Ch. 36: Rachael Helps With Stuff

Chapter 36:

Rachael Helps With Stuff

I woke up to a gentle rain pitter-pattering on the deck of my boat. I crawled out of my bed and stumbled around getting a pot of coffee brewing. Once it was set, I checked the weather app on my phone to assess this rain. The radar showed that the cold front responsible for causing this rain would pass through and be gone by noon.

Rain is a double-edged sword when at anchor. It rinses the salt off the deck and hardware, but it traps you down below unless you’re a masochist who likes to dress in obnoxious, cumbersome foul weather gear to venture out in the dinghy. I decided to hunker down and sort out my current situation.

By now the coffee was ready so I poured a mug and sat at the nav station to ponder. I knew that I’d have to move on soon. This place, with all its benefits, was clearly going to be busted wide open. Much as I was enjoying the liberal, totally open attitudes towards sex, the thought of spending my twilight years in prison was haunting me.

I had to throw a dart at the dartboard to determine just where I’d go. This decision is not one made lightly. Many factors play into the choice: the time of year (think hurricane season), the prevailing weather patterns, the water quality and depth, the availability of supplies and communication. A glib answer I give to people who ask “Where do you go on your boat?” is: “Anywhere there’s 5 feet of water depth.” Yet, in reality, the decision of where to go next can be a bit more complicated.

I was getting stressed about having to leave this paradise coupled with the where to go quandary. So, I punted. I grabbed my porn-exclusive tablet and fired up my bookmarked porn vids. My “go to” vids are the few that have women with no gag reflex, who let their partner fuck their mouth like a pussy. As I watched these angels let big cocks stroke, balls deep, down their throats, I quickly felt my own cum swelling up in my junk. A few more strokes and voila! There it was. My cum juice squirted out and onto my abdomen and I felt that instant gratification.

Now relaxed again, I sipped my coffee and turned my attention back to the issue of my next destination. As I took stock of my situation, I realized that no matter where I was headed, I needed to restock my provisions, especially my booze locker. This, of course, meant going ashore. I checked the weather app again and saw that the rain front was nearly passed. That gave me time to gather myself together to dink into shore when the rain stopped.

As I tied off to the dinghy dock, Randy was standing there waiting to lend a hand. “Howdy, Sailor! Now that the rain has moved on, what brings you to shore? You looking for some more of my nine-inch cock?” “Hey, Randy. Sorry, but I have other things on my mind today. Maybe later on the big cock offer, but thanks. Tell me, Randy. I haven’t seen much of your lovely village except the only bar and grill and Timmy’s liquor store. Where can I get some groceries nearby?” “Oh, there’s a small grocery just around the corner from the movie theatre. But if you want a full-sized grocery store, you’ll have to go to the next town over, about 5 miles away.”

I wandered into town to check out the “mom & pop” grocery. Sure enough, around the corner from the movie theatre was a small grocery store.