind of (what I can only describe as) ‘baby fat’ thing going for her … but in ALL the right places in a real soft, sexy looking sort of way and I would be hard pressed to believe that she was even in her mid twenties.

Her short shiny jet-black hair, a quick smile and piercing blue eyes (that she obviously knew how to use as she looked around) haunted me. They were both wearing the sexiest little fitted sun dresses and while rolling their travel bags behind them they both looked so attractive that they could’ve actually passed for two beautiful actresses that were there to film some sort of a resort commercial.

After Kay spotted me, they both seemed to glide over toward my table while turning every head in the place, including most of the woman’s.

"Well Peter, this completely blew your previous busybody skank 'safety net' argument." I gleefully thought to myself.

Kind of speechless and still staring at the young lady I, heard Kay say: "Peter this is my friend Dunbar. Dunnie, Mr. Peterswiftt the Gentleman I’ve been telling you about."

After the brief introductions (including Jack the owner) he excused himself and sent our server over.

"Dunbar? ... “That's an interesting name." I remarked and she told me that it was actually her last name and that her Father was an attorney in Kay's law firm and that everyone had always called him that and since she palled around with him from the time and since she was a kid it kind of stuck with her as well and on and on and on and on she continued while I had them each take chairs facing the glass so they could benefit from the remaining sunrise over the boats.

After looking over the menu, Dunbar glanced out through the window and nodded asking: "Wow, they're all so beautiful, which one is yours?"

"Mine is moored further out in the bay not far from here” I informed her: “Their skiff here will take us out to her after our breakfast." And they sat chatting about flip flops, swim suits, sun screen and boats until our breakfast arrived.

The skiff was tied off steady and the girls had no problems climbing in it after their bags were loaded and secured and as we rounded the bend from the cove and entered the bay, I watched their eyes grow wide when they saw three sizable motor yachts’ mixed in with a spattering of smaller vessels and they both made audible signs of both disbelief and approval when we motored toward "Heart of Joy" where I had her moored adjacent to "The Legacy.”

Dunbar actually clapped when I hit the fob remote that lowered the stern platform and boarding ladder and as the operator held the steady, I jumped to the platform and tied it off fore and aft and helped Kay out first and then I assisted Dunbar to the platform.

I could actually sense the jealousy that poor young skiff operator had when I held the ladder steady with my nose barely inches from each lady’s shapely ass with my eyes trained looking directly up under their sun dresses as they climbed their way to her deck and once they were safely aboard, he handed me the bags and with an approving wink and a knowing grin, he gave me a nod, pushed off and he was on his way back to the marina.

"My dear God Peter, I didn't expect anything like this when you told me you had a BOAT!" Kay squealed the moment I stepped up on deck: "This is beautiful" and Dunbar just stood grinning from ear to ear as they looked around her well oiled teakwood deck.

"Let me raise the platform and ladder ladies and we'll go below so you girls can get your bags situated in your staterooms while I stow the food, then I’ll show you where all the facilities are and give you a quick rundown below before we get underway."

In just over an hour the anchors were raised, her sails were uncovered and since the breeze was light I started to winch the secondary sails in place for our slow wake free departure.

As they started filling with the warm sea breeze we were finally underway and I could tell the two girls were extremely excited.

With just the benefit of her two smallest sails (in order to keep her wake down for the other boats moored around us) I proudly took her out real slow and easy, but once we got out to where she started clearing the bay to enter the gulf, I added more sail to her center and front masts and the second they filled, she took off.

There's Dramamine in the cabinet above the sink." I called down: "But drink the bottled water. The water in the holding tanks has always tested well, but I never trust it for drinking." I remember explaining.

"So do you think we'll get seasick?" Dunbar giggled as she came up the ladder wearing only a bright blue bikini and if I hadn't been a mature gentleman my jaw would have dropped. She looked so over the top drop dead sexy that it was totally impossible for me to look away. Her plump spherical breasts were jiggling within themselves all pressed together in the tiniest top that reviled absolute exquisite under-boob as she walked toward me (and though I tried not to stare) the little string bottom literally appeared to be struggling to hold back the over plump lusciousness of her mound.

In an attempt to avert my obvious ogling, I managed to say: "Not normally while were we're traveling like this, the gyros keep her motion efficient, but if we should encounter an occasional swell and once we stop and anchor for the day, if you're not used to the constant motion it tends to sneak up on the unseasoned passenger."

"What's that?" Kay asked (in more of an announcement that she had just appeared on deck rather than a true question) and when I glanced past Dunbar (mature gentleman or not) I did feel my mouth drop open.

There she stood in all her radiant beauty like some form of goddess with her bare pale white complexion and light auburn hair only modestly covered by the shiniest metallic looking teal green micro bikini that I had ever seen!

“These girls must have just bought them specifically for this trip!” Immediately flashed through my thoughts, because there was no way those styles could be popular so far north and as my eyes darted uncontrollably between her slightest indications of a camel toe and up to the protruding nipples (that seemed to intentionally telegraph themselves through that shining material) I actually had to force myself to stay focused on her beautiful face.

"Oh I was just telling Dunbar here that it would be advisable for the two of you to take a Dramamine now in order to have some in your systems before we anchor for the night, and you young lady, in fact both of you need to get under some sunscreen. You're from Boston and we're in tropics now and a lot closer to the equator and neither of you will want to spoil your trip from bad sunburn."

As I sat back down behind the gleaming stainless wheel, I glanced over at Kay who had started applying a white cream all over Dunbar's neck, back and shoulders, and then over the tops of her large round breasts and by the time that she had made it past the small of Dunnie's back and on to the exposed top portion of her hips and then the backs of her thighs, I was actually getting a chubby.

Though I can lock the wheel in certain rudder positions, there is no real autopilot on my boat and the height of her hull tends to restrict my line of sight and I like to keep my hand on the wheel and my eye on her radar at all times. That being said, it was everything I could do to keep my eyes off of the two of them and on what smaller crafts could be lurking ahead.

"If you two are making a 'Girls Gone Wild' video, or a sunscreen commercial at least come over here where I can enjoy it too." I blurted out over the sounds of the wind and the waves.

"Hey! You just keep your eyes on the road Mr. Swiftt" Kay squealed and they both started laughing.

"Yeah Captain, and after I get done with Kay here, she can take the wheel." Dunbar remarked: “and I’ll do you next." But to my disappointment, I never got my turn.

It was a little after five when I recognized the everglades ahead and I knew that we were getting close to the deepwater bay just on the other side where I intended to anchor. It's a beautiful spot, very near to The Key Largo Resort and Yacht Club and it is where I wanted to spend my first night with Kay … and then I wanted to get a little miffed over the unexpected visitor arrangement.

Thirty minutes or so later I asked the girls keep the wheel steady and watch the compass heading as I dropped most of the sails and prepared to coast for a while before motoring her on in.

Chapter Four
"Wow, we’ve made great time." I thought as we rounded the tree-line where I started to see the tops of other masts and I was grateful that it didn’t look pounded so full and overcrowded like the last time I was there.

Now The Heart of Joy is a site to behold on the open water and even more impressive as she approaches docks and mooring spots of resort areas. Her high gloss dark navy blue/black hull topped with that eighteen inch bright red perimeter stripe crowned in her glowing white gunwales and her polished teak and mahogany inlayed deck sets her apart from all the fiberglass, aluminum, and micro fiber newer models.

She loves to boast the sleek shape of her hull with her two extremely tall center masts that makes her look more predatory than for pleasure, kind of like more of a legendary old world gunship than the high end luxury craft she truly is, and she bears a real and unmistakable presence of prestige and elegance, even more so when seen up close in a marina like that one.

With the aid of two inquisitive giggling girls (basically getting in my way) I managed to tie her off at anchor both fore and aft and by then the three of us were ready for dinner. The girls graciously offered and made the salad below while I sautéed the baby spinach in olive oil, butter and garlic to wilt it before adding it to the fresh clams, mussels and shrimp that I momentarily covered and steamed.

There is just something about fresh seafood from our gulf waters here in southern Florida that makes it unsurpassed in comparison to any other, and I know both girls are from Boston, a legitimate legendary coastal state who thinks it knows the subject well, but from my numerous business ventures, I (personally) find none that compare to what Florida waters have to offer and of course it doesn't hurt to employ an administrative assistant whose husband happens to be a commercial fisherman either.

Shortly after an amazing feast we were on our third bottle of Pinot Grigio and watching a most beautiful red sunset start to develop out over the gulf when Dunbar excused herself to carry down some of the dirty dinnerware and use the head and somehow it was almost too cute the way she said: “Hey guys, I gotta pee,” but that was Dunbar, all bubbly, outgoing and (let me tell you) super cute.

"Kay she's darling and a lot of fun but she seems so young, are you two friends through her father at work?" I questioned, (obviously fishing for my own personal reasons, but I guess I needed to know) it wasn’t because anything seemed too far out of place, but there was something that didn’t set well with me and though I had long gotten past any feeling of her being an intrusive third party … I was still curious.

"Her Father's how we initially met the first time, but she seemed very young and it really didn’t start then, however around a year later when she looked into my eyes there was chemistry. Peter I tried to avoid it for every imaginable reason, but it was there and she was the one who persisted” and she paused and thought for a moment as if choosing the right words before offering: “I guess I’ve always been like this; why do you think I never really moved back home after collage or even vacationed here much when my parents were alive?"

And in that instant it all became crystal clear to me that Dunbar was not only her lover, but she really was the intended safety net, but for a much different reason.

Not expecting that in the least, I just sat there trying to comprehend in my mind what my ears just heard as she continued explaining things in plain English as if it was something openly accepted every day: "From the time I was a teenager Peter I knew that they didn't understand me, and as I grew older they never approved of my choice of lifestyle … but I know they loved me."

Kay paused and when I didn’t immediately respond she added: "You knew how Mother always acted so prim and proper and Father being much older and a doctor, he was ... well, he was far too straight laced for that and I know they could never have handle me having a relationship with another woman, let alone one half my age when this happened,” (and she gestured toward the open hatch) “it just became easier all around if I remained distant.”

Not being able to hide all my obvious confused disappointment from what she just dumped on me (and with my all male ego now feeling totally betrayed) I heard my reply: “Kay ... I wasn't intending to pry; it's just that the first time we met I thought that ... well,"

She cut me off: "We could be an item? Peter that flatters me and I would very much like a relationship with you, in fact I felt that the first time we met too!" Then she stopped for a moment, thought … and as a blush came over her beautiful face she added: "If that was what you were about to say … that is"
Well then, totally speechless and confused, I just sat there looking in her crystal blue eyes until she decided to continue: "It wasn't until after Father died that Mother told me to enjoy a fun life with safe partner ... but she instructed me, almost demanding that I find a man of good breeding prior to settling down. She may even have mentioned you."
I knew instantly that Kay was taunting me, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if her mother actually had at least told her of me, in fact I’m not only sure she did, I could actually hear her voice telling her daughter what her daughter just told me.

"Kay." I responded: "After seeing you with Dunbar I just ..." and my brain finally told me to “stop talking.”

She just kind of stared back at me for a moment just smiling and when she finally decided how to explain, her voice became soft and tender: "You seem a bit confused by this, if you can come to terms with the fact that I like my time with a woman on occasion, we'll see how things work out between us. To be honest with you ... I have thought about you often since that first time we met at my parent’s memorial service," and she walked over and put her arms around my neck.

After placing her right foot in between mine, she turned away and sat her pretty little ass on my right thigh and came right out and asked me: "Peter, would you like to share Dunnie with me tonight?"

Now my ears heard what she was asking me, but as my head attempted to process the profoundness in that question: "Ah ... Well ... WHAT?" Is the only way I could manage to attempt any form of an answer. I mean I’m not trying to indicate that I hadn’t thought about that proposition pretty much since I watched them both walk in at Marina Jack, but from not being the one who attempted to initiate? That was a different set of circumstances and I just sat there in the disbelief that I wouldn’t actually have to work for it.
Then it happened, I felt my man brain kick in and do what it has managed to do to me every time it decided too since back before the time I was twelve years old when faced with any sexually charged challenging situation … it overloaded my mouth and: "Wa-wha-da-ya-asking me?" Was what it blurt out … hell I instantly knew, no verbal response from her was required for me to know … hell it was obvious and the growing lump on my lap was already confirming it.

While experiencing the firmness in my shorts, Kay grew even more confident, beamed and boldly stated: "Peter, I think you heard Me.” and then she added: "Dunbar and I have been together that way for about two years now and she has never really experienced a man. I love men and I love her and I want that for her too. We're all adults here and why not enjoy ourselves? After all we got together to have some fun this tour, am I right? (A brief pause) Oh and Peter," and she looked over at the hatch to make sure Dunbar hadn’t quite made it back and after seeing the coast was clear she bent forward and whispered these words that I will never forget: "She will let us do anything we want to her!"

Then suddenly: "Wow Kay! Did you know there's a bidet in our bathroom?" Dunbar giggled as she came from the ladder to gather up the rest of the dirty dishes … and at that I felt my own face blush.

"Hey Dunnie look around ... No one's out here to see us now and the sun is no longer too hot, so what do you say we both take off our tops to avoid any pesky tan lines before we lose the last of today’s sun?” Not waiting for an answer Kay winked at me adding: “Why don’t you start with yours, I think the Captain here may wants to get a better look at your boobs.”

"Hey! ... Now I never said that!" flew out of my mouth, but by then the tattletale signs in the front of my shorts was telling a different story.

Well Dunbar didn’t hesitate, she looked me directly in the eye and as if she was attempting to assume some form of dominant female roll, she boldly reached behind her back, untied her top and as it fell away I couldn't believe my eyes.
Now just moments earlier we were all sharing a meal together, laughing, talking and visiting and I was only imagining what they must look like in my mind's eye all naked and up close (I’ll have to admit that) but now they were … I mean literally standing out directly in front of my face, rising and falling with her every breath like two barely legal erotic dancers … and though I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing, I couldn’t get enough of them.

Within seconds I had both of them memorized and I became a total expert on each; from the little brown mole on the inside near the middle of the right one, up to both large raised light mauve areolas with hard pronounced nipples that road up all firm and high on their own perfectly proportioned upswept, overly plumped all natural globes, right down to that much wider circumference at their base nearer her chest … and much, much more than I could have ever imagined them to be.
And I have to say that my mouth started to water just from the sight them.

When Kay finally stood up in front of me, she used her right knee to separate my legs, placed her hand on the small of Dunnie's back and while directing her friend closer toward the two of us I heard Dunbar say: "Peter you can blink now."

"Jesus! Am I dreaming?" I thought under my breath: "Now I have had more than my share of adult fun on this boat, but never in a million years could I have imagined anything even near the erotic level of his!" Crashed into my brain and I couldn’t believe or reason out what it was they had planned for me as that overly noticeable lump in the front of my shorts made it all the more awkward to maintain any resemblance of emotional control.

By then the sun had started its slow decent toward the far edge of the gulf’s horizon and I knew it would soon be dark enough for the security deck lighting to come on and showcase our activities. I remember my strong suggestion that it would be more private for us below by recommending: “I'm sure the salon will feel more comfortable than this muggy night air here on deck Laydies” and adding: “We ll be able to avoid the mosquitoes that tend to come on board at nightfall.”

After hearing about bugs, no further prompting was needed, they both picked up their tops and were giggling their way half naked as they walked toward the hatch. Smiling while shaking my head, I began setting the perimeter on-deck motion and security sensors and I joined them below.

Chapter five
The moment I entered the Salon I saw the lovely curve up Kay’s bare back with Dunbar’s wrists on her shoulders and her fingers under the hair behind her neck … and as Kay turned to the side and tilted her head, their open mouths locked in one erotic profile of the most passionate and sensual kisses I had ever seen.
As the two of them initiated a slow gentle loving caress, my mind refused to believe I was actually witnessing everything in real time. It was like watching a couple of gentile butterflies dancing mid air on a soft summer breeze and the more I admired them, the more everything between them seemed to intensify and as the emotion grew, their soft slow passion seemed to go on and on in the most gentile and tender sensual ballet I could have ever imagined … and my own lust painfully grew until I thought my loins would explode.
I almost felt like an intruder on my own boat witnessing something I shouldn’t see, but with eyes locked in a hypnotic trance I couldn’t abandon; my physical reaction was to immediately join in before there was any change of heart while my mind insisted I take a deep breath, sit back and watch everything they were willing to exploit.
The few past threesomes I had been blesses with always seemed to start out a bit awkward, almost as if the ladies weren’t exactly sure of what to do with one another once they got naked in front of me … and each time it seemed to take a while for them to warm up before really get into to one another. But those two, my hand to God, those two were instantly and quite passionately consumed in it from the very start, full throttle, like some evil soft and slow erotic dance in Heaven was designed in hell; as if it had been choreographed by some mythical erotic underworld authority like some deep dark Love Goddess once existed.
Without invitation I questioned myself as I slowly walked up against them: “will my participation add to their desires, or abruptly end all it by denying me mine?” and as placed my left hand around Dunnie's soft tummy seeking approval to join, I slowly reached down behind her with my right hand and slid all but my thumb and pinky in the little open space her chubby little thighs created where the base of her firm plump voluptuous thighs formed the beautifully full shape of her lovely ass … and their immediate acceptance was explosive.

As instant relief from being an unwanted third party washed away with my sensations of additional lust, Dunbar’s initial response was intently pushing back against my palm and after cupping her fir young cheeks one in each hand, I anxiously untied the tiny bowed string at both sides of her hips … before ever so slowly pulling her bikini bottom out from in between the sweetest depths of one of the most beautiful valleys known to man.

Even before it left my hand I was on my knees with my nose just inches from the deep path leading to her young feminine glory … and my brain instantly programmed my tongue to explore the entire moist glorious depth in the total length of the crack in that super young voluptuous ass.

Oh my God it was young, young and sweet and provocatively sensuous, unlike anything I had experienced since my collage days and as my thumbs went deep in to separate those firm fleshy pillows even more, I watched the moisture created adhesion from the heat of Florida’s sun kind of cause them to stick and peel away one from the other as they willingly began to yield more openness creating better accessing to my face.

I have always found it interesting how the scent of every woman is so very similar but yet uniquely and uncommonly different in every other way. That has always (pleasantly) confused and puzzled me, and Dunbar’s naturally sweet, chalky, floral almost nut like aroma made my testicles ache deep within their very core; and as my open mouth continued its search to experience even more, she raised her hips and swept my face down the very center of that gorgeous offering.

When I felt her bend slightly forward against Kay to better accommodate her, the talents of my mouth attempted to steal her youth. I knew she was thoroughly enjoying my oral prowess, but this time it was from a man … and I can still remember how I couldn't wait to get into Kay and make my own scent and flavor comparison.

“Swift, you’re a dog, an old horn dog” I thought to myself: “A real animalistic old man whore.” But those critical thoughts didn’t stop my intent to taste or to lust for their scent and I knew I needed them both … in every port, every pit, and every wrinkle of every valley ... and in every way.

Within moments we were in my cabin suit and as Kay eased the two of them back so she could sit at the edge of my bunk, it caused Dunbar to bend over even more and when I looked down and saw Dunbar’s little anal rim peeking at me, is when I noted It wasn’t the squinted little, wrinkled forbidding closure that I had anticipated.
I couldn’t believe what I saw, for there it was, all on display, proudly presenting more of a smooth and delicate light pink little ring, than the slammed shut wrinkled orifice of the norm … and it was fucking beautiful!
As it presented itself there just a tiny bit open, it invited me in and in that very instant I knew that I had to have it! I mean why not? It was right there in front me, plump, prime, ripe and ready for the picking … and it’s all new and uncharted existence exciting even more.
When I tenderly worked my dry right thumb up and in, it conformed tight around each knuckle as she started her little squirm from total disbelief. Dear God she was warm and erotically moist and exotically sticky and tight the whole inside.
Within seconds she started to coo and I slowly separated her inner folds pushing my index and middle fingers palm deep in the sweetness of her moist vaginal offering … and as I started gently compress that tender fleshy wall in between the two, I looked up at Kay who gestured in the air with her hand, while silently mouthing the words: "Slap her ass."

Without further thought I attempted to take a half step back only to find the restrictions around my ankles were my shorts and briefs still bunched around my feet’ and I quickly stepped out of my boat shoes and just kicked the whole wadded mess aside.

I started adding more intense rhythmic motion to my fingers and while looking Kay right in the eye, with my whole thumb embedded steady and palm deep up her super tight, plump little bum, I drew my free hand back and smacked Dunbar directly across the meatiest part of her left cheek.

At the exact time the sound of that slap filled my stateroom Dunnie cried out: "Oh! God Yes! Yes ... Yes" and as a bright red welt the size of my big paw rose on her pure white flesh, I immediately felt like a thug.
Out of total disbelief I looked over at Kay who simply shrugged and encouraged barely above a whisper: "See no worries... She loves it!"

But for me that was the end of that, there is just something about slapping a woman and leaving a handprint that I couldn't seem to get past and even though some women I have encountered have proven they deserved a good smack, I stay away from causing any kind of physical harm or pain and the fact that Dunbar seemed to get excited over that made me consider her just a bit too freakish by my standards.

But even at that, she was still smoking hot!
I gently placed my forearm under her smooth plump tummy and gently guided her head down with my other hand to where her face was against Kay's bikini covered mound … and when I looked down at the head of my manhood I noticed it had already bloomed into the color, shape and size of a damson plum in distress,
And I knew it was ready to burst into the space evasion actions that it was made for.

As I tenderly started working the smallest taper at the end of the tip past her tailbone down through her center crack, over and past her tight little rim, it found her vaginal opening tightly shut and I remember it trying to decide which port of entry to indulge first … and I remember stepping back to give it a moment to decide.

“This has to be done lovingly.” I thought as I remembered Kay telling me that Dunnie’s experience with men was limited at best … and I didn’t want the risk ruining everything for the three of us on the first night by over indulging myself, no matter how freaky I thought Dunnie seemed to be.

But as the effects of their little act up on deck and below caused my arousal to remain far out of control, it proved to be difficult decision.
I took a deep breath, looked down on that nice smooth perfectly shaped flawless valley that sloped down exposing the cutest little fleshy seams that faded back in between two plump smooth firm stubble free thighs; exposing the plumpest outer lips that were both wide and kind of flat, naturally framing her entire womanhood in a tight, ripe hot pink fleshy seam that was just begging for acceptance ... and Hell, I couldn’t decide.

But when the light caught that twinkle that sparkled the crystal clear nectar that started peeking out from between her inner lips, the tiniest hint of a clit was reviled … and suddenly “Decision made!”

When I noticed Kay’s hands on her hips unfasten both sides of her bottom she use it as a sling around the back of Dunbar's head to pull her beautiful young face deep in her naked crotch … and I almost lost it right there.

At that point my arousal was too overwhelming, my heart was pounding, my manhood was numb and throbbing and as its massive head burned and my aching balls complained that if they weren’t soon relieved they would surly burst; I was savoring every moment!

That was the first and sadly the last time I had ever been ambushed by two women, sensual and sexy women and though I have had pre-planned threesomes in the past, they were nowhere near the unexpected delight of what was happening right in front of my eyes and the odd combination of those two being together only inches away … was totally fucking mind blowing.

I knew I needed to slow myself down or it would be over for me way too soon and as they continued to pet, play and caress, my emotions seemed escalated into the danger zone.

I knew to prevent early ejaculation I needed a plan, I had to reason, to take my time, because the continuous throbbing aches telegraphing from my prostate through my balls informed me that once they were allowed to let go, any hope for recovery would not be instantaneous … and I wanted, no I needed both ladies to know they had been ultimately satisfied by "The Great Peterswiftt."

Criticize me all you want, call me egotistical, but this is my story and I am here to tell you ... that was exactly how I felt at that time and that's EXACACTLY what I thought.

Thank God! Suddenly I remembered it! In the top drawer of the built in chest behind me: "Could they t still be there?" I thought as I spun around to pull it open and fumble through my socks and underwear and there … in the corner behind a pair of neatly rolled dress socks were my two cock rings: "No the solid metal one this round won’t," I thought: "I have a hard enough time getting it on when I'm flaccid” and in seconds after snapping the fasteners of the heavy leather harness around the base of my raging shaft and then down under and around the two over anxious aching boys … I was locked and loaded for bear.

"Now I'm set!" I thought as I looked down at my standing manhood half hiding my aching balls that were pulled up in place by that harness … and there the three stood, like a Sentinel and his hired assassins readying themselves to take no prisoners.

Steadying my shaft in my right hand I slumped up behind Dunbar and as I gently parted her inner lips with my left thumb, middle and index fingers, I watched that thick crystal clear syrupy nectar kind of ooze and string down several inches from her little tight opening, only to finally drip and cling from her clit like some fine long crystal window decor.
With extreme caution and little effort I managed to catch it on the top of my shaft and after it pooled in the recess directly behind the angry head … in one fluid motion I pushed myself all the way home.
Dunbar was freaky tight and her reaction insane! She instantly went into a trance of pure pleasure and wild mild discomfort that no human could have faked, and again, I re-remembered Kay telling me that she had never really been with a man and that total wanton surrender actually verified Kay’s every word.

The thought of that with the instant visual of those two naked beauties, the collective aroma of their warm flesh and the sounds of their soft approval, mixed with the sweet breath of their heavy breathing causing an ever increasing deadly blow to my already over simulated loins; and as the much needed added confidence gifted me from that store bought cock-ring seemed to fade, my quest to provide intense passionate lovemaking (while taking no prisoners) was finally underway.

In reaction Dunbar arched her back for a scintilla of relief as in an attempt to stand as Kay’s bikini bottom cradling her head tenderly restricting her face from ever leaving its most warm fragrant host; and her pussy muffled non verbal reaction became so intense that I had to stop and mentally regroup!

Then with the aid from a firm cheek of Dunbar’s gorgeous ass in each hand, I was able to achieve full stroke and as my bottoming thrusts literally peaked, her human passion and animal nature took it’s coarse providing even more of that sweet, warm, all natural feminine lube that allowed me to pick up my pace … and I started pounding her from behind like a wild man.

Through each back stroke her inner flesh would cling and pull out a little as if her vaginal wall was begging me never to leave, before exploding into the three quick spasms that produced an uncommon wetness indicating she was on the doorstep of a hellacious orgasm … and I poured the coals to her.

I’m telling you my balls were swinging free in the air, my cock head was bottoming out of shape at the conclusion of each full stroke and as her torso started to shiver, she turned her head to the side and began uncontrollably whimpering against Kay's inner thigh.
When I stopped to swell the head while allowing it all to happen … there could be no doubt that she was passing the threshold and well on her way to her very first man meat induced ecstasy.

As Dunbar reeled in the throes of one hell of a powerful orgasmic conclusion, Kay focused on gently petting and stoking her head, forearms and shoulders while coaxing: “That’s it Dunnie reach for it, take it, and accept it, oh yesss enjoy it, that’s it Dunnie. You’ve earned it … now go for it!” and I froze at the next bottoming lunge only to feel my shaft and scrotum become covered in the warm thick, clingy wetness that ran down the inside of her thighs as she professed to the entire world that there was indeed only one God: "Oh my Lord! ... My Dearest sweet-sweet Lord!" and as I slowly pulled out, she objected in one loud pleading: "Awwww!"

And even after that huge gratifying discharge, there could be no doubt that she wanted even more.

My ego desperately needed to prove to her that no longer being in my twenties didn’t matter, that I wasn’t used up, that my experience far exceeded any youthful endurance. But that was in my mind, for the excitement, the preparation the anticipation and anxiousness for that cruse had worn on me and though a confident man, my age held its own performance concerns and I wanted to keep something in reserve for Kay … and let’s face it, I desperately needed to catch my breath at that time, or pass out.

Panting like a sprinter herself, Dunbar pushed herself up on her hands, looked Kay in the eye and exclaimed: "Dear God Katie ...You were so right ... My God that was way beyond fantastic" and without warning, I took hold of her waists, rolled up on the balls of my feet and worked my throbbing and overly deserving member directly up her partially open, smooth, overly tight little wrinkle free anus … and waited.

Out of shock, surprise, fear, discomfort and true disbelief, in a mild panic her immediate reaction was attempting to stand … as my most reassuring voice softly consoled: “Just relax and enjoy Dunnie, this is all about you,” but I knew the way that I wanted to experience her everything, it was actually all about me … and to this day I don’t know from where I drew that strength to seize her all, but please believe me, I did.

As a similar look of shock and disbelief came over Kay's pretty face, Dunbar's head spun around as if she were possessed … and I slowly sunk my massive tool balls deep up that tight, sticky sweet, virgin ass!

Well, she grunted and she growled with each inward stroke and as she actually struggled to comply the resistance decreased, and I’m here to tell you I gave her everything that I had left.

Within seconds her passionate grunts from the mild discomfort in her bowel manifested into coos from deep somewhere in an extreme pleasure reserve and when she started to go multiple, I stopped full depth and ever so slowly … like the hour hand on an old analog clock, went into my signature super slow-mo Peterswiftt withdrawal.

Finally, Dunbar rolled over and laid the back of her head in Kay's lap and I slipped my arms under her legs, put the backs of her knees over my shoulders, rolled her upon the small of her back and started in re-taking her vaginally; and right before her last analy induced orgasm subsided … I swear to God that quick change was the catalyst that started her to go again.

With my total body weight resting between the palms of my hands and the balls of my feet, I started to drop straight down with every ounce of it only to ever so slowly pull back with each and every withdrawal, pile driving that tight little opening with every inch that she could take … and just when I thought that I couldn't sustain that continuous railing, she started in … and there could be no doubt that that one was going to be off the chain insane.

Before it subsided I rolled off all ringing wet with sweat and totally, and I mean totally exhausted while attempting to think of anything in my power to prevent my own ejaculation: "Peter ... Peter ... Hey Peter." Kay's voice rang in taunting me: "Are you going to make it?"

"Of course" I gasped trying not to let on that I was about to faint from that seemingly endless sprint: "Just let me (deep breath) get my second (deep breath) wind" and I reached down and carefully eased out of that now painfully restricted leather harness.
I could still hear Dunbar’s soft whimpering and her panting like a puppy and I could still feel her body heat between us as both Kay and I shared the glorious sensations of her tender young flesh, her all natural intoxicating scent and that seemingly endless flow of her sweet, sweet young nectar.

When Kay crawled up closer to Dunbar, she reached over her and scooped up my giant balls in her left palm and as she wrapped her right fingers around as much of my wet shaft that they could encircle, the feel of her hand, the close sight of her flawless beauty, the very thought of her touching me caused an unprecedented release of precum like never before.

I couldn't believe it when she bent forward across the small of Dunnie’s back to French kiss the large slit in the end of the throbbing purple head, before remarking: "My God, this is awesome!"

And without even taking her eyes off of it she pumped it twice asking: "Why don't you let me take care of this for you?"

"Kay, not until we have had a taste of you." I breathlessly responded.

"We?" She questioned as she looked down at Dunbar who was now totally out of it and already half asleep.

Then she grinned from ear to ear when I answered: "Yes, we ... me and the one that you hold in the palm of your hand. Just give me a minute ... please." and I rolled over on my side and took them both in my arms.

Even though the early evening cabin air was cool, their flesh was warm and moist in an all natural sweat with a Heavenly nuances so totally inviting I couldn’t determine who was the one who smelled more inviting.

It took a minute, but when Kay gently nestled in between me and Dunbar, I held both of her tiny wrists in my left hand and I raised and stretched her arms straight up above her head and held them there to enhance the already beautiful shape of her breasts; as I traced my right fingertips down the underside of her little arms, through her satiny smooth armpits, over her throat and down around and in between each Heavenly globe.

As I started kissing my way down the bottom of her right upper arm, I stopped to literally huff in the scent of her underarm and that single aroma was freaking magnificent.

I fondled, compressed and lightly tweaked each breast and softly pulled her nipples until her breathing grew deep and fast and I got up on my hands and knees and licked between her breasts down the center groove of her flat chiseled tummy and after French kissing her navel, I finally let my nose come to rest deep in that glorious "V" of her crotch: "I am going to make this to last." Finally I was able to inform her: “I have wanted you for a very long time” as she pleasurably moaned her personal response of agreement.

That warm pleasing aroma of her skin was naturally sweet, no lotions, colognes or perfumes, just wonderful natural sun warmed flesh with the faintest tiny coconut hint of sunscreen and I carefully placed the bottom of each of her cute little feet on the tops of my shoulders at either side of my head and crawled in forward while gently bending her legs while kissing her inner thighs.

When I nuzzled and kissed the top of her smooth bald pubis. she spread her knees as wide apart as I think they would go.

Her pale complexion was a flawless, milky white in a beautiful mild contrast to Dunnie's sensuous olive tone and her nipples and inner lips were in a complimenting hot pink and I was compelled to sniff, taste and experience her in every fold and natural crease and I mean everywhere.

As both of my hands reached forward for her breasts, her little bottom rolled back and as the tip of my tongue found her tiny anus, I mercilessly rimmed it in an attempt to force in as much of my fat tongue that her closed little wrinkled port would allow.

I gently took a breast in each hand, repositioned my mouth and as I looked up to monitor her every facial expression, my top lip caught the firm point of her protruding clit and when I sucked it in between my lips and worked the bottom of it up toward her tummy with the top of my tongue, she bit her lower lip and started to pant and softly moan … and I went on like that for several minutes enjoying her moisture that coated my nose.

She was remarkable, unbelievable, her feel and aroma magical, even the creases of her legs where they met and formed her smooth outer lips smelled extraordinarily arousing and I forced myself to take it all in, to breathe her deep into my lungs while trying desperately to leave nothing behind.

AND MY HAND TO God, she/it, and everything on and about her was truly magical.

When I reached the point where I could wait no longer, my tongue located and parted her inner lips and it instinctively pushed itself deep between them, a deep breath filled my lungs through my nose to enhance and intensify her inner flavors and you can believe me when I tell you that I wasn't disappointed in any of it.

It was thick, heavy, chalky, creamy, buttery sweet and savory. She had it all … this lovely woman tasted far better than anyone, anywhere could ever imagine and she was willingly allowing me, Peterswiftt, to experience her all.

I brought my hands down to the top of her thighs and as I eased myself up on my knees, the bottoms of her little feet slipped forward and with just the backs her heels on the tops of my shoulders, while parting her inner vaginal lips with only my left thumb, I ever so slowly started to enter her.

That contact between us was an electrifying magic as the large head of my cock was totally engulfed in her magnificence and after that stretched up over the largest radios of its sphere, I actually felt the surface of her hot flesh rebound back down behind it and the taught band of her opening come to rest in the deep grove behind my angry purple gland.

When I stopped she interlaced her fingers at the back of my neck and literally pulled me into her.

With a long slow sweeping forward arch of my lower back, I was as far in as her depth would allow and I waited to feel her inner flesh retract and conform to every grove, cleft, bulge and vein on my shaft … and you can believe me when I tell you, she did not disappoint.

It was soft and feminine and smooth and warm and moist and it was begging me to make love to her … and though my back was tight and my shoulders were stiff from the extreme pounding I had just given her friend, I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and started claiming her inch by inch in long, fluid, tender, continuous pelvic induced strokes.

Somewhere between the fifth and sixth pump she started to react, push back and sort of gyrate in a counter motion to mine. She was talented; she was working me, sharing in the selfless act of fulfilling her own desires while so willingly attending to mine.

That was not only brutal on me, but it was all I could do to hold off my own pleasures to ejaculate from wanting desperately to fulfill and thoroughly satisfy her prior to launching my one and only monstrous edge.

I had to be in control, I wanted to see her cum, I wanted to feel he explode and I needed to witness her orgasm. I wanted to pleasure her. I longer to please her in so many ways before my own release would end it … and I had to actually think of her parents to keep that spoiler away … and though she attempted to win that battle with all of her character by using every kegel muscle in her arsenal … my sheer size, shape and sexual prowess worked her beyond any standoff she could perceive … and finally she started, and I am here to tell you, she came hard.

Her fingers left my neck, her arms went between us and down around the backs of her thighs and with her legs around my waist; her fingernails dug into the moist flesh on the small of my back … and finally she growled out in the voice of a woman demon possessed: "FUUUUCK! ... ME’E’E’E! ... My God Man! FU UH UH UH UCK MEEEEE!"

And as that one singular orgasm raged through her picturesque body, I watched it from the comfort of my hands and knees, paint her entire form in a bright hot pink glow that blushed from the top of her forehead down over the tip of her toes … and as that all unfolded right in front of my eyes, I was surprised to see this prim and proper lady (who only moments ago was involved with another female in the softest most gentle little love ritual imaginable) transform into such a violent, erotic sexual animalistic being..

Now I strive for the afterglow, I’ll admit that and yes I do it for their praise, but there was something in the intensity of this one that I will never forget. It wasn’t just the deep contrast color combination of that hot pink against her saintly pale white flesh that truly moved me, or the way that it rapidly washed over her trembling body, but hell, I had never seen one travel all the way from forehead to foot like that before, ever … and I was proud that all of that happened for her while she was with me.

With each and every backstroke I pulled out all but half a head and on each inward thrust I mashed my deserving cock head out of shape against the inside bottom of her vaginal floor and I continued to increase my speed until I peaked before flat lining.

Finally, totally spent for what I hoped would be the final time, while reaching inward for every ounce of remaining strength, I continued to pump her through it all … until finally, she finished to just lay there all ringing wet in a newly refreshed fragrant thick oily sweat and with me totally breathless, she still smelled like a warm moist breezes from Heaven itself.

With my heart beat rattling my lungs, the deep burn in my chest warning me that I had taken my body way too far, with my open mouth fighting for every breath of air … I pulled out only to hear her overly tight magical opening queef it’s babbling victory in a loud long sputtering wet tribute to my job well done.

Finally, I was able to stand up and though it was on shaky pins, I kind of jostled and pulled and positioned poor sleepy Dunnie onto her back and into a position where I could slowly, softly and methodically tease her womanhood back to life. In a mild form of protest she opened her mouth and I heard in a gasp a harsh whisper: “You have got to be kidding” and I re-entered her.

At or about the forth determined (overly exhausted) stroke, I could feel my balls instantly release and as my now tired and overworked member started to spasm out its own reward: “I know your are tired now,” (deep breath) I grunted to console her (another deep breath) and I selfishly heard myself breathlessly expell: “Why waste any of this time together sleeping?” and as I concluded … sadly enough (or me, it was over.

Though I was totally satisfied, I, to this day still remember how the very sight of them together made me whish that I was young enough to have the spunk to go at them again, but time had taken its toll. So I quietly and carefully covered them with a light blanket, turned off the cabin lights, grabbed my light silk robe and as I walked to the front wheelhouse to bask in the memory of that final visual, I remembered how Kay had told me that Dunnie would let us do anything we wanted to her … and I just smiled and shook my head in approval.

Final Chapter
I seldom pilot my boat from her wheel house; in fact I am not sure that I ever had. I guess I prefer to be up at her on deck wheel for our travels together, but I do dearly love the warm dark true wood paneled front room at night. It smells of lemon oils and basswood, cypress and mahogany and it boasts a giant wooden old world ships wheel and with toggles and blinking lights studded all around; the very sight of the NURAY navigational equipment, her back lit NOAA weather and communication systems up to the large night sensitive radar scopes is enough to give any man a full boner … and then staged directly behind it all are her sonar and security monitors and with her large three piece windshield just beyond, she’s enough to take your breath away.

I have always found it warm and very comforting to just relax with her there, It’s “our” quiet time together that I need and the only part of my complex life that I’m not willing to share.

I love to sink into her large chrome and leather swivel Captain's chair and put my feet up on its padded foot rail to look out over her bow while sipping my brandy and dreaming of open sea voyages perhaps to Sicily, Geneva or other Italian ports of call where my Grandparents hailed from. But for us now, those were only my pipe dreams for the two of us focus on, fore throughout her many year restoration (and I would never share this with her) I knew we were both too well traveled and had grown far too old together to ever attempt to embark on such a voyage.

So those exotic travels remain only dreams hidden deep within my fondest desires.

I reached in the cabinet and took out the oversized crystal snifter that once belonged to my father and I poured myself a large brandy and laid my head back to just relax in that cool leather while listening to the sound of my boat softly creak and grown her cradling loving approval of me; and within seconds I heard Dunbar's soft little voice interrupt with a whisper: "Peter can I talk with you?"

A bit surprised at how quickly she recovered, I slowly spun the chair to face where she stood unashamed, totally nude and directly in front of my eyes: "Kay is sleeping." She addressed in a real low tone (I guess to ease any concerns I might have if Kay were to find the two of us alone together) and she took a few steps toward me and stopped.

When I nodded she came the rest of the way up to me, opened my robe and crawled up in my bare lap and while pulling it back around the two of us, she snuggled herself in as if to cuddle.

Her plump little soft, smooth warm nudity felt so good up against mine that I sat my glass down so I could place my left arm around her cute little tummy just under her firm young breasts as my right hand slid inside my robe to enjoy the feel of her inner thigh … and then finally ever so slowly up to experience and savor her smooth taught little mound.

"Well why aren't you asleep Dunnie? Sleeping on the water while on this boat always produces the most pleasant dreams." I tried to explain.

She didn’t answer, but instead laid her head back against my bare chest and shoulder and with a sigh and a soft almost gratifying: "Hummmm" she pushed her pelvis a little forward into my hand before softly whispering: "Why aren't you?

You know I guess normally I would be annoyed with her trying to be cute with me like that, because it was my quiet time and I never seem to steal enough of it. But there was something about the sincerity in her tone and grace in her actions that really touched me, so I answered her honestly, even though it was none of her business: "Dunnie, I knew and loved Kay's folks in a way that after being with her like this just now, well to be honest, it kind of made me think about her Mother and that's about all I'm going to say about that Kid; that’s my troubling story and some of the demons I’m dealing with … so please tell me … what at your young age could possibly be troubling you?"

She picked up my snifter, took a big pull on my brandy, swallowed hard with a loud gulp and before the burning sensation stopped she openly replied: "I am in love with Kay and she is really fond of you."

And I instantly thought to myself: "here it comes ... The back the fuck off speech from a jealous Bull Dike" … and Lord let me tell you, I was truly ready for that.

However, to my surprise she added: "Before you ask me anything about what she had to say about you, let me just say that I see it in her eyes. Peter, Kay is falling for you, and I don't even know why I’m telling you all of this so I'm just going to come out and ask; if things work out between the two of you, would you please consider including me? … I can give her what you are unable to give and you can give her what I'm unable to and I will give you whatever you want …That’s a promise and if you agree, it's a win for all of us."

Well damn, not quite expecting that in my fondest dreams, my imagination ran wild, the possibilities seemed endless and I felt myself start to get firm against the bottom of her smooth bare thigh.

Well I thought for a moment and then I asked: "Would you consider furthering your experiences with men?"

When she didn’t immediately answer I gently slid her off my lap, scooted forward on the silk robe between me and the leather seat cushion and she inquisitively turned to face me.

I looked her in the eye and spread my thighs as far as the armrests would allow.

With a hopeful but inquisitive expression on her pretty little face she answered with a low but determined: "Yes."

When she looked down on my large semi flaccid shaft and ball sack still all stuck to the inside top portion of my upper thigh from drying secretions of our earlier lust … I insisted: "Place your knees on the padded rail and without using your hands I want you to take me in your mouth and suck it all the way down your throat until your tongue is able to lick the bottom of my sack … If you can do that convincing enough to make me believe you are enjoying Manna from Heaven itself while making me cum again; if you are willing and able to do all of that in one go, my answer to you will be a resounding yes and you will always be included."

I casually took my glass from her hand, I closed my eyes and as I took a sip I heard her bare knees squeak on the fine imported hand tooled Italian leather padded foot rail, I felt her cool palms on top of my thighs and as her wet mouth sucked me deep in the warmth of her throat, my free hand was magically on the back of her head and as I raised my hips I thought to myself: “Sometimes Swiftt Old Boy, life is good.”

KAY JAMES AND DUNBAR – Peterswiftt