Ch. 71: Pirates Own Their Wench

Chapter 71: Pirates Own Their Wench

At sunrise the next morning, I was woken by someone calling my name. “Oh, Sailor, Oh, Sailor. You aboard?” I struggled to my feet responding “Yup, hold on a second.” I climbed up the companionway to see just who had interrupted my date with the sandman.

It was Christie, in a kayak, at the stern of my boat. “Permission to come aboard?” Now, why on God’s green earth would I refuse? “Of course. Let me assist.” Before I could even get to the cockpit, she was standing in it, beautiful as ever. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if this was just a dream or if I had died and gone to heaven.

“Welcome, Christie. Come below while I make some coffee.” We climbed below and she sat on the bed as I prepared a pot of my morning nectar. “What brings you here so early?”

“I’m just hungry for some breakfast” she said with a look that gave me her real meaning. She was sitting upright on the bed, her back against the wall, her legs flat on the bed. Her very short sundress wasn’t enough to hide much as she seductively spread her legs to reveal her clean-shaven pussy.

“My goodness” I exclaimed. You certainly don’t waste any time, do you?” “As I told you last night, I’ve only had Steve and Clive’s cocks to keep me entertained since we left Miami. It’s been a few weeks and I’m in need of an infusion, if you catch my drift. They’re both on the small side and neither of them is clued in to my needs. They just want me to bend over for a quickie or get a quickie blowjob. I don’t think either of them has touched my clit in ages. I sensed something in your vibe that excited me.”

“Hmmm … I see … very interesting. I’ll be happy to try to help but I don’t want to jeopardize anything you’ve got going. I don’t need any jealous boyfriends coming after me. But first, I need my coffee.”

I poured two mugs, half coffee, half Kahlua.