Which Hole First?

37. Which Hole First?

I was in a mega-yacht marina in Miami trying to find my stowaway a new home. Sweet young Vista, an amazingly beautiful and tiny nymph, had hidden on my Love Boat during a stop in the Florida Keys. Much as I found her an ideal sex partner, my lifestyle simply did not admit the possibility of having a permanent roommate.

We had been successful in garnering invitations to a couple yachts. Vista was the perfect bait. Exceedingly beautiful with the most expressive eyes in the universe. Both yacht owners were hot for Vista and, fortunately for me, the second one had been successful. Vista had fallen for him and he had asked her to join him. Eureka! She had to give him her answer this morning.

When we woke up, Vista rolled toward me. Her hand fumbled at my crotch, finding my morning wood. “Oh, good. My pussy’s itching after last night’s fuck-a-thon. I need this hard rod to scratch those itches.” She climbed on top, leaning down against my chest. She kissed me gently and reached between her legs to help him find her cornucopia of pleasure.

Her up and down pumping carried on at a snails pace. I didn’t complain because the warmth and the wetness inside her vice-like cunt felt incredibly good. I was content to let her bounce up and down on me all day long. But my hard dick had a different idea. As she slowly stroked her cunt up and down on my cock, I felt the tingle and then the rush of my cum shooting into her pussy.

Next came coffee and some breakfast. She was glued to her phone as I cooked. I presumed that she was texting her friends, seeking advice or boasting about the incredible wealth she had been invited to join. When I served our food, we ate in silence. I didn’t want to press her for her intentions. And she, apparently, wasn’t ready to share her decision with me yet.

After breakfast, she disappeared into her stateroom and closed the door. A half hour later she emerged. She had transformed herself from a lovely young thing into an absolute goddess. She looked stunning in very revealing clothes, makeup (again), and a fresh, clean aura about her.

“Wow, Vista! You sure do clean up good. You look good enough to eat! If you pull those mini-shorts down, I’ll eat your pussy right here and now!”

She blushed, uncharacteristically. She looked at the floor as she said in a quiet whisper “I’d love to Sailor, but I’m due to visit Bill on Stardust in 5 minutes.” She darted over to me and threw her arms around my neck. She buried her face in my chest and broke into tears.

It only lasted a minute. She broke away and grabbed a tissue, dabbing at her eyes. “I hope I haven’t ruined my eye makeup.