Sunset Dreamer

[Dreamweaver32]

OOC This will be closed until all existing parts are posted. DW

One: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

What the hell was I thinking about, getting involved with this lovely young lady? I decided a long time ago to just drop out, forget the hassles of real life, the working at your own business, just to get screwed by the taxman, VAT man and every local government who wanted a slice of your hard, earned cash! It was hard enough to be in business for yourself, without having to pay a huge chunk of your profit to the faceless grey masses! So, here I am, fifty three and classed as ‘middle aged’ You have to laugh at that I guess, I mean, how many a hundred and six year olds does anyone know? Strangely enough though, I have never felt myself getting old, inwardly I feel the same as I did when I first joined the Navy, back in ’66. Unfortunately, my wife, of thirty-three years, did think that I should be acting my age and doing all the things that ‘middle aged’ people do! So eventually, we parted; her, to the Golf Club Committees and me to the Bahamas. I know where I am happier and I know she is too. So, it was the answer, we still keep in touch and she will bring the grandkids out to visit every year, so everyone is happy.

They had just left and I was drowning my sorrows in a few pints of the local brew that passed as beer, not like real ale at home, but, passable and rapidly having the desired effect. Whenever they left, I felt empty, like part of me went with them, but I also knew that I could never fit back into that lifestyle ever again, ever! Here; I am a free spirit, well, except when my boat is on charter, which is how I make my living after all said and done. My peace was about to be shattered forever, when I heard a voice asking:

“Excuse me, but are you Captain Trevithick?” I looked up and there was a vision of loveliness, the like of which I only saw in magazines and; yes, those magazines too! A man living alone has to have some fantasies and it would appear that mine were all combined in this gorgeous lady who was hell bent on spoiling my intent to get pissed out of my brains.

“Yes, I am He young lady and what can I do for you?”

 

[Sienna]

Two: Sienna – Allyson Reed.

The chartered seaplane landed in Freeport harbour from Miami that Sunday afternoon. It delivered our troupe of models and photographers to the Bahamas for the second round of photo shoots in the assignment that was to take us to all the exotic locations around the Gulf. And it was my job to assist in arrangements in finding the set locations that will be used in putting together the famous Adam Clarke collection.

It was my first ever job away from home and after spending seven days in Florida Bay and Key West, I was getting used to the things I had to do. This job was important to me, an essential stepping-stone in becoming an organiser in the fashion industry. At least up to now I got to meet famous models and photographers, but other than that it was quite easy working as a member of Clarke’s staff. That was until we reached the Bahamas of course.

Adam, as good a photographer that he is and famous with it too, he can be a very moody guy. Everything must be perfect. “I need a yacht or something!” he cried out, pouncing around like a lion in his hotel room. Veronica and I just stood and watched him rage. “You two have to find me some kind of yacht…and fast!”

“Ok, we will.” Veronica told him. “Allyson will get on the case right away…won’t you dear?”

“Of course, right away.”

Without further to do I dashed from Adam’s hotel room and across to mine, which I had to share with two of the models. They were just lounging and discussing the view from the veranda as I searched in panic for the guidebooks and local information in my suitcase.
“What you doin’ girl?” Sonya asked, in her familiar black American accent. “You look as if the place is on fire.”

“Adam needs a yacht.” I replied. “Like…yesterday.”

“Well he no need to get yo waters boilin’ babe. You should be relaxin’ with us right now.”

“What Adam wants…Adam must get. I don’t even know where to start. I just wish I knew where to go.”

“Well…I know this place. And I know this man here called…” she thought for a while. “Something like…Trevordick. When I was here last year with my honey, we hired his boat. He was one of your kind babe.”

“Trevordick? My Kind?” I asked.

“Yeah, like a real English person. And that his name too. Trevordick, or something like that.”

Sonya gave me instructions of how to find this Trevordick man and I took notes in shorthand on my notepad. Without wasting anymore time I left the hotel and went in search of a yacht, or something that would atleast resemble a leisure boat of some kind.

The taxicab dropped me at a nice dreamy village called “Arianados Reach.” There I asked a few locals if they knew a man by the name that Sonya had given me, and he seemed to quite well known as they all pointed towards a bungalow type beach house in the makeshift harbour. A local man, old but very knowledgeable informed me that Trevordick was actually pronounced, Trevithick, and that he was a captain. Hopefully, I thought to myself, the search was soon over.

I found him sitting on an old wicker chair, looking out towards the sunset and drinking from a schooner half filled with beer. He was oblivious to me standing nearby as if daydreaming, the orange light of the sun invoking memories or thoughts in his head as he stared out to sea. I interrupted him and he turned quickly.

The thing that struck me first was his ruggedness, his pale eyes, hard to determine their colour from where I was stood, but he had a distinctive English accent, perhaps a Cornishman I thought. I had heard that accent before whilst on holidays as a child. The look on his face and the tone of his voice told me that he seemed troubled, or atleast disturbed by my presence.

“I’m so sorry for troubling you, but I am looking for a yacht, or something?” I asked. He stood up and slowly walked towards me and I stepped back cautiously.

“Now young lady, what would you be wanting a yacht or something for, if I may ask?” he said.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 3

Three: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

As I stood up and approached her she immediately took a pace backwards, ‘God, do I look that frightening?’ I thought to myself? I stopped and eyed her up and down; she really was a very attractive young lady, well dressed in her fashionable short skirt with everything to match, but not flashy like some of the young ones nowadays. As she was wearing a loose top, I couldn’t tell much about her top half, but from the rest of her trim shape, I bet they were just right too, well, for me anyway, as I’ve never been one for huge melon sized breasts. Her face was as pretty as the proverbial picture and very neatly framed by well cut blond hair, her blue eyes were so clear and deep, and a guy could drown in them. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as I inspected this beauty, but quickly dismissed it as an old mans’ fantasy, as she replied to my question,

“My name is Allyson Reed and I am here with the world famous Adam Clarke for the shooting of his next collection! We need something to transport us between locations and possibly even use in the shoot. I understand that you have something which might be suitable and if your rates are reasonable, I would like to charter the services of you and your… whatever it is you have?”

“What I have, my dear” I replied, slipping back into my native Cornish accent, “is the smartest, fastest boat in the entire Caribbean and the envy of every charter company around. She does not come cheap, ladies of class don’t!” I laughed. This brought a smile to her face, which lit up the whole neighbourhood.

“The money will not be a problem Captain Trevithick, I can assure you on that score, Adam does not mind paying the going rate as long as he gets good value for his money.”

“Then it is my turn to assure you Allyson that he and you, will get nothing but the best from me and Sweet Dreams. Would you like to see her, before you make up your mind?” I said. She agreed to take the tour and as we walked the short distance to the jetty she outlined what would be happening over the next couple of weeks. It actually sounded like fun, having all these beautiful ladies around, a huge change from the fishing outings I normally get hiring my services. As we got closer to ‘Sweet Dreams’ I could see that Allyson was looking quite impressed, as well she should be. I keep my boat immaculate and had recently painted her from top to bottom. She was gleaming; the white hull was glowing pinkish now as the sun was gradually sinking below the horizon. I pressed a button on my remote control and the lights came on which showed the boat at its best. I crossed the gangway and held my hand out to help Allyson across,

“Thank you Captain, how very noble of you,” she said smiling,

“My pleasure young lady, it isn’t every day I get the chance to show a beauty, like yourself around my boat.” I grinned in reply. After walking around the upper deck and pointing out the comfortable recliners I keep for the less active of my passengers. I led her to the steep stairway leading to the accommodation. I went down first and again extended my hand to help her down. As she stepped over the hatchway, I caught a glimpse of her shapely legs and thighs and as expected she was wearing a thong. Gingerly she made her way down the steep steps and just as she got to the last tread, she tripped and fell heavily against me. I caught her and held her tightly against me,

“Careful Allyson, we don’t want you to break anything, it would be a shame to have to make this trip without you” I am sure she could feel my semi erect penis pressing into her hip as I could see a faint blush on her cheeks…………………………

 

[Sienna]

Four: Sienna – Allyson.

I found Captain Trevithick quite charming; despite the first appearances I received. I was always suspicious of middle-aged men, but as he shown me around the boat I warmed to him and found him to be handsome and very fit, unlike some men of his age group that I had come across.

The boat was excellent. It was just the kind of thing that Adam was looking for and probably the best there was in the locality at such short notice.

Going down the steps into the accommodation, I slipped and the captain caught me in his arms. I was a little embarrassed, but glad that he was there. “Careful Allyson, we don’t want you to break anything, it would be a shame to have to make this trip without you,” he said smiling. I could feel his closeness, a little intimidating but it also felt quite reassuring.

“Thank you.” I replied, noticing that my heel had split. “Damn! I have to be more careful. That is the second heel I’ve split in the space of one week.”

“Ah! My fault. I should have warned you about your shoes. Not very good for getting about these vessels I’m afraid. But, still I’ll take a look at it for you and see if I can fix it later.”

I thanked him again and removed my shoes, to do the rest of the tour barefoot. And the offer he made to see if he could repair it was something that would probably stop me getting into trouble again with Veronica, for being reckless. “It was a rush to take a look at this boat and I didn’t have time to change into something more suitable.” I explained.

“Well, what do you think of it so far?”

“Its really nice. Yes, I think Adam will be quite happy with it.” I looked around the spacious accommodation area and it was very classy. A bar and even a wide screen TV with stereo equipment, which I never thought, would be there. “What about the cost?”

“I’ll jot something down for you. I am reasonable and probably the best around here for both price and service. She is one of my fleet of three boats and the one that I take care of the most. Knowing what it will be used for, then there should be no problem on that score, I’m sure.”

I continued looking around and found that there was enough sleeping space atleast for those who will be on the trip. But there was also something else that surprised me as I peered into a separate cabin. It was like a tiny bridal suite, complete with double bed and all the lace trimmings.

“Ah yes…” he began to explain, “that is one of the things they use this vessel for. I get a lot of couples, especially newly weds or just couples wanting a bit of a romantic trip around the bays.”

“It looks quite cosy. Mind if I try it?” I did not wait for him to reply and just flung myself onto the bed to test how comfortable and springy it really looked. “Mmmm…very nice.” He stood and watched me, as I lay there spread across the vastness of the bed. “Do you ever use it yourself?”

“I have on occasions. But I have been alone.”

“Do you live by yourself, Captain?” I asked.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 5

Five: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick

Seeing Allyson lying there on the specially imported double bed, totally unaware that she was showing off her shapely legs and thong to me, or was she so unaware I wondered? Brought back some rather pleasant memories of an encounter I had with the wife of one of my previous fishing parties.

He was the organiser, the Boss, the know it all, done it all, got the ‘T’ shirt kind of guy who we all love to hate! He got my hackles rising the first time I met him,

“OK Matey lets get this tub on the road!” He roared with laughter and threw his case in my direction. If his wife hadn’t been with him, I would have given him a piece of my mind. She was a very attractive lady, probably in her late forties, but very well preserved. She had that almost permanent embarrassed look of women who are associated with that type of men. That besides, she was a beauty, far too good for this loud mouth slob, because as is usual, he was overweight and vastly under exercised! Eric de Boeur was a heart attack waiting to happen, the stress of making millions of rand from the labours of his mainly black South African workforce and their continuous threat of uprising, not to mention his over indulgence in food and alcohol was obviously taking its toll. I smiled over at his wife and said,
“One of the crew will tend to all your needs de Boeur, I am the Captain and owner of the Sweet Dreams and as such am here to ensure that you have a good time, but not, I am afraid to run around after you as a slave. Is that understood? Or, you can leave my boat immediately? It is entirely up to you Sir!” Not used to being replied to in this manner, he tried to make light of it and said to excuse him, but he was so excited about this fishing trip and he had had a few drinks on the way here and was slightly exuberant.

“Ok, Charlie here will show you to your quarters, ask him anything and he will do his best to accommodate, tell him; and he will probably tell you, where to get off!” I chuckled at the look of confusion, which crossed de Boeur’s fat face. Charlie was an old mate of mine from the Navy days, a native of Hong Kong; he was employed by the M.O.D. as a chef, not uncommon in the 60’s and 70’s. His family were still in Hong Kong and the money he earned, he sent home religiously every month. I ensured that I kept back enough to send him home for a month every year and judging by the size of his family that was enough for his long suffering wife, who now had ten children to him from his infrequent trips home. He was also a 4th Dan black belt in karate and a very dangerous man when riled.

The de Boeurs followed Charlie to the very suite that Allyson was in now and began to settle in, not before Erik asked Charlie for a bottle of bourbon and a bucket of ice. The other member of my crew, Winston, a native of the Bahamas and a damn good sailor; and so I, set about leaving the jetty. I was thinking to myself, it is amazing the arseholes you put up with for $5,000.00 a day plus diesel. I always felt a feeling of freedom as I passed the breakwater leaving the harbour and we hit the open sea, flat calm today and friendly, but, in the blink of an eye, it could turn to your worst enemy and obliterate the unwary seaman. The ocean, like a woman, likes to let you know who is in charge! But treat her right, with respect her and she will treat you right too. After about an hour and as I was enjoying the peace and calm there was an horrendous crash from below and Charlie came running up to me and suggested I get down to the de Boeurs cabin as quickly as I could. Relinquishing control of Sweet Dreams to him, I hurried on down to their cabin to find Eric de Boeur crashed out on the deck and Felicia, his long-suffering wife, crying on the bed. She must have been in the shower when he collapsed paralytic in a crumpled heap on the deck, as she was only wearing a flimsy silk bathrobe. She then proceeded to tell me that he was always like this and how embarrassed and disgusted she was by his behaviour and that she still had needs and desires.

I caught her drift and sat on the bed beside her, the outline of her hardening nipples quite clear to see so I opened my arms and she came and hugged me desperately. Our lips met and tongues darted inside each other’s mouths, tasting and sucking frantically. My hand found its way inside her robe and I gently stroked her breasts and very nice they were too, not too large, but capped with a delightful pair of large hot nipples. I rolled them between my thumb and fingers, which brought a moan of pleasure to Felicia’s lips. As her robe fell open I noticed that she kept herself shaved, a particular favourite of mine and I let my hand cup her smooth mons. My finger extended down between her damp slit and parted her puffy lips to find her clit already hard and protruding. This brought on a higher level of moaning and I looked across at her drunken spouse, no worries there, he was out for the count. Her skilful hands soon had my belt undone and she reached in to free my stiff manhood from my shorts.

At this stage I got up and stripped completely, watching as she threw of her robe and started playing with her open pussy. I lay down beside her, head to toe and kissed her inner thighs, slowly reaching her soaking wet pussy. She was no stranger to oral sex and soon had my penis deep in her mouth and even into her throat; damn she knew what she was doing and I sucked her pussy harder, drawing out more of her sweet nectar. I slowly pulled out of her grasping mouth and knelt between her legs, spreading them wide, I lay my cock along her slit, gently running it back and fore. She was bucking around trying to impale herself on it, so I let myself slowly enter her lava hot depths. She was tight and hot and I could feel her inner muscles milking me, her legs locked around my back and she pulled me in even deeper. For such a petite woman she was as strong as an ox, probably in the gym three or four times a week to keep herself in such good shape. As our thrusting grew more frantic, so did the noise she was making, so I kissed her to try and stop her, not wanting to waken hubby just yet. We both achieved our climaxes within seconds of each other and released floods of cum, running down her ass and into the bedclothes. I rolled off and held her closely and then she surprised me yet again and went down and sucked our combined juices off my prick and balls.

That was the first of many such encounters with Mrs de Boeur and seeing Allyson stretched out on the very same bed brought a tingle to my loins which I knew was far too soon to even contemplate, even if she were to be attracted to an older man.

“Sorry about that my dear, was a bit distracted for a moment. In answer to your question, on the boat, there are two crewmembers, Charlie and Winston; you will meet them all in good time. They are enjoying a spot of shore leave just now and no doubt terrorising all the local pubs and clubs. They enjoy life to the fullest, but when at work, you couldn’t find two more industrious workers to serve as crew. But when I am onshore, yes, I live alone, with just the occasional housemaid to keep me company!” I laughed.

“What about you Allyson, what is your status, married, single or looking, if you don’t mind me asking?”

 

[Sienna]

Six: Sienna – Allyson.

I noticed the Captain was thinking deep and long as I lay there on that luxurious bed. His eyes seemed to wander, looking out through the porthole window as he explained the crew that worked with him. Then he turned to me as I leaned up on my elbows, sat beside me and asked; “What about you Allyson, what is your status, married, single or looking, if you don’t mind me asking?” I smiled at him and thought about my answer. I was certainly not married yet, nor was I really looking for a husband, but any man who came through my life was certainly welcome to share some fun with me.

“Let me just say that I am single.” I told him. His eyes drifted over my body and down to my legs as if checking me out. “What is it?”

“Did anyone ever tell you young lady that you are quite astounding?” I started to laugh which made him feel uncomfortable. I was used to men chatting me up in all kinds of ways but that had to be the most original that I had ever heard.

“I’m not that astounding. Besides, you don’t know me yet. And, yes I will take your boat and the services you offer. We need it first thing in the morning, say eight-thirty?”

“That is no problem. It’s all yours.” He took hold of my arm as I tried to get off the bed. “Hold on. You will be part of the trip I take it?” I looked at him and smiled, wondering if he had some other plans for me besides business there and then. “You being part of the trip would kind of brighten things up for me.”

“Well, you haven’t seen those gorgeous models yet have you.” I took his hand and gently released my arm. As I continued to look around I noticed a small-framed painting on the cabin wall. It was beautiful. A woman reclining wrapped in silks with one breast exposed. It attracted my attention and I found it so hard to take my eyes off it. It was painted so delicately in oils with such fine detail.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes. Is it an original?”

“Of course. That is one of mine. And the lady is my wife…well, was my wife some twenty five years ago.”

“Is she dead?”

“No. We are separated. I paint quite a lot when I’m not working the boats. It is something I have always liked to do. If you like, I can show you some more. I would like to paint something similar to that one, but I can’t seem to manage it somehow from my imagination.”

“You need a model?” I asked, grinning at him, knowing exactly what he was trying to hint. “I would love to see your paintings yes. I am very interested in art. I think photography is so overrated don’t you?”

“Yes me dear, I agree wholeheartedly. In painting there is so much more of a human touch and lots of emotion.”

“Did you love her?”

“Yes I did.” He scrambled across the bed and stood beside me. “And I also find the female body so…erotic. Like yours Allyson.” He put his hand gently on my cheek and raised it towards his gaze. “You have a beautiful face. Such amazing bone structure and it compliments the rest of your body.”

His words seem to make me feel tingly. Nobody, especially a man, had ever told me that before. I felt so good hearing him say it and with such meaning too. “You think so?” I asked.

“Of course. I bet you are much more beautiful than those models with their painted faces and conditioned bodies. To me they seem manufactured for a purpose. They have no natural beauty such as I see in you.”

“Oh. Thank you Captain.”

“My name is…” He stopped and smiled, as he was about to tell me. “…no, I won’t tell you my name yet. I like being called Captain. Especially by those who don’t know me yet.”

I followed him back to his place, noticing how red the sky had become as the sun sank below the horizon. There was the sound of steel drums being played by some band in the nearby village, which added atmosphere to the whole surroundings. “Who are they?”

“Who is who me dear…the band?” I walked beside him, being taken by that wonderful rhythm drifting through the air, which made me want to dance. He watched me as I started to sway. “Just some locals. You like that kind of sound I take it?”

“Oh yes! I love it. They are very good.”

“And so are you. You seem to dance quite well. Very much in rhythm to the beat and sound and if I may say…so sexy with it.”

Once inside it was seemingly dull and I could tell that he lived alone there. It was the typical seafarers retreat with memorabilia of all kinds scattered here and there. It was amazing what fascination those guys saw in lobster pots and stuffed sharks heads.

“Through here…” he prompted me into a room where he did his paintings. There I could see his failed attempts at painting naked women on canvasses, half completed or simply with a red painted cross through them. “This is my studio. Not much of a studio I know but it suffices.” He then uncovered a stack of canvasses kept under a white sheet and one by one he shown me his land and seascapes. He was such a talented painter for an old sea dog.

He lifted one of the paintings out of the stack and placed it on a vacant stand. “And this…”

“Sweet Dreams…” I interrupted. It was obvious that Sweet Dreams was his most favoured vessel in the fleet by the way he had captured its image thrashing through the waves, looking so beautiful against an ugly, threatening, stormy sky. “You have lots of passion in your paintings.”

“That I do. And I have lots of passion in here too.” He touched his chest and stood closer to me. “And its creatures like you who stir it up, and make me want to paint. Allyson, I would love so much to paint you. And I really mean that.”

“But you can’t. Tomorrow we are on a trip and then afterwards I have to leave.”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 7

Seven: Dreamweaver32– Captain Trevithick.


“Ally, Ally, Ally, I hope you don’t mind me calling you that by the way? You cannot just get into a boat like Sweet Dreams and head for the sunset. There are preparations to be made, provisions to stock up on, fuel and water to load. A whole host of things to organise! So, we will be looking at the day after next at the earliest. Firstly though, I will have to round up Charlie and Winston and that will be no mean task, I can tell you and far too late in the day now to try. They will be ensconced in some bar with a couple of the local ladies for company, if you see what I mean?” I winked at Allyson.

“So Ally, we have the rest of the evening and all day tomorrow, after you have given the rest of your party their directions and instructions, of course. Tonight, I would like to take you for dinner and bring you back here to make a start on your painting. Would you like that Ally?” As I waited for her answer, I couldn’t help but be amazed by her presence, she oozed sexuality, but in an innocent way and not in a sluttish way at all. Thinking to myself, I wonder if old Leonardo felt the same way when asking Mona Lisa to pose for him and what had he put on her chair to keep her smiling like that for so long, I chuckled and looked at Allyson,

“You know something Captain, I will accept your kind offer” Her smile lit up the whole place,

“Nobody has ever offered to paint me before, clothed or naked! Let me make a phone call while you book us a table. I think this could be fun.” She left, to get a better reception outside and I hurriedly changed into something a bit more respectable and even had time for a quick shave. I wouldn’t tell her that this wasn’t the sort of restaurant where one had to book a table.

“Well, well Captain you do scrub up nicely, have we far to go? I have carte blanche for the rest of the evening by the way, Adam is quite happy with the arrangements so far” she said and took my arm.

“I hope that we have, a very long way to go Ally, but not to the restaurant, it is just around the corner here” I quipped. Damn, what was I doing? Trying to chat up this mere slip of a lass, half my age and who could have the choice of any man alive. Thank goodness it was dark or I am sure she would have seen me blushing. Wow, blushing like a shy teenager on his first date and me at my age too, what an effect she is having on me and I hardly know her yet.

“Hey, Captain! Get your hairy ass over here and get the drinks in! Oops! Sorry, didn’t see you had company! Hahahahaha! And what company too, I may add!” This was the normal greeting dished out by the bar owner, Swampy Marsh, yet another refugee from the Navy and another with a failed marriage, but as good a mate as you could hope for. He has helped many a bloke get over his troubles, be they financial or marital. He has the uncanny ability to let a guy express all his worries and woes, while getting absolutely plastered and then help him to rebuild his self esteem and get on with life again. I should know, I was one of his successes!

“Hey yourself, Swampy, my old bucket of seagull vomit!” a term of endearment commonly used in the R.N., I told Allyson, who couldn’t help taking to Swampy’s joviality with a huge grin on her face.

“At last you have some class in this joint of yours, so look sharpish and bring us your very best A La Carte menu and in the meantime we will have some drinks and none of your watered down rubbish either!” I shouted back at him. I steered Allyson away to a secluded table to the rear of the tastefully decorated bar/restaurant, we needed to discuss the forthcoming trip in more detail so I could get the appropriate charts together and anyway, I didn’t want us to be disturbed by the locals who were all staring in her direction. Girls like Allyson were not a common sight as we were hardly on the tourist route for the Island. During the meal we made a list of all the venues for the shoot, Allyson even took my advice, on some of the best places to go, as she realised that I knew this area like the back of my hand. Sitting so close to her, smelling her skin and hair, brought back another memory of the de Boeur trip…………

It was a balmy evening and himself; Eric de Boeur was his normal, dead drunk and flat out in his cabin. For a change, I had suggested to Felicia that we dine out, in this very place as it happens. We were actually sitting at this table and after finishing our meal and enjoying an aperitif, we were chatting about how much she was enjoying the trip and if only her husband was not so much of a bastard. I knew that if she carried on talking about him she would dissolve into tears, so I did the best thing possible and kissed her. As usual with Felicia, this had the desired effect and I felt her hand crawl along my thigh under the table. I also slid mine up her skirt and over her nylon clad legs to find that she was not wearing panties, another of my favourites, stockings and no panties, what a combination. As I felt her fumbling with my zip, my finger slid between her puffy labia and entered her boiling hot pussy. She gasped at my sudden intrusion and almost bit my tongue off, God she was hot and ready for it tonight, much like every night, actually, I thought. I whispered in her ear and told her to go to the rest room and I would follow on in a minute or two. As I licked her honey from my finger, I watched as she made her way to the restroom. Damn she was one very horny lady and with a pussy that tasted like hers, who needed After Eight Mints! Making sure I was respectable and hadn’t caught the tablecloth in my zip, I stood up and as casually as I could, made my way to our rendezvous. A little difficult being casual with my dick straining at the leash for Felicia’s hot pussy, but I made it without rousing too much attention and I walked in and locked the door behind me. Wow! She had started without me! I looked over at her, sitting in a battered old leather armchair, her legs resting on either arm and her fingers whipping her pussy in a frenzy! As I entered she just looked at me with her eyes half shut and told me to hurry up and get over there and fuck her!

Well, being forever the gentleman and sporting an erection that would choke Linda Lovelace, I quickly rid myself of slacks and took her, there and then, no finesse, just old fashioned fucking! When she came, soaking us both in her sweet honey, she screamed so loudly I thought Swampy would think someone was being murdered! Her pussy clamped down on me so hard, I thought I would lose it inside her, but at that precise moment I couldn’t care! I shot so hard and so much that I was lost in oblivion! As had become her normal, she insisted on sucking me dry of our combined juices, which was enough to ensure a repeat performance back on the boat! I must admit, I will miss the lovely Felicia.

A woman like her does not come along very often and certainly, not often enough for me anyway, and when I think of her husband, it makes my blood boil! He just doesn’t seem like your typical fishing enthusiast! Looking back over those last couple of weeks, I wondered why he hired me in the first place! He insisted on visiting every island and timed everything! Strange, but, hey he was paying the bill and his wife was more than making up for his lack of social graces!

“A penny for them Captain, what are you thinking about now?” Allyson’s question snapped me back to the present; I just smiled and told her,

“I don’t think you would like to know Ally. So my dear, are you ready for your first modelling job?”…………

 

[Sienna]

Eight: Sienna – Allyson.

There were obvious delays, which Adam would not accept. But the thought of modelling for such a talented artist as the Captain was hard to resist. I was definitely up for it and that meant hard work in the phone call I made.

“Adam, these things are not easy to arrange.” I explained. “Besides, this boat is the only one available and the best I can find around here. Trust me, Adam, you will not be disappointed by ‘Sweet Dreams’, I promise.” At that he gave me the go-ahead to arrange things and I gave out a silent “yes!” so as not to raise the attention of the Captain.

So I was going to be wined and dined and then who knows what might happen. I looked into the window to see if I could see him and caught a glimpse of his shadow in the bathroom. I felt good about that evening and as soon as he emerged dressed and ready I took a few minutes to freshen up before we left.

The drum music got louder as we walked into the village. They were playing just outside the restaurant bar he took me to and the evening sky was turning dark with the appearance of starlight emerging, adding a kind of romantic feel to things.

He seemed to know the man who owned the place. Swampy and he had some history and I just loved the way they bantered with each other for a while before drinks and dinner was served up at the secluded corner table complete with romantic candle-light.

We made the arrangements for the trip. He was very precise with detail and insisted on having a full crew, which I think he threw in at his own expense. The cost was well within what I expected and if all went well, then this could mean the brownie points that I needed in the job. Everything seemed to going well for me and I was so happy.

I watched the Captain very closely while we ate and noticed that he had gone into another one of his daydreams. He smiled to himself and I wondered what it was he could be in so much deep thought about. “Penny for them?” I said. He snapped out of his muse and held my hand across the table.

“I don’t think you would like to know Ally.” He smiled and then asked if I was looking forward to my spot of modelling. I noticed his smile. It was so gentle and I loved the way he shortened my name to ‘Ally’ as if he had known me for sometime. But I was still guessing at his name. Maybe he was a Henry or even possibly an Horatio?

“What would you have me do in this modelling?” I asked. “Do you want me naked or perhaps semi naked?” I grinned at him and he seemed to be coy in thinking up his reply. I could not believe I had made this mature sea dog blush. “No, please tell me?” I wanted to know what he had in mind. I reached up to his face and touched his neatly groomed beard and suddenly he took my hand and kissed the back of my fingers. Then I knew at that moment that he was feeling something for me.

“I will allow you to choose the pose Ally. As long as you are comfortable with it, I don’t mind. All that I need is to capture your beauty on canvass. And I hope that whatever you give me is enough to convey that message I need to paint.”

“Can we order another drink?” I replied, unable to get over his show of affection towards me. I was completely taken by his gentle personality despite my first thoughts. This man was not only a gentleman in every sense, but perhaps a truly romantic lover waiting to express himself. And I know that I needed to be loved. After a few failed short-term relationships I had not found anyone yet who had shown me what I was looking for and what I needed. Perhaps he was the one?

Swampy delivered the drinks and we sat for a while talking about how he found Sweet Dreams. And from that conversation I learned that the Captain was a very shrewd businessman, but also a very private man too.

“She was waiting to be rescued.” He said. “The first time I set eyes on her I knew she was going to be my pride and joy. And make me a living of course.”

“Like she is now the only woman in your life?” I asked. “Why do men refer to their ships as women?”

“Tradition. But I suppose in a way, like all real women, if you treat them well they will treat you likewise in return.” He smiled, leaving me to believe that he did not really stand by that reason. “And no, Sweet Dreams is not the only woman in my life nor has she been. I have been a romantic in my time and if I may say, a well loved romantic at that. And my girl, I still am.”

“So tell me your name?”

“Not yet. I like to leave you guessing until later. Besides, before we do anything else, I want to show you something.”

After spending a few hours in the restaurant we left. Outside it was dark and there were only a few lamps in the nearby dwellings to light the way as I held onto his hand tightly. We walked along this path to a point on the hill that overlooked the sea. The full moon was behind us and its brightness lit up the quay and the moorings where Sweet Dreams was safely harboured.

“I love it here and often come alone sometimes, especially on nights like this when everything is calm.” He said. “And I often think about where I’m going in life and the things I have done.” I shivered and he pulled me towards him. “But I never had the opportunity of meeting someone like you Ally. I feel kind of strange in a way.” I put my arm around his waist as he did with me and snuggled into him. “I don’t know how to say it, but when I saw you standing there this evening, something told me that I had found something special that I was searching for.”

I listened to him and watched his expressions as he spoke. This was a man who was speaking from his heart I thought. He did feel something for me and I think he was trying to say in an honest kind of way he wanted me. Not only to paint me but to also make love to me. The difference between him and the others was, that he was mature and experienced, a true romantic and worldly man who knew how to make love. And I liked what he was feeling and how he went about it.

He looked down at me and raised my face towards his. “I love the way the moonlight glints in your eyes Ally. May I ask if you feel comfortable with me right now?”

“Yes I do. Really I do.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Without any words being said, I closed my eyes and let his lips touch mine. Suddenly it felt so good, so warm inside and I felt a tingling sensation running up and down my spine as if I was being struck by soft gentle lightning. The kiss grew deeper and passionate. I was following his lead on this and letting him show me the way, how to be kissed in that way and it felt so good.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 9

Nine: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

This evening will live in my mind for ever, not because the meal was anything special and certainly not because of Swampy’s rough hospitality, but, because I had never been so taken by anyone so quickly as I was by Allyson, since meeting her such a short time ago. I thought when I first saw her on the quay that she was a typical career lady, all business like and full of her own self-importance and that she only had to snap her fingers and everyone would do her bidding. How wrong could a guy be? She was witty, intelligent, beautiful, charming and yes; she could snap her fingers and get anything she wanted. But not because she felt it was her right, but because that is the affect she has on those who meet her, look at Swampy! I have never seen him acting so soft in all the time I have known him, Ally only had to glance in his direction and he was at our table like a puppy dog wanting his tummy rubbed! I guess it was when she touched my beard and I kissed her hand that I decided to take her to my private place. There are only a couple of people, ever, who I have felt enough about, to let them into my heart and by taking Allyson there that night, that is just what I was about to do.

All the way up the steep climb she held onto my hand tightly, I could feel closeness in that grip that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Oh sure, Felicia and I had been close, but that was pure sex! Very enjoyable and most satisfying for us both, but what I was feeling from Ally and what I am sure she was getting from me, was something else. Too soon to say exactly what, in fact I was feeling a bit like a teenager on his first date! Damn, I think I even blushed when she talked about posing for me! Who knows, maybe she is looking for stability and someone to Love her, for her; and not who she is, or might become.

It was a bit chilly in the night air so I pulled her closer to me and she put her arm round me. As I did the same and she snuggled in closer, I asked if she felt comfortable and my heart missed a beat when she said that she was. I was in a quandary. We had only met a few hours ago and yet here we were, in my special place, wrapped in each other’s arms and wondering where this was all going to lead. So, I did what I thought we both wanted and asked her if I could kiss her. Her reaction was all I could have hoped for, her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly. Slowly I bent down and our lips met for the first time, hers felt so soft as I gently let my tongue trace over them. I could taste a hint of brandy from that strange drink of hers, that even Swampy had never heard of, but that was overpowered by her natural sweetness. Our kiss was getting more intense and as I felt her tongue meeting mine, I hugged her even closer. She needed no further encouragement and her lithe young body melted against mine. I could feel her perfect breasts flatten slightly against my hard chest and her nipples were like little pebbles trapped between us. I could feel the heat from her groin as she pressed into my hardening manhood and I nearly took her there and then! But, somehow, I knew, that, that was not what she wanted, not yet and not here, overlooking the harbour. She is not a Felicia, out for a quick release, Allyson needed more than that, she wanted to be loved and made love to, nurtured, cared for and to feel safe and protected. I knew then, that as long as I had breath in my body, then, that is what she would get from me. Reluctantly, I broke off our first kiss and gazed into her eyes. Was it movement to the beat of the distant drums, still playing in the square that made her head look like she was nodding? Or was she saying, ‘yes I feel it too’? Only time would tell!

I suggested we retire to my cabin and get started on her portrait, if she still felt up to it and she agreed, smiling coyly and asking again if I had made up my mind how I would like her to pose. God damn it, I blushed again! I told her I would decide when we were at the cabin.

As we began our descent, I glanced across at the harbour, ‘Sweet Dreams’ looked her stately self, but berthed, not far away, was ‘Medusa’ a similar design of boat to mine, but, nowhere near as powerful or well turned out. A very dodgy character owned her by the name of Rick Savage. Savage by name and savage by nature, so rumour has it, somebody not to cross and I already had.

He wanted ‘Sweet Dreams’, he knew she was faster and could outrun even the customs cutters and why he wanted a boat that could do that, only gave credence to the stories that surrounded him. He offered me a laughable sum of money for her and when I told him that there was no amount of money available to buy her, he just glared at me and said I might live to regret turning down his offer. I thought no more about it at the time, but seeing the black hulled ‘Medusa’ so close to ‘Sweet Dreams unnerved me a bit, I must admit. Especially when I spotted de Boeur! Well, from where I could see, I swear it was he. Now I wondered, what could he be doing tied in with the likes of Savage? Oh, well, their business, not mine and I put it out of my mind.

A couple of times on our way down, we stopped and kissed again, possibly to confirm that the feelings we had from the first kiss were in fact present and not just something brought on by the romantic setting and a few drinks. We were locked together again in the main street when I heard a shout,

“Captain put that woman down! You don’t know where she has been!” This was drunkenly blurted out by my number one crewman Charlie, along with a high-pitched giggle, which just underlined how drunk he was. He hadn’t seen Ally yet, so he assumed that she was just another ‘housemaid’. As we turned to look in his direction, we saw, that both he and Winston had been lucky that night and were accompanied by two young ladies of the night! I laughed and said,

“You two had better behave yourselves tonight and report on deck tomorrow at 0800hrs or you will be shark meat! Although what the poor sharks have done to deserve a sorry looking pair like you, I don’t know!” Their chins hit their chests when they caught sight of Ally in the moonlight and Winston said,

“Wow! Sorry Cap’n, we didn’t realise that your daughter was across for a visit. It is a pleasure to meet you at last ma’am.” At this, Charlie just about bust a gut and collapsed giggling,

“Winston, that isn’t Fiona, his daughter, it must be a lady from ‘Help the Aged’” I stifled my laugh at this comment from Charlie and said in my most Captains like voice,

“Winston, get this hyena back to his cage and make sure you are not late tomorrow, there is work to be done and I will be busy making final arrangements with Allyson here, OK? Now go, before you get my boot up your worthless arses!” They grinned widely, did a bit of mock forelock pulling and staggered off in the general direction of their shared cabin.

“I am sorry about that Ally, you didn’t quite get to meet them at their best, but they are harmless and you can rest assured they will both be there tomorrow morning without fail.” She laughed and said,

“No problems, I’m looking forward to it, but for now, I’m looking forward to being your model. Have you decided yet, how you want me?” Wow, what a question to ask a guy! I nearly blurted out how I really wanted her, but kept those thoughts to myself,
“I have all of this maritime memorabilia Ally, as you might have spotted? How about as a sea nymph or mermaid, looking mysterious, seductive and ready to trap the unwary mariner?”

 

[Sienna]

Ten: Sienna – Allyson.

Yes! That kiss was what I expected. So warm, so re-assuring and so comforting to know that this man accepted me despite our age difference. To me it did not matter one little bit, and atleast now I had the chance of perhaps being made love to, by such a handsome caring man as…the captain.

My past relationships had been a disaster regarding the act of making love. I was still searching for love I suppose. I was not sure if I really knew what it was all about. The only thing I seemed to have learned so far was how to have sex and atleast try to enjoy it for what it was. I was emerging from that experimental phase and quite a few boyfriends, although I regarded myself as a woman for a long time, I was still naïve.

Getting this job that I was doing involved sex. Adam Clarke was not so innocent in the part that he played that afternoon of the final interview. The locked door of his office, alone with him as he stood behind me, telling me that I should do very well and it was a good career to pursue. His touch upon my buttocks made it as if he had the right to invade my body. A return in favour for accepting me as it were.

“You are very pretty Allyson.” Adam whispered into my ear, pulling back my hair to kiss my earlobes. “That is why I selected you. You have that certain something I think will be needed.” I let him continue, let him believe that he was in control. His lips kissed my neck as I stared out of the window, wishing that I could be somewhere else at that moment. That was the way he did things with every woman, so I was told. It was something I had to accept.

I felt his hand cupping my breast and then a squeeze. “Take off your dress,” he said. “Let me see you.” His fingers already sliding down the zip slowly. I did not resist because that was all I understood he wanted and afterall, he was a glamour photographer. I let him pull the dress from my shoulders as he kissed them but then things turned more aggressive at that point as he locked my arms and spun me around to face him. “Better still…I think I would like to see what you are made of.”

I remained expressionless as I gazed back at him. Then he pushed me against the desk and demanded that I lay back. I did as he wanted, without resistance and looked up at the spinning fan hanging from the ceiling above me as he began to open my thighs. I could feel his wet kisses at the top of my stockings, moving from one side to the other alternately, steadily making their way to my crotch. His heavy breathing told me that he was excited by what he was doing to me and what he had found. But I remained calm, perhaps a little excited myself from the erotic aspects of his intentions as he pulled my panties to one side with his fingers to view my sex. “I love it,” he kept on repeating in whispers. The feel of his tongue parting my lips followed his breath against my moistness. I closed my eyes and allowed whatever was going to happen, just happen.

He pulled my panties free and lifted my legs over each shoulder as I looked back at him. I could not see his cock, but I felt it slide into me, hard and intimidating with each thrust. Faster and faster he went, jerking me back and forth on the desktop until he eventually released himself, holding his cock to shoot its warm charge over my navel and pubic mound. I continued looking at him; his grimacing expression of relief and contentment as he drew in breath at the height of his orgasmic liberation would always be with me, in my mind as one of the things about Adam. I felt nothing myself but dirty and used. All part of the favour I suppose.

Adam sat behind his desk and watched me replace my panties and adjust my dress. “I hope you enjoy working with us Allyson,” he said. “We leave for Florida next week and I am sure that being part of my team will stand you in good stead for a career anywhere you wish to peruse one in future. Welcome aboard.” He smiled at me as I picked up my shoulder purse from the chair and I smiled back. “Is that it? End of the interview?” I asked. He nodded his reply and allowed me to leave.

Thinking about that I clung tightly to the Captain when we met his crewmen on the way back to his cabin. They seemed to be very pleasant guys, although I did notice that they were kind of intoxicated.

“Sorry Captain, we didn’t realise that your daughter was across for a visit,” one of then said. I then realised that the Captain must have had a daughter my age or thereabouts. It felt a little strange to me to know that I was noticeably much younger. Although it did not matter, as the Captain seemed comfortable with that and eventually we parted company and continued our way to the quayside cabin. I needed to know how he wanted me to model for him, so I asked and his suggestion of a mermaid intrigued me. Perhaps my legs were not a good feature I thought, but then that did not really matter.

Back at the cabin, the Captain poured two rum concoctions that he wanted me to try. I looked out of the window at ‘Sweet Dreams’ in the now moonlit calm sea background that looked so tranquil on that romantic night, adding to the atmosphere of the occasion I now found myself in. He placed his hand on my shoulder and handed me the drink. “Sip it gently Ally, not too fast. I guarantee this drink can floor any man and I would hate to think what it would do to a gentle creature such as yourself.” I smiled back at him and tasted it. It was sweet but very bitter at the same time as it slipped down my throat.

“It’s very nice. What is it? And yes, another thing Captain…what is your name…tell me?”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 11

Eleven Dreamweaver32– Captain Trevithick.

“The drink Ally is called a ‘A Francis Friend Maker’, a variation of the ‘Harvey Wall Banger’, but made with white rum instead of vodka. A friend maker because after too many, you could fall asleep and wake up with a new friend lying beside you! And Francis? Yes, named after its originator… Me!” I laughed at this and her realization that I had finally told her my name, made me laugh at her surprised reaction, and so I thought an explanation was in order;

“Traditionally, all the males in my family are named after Admirals and luckily for me, my elder brother got Horatio! So Ally, if it isn’t Captain it is Frank, OK?” I smiled as she nodded, probably already having guessed that my name would have a naval connection, she then surprised me by saying, with seductive look;

“You know Frank; you don’t have to ply me with strange drinks to wake up beside me, I already feel safe in your company and know that if I were to pass out on you, then I could trust you not to take advantage of a poor defenseless girl like me, I trust you as I would my father!” she must have seen my look of dismay at being compared to her father because she went on to say;

“I have no intention of passing out on you Frank, but, I do have every intention of waking up beside you tomorrow morning, It may surprise you to know that when I decide on what I want, I will make every effort to achieve my goals and that also applies to my relationships. I do not want ours, if we have one, to be a father-daughter type. Does that make any sense to you Frank?” I put my arm around her and pulled her closer to me, my mind was in a turmoil, I hadn’t let anyone get through my emotional defenses for so long, not since my wife and I split up in fact, that I looked into her eyes and said;

“Ally, I think you have maybe had some bad experiences with men in the past and if you give me the opportunity, I would like to change all that and treat you as I think you deserve. You are very beautiful, you know what you want in life and I feel honored to think, that you think, we might have a future.” I gently took her face between my hands and kissed her, eyes, nose, cheeks and finally her soft lips. She responded by putting her arms round me and hugging me tightly. Slowly her mouth opened and my tongue slid over her lips, savoring her sweet taste. I could feel myself becoming aroused and our kiss became more intense. Ally was the first to break it off, but she still kept her lithe body pressed into me as she whispered;

“Frank, make love to me, I am yours tonight. If you want that is?” She chuckled as she said that last part, because it was very obvious that I wanted her, my erection was stronger than it had been for a long time, even with Felicia and her expert ministrations!

With nothing more said, I took her hand in mine and led her into my bedroom. As she looked around, I lit the various scented candles that I like to keep for occasions, such as these. Which have been very few and far between as most hadn’t even been lit yet. Ally just stood at the end of the bed watching me. She looked so young and innocent in the flickering candlelight, hands clasped together and her head tilted to one side. I slowly approached her and put my hands on her shoulders. Again I tasted those sweet lips and let my hands gently massage her neck and shoulders, easing away any built up tension she may be experiencing. Her skin felt so soft and smooth and I could see she was relaxing as my thumbs pressed slightly harder. My fingers loosened the buttons of her top and as I untucked it from her waist, she lifted her arms and I pulled it over her head. I knew it from the very start, Ally had the most perfect breasts that I could have wished for, pert, no need for a bra, tipped by coral pink nipples which were standing proud and ready for my attention. I lowered my head and kissed each nipple, then sucked each one, leaving them both wet and shiny and softly blew on them. As the cool air wafted across them, they crinkled and became even harder. I repeated this as my hands were massaging her naked back. Ally was not idle as this was going on, she had my shirt buttons undone and was pulling it off me and running her hands over my almost hairless chest, which were making my nipples as hard as her own. Both naked from the waist up, we hugged and I felt her breasts flatten against my hard chest and her nipples as hard as pegs dug into my soft skin. I felt around her waist and found the zipper on her skirt, pulling it down and releasing the button, I felt the skirt fall away and she was left in just the thong I had glimpsed earlier. Her nimble fingers soon had my belt free and my slacks quickly joined her skirt. I lay her down on my huge double bed, face down and climbed astride her, careful not to crush her slim body. I had also lit the burner under the oil heater and I took the container of warm exotic eastern oils and let some dribble along her spine. I rubbed some more into my hands and placed them on both shoulders and pressed my thumbs gently into the large muscles at the base of her neck,

“Ummmmm, I’ll give you half an hour to stop that Frank it feels so good” Allyson moaned softly and wriggled her hips against my throbbing manhood. My hands moved down, spreading the oil across her whole back, god, her skin was so soft and flawless. When I reached the waistband of her thong, I gently pulled it down to reveal her perfect buttocks and as my hands made contact they dimpled as she tensed. Gradually the tension left her whole body and I was beginning to think she had fallen asleep when softly she said;

“I think I’m done on that side Frank, shall I turn over?” She turned over, still underneath me and said;

“You can get rid of the thong and your shorts if you like, I want to see you and I want you to see me” With my heart beating at twenty to the dozen, I knelt beside her and removed the flimsy wisp of material. She kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, enough to be able to see the delicate outline of her slit and oh! it looked good enough to eat. As I was studying the heart of her womanhood. I felt her soft fingers pull down my shorts and release my aching cock and then gently wrap around my shaft. I resumed my position astride her and using more oil continued with the massage. Allyson had also taken some oil in her hands and was massaging my length, using her thumb to rub the pre cum around the head. As I felt that this could not last much longer without me exploding in her hand, I began to slide downwards along her thighs,

“Oh no you don’t Frank, if you want to taste me, then you must let me return the compliment, turn round and we will adopt, as the French say, ‘soixante neuf’”

Without hesitation, I did as she wanted and gently spread her legs apart and raised her knees. Ummmmm the sweet smell of her arousal assaulted my nostrils and I saw her wetness glistening in the soft glow of the candles. My tongue lapped her flowered open labia, licking a dewdrop of her juice and I tasted her at last. Tangy with a hint of sweetness, a taste a man could get used to and better even than rum, the life blood of the Navy some would say. As I was concentrating on discovering her secret places and learning her most sensitive parts, I felt her tongue licking my pre cum and soft hand massaging my balls. Slowly her lips engulfed my bulging head and her tongue began a swirling motion around it, teasing more of my pre cum into her waiting mouth. I stopped sucking her just long enough to say;

“Ally if we keep this up, I am not going to last much longer!”

“Frank we have all night, I want to taste you, you’re pre cum is lovely and I want the main course!” As she continued with her expert ministrations, I also resumed and could feel her tummy muscles begin to flutter and her thighs tighten around my head. I took her engorged clit between my lips and sucked gently; and replacing my tongue with two fingers, I let them gently penetrate her lava hot pussy. Ally sucked me harder as her climax was fast approaching, her hips were jerking uncontrollably and I felt a flood of her hot cum flow into my mouth and almost at the same time, I released my own cum, filling her mouth and I felt a swallowing motion as she took me deep into her throat.

We lay like that for a moment to regain our senses and then lay beside each other, Ally snuggled into my arms and I gently stroked her silken hair. “That was wonderful Ally, you have just made an old man very happy, you’re a pretty special kind of lady and I hope you know that?”

“Shush Frank, I am very happy myself at this moment and well, if that is how old men treat their ladies, then I am glad I found one!” She said it with a glint in her eye that told me; tonight was far from finished just yet.

 

[Sienna]

Twelve: Sienna – Allyson.

I wanted it to happen. I did not push myself onto him, but merely suggested. Afterall I was here to model for him and now…and now I was lying with him on his bed. I was so nervous inside, yet I made up some bravado to cover it by saying that the night was long and there was so much we could do.

He opened my lips and I could feel his tongue tasting me, as I lay with his cock in my hands, hard and waiting for me to please him as he began to please me. I looked at it and it seemed no different to that of the younger men I had before. Only Frank seemed to be so much mature and there was so much more pre-cum than I ever imagined as it mingled with the scented oils. I reached out my tongue and tasted it. It was so sweet and the sight of his puffed scrotum made me want to gently squeeze as my lick turned quicky into taking him into my mouth.

I heard him moan, telling me how good I was as he played with me, opening my flower and taking my nectar with approval. It felt so good…oh so good that I sucked him gently, craving for him to let me taste his man cum. I became so excited with what was happening I stopped for a while so that I could breathe and let out my cries of approval for what he was doing to me. The more I felt him pulling with his tongue and lips on my clit, the more the strong tingling sensations overpowered me, thrashing through every nerve ending in my body, sending surges and waves through my spine. I felt myself release and tremble as my orgasm reached its summit and I cried out, pulling his cock tighter in my hand.

“Oh please, don’t stop…” I gasped. He kept on going, taking all of my juices as I continued to suck and taste him. I was riding my orgasm and he knew what to do and how to keep me going. This was a man who knew how to please as there was no doubt he had pleased other women before. Then I could feel him throbbing in my mouth. I stroked faster with my hand and sure enough he gave me what I wanted. It was warm and salty to the taste, no different than what I had tasted before, but this time there was so much more and so thick.

I swallowed, feeling it slip down my throat like syrup. The more I consumed, the more he seemed to make until it had all gone. At the same time I felt my orgasm rising once more, but he shifted position and turned to look at me. “Ally, that was fantastic.” I released his cock, now becoming flaccid in my fingers and smiled. “You took it all?” I smiled and nodded as I lay beneath him. His strong muscular arms on either side of me as purred like a kitten, looking back into his eyes.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I manoeuvred him to lie beside me. “If that is how old men treat their ladies, then I am glad I found one…” I told him. I could detect the sweetness of my juices on his lips and beard and I knew then that I had given him my best as we kissed. “You don’t mind me calling you Frank do you?”

“Not at all,” he smiled. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Ally.” I gently played with his beard in my fingers, observing every feature on his face and every blemish that he had. It was then I noticed a scar beneath his right eye just above his cheekbone. “What is it?” he asked.

“You have a scar.” I traced it gently with my fingernail along its length. “What happened?”

“That was some time ago now. If I told you it was a shark bite I doubt you would believe me?” he joked. “I was in a fight. A bar fight as it happened, back in seventy-three. It was around here in the Bahamas, Great Abaco. And, yes she was worth it.”

“Tell me more. Its ok, we have plenty of time.” I leaned up, made myself comfortable and waited for him to tell me what happened. I was intrigued. Besides, I wanted him to rest a while, for I was not finished with him yet. This man could show me things that I needed to know and I was now becoming quite at ease with him now that we were familiar with ourselves more intimately.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 13

Thirteen: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

I hadn’t felt so much at peace with the world in a very long time; I was in heaven, or somewhere very close to it. I was lying next to an Angel; I still could not believe how quickly we had formed this bond. Ok it had a lot to do with what we had just done, but there was more to it than that. It felt so normal somehow, to have Allyson wrapped in my arms and luxuriating in the aftermath of the best oral experience I have ever had. Damn, she was good and I did not linger too long on how she had gained that experience, suffice to say, that whatever either of us had done in the past, only led to how well we could give pleasure to each other now. Kissing her, as we lay together, I could taste myself on her and I am sure she could taste herself as well. It was not something I had done very often, tasting my own cum, but tasting it from Allyson’s tender lips made it a very erotic experience. She looked so innocent as she leaned on her elbows and asked about the scar she had just found beneath my right eye. I joked a bit about it, but in fact I had been very close to losing the eye altogether!

“Make yourself comfortable Ally and I’ll tell you what happened,” I said, still stroking her baby smooth skin. I then launched into the story of that night.

It was what the Navy called a ‘Courtesy Visit’ when a Royal Navy ship visits a foreign port and is open to visitors. Various events are organized, but the most popular is when the general public get to satisfy their curiosity about how we live onboard and what is inside the menacing looking warship. Members of the ship’s crew are detailed to act as guides and this day I had the pleasure of looking after a party of nurses from the local hospital. This was hardly a chore, as among the group was Dolores, a stunning lady of very mixed blood and I guessed, probably ten years older than myself. She was quite short, which suited me just fine, had long straight hair, which was as black as a raven’s wing, very slim, her colouring was like light mahogany, but, it was her face that was so stunning. Her full red lips were made for kissing, high cheekbones, pert nose and the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. I made myself a promise that I would get to know this beautiful creature much better before our short visit was over. Well, while showing them around the ship, we seemed to hit it off quite well and we made a date to meet that evening. On such visits we have to go ashore in our best uniforms, to show the flag, so to speak. So decked out in my finest Petty Officers outfit, I duly met Dolores at a nearby bar; she was looking absolutely gorgeous and took my arm as we went inside. The noise hit us like a physical presence. There was a crowd of sailors from a Merchant ship, in port along with us; it served as our supply and support escort, and quite a few from H.M.S. Jupiter, my ship. A steel band, similar to the one playing tonight, was belting out their music as loudly as possible and the heat was overpowering. I eventually got us drinks and we found ourselves standing near the miniscule dance floor. There was a subtle change in the atmosphere as a small group of very drunk and loud-mouthed matelots from the merchant ship staggered through the doorway. They pushed their way through the crowd, spilling drinks as they went and I could see trouble brewing. The merchant and the Royal don’t get on at the best of times and this bunch looked as if they were just spoiling for a fight and there is nothing surer, than, our lot won’t back down! It wasn’t long before Dolores caught the attention of the leader, a guy with about the same build as me, but an evil glint in his eye, that wasn’t only the drink, he just looked a nasty piece of work.

“Hey! Pretty boy! When you’re finished with that little whore, pass her on to some real men! What do you reckon boys; think she could take us all on tonight?” He laughed raucously, but never once did it reflect in his eyes! They were full of venom and lust.

“Are you talking to me, shit for brains? And by the way, watch your ugly mouth in front of a lady! She is not a whore and she is with me, OK?” I spat my reply at him with a hatred brought on by his total disrespect for women. It doesn’t matter if they are whores or ladies, women do not deserve to be treated as badly or talked to in this manner, as this scumbag would.

“Oh! And you’re going to stop me are you pretty boy? I think maybe the bitch should decide, eh lads?” no laughter now, he said this with hate and reached out to try and grab Dolores. Well, I saw red and punched him in his flabby gut and as he bent forward, my knee caught him flush on his bulbous nose, blood spurted freely and he collapsed to the sawdust covered floor like a pole axed steer. I turned, just in time to ward off a blow from one of his mates and thumped him too. Then, all hell broke loose and within seconds the whole bar was involved, tables and chairs crashing to the ground, glasses smashing and the screams of the frightened women were deafening. Someone grabbed me from behind and trapped my arms and I saw the leader approaching me with a broken bottle in his hand. I stamped down hard on the instep of the brute holding me and threw my head backwards at the same time, having a broken foot and a mouthful of shattered teeth took the fight out of him and he released me. This was very lucky for me as, Savage, I found out his name later, was in the act of thrusting the bottle into my face and I just managed to grab his arm and divert it to one side, but, not before the ragged edge caught me just below the right eye. I continued to twist his arm up his back until I heard a distinct crack as his elbow dislocated and then I ran him face first into a pillar, mashing his already burst nose, even more than it was already. I heard the whistles of the shore patrol arriving on the scene, so I grabbed Dolores and we hastily made our exit. I didn’t want to face the Captain in the morning and besides, I wanted to get to know Dolores better, if you know what I mean.

As we made our way to her place, the sounds of the brawl receded into the distance; I looked down to my white shirt and for the first time I realised that I was cut. The front was covered in blood and pretty much ruined I guessed, but Dolores told me not to worry, she would clean me up and have me looking respectable by the morning. Hearing her say, ‘by the morning’ brought a huge grin to my face and my first encounter with Mr. Rick Savage was put to the back of my mind. After stitching my cut and laundering my clothes we did get to know each other ‘better’ and suffice to say that I spent one of the most enjoyable nights of my life.

“Her skills in the art of making love were something I had never experienced before Ally, but being very realistic, we both knew that nothing more would come of our encounters during my ship’s brief visit, so we made the most of every opportunity we could. We kept in touch for a while after that, but circumstances changed and we lost touch.” My warm hands had been stroking her body all during my telling of the story and Ally’s nipples were as hard as bullets, I bent forward and kissed them gently and felt her hand on my hardening manhood. “I think the portrait will have to wait for just a little while longer.”

 

[Sienna]

Fourteen: Sienna – Allyson.

Somehow the story he told me made me admire Frank a little more. And I kept on thinking about what he looked like in those days. Tall, handsome and certainly as sexy as he is now. But life must have mellowed him and I felt safe knowing that he wasn’t going to brawl with anyone over me. Well I hoped not.

Frank certainly seemed very virile as I stroked him. He was getting harder and especially when his mind drifted back to the girl in his story and he started to stroke my breast as if it had brought back some very hot memories to him. Then he kissed my nipple, sending quaint little sensations into my groin, which made me stroke his cock, even more. “I think the portrait will have to wait for just a little while longer,” he said. I had forgotten about that and suddenly I realised that that was one of the reasons for being here.

I jumped from the bed and grabbed a white lace curtain hanging over a mirror and draped it over my shoulders. Finding a wicker chair in the corner of the room, I sat down and looked over at him with a smile, posing with my legs crossed over the arm. “How about this?”

“What now? You want me to paint you right now?”

“Why not? It’s a good a time as any, don’t you think?”

“Not really Allyson. I was hoping…” he paused and looked at me then dashed to grab a sketch pad and pencil. …Don’t move!” He kept looking at me as he sat on the end of the bed and then he started to shift some of the candles from one place to another until the lighting I suppose satisfied him. “Yes! That’s it. Don’t move a muscle my dear. That is exactly the look I want to capture. In my head I knew this and then…” He began to scribble and sketch roughly on the pad very quickly. “This is just a rough sketch, so I know how I want you with the shadows and makes it easier for me to set up the canvas.”

I needed the bathroom urgently and I began to feel uncomfortable. Each time I twitched or moved he told me to be still. Then after a while he held up the sketch for me to see. “You are brilliant. See that?” Instead of being in the chair he had roughly outlined me as a mermaid sitting on a rock with the lace curtain now a gossamer veil swathed over my shoulders and almost obscuring my breasts. I stood and took a closer look at it and I could see that he had sketched a perfect likeness to me in almost every detail. “It will look much better on canvas and not as rough as it is there, but I now know that pose I want you in.”

“This is good. Even as a sketch. May I keep it?”

“Of course. The painting will be far better than that, believe me. But it is far to late to start now. Let’s get down to the business we were already dealing with before you gave me that flash of inspiration.”

I excused myself and slowly made my way to the bathroom, looking back at him over my shoulders. As I expected, he followed me and I did not mind him being there with me as I relieved myself. He made himself busy by running the bath, pretending not to notice as a gentleman would. “Lots of bubbles for the lady is it?”

“Nice, are we going to share?” I asked.

“Of course, that is if madam doesn’t mind?”

“Not at all. I think sharing a bath is very intimate…especially after making love.”

“Ahh, yes, but with me, I guarantee a very pleasant experience indeed and a very good prelude to even more love making.”

I was taken by Frank’s energy to want more. Even I was wanting as much as he was and there was nothing better to do with this night but to make passionate love with such a man as he. I stood and wiped myself as he looked away. “I’m sorry Allyson, I should have waited outside.”

“No need to apologise.” I put my hand against his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin as it merged with the roughness of his whiskers. “I feel very safe with you and so happy. I don’t have anything to hide. Tonight has been so pleasant and something that I have wanted for a long time with the right person. You Frank, are that person and I appreciate your hospitality and kindness.”

Suddenly he took me into his strong arms and held me close, looking at me with what seemed to be such a longing gaze. I could sense that he felt the same as I did for him and in a way that gaze also shown me that he wanted me so much. That was soon confirmed by the way he kissed me with passion. I almost felt dizzy with emotion and held on tightly to his caresses.

We parted our lips and then I realised the bath water was still running. “The bath!” Quickly he turned off the taps just before the level reached over the side. We started to laugh, knowing that if our kiss continued any longer there would have been a flood at our feet to quench it. “Now it’s far to full for us both to get in. What are we going to do?”

“Ahh…who cares!” He grabbed me and lifted me, then placed me into the bath letting the water begin to flow over the sides. “I’ve swabbed many a deck in my time girl. This is one more deck I don’t mind doing. But not now.” I settled into the water, still laughing at his antics as he began to use a jug to scoop up the water and pour it over my head unexpectedly. “My God Allyson, you look so beautiful,” he said as I spluttered to catch my breath. “I love the way your hair clings to your skin like that. Something of a weakness of mine to see a woman like that.” I looked back at him and watched him gaze at me again with that look in his eyes and I realised there and then in the momentary silence, that he was in love with me.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 15

Fifteen: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

My initial disappointment at not getting to make love to Allyson again was quickly forgotten as she draped herself across my old wicker chair, legs crossed and a net curtain thrown casually over her shoulders. She was a natural, has never sat professionally and yet, here she was in exactly the right pose for me to capture her beauty and innocence. As I did my rough sketch, she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, not with the posing, but physically, I had to remind her a few times to sit still. At last I completed my draught copy, which she admired graciously and even made me promise to give it to her when I was finished. She excused herself and made her way to the bathroom. Seeing her glancing at me over her shoulder, I took this as an invitation to follow and duly did. What a dummy! Obviously, not having had regular female company in such a long time, I didn’t think that she was just answering a call of nature. Too late, I had followed her in and she was sat on the loo and luckily it was quite presentable. To hide my embarrassment, I started to run the bath, trying to ignore the sound that her golden rain was making beside me. I guess this was a generation thing; Ally was totally at ease with me being there and yet my first instincts were to turn around and leave. However, I didn’t and asked her if she wanted lots of bubbles in her bath.

There was something very erotic about seeing Allyson acting so casually, with me in the loo with her; and yet I still apologized and said I should have left her in private. She told me not to be so silly and I took her in my arms once again. The more we kissed, the better it got, so much so that I completely forgot about the rapidly filling bath! Luckily, Ally hadn’t and broke off our passionate kiss just in time to prevent the bath from overflowing. We laughed at what might have happened and she said that it was way too full now to get into. Not a bit of it, I told her and picked her up and placed her in the warm water. God, she was as light as a feather and I must admit I released her reluctantly. There was definitely an emotional turmoil going on in my head. She was bringing out my natural instinct to protect her, as any man should a woman and I think if I had to, then I would revert to my former self and fight to ensure her safety, her happiness and her well being.

I dumped a jug of water over her head and told her she looked beautiful with her hair plastered to her skin and I could feel myself becoming hard again and told her that it was a ‘thing’ of mine. She was looking at me now, as if she knew something about me, which I didn’t and knowing how perceptive she is, she had probably hit the nail on the head and I am sure I will realise what it is eventually.

“Would Madam care for some company?” I asked smiling at her.

“Madam would be most put out, if Sir did not join her!” she replied in the same way. “Madam wishes to be bathed and pampered; and thinks she has found the perfect gentleman to carry out her wishes”

“No sooner said than done Madam” and I climbed in behind her. She moved forward to allow my legs to go either side of her and my arms naturally fell over her soft shoulders and my hands on her perfect breasts. I could feel her nipples harden in my palms, just as my manhood also began to harden against her smooth buttocks. I retrieved the soap and began to lather her upper body, which felt so warm and silky. She lay back against my chest as my hands massaged her pert little breasts and stiff nipples, running over her tight tummy and onto her trimmed mound. My lips were nuzzling her neck and I could feel her warm breath on my ear as she told me how good my hands felt caressing her body,

“Stand up Ally and I’ll do the rest,” I said to her. As she got to her feet and stood with her legs either side of mine, I was stunned into silence for a moment. For there before me was my ‘sea nymph’, water cascading from her luscious body, hair plastered to her face and shoulders and that sweet smile of innocence combined with her natural sexuality. I knelt before her and continued washing her all over; I couldn’t resist running my tongue along her slowly opening slit and tasting her juices, mingled now with the warm bath water. Her fingers were entwined in my hair and as my tongue probed deeper, so her grip on my hair got tighter and she pulled me as close as she could to her blossoming flower,
“Turn round Ally and bend forward, I’ll do the backs of your legs now” She looked down at me with a knowing glance and her face lit up with smile,

“Yes Captain, anything you want captain!”

As she turned and did as I asked, I reached up and started to massage her tight buttocks. My manhood was aching for her touch as I gazed in awe at her beautiful rear end and legs. I parted her cheeks slightly and once more let my tongue travel the length of her slit, from her tingling clit to her puckered anus. As my tongue probed her most private of places, I felt her clench in a natural reaction to this unaccustomed intrusion. Gradually she relaxed as I continued to lick her clit and puffy lips. This time, when I let the tip of my tongue tease her tight little bud, she allowed it to enter and as it did, I felt her take me in her soft hands and say, “Frank, I am clean enough, I think we should continue this in your bed. Take me there Frank and make love to me.”

I fetched a couple of fluffy bath towels and we dried each other off, each paying particular attention to the others aroused state. I picked her up and carried her thro the doorway, making sure not to bang her legs against the frame in my hurry to fulfill her request. I lay her down on the bed and stood looking down at her, still not quite believing my luck at having such a beautiful young lady in my house, let alone lying on my bed with an expectant look on her face. I lay down and we kissed, our hands roaming all over each other, stroking, teasing and discovering one another’s erogenous zones. As my fingers found her engorged clit, I felt her legs part and I climbed between them. I took her hand and folded it around my throbbing cock. Slowly she began to rub the sensitive head against her moist slit, parting her labia with each stroke and I could feel her juices coating me, preparing me for what was about to come. As our kiss intensified, I slowly pushed forward and felt the head of my cock enter Ally’s receptive sheath, oh my God, it felt divine and I slid home as far as I could go as her legs folded around my back and I felt her bite my lip. Very quickly we set up a rhythm, which felt so good, as if we had been lovers for years and not just the past few hours. As we reached our joint climax, I held her tightly and rolled over, letting her dictate the pace at which she wanted to cum. I watched her as I felt her muscles clenching me, milking me of the last of my hot cream. When her orgasm subsided she collapsed against me and I held her head and gently stroked her hair and face.

“Thank you Ally, you have just made an old man very happy!” I said, leaving some things unsaid until I could understand and cope with some of the emotions running through my head.

 

[Sienna]

Sixteen: Sienna – Allyson.

There was no fumbling, no quick jabbing through over-excitement, no rush, just nice and easy. It was as I had expected from a man so mature and gentle as Frank. Infact, so far, he had been the best.

The best that was amid all those men I had so far in my life. But there was something else, which did not compare for better or worst with any man and that was sex with another woman. My secret, shared with atleast a dozen others I suppose. It was so different and so sensual.

I lay against his chest listening to his heartbeat and he said to me in almost a whisper, “Thank you Ally, you have just made an old man very happy.” But I could not help thinking that this man was fast falling in love with me. My mind raced with thoughts of how it could happen so fast and how I actually felt about him. So much happened in such a short time and my emotions were running so high.

I did fall madly in love once. But it was not a man. My lover was someone I learned to share my secrets with after knowing them during my childhood. It seemed so easy to fall in love with my soul mate and best friend, Kate. We experienced growing up together and then discovered our sexuality, which made us both realise that there was something very important between us. And eventually we made love to each other in such an amazing way that sex with a man did in no way compare. It was unique.

I looked up at Frank who was drifting slowly into deep contented sleep. “Frank, are you asleep?” His eyes flickered and he returned to consciousness, smiling at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, not at all. I was deep in thought.” I accepted his explanation out of respect. But I knew that he was sleeping really. I brushed the backs of my fingers over his chest and arms, pondering a question on my mind that I wanted to ask him. “What is on your mind Ally?”

“What do you think about two women that fall in love with each other?” I asked. His grin grew a little wider and I could see that his mind was sifting through thoughts of various scenarios, which he conjured up. “No, Frank…I am serious. What do you think?”

“Well. I suppose two women can love each other and do so often I suppose. But in what way do you mean? Involving sex?”

“Yes. A real sexual and loving relationship?”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

I sat on the edge of the bed and felt his hand stroking ever so gently over my shoulders and then down my spine until his fingertips touched the top of my buttocks. It felt so relaxing and I asked him to do it again. “Ally, I am curious about your question.” He began to repeat his finger massage and I thought more about revealing my secret to him. What would his reaction be to know that I had been involved in a lesbian relationship? And yet I was still unsure myself whether or not I was a lesbian for actually being involved. He kissed my shoulders, pushing away my damp hair as his fingers brushed over the back of my neck. “Tell me, what is on your mind,” he whispered.

“Nothing important.”

“I often dream of sharing two women. Is that what you meant? Or was it more of a general question?” His tongue lapped at my earlobe as his hand cupped my breast. I had invoked an erotic thought in his head and he was reacting. But then I also began to think about Kate and the things we did together during those tender moments we shared. But there were never any men involved. “Have you ever had sex with another woman Ally?” he asked. His tongue began to send tingles through me and I felt his fingers tightening around my nipples.

“Yes…I have.” I waited for his reply, and his fingers relaxed and he began to gently massage my breast, his tongue moving onto my neck, imparting tender kisses. “Does that thought arouse you?” I knew it did by the way he became more and more excited. But I wanted to ask his opinions of me. I slowly moved away, easing from his passion and stood to face him. “How do you feel about that Frank? Me, making love to another woman?”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 17

Seventeen Dreamweaver32– Captain Trevithick.


I guess I must have started to doze off when I heard Ally ask if I was asleep, I smiled at her and said that I was deep in thought, which she seemed to accept, but I think she knew really that, after what we had just experienced, I needed some sleep and preferably, just as we were now, with her lying on my chest and me with my arms wrapped around her protectively. When I asked her what was on her mind, I could see that she was actually being serious about her question concerning two women falling in love. I let my hand drift over her shoulders and down her spine until I reached her buttocks. When she said to do it again I obliged. While carefully composing my answer to her and to give me more time I kissed her ear and fondled her pert breasts. As my arousal became more evident, she slowly backed away and stood facing me,

“How do you feel about that Frank? Me, making love to another woman?”

“Ally, you are still a young lady discovering your sexuality. I suspect that you have had some very unsavoury characters trying to hit on you; maybe you have unwittingly formed a relationship with some of them before you understood what they were really like or, really after? If, after being hurt, you have gone to your lifelong friend Kate, for her sympathy and friendship, then who could possibly blame you if your love grew and eventually, you both expressed it through sex. You know with her that you are safe and will be loved for who you are, and not just as a notch on some man’s bedpost. When we made love just now Ally, it was beautiful, you certainly seemed to enjoy it, so when you say, ‘how do you feel?’ I can honestly say hon, that I feel privileged to have been able to make love to you and when you climaxed Ally, it was for me, not Kate, and what’s more hon, I think that…well it doesn’t matter what I think. Are you coming back to bed? I’ve rabbited on long enough!”

I laughed, trying to ease the tension and held out my arms to her. Her head was tilted to one side as she listened to me and I do believe that she thought that I would be horrified to hear such a revelation. When she realised that I was completely at ease with the knowledge that she has had sexual relations with another woman, she smiled, nodded and came into my arms. Her head resting on my chest again and her body curled into mine, I felt my emotions running wild once more.

I hardly knew this young woman, but already I would give my life to ensure no harm would ever befall her. Seeing her standing at the end of the bed, naked, but so at ease with it, waiting for my response to her question, I had felt my heart pounding and my palms getting sweaty, hoping, that what I said would not drive her away from me. ‘God! I couldn’t be falling for her, could I?’ I asked myself this question, as we lay there, half asleep and gently stroking each other, happy in the knowledge that each was satisfied. ‘Well if I were, then I sure as hell will not tell her’ I vowed, I have been hurt too many times before to even think about it again now.

I was awake at 0600, as is my usual, no matter what the previous night had been like and was filling the cabin with the aroma of frying bacon, sausages, black pudding, beans and eggs. Yep, the ‘full heart attack’ as we called it in the Navy. I looked over at Ally lying in my bed and my heart missed a beat. She was on her back and the sheet had slipped partly away from her, exposing one pert breast, her almost naked mons and one very shapely leg. I grabbed my sketchpad and hurriedly drew an outline for what would be, well in my humble opinion, a masterpiece! She looked so innocent and vulnerable lying there that no professional model could ever capture that pose. Just as I had finished, she stirred and opened her eyes,

“Morning Frank, is that a loaded gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Her laughing remark suddenly made me realise that I had become very aroused while doing the sketch and the crotch of my slacks was jutting out like a flagpole! Trying to act very nonchalant about it I replied,

“Oh! That Ally, I guess it must have been something I ate last night! Much better than Viagra for keeping a guy upstanding and much more fun” I laughed again as I am sure I saw her start to blush.

“Breakfast awaits my Lady, whenever you are ready. By the way Ally, what’s the agenda for today, I’ve forgotten already, mind on other things I guess” She wrapped the sheet round her like a sari and made her way over to the table.

 

[Sienna]

Eighteen: Sienna – Allyson.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of breakfast in the air and Frank sitting beside the bed with his sketchpad. I stretched and smiled back at him and noticed that he was quite turned-on by what I saw in the crotch of his slacks. He was a very well endowed man and my eyes instantly focused on that part of his body, half expecting to find him still naked. “Morning Frank, is that a loaded gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I asked. His reply was something I never expected, as it was I who tried to shock him and I should have realised that he was probably much quicker in thinking up something to offset my remark.

He seemed to be very much caught up in what he was doing. Another sketch of me while I was sleeping no doubt and I was curious. “Breakfast awaits my Lady, whenever you are ready. By the way Ally, what’s the agenda for today, I’ve forgotten already, mind on other things I guess,” he said as I pulled the sheet around me to cover my nakedness and moved towards the end of the bed to take a look. He pulled the sketchpad closer to him, hiding the image from me. “Ah…not yet. I will let you see it later, not now.”

I wanted to see what he was drawing and so I jumped off the bed and sat across his lap, trapping him in the chair. “No…I want to see it now.” I tugged at the pad and he raised it above his head, making me grasp for it as the sheet fell loose, exposing my breasts directly in front of him. He quickly seized one of them and held it gently, throwing the pad out of my reach and then he kissed and tickled me until I was out of control with laughter, desperately trying to make him stop. Then suddenly our little game stopped and we gazed at each other, our eyes locked together like an open gateway into both our minds.

“Ally, I think I’m in love with you,” I heard him say. My mind was flooding with similar thoughts about him as I stared, almost in a dream, trying to reply to him with my response. “Do you love me, Ally? Please say yes.” And all I could do was think my reply, sending him my thoughts. “I have never felt this way before about anyone, and I know what your thinking Ally, that I am just a silly old fool, but I’m not. I meant it when I said that I love you. And nothing would please me more to hear you say that you love me.”

I could not speak the words I wanted to say. I blinked and returned from my moment of deep thoughts, coming to terms with what he had said. “I…I…I’m not sure Frank.” I hugged him close to me and realised that he needed to know exactly what I felt right there and then. And what I felt was something I had never felt before for a man. It was the same feelings that I had for Kate, a wanting to be always close and never let go. But how can I be feeling like that? I hardly knew him. Not even a single day had passed since we first set eyes on each other and yet I felt as if I knew him all my life.

I could sense is disappointment as I held him. My answer was not what he wanted to hear. And I really did want to say yes, but there was no way I could utter the words to express my true feelings. Was this love? Or was it just another sexual encounter, so steeped in lust that true love was so easily mistaken?

I pulled myself back, my arms still around his shoulders and I could see that he was sad and yet he forced a smile for me, trying to hide that sadness he really felt. “So what do you have planned hon? Are we in for a busy day?” He was changing the subject in order to evade both our feelings. Perhaps something left incomplete for another time. A time that I must be absolutely certain before I can answer.

I showered and then joined Frank for breakfast. The atmosphere between us was calm and contented, but we had very little to say to each other regarding what had just happened. My phone bleeped letting me know I had a text message from Veronica with my next set of instructions for that day. And yes, it was going to be very busy indeed as Adam wanted the boat to be ready to set sail in less than two hours. I explained this to Frank while I finished off my super high calorie breakfast. I was so hungry, I didn’t care how high it was, I just needed to replace all that energy I used up making love to the man I was almost certain I had fallen in love with and yet still could not tell him.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 19

Nineteen: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


I was mesmerized by Ally’s appetite for breakfast, it is very unusual in this day and age and especially in the fashion world, I would have thought, to see young ladies eat with such relish. As she answered a text message, I reflected back on what had just taken place between us. ‘Damn! Damn! Damn! How could I have been so bloody stupid’ I thought to myself. I had not long promised myself that I would not let my true feelings show to Allyson and there I was blurting it out like a lovesick teenager. I hadn’t meant to of course, but, when we suddenly stopped tickling and wrestling and gazed into each other’s eyes, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to say at that time. I just hope that when she said, in answer to my question, ‘I don’t know Frank’, that I managed to cover up my disappointment. I made some comment about work for the day and busied myself with the breakfast while she showered.

When we had finished eating and cleared the dishes away, I said,

“Right young lady, let’s hit the trail and get Sweet Dreams looking her very best for your boss man. Those two reprobates, Charlie and Winston had better be on time too, or it will be a keelhauling they will be getting!” I laughed, knowing full well that they would be hard at work a long time before we arrived at the quayside. As we left my cabin, I felt Allyson’s hand tentatively seeking mine. I looked into her eyes and saw an unasked question,

“It is OK, Ally, I should never have opened my big mouth and of course you can take my hand. Everything has happened so quickly hon, feelings I haven’t had for years, having just made love with you and knowing that you enjoyed it as much as me, well, it just slipped out OK?” I leant down and gave her a quick kiss and a hug and she hugged me back and said,

“I just need time Frank, we know so little about each other and there are things that you don’t know about me that you might disapprove of. I am not as pure as wind driven snow and in time I will tell you about my life. You already know about Kate and I appreciate that, you understand that and haven’t tried to lecture me about how much I would be missing, were I to decide that that is where my sexuality really lies. I am a bit confused at the moment Frank, but do believe me when I say, ‘you’ll be the first to know’, OK?”

“Can’t ask for fairer than that Ally,” I said, gripping her hand in mine and we set off for the quay and Sweet Dreams.

As we approached Sweet Dreams, I couldn’t help getting an uneasy feeling when I saw Medusa, berthed a few spaces along from us. Her black hull looked menacing and she was in no way as good a shape as Sweet Dreams. Just then I saw an ugly looking brute of a guy escorting two very young looking local girls down the gangway. They both looked as if they had had a very rough night and were both staggering as the guy almost threw them off the boat. Judging from the reputation that Savage had got himself over the years, these were two girls trapped in his organization, probably kept on drugs and willing to do anything to get them. That was his style, getting young girls hooked on hard drugs and then using them for prostitution, pornographic movies, and when they burnt out, still relatively young, he would cast them out of his group to fend for themselves. He was always on the look out for new blood and unfortunately there were always those who thought they could handle, what they thought was a glamorous lifestyle. He was linked to the mafia, so it was rumored, gun running, drug smuggling, money laundering and even the occasional disappearance of anyone stupid enough to try and emulate him.

I put this all to one side as I saw the hoses already connected to Sweet Dreams. The boys were bunkering fuel and water and Charlie was haggling with the local food and drink wholesaler. This was a regular occurrence and one, which they both enjoyed enormously. The banter between them was really amazing and when I first witnessed it, I thought they were going to come to blows, but as quickly as the voices became overheated, they would both shake hands and burst out laughing. Deal done!

“Nice to see you could make it Captain! Now the real work is almost done!” shouted Winston, with a huge toothy grin splitting his black face.

“What kept you so long, or shouldn’t I ask? Good morning Miss Allyson.” He continued pointedly. Just then, Charlie joined us,

“Ah, the love birds have finally left their nest. Good morning Captain and Miss Ally, well, it was morning when we started!” He joined Winston in a good-natured laugh. I glanced at her and saw the beginnings of a blush forming on her cheeks. I told her to pay no heed to them and not to rise to their bait. She squeezed my hand and said,

“It’s not a problem Frank, we have nothing to hide and anyway I think, if they feel comfortable enough to chat like that, then they have probably accepted me.” I told her that it was not everyone they took to so quickly; in fact they were kind of protective of me and carefully vetted any prospective female companions I might bring along.

We climbed the gangway and I found Allyson a more appropriate pair of shoes, left over from a previous hire. I took her into the wheelhouse and got out the charts and as we were going over them, I spotted a Mercedes and a mini bus fast approaching the jetty,

“Could this be the famous Adam Clarke and entourage?” I asked.

 

[Sienna]

Twenty: Sienna – Allyson.

On the quay I noticed the other boat that Frank had briefly talked about earlier, as I watched Winston getting into some arguments with a local trader over something or other. I noticed the name in gold letters against their black background, “Medusa” and to my surprise, two girls being roughly escorted onto the quay. “It’s ok, Ally, I’ll explain later.” Frank assured me, as I watched the girls staggering past us. They seemed to be either drunk or on drugs and they both looked at me with glazed looks. One of them made a suggestive remark, which I quickly ignored. To me they looked liked prostitutes, both neatly dressed in fashionable evening dresses, yet so inappropriately untidy.

First Winston and then Charlie greeted us aboard Sweet Dreams and Frank explained that their banter about us being lovers was just their usual way of thinking and that they respected him not only as their captain but also a very dear friend. Atleast the two men were friendly, and not like those I saw on the other boat, the way in which they treated their guests.

Frank gave me what he considered to be reasonable ‘shoes to wear aboard ship’ as he put it, but they were simply a pair of cheap but comfortable trainers and luckily in my size. “What about the others when they arrive? Are you going to make them wear shoes like this?” I asked, actually joking, but then I realised that Frank was serious about passenger safety.

“You bet I’m going to make them wear the right gear. If they don’t then I’m making those who refuse sign my waiver. Be it at their own foolish risks. And by the way, I think I have some shorts here for you also. You are rather distracting in that skirt, especially moving up and below deck,”

“Do you think and provide for everything?” I asked, taking the shorts from him and looking at them carefully to guage their quality. Not bad, atleast more fashionable than the trainers I thought. Atleast the powder blue colour suited my tastes quite well.

“Of course. A captain must assert his regulation and authority, even with paying passengers as well as the crew. Afterall, it is to assure the best service that I can provide, even though I might appear to be getting down everyones necks.”

In the wheelhouse, Frank took out his charts, which did not really impress me very much as I had never really seen ‘maps of the sea’ before that close. To me the sea was just…the sea. He pointed out certain areas, which he could not take Sweet Dreamer for various reasons and then drew crosses in certain other areas around the locality that he intended to visit. “What are those numbers and circles?” I asked pointing at the chart.

“Navigation points, depth and such. I’ll explain those as we get along. And I think I’m going to rather enjoy this trip myself, teaching you a few things. That is, if your boss doesn’t mind.”

“Well, that remains to be seen I suppose.”

“I think they’re here!” He pointed towards the shore-end of the quay and sure enough Adam and the rest were just arriving. “Could this be the famous Adam Clarke and entourage?”

“Yes and I’m not really looking forward to this either.”

“And why not, may I ask?”

“I just wish that it was you and I only on this trip.” I told him, squeezing his hand to assure him that I meant what I said. And it felt so good to feel his gentle reply likewise. “I suppose I had better show myself and do the usual introductions.”

“Like that is it? Are you not happy in your job Allyson?”

I looked at him, smiled and gently kissed his forehead before leaving the wheelhouse. I did not wish to talk about my true feelings at that present moment in time for fear of perhaps raising his hopes on something else I was thinking of doing later. I was seriously pondering the idea of staying, leaving Clarke and his employment to seek better on the island, so that I did not have to leave Frank quite so soon. If I eventually decided to leave that was.

Adam was busily giving instructions to the drivers of both the mini-bus and his private hire car. Veronica approached me and looked at the Medusa. “Is it that one we are going to use?” I looked in the direction she was staring and then replied. “Well, not unless you want to change your profession. It’s the other boat, Sweet Dreams we will be using.”

“I do hate these idea’s Adam gets into his head. I hate boats full stop. And I do trust that it will have everything we need?”

“Of course. But you might have problems though.” I said. Veronica looked at me exactly as I had expected, with fear and anticipation. “You will have to share a bunk with someone, so I expect Adam won’t mind?”

“Indeed I will not! I shall speak to the man in charge.”

“The captain. Captain Trevithick is his name and I’m sure you will find him quite…charming to say the least.”

I loved it when Veronica got upset and I found it so irresistible to wind her up on every occasion I could. Then I greeted the six models and Sonya, who were among them. “Yo sista’ how you doin’ sweetness?” she shouted in her usual bubbly vibrant way. We hugged and I then explained to her briefly what happened since we last spoke as I watched Winston and Charlie excitedly running down the quay to assist the others with their baggage.

“Do you know the Captain?” I asked her.
“Well, if it’s that Trevordick man I do. Is it he?”

“Yes! You never told me that he was so handsome and so charming. I was expecting someone totally different to the description you gave me.”

“Well, sweetness, each to their own taste. Did he touch you?”

“Touch me? You mean did we get it on?” I asked.

“Yo girl, I’m sayin’ did he touch you and get it on? I hear he likes the ladies and once he turns on all that charm o’ his he starts to get real lovin’ if you know what I mean?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t like that.” I began to explain. By now Winston and Charlie seemed to be very well pleased by the look of some of their passengers as they both joked and flirted with the girls. “I mean, I kind of enjoyed his company.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean sweetness,” Sonya grinned back at me with that mischievous smile se had. “He got a taste of your booty, that’s what. I can tell by that glint in yo eyes girl. And a friendly word of warnin’… go easy, ok? That man is old enough to be yo daddy.”

“I just wondered if he might remember you? And yes, I know how to deal with this, ok?”

I could see Adam approach us from the corner of my eye. “Allyson, splendid choice if I may say so from what I can see of it. And how have you been?” he asked. Sonya moved on with the rest of the models and left me to talk with him. He stood close to me and looked about to see if anyone was watching, then he stroked my breast with the back of his finger playfully. “You know that it’s been quite a while since we…?”

Adam and I did not have what you might call a romantic affair. He was my boss and I pleased him in secret from everyone else in order to keep my job. Which was one reason I felt that I needed to escape. But in a way, I loved the work that I was doing. If only Adam was someone else, that did not demand such sexual favours as he did. And granted, I did get other rewards too; such as expensive clothing and money if I named my price for those favours he wanted.

“Yes. It was quite easy to find really. I suppose I was lucky finding the boat and Captain Trevithick as I did.”

“Have you thought about that little favour I asked you a few days ago? I think you wont regret it. Besides it might be fun and I know how you like to be pleased.” My nipple grew to his touch beneath my clothes. His suggested favour was quite erotic and I had thought long and hard about it. But I was not that easy and neither was I going to bend to his smooth pressure for me to do it.

A few days ago he introduced me to a young man called Emeric, who lived in Miami. Adam wanted me to partner with him in a private porn shoot, or so I was led to believe. But that was not what I wanted, although the reward of doing it was attractive. My own flat in London with all the basic expenses paid was a very requiring offer. And Emeric was so beautiful, that I am sure any woman would want to make love to him given half the chance. But in my case, not for porn, I assure you.

“And is that the Medusa, I see moored beside our boat? What a coincidence!”

“You know of the Medusa?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes I do. I know the owner quite well. I must say hello to him before we set sail. And I think you should consider my offer Allyson. You would be stupid if not crazy to refuse.”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 21

Twenty-One: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.


When Ally said that she wished it were just her and I on this trip and squeezed my hand, my heart went out to her, especially as she hinted that she wasn’t really happy in her job. She kissed me on the forehead, with an almost sad look in her eyes and went off to meet her group. I saw her meet a rather haughty looking blond woman first, Adam’s right hand woman and an ex-model, if I wasn’t mistaken. ‘Looks like trouble’ I thought to myself and then she saw, oh my God! Sonya! Now this lady was hell on legs, aye, all legs, all the way up to her tight black bum! She was a bit like Grace Jones, noisy, lovely, didn’t give a damn for anyone or anything and woe betide anyone who tried it on with her! I should know, I did once after a few beers and was soon told where to get off! In saying that, I think she could also be a very sincere and close friend, if she let you get close enough to her. Charlie and Winston were having a ball; you would think they had been starved of female company for years the way they were playing up to the models. Something tells me that between them, they will try and bed them all before this trip is over.

What I saw next, gave me reason to form an instant dislike for Mr. Adam Clarke! As he greeted Ally, he looked around to see if anyone was watching and began to stroke her breast with the back of, one his no doubt, perfectly manicured fingers. I could see that she was not a happy bunny with this obvious show of familiarity and I could feel the veins in my neck begin to bulge. He was obviously trying to convince her of something or other, as I could see her head shaking slowly from side to side. Whatever it was he was suggesting, looked to be the cause of Ally’s unhappiness with the job she loved so much, so I thought I would stop this for a moment and go down and introduce myself.

“Mr. Clarke I assume, I am Captain Trevithick, Master of Sweet Dreams and all who sail in her.” I said, holding out my hand to him. I had to be polite, even though I didn’t feel like it; he was, after all, going to be paying me a lot of money for this trip. He stuck out a limp wrested hand and replied,

“Please call me Adam and what shall I call you?” His hand felt like a wet fish, cold and clammy and he visibly winced as I exerted more pressure than normal, crushing those perfect fingers with my rough calloused ones.

“You can call me Captain, but, never call me late, if you’re buying the beer!” I laughed at his obvious discomfort. “Oh I am sorry Mr. Clarke, I am so used to shaking hands with real men, and I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not at all Captain and remember it is Adam”

“Yes Mr. Clarke, I won’t forget” I replied, turning to Ally. “Is everything Ok hun, everyone happy with the arrangements so far?” She looked at me as if to say, ‘keep out of this Frank, it’s my problem’, but, there was a grateful smile in her eyes, then she said,

“I think so Frank, Veronica might be a bit put out by having to share a cabin, but I’m sure she will let you know in person.”

“Ok Ally, if that was the snooty looking blond who looks at everyone as if they had just stood in dog shit, then I’m sure she will,” I laughed to try and ease the tension in the air. “By the way, Mr. Clarke would you be so kind enough as to have your party assemble in the main living area for a briefing, one of the crew will show you where it is located?” He gave me a strange look, trying to conceal his obvious dislike of me taking control and one, which I totally ignored, as our feelings were mutual.

“Ally, go and tell them to do as the Captain asks, I will be paying a visit to an old friend, Rick Savage of the Medusa. Do you know him Captain?” He said and started to walk towards the black-hulled vessel.

“Stop right there sir, if you will? If, you are to sail with Sweet Dreams, then you will attend my briefing and what is more, you are responsible for your party, not Allyson. You will have plenty of time to renew old acquaintances, once I know you will be safe to walk around my vessel, without getting in everyone’s way and doing yourselves an injury. Is that clear enough for you Mr.?” I said this in my most menacing voice and I think he got the message. He shot me another glare and went off to board the Sweet Dreams. I took Ally’s arm and said,

“Ally, are you sure everything is ok? Is he the reason that you are unhappy in your job? By the way, you can use my cabin to change into your shorts; in fact, I would be a very happy man if you would share my cabin with me during the trip”

 

[Sienna]

Twenty-two: Sienna – Allyson.

I did not want Frank to get involved with what was going on between Adam and I. But it became obvious that Frank does not miss anything. He treated Adam with some hostility in their greeting and I felt as if my problems were now going to be multiplied during this trip, keeping the peace between the two of them.

While Frank gave his briefing to the others I used his cabin to sort through my luggage for something more comfortable and suitable. I looked across to the Medusa through the porthole and saw what had to be Savage coming down the slipway and towards our boat. He was a large kind of man, one that I would not like to be under, should he fall on top of me that is. I pushed the port window open a little and heard him talking to the thin latin-looking man that assisted him. “You sure you seen Clarke board Trevithicks’ vessel?”

“Yes sir I did. With lots of ladies. They were all beautiful and so gorgeous senor Savage.”

“Fuck! What the hell-on earth is that guy up to? He knows I shore-up here. Damn!”

I quickly finished dressing and made my way to the main living area where Frank was giving his do’s and don’ts to everyone. I tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the steps were Savage was emerging from the deck. “Will you good people excuse me a moment, I do believe I have an uninvited guest aboard.”

Savage ignored Frank as if he wasn’t there and went straight over to Adam. “Well look who’s here.” They both greeted each other like old acquaintances. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were in the area?”

“Well I was meaning to contact you,” Adam began to reply as if he was slightly nervous of Savage for some reason. “But I had some organising to do and came across the Captain here who kindly let me use this boat. Now if I had known that you were moored right next to it, then I would have come to you first. You know what I’m like with boats, I can’t tell one from the other.”

I looked at Frank who looked back at me thinking the same thing as I was no doubt. “Welcome aboard by the way.” Frank interrupted them. “It isn’t often I’m graced with your company now is it?” Savage turned and half grinned; pushing his unlit half smoked cigar back into his fat lips. “You know its really nice to know that my vessel commands a certain aesthetic quality to catch the appealing eye of a great photographer like Adam Clarke, don’t you think?”

“Well I’m very pleased you think that Frank, but Mister Clarke and I are old friends.” Savage replied. “So maybe before everyone settles down I think there should be some re-arrangements in order.”

“And what exactly would those re-arrangements be?” Frank asked, unfolding his arms and looking as if he was about to tackle Savage. I could sense the tension that was building between both of them and I put my hand on Frank’s shoulder to atleast try to diffuse the bad temperament.

“Look, Frank, I have no argument with you right now, but I think Mister Clarke would prefer to take his business in my direction.” Savage replied in a very snooty kind of way as if Frank was just a mere minion. I could feel the tension building in his muscles and took him by the arm quickly.

“Frank, can I have a quick word with you darling?” I asked softly. “Please, in private?”

He excused himself and took me by my hand to his cabin. He was very tense and began to throw his hands around with rage. “Did you see that? Of all the….” I took his face in my hands and shushed him to make him calm down, feeling his whiskers and running my thumbs across his smooth cheeks.

“Frank, please stay calm. Listen to me. Will you, please?” I kissed him and felt his hands gently grip my waist. “He isn’t going to poach Adam. I won’t let him do that. Let me sign the hire agreement. Afterall, he did ask me to deal with this. I noticed one of your clauses on that slip. If Adam cancels you keep the agreed deposit and I know that he won’t want to do that. He is so mean with his money anyway.”

Frank took out the hire agreement from his shirt pocket and I asked him to turn while I signed it with his pen using his back. “You sure this will work Ally? Only I have my own way of dealing with this with great pleasure.” I turned him around and gave him the agreement, smiling at him and sending him a wink for re-assurance and trust in me.

“If he cancels and refuses to pay the agreed deposit, tell him you will sue him. He hates being threatened in that way. Trust me.”

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 23

Twenty-Three: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

“Damn it Ally, I think you are the only person I know who can calm me down so quickly, but I’m not going to promise anything here OK. You know Savage and I have never seen eye to eye, on anything, since that fight back in ’72. He’s been on Sweet Dreams for about five minutes now; and in my book, that’s five minutes too long! And as for your Mr. Adam Clarke? I saw what he did to you on the jetty and; well… I didn’t like it hon. I know he’s your boss and all, but that doesn’t give him the right to grope you like that. Or does it Ally? Is there something you haven’t told me about him? I think we need to talk, but let’s get rid of the scum first OK?”

“Yes Frank, we do need to talk, you need to know more about me, before it is too late.” When she said that, I must have looked really confused, because she just squeezed my hand and kissed me briefly. I strode out of the cabin, with Ally following, trying to keep my cool and finding it increasingly difficult as I pondered over Ally’s last words. What was it she needed to tell me, I wondered.

“Are you still here Savage? I thought I told you that you were not welcome anywhere near Sweet Dreams. Now what part of ‘Fuck off’ do you not understand? I have a signed agreement here from Mr. Clarke, which states that he pays the full charter fee, even if he cancels! Or, he faces a lawsuit!” I thought I would lay it on a bit thick, as Clarke probably wouldn’t have a clue what the agreement said anyway.

“You haven’t heard the last of this Trevithick, mark my words! You’ll regret ever crossing my path!” Savage spat out his stinking cigar stub and left, as abruptly as he came in, but not before he said,

“Clarke, I’ll see you on Medusa before you set sail, don’t forget our little arrangement!” I looked over at Clarke and I’m sure his pasty face turned even pastier as he took in Savages threat. I wondered what that was all about, but excused the upset to the assembled party and continued with the briefing. When everyone was absolutely sure of what to do in an emergency, what to wear aboard ship and his or her sleeping arrangements, I turned to Allyson,

“My turns Ally, a word in private please hon?” She smiled sadly at me and said,

“Ok Frank, it is only fair, you may think differently of me when I tell you the story”

We sat on my bunk, angled to face each other and she told me the whole story, how Clarke had taken advantage of her, right from the start, knowing that she was so enthusiastic about making her mark in the industry and so keen to prove herself, that she would do anything to achieve that goal. How she cringed whenever they were alone, as he would take liberties, as I had already seen; and worse. How, he was, at the moment I saw them, trying to convince her that being in this porn movie would be good for her! ‘Financially maybe, but what would it do for her self esteem?’ I thought, feeling my blood boil yet again, God! I was beginning to hate this guy with a vengeance. Knowing he was tied in with Savage didn’t help either; and I’m sure it was de Boeur I spotted last night, on the Medusa. As Allyson poured out her tales of woe, a tear ran down her cheek, she tried to hide it, but before she could wipe it away, I leant forward and licked it off and then kissed her. Her arms went round me and she said,

“Oh Frank, what have I done, I have been so naïve, I thought I had to do these things to make it in this hard world of the fashion industry. Have I been taken for a ride?” She tried to smile and continued, “Excuse the pun, none intended” I pulled her closer to me, stroked her hair.

“Hon, we all learn by our mistakes, it wasn’t your first mistake and won’t be your last. Life isn’t a rehearsal babe, we only get one stab at it, and so we have to take chances sometimes; and yes, sometimes they don’t work out the way we want them to, but as long as we learn from that and move on, then people will soon forget and look to criticize someone else. Human nature hon, it’s a build them up and then, tear them down again syndrome, most celebrities go through it at some point. Not that you are a celebrity, but you know what I mean?” I hadn’t spoken to someone like this, from the heart, for so long now, I was starting to get uncomfortable, so I did what I was more comfortable with and kissed her again, this time more passionately. Her lips felt so soft and yielding and I could feel the dampness on her cheeks. She kissed me back and lay down on my bunk, pulling me with her,

“Frank, thank you for that, let’s just forget the outside world for now, I am happier, now you know that I am not the perfect person that you thought I was and; you seemed to have accepted that fact and I can tell you still want me!” Her giggle filled my cabin and I thought, ’Oh, the resilience of youth!’ As I lay beside her, my growing arousal was obviously, quite in evidence for her to have said that and I realised then, that I wanted to make love to her. The feeling must have been mutual as Ally had started to unbutton her blouse with one hand as her other was bringing my manhood to full erection. What happened next would live with me forever, the intensity of our coupling, the tenderness of our kisses and the softness of our touch was something that is, maybe, only experienced, once in a lifetime.

As we lay relaxed in each other’s arms, her leg across mine and her head on my chest, there was a knock on the door, “Captain, there is someone here to see you! Do I tell her to come back later?” It was Charlie and who the hell was the ‘her’ he was talking about, I wondered.

“The shower is through there Ally, take your time hon, I’ve decided that Mr. Clarke’s schedule can wait another day! There are still things to be done, so we won’t be leaving until tomorrow morning now. Oh yes! And some sleeping arrangements that I think he should be aware of, don’t you?” I winked at her and hurriedly dressed and went to see my mystery caller. Charlie had had the sense to show her to the bridge, keeping her away from the others and when I walked in, well, you could have knocked me down with a feather, for there was Felicia de Boeur, looking very nervous indeed I thought.

“Hi Captain, remember me?” she said.

“Of course Felicia, how could I forget? But, why are you here? Is something wrong?” I had that feeling, the one you get when you know, the shit is about to hit the fan!

“Captain, you are in extreme danger! My husband, Rick Savage and Adam Clarke are plotting to take over Sweet Dreams, get rid of you and enslave the models! They have got deeply involved in the drug trade, each of them have problems with their businesses and think it is easy money. You were so kind to me, I felt, I just had to warn you before I left the Island and ‘him’ forever” She looked as if she wanted to say more, but, held back, for which I was glad. Ok, we had a great time together, but it was never anything but sex and I think she knew that.

“Felicia, how can I ever thank you, you know what would happen to you, if they ever found out, don’t you? I’ll have Winston take you to the airport and I thank you again, I will never forget you Felicia and you are always welcome on Sweet Dreams” I called Winston and explained what he had to do, telling him to get a few mates rounded up on the way back. Felicia in the meantime was eyeing Winston up and down and I knew that she would have a most enjoyable trip to the airport.

I returned to my cabin to find Allyson looking radiant from her shower and not just from the shower I hoped, as she greeted me with a passionate embrace. I told her what Felicia had just warned me of and immediately I could see her mind working in overload.

 

[Sienna]

Twenty-four: Sienna – Allyson.

When Frank explained to me that Felicia de Boeur had been to see him and told him of Savage’s plot I knew at that moment that things were getting serious. And I could not help thinking that I was somehow responsible for dragging him into all of this mess that was about to unfold.

“Frank I am so sorry.” I told him, placing my arms around his shoulders, looking for forgiveness of some kind. “If we had not met each other this might not be happening to you…us.”

“Ally, what are you telling me hun? This has nothing to do with you directly. Savage would have been thinking up these schemes for weeks. He always wanted Sweet Dreams and like the evil swine he is, he will do anything to possess her.” He leaned into me and we kissed. His hand slid away the towel from me and I could feel his hand gently squeeze my breast, still damp from the shower and instantly my nipple began to react, tightening to his delicate touch. “I love you so much Ally. Even if you had something to do with this plot, I would forgive you anyway. I am so besotted by your damn presence in my life all of a sudden I can’t even think straight.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Well first of all, I have to be calm and think this through. I have to keep Felicia out of this and I thank her for letting me know what she found out. It’s ok, she is safe.” His hand ran along my thigh, subconsciously I suppose. His finger touched my mound and outlined my lips. In response to that I widened my thighs and felt him probe further. I was concerned about what was happening and at the same time I wanted him to make me feel good there and then. “Do you want me to continue?” he asked, noticing that I had become responsive.

I leaned back and watched as he played with me for a while, feeling myself wanting him to go further. He leaned in closer, but I held him back. “Don’t…just make me cum.” I asked. All I wanted was for him to touch me, finger me and caress my most intimate part, so that I could release and watch him doing it to me. With two fingers, he opened me up and saw how wet I had become. My clitoris was engorged and waiting to be teased by his affectionate fondling and slowly he began to push and move his finger across it, as I felt those wonderful sensations rising up inside.

Eventually I was totally engrossed by my orgasm. I reached for the pillow and bit into it to silence my screams of pleasure as I let my muscles relax, releasing an almighty flood of warm love juice over his fingers. Then I let him gently lick me, drink me, and consume me as I rode my climax.

“This is the way you like it with Kate isn’t it Ally?” he asked. “Are you missing her?” I looked up at the oil lantern hanging from the ceiling and with tears in my eyes I replied by nodding my head. And I knew that this desire I wanted was not totally fulfilled, because Frank was not like Kate. But atleast for a moment I could imagine her and feel him at the same time.

 

[Dreamweaver32]

Sunset Dreamer 25

Twenty-Five: Dreamweaver32 – Captain Trevithick.

I told Ally not to blame herself for the predicament we were in, it was only a matter of time before Savage and I crossed swords and I was actually looking forward to putting an end to our feud for good. I pulled her to me; more to comfort her than anything else, but her close presence and our lingering kiss, made me slip the towel off to expose her beautiful body. I paid particular attention to her nipples, which I had noticed before, became instantly responsive when treated gently. I broke our kiss long enough to tell her that I had truly fallen for her, but artfully dodging an answer, she asked me what I was going to do about our troubles. I tried to put her mind at ease; I told her that everything would be fine and for her not to worry. My hand had moved slowly downwards and my finger was idly toying with her mons and as I felt her arousal, I asked whether I should continue. She just lay on the bed and watched me as I stroked my finger along her damp slit, slowly pressing it harder to part her beautiful petals. Wanting to taste her sweet tongue and lips again, I leant forward, but she stopped my amorous advance and told me just to make her cum and she watched as I did just that. I suspected that what we were doing reminded her of her times with Kate and I asked her to confirm my thoughts. My heart again went out to her as I saw her nod yes; and tears formed, slowly growing puddles in her eyes.

“Oh Ally my love, I know you will never get over your love for Kate and I would never expect you to forget her, just as I wouldn’t forget my ex-wife. All I could ever hope is that you enjoy our time together and who knows? One day you will come to love me, as you do your precious Kate. Now come here and let me give you a huge hug.” Hesitantly at first, she looked at me, expecting what? I don’t know! But, as I held my arms out to her, she moved closer and snuggled into my chest,

“We have work to do my girl! I’ll have to get Charlie and Winston clued up as to what’s going on with Savage and his motley gang and I want you to warn the girls to keep out of the way and make sure that they don’t get in the way. Can you do that hon?” I think the thought of some impending action had, temporarily at least, taken Ally’s mind off how much she was missing Kate.

“Ok Frank, you got it; and Frank… Thanks for understanding OK?” I gave her a quick kiss and left her to get dressed while I got hold of Charlie and opened the weapons locker. Around these waters it is always prudent to have some firearms to hand, you never know when pirates, kidnappers or drug runners will pounce and they have no regard for human life at all. I remember rescuing a family once, from one of the remoter islands where they had been abandoned for dead. One of the lucky ones not to be killed outright, if you consider being, gang-raped, beaten, robbed and left totally humiliated, as lucky that is. It was generally assumed that it was the work of Savage and his bunch of animals that had carried out the atrocity; even the males of the family were subjected to the twisted lust of that evil group. It would be doing the world a favour to dispose of them to the sharks, they at least wouldn’t care, and we are all the same to them.

When Winston returned from the airport, I briefly outlined our plan, such as it was. We would all go about our chores as usual, but have our handguns concealed in our clothing. It was likely that they would make their attempt during the hours of darkness, but to be on the safe side, I wanted the models and Allyson safely below decks. The boys quickly volunteered to look after them, rubbing the crotches of their shorts as they did and with huge grins on their faces. I told them that Allyson was looking after the girls and that they would get their turn later, if the girls had a thing about monkeys that was!

Everything continued as normal and we got everything ready for our trip, there wasn’t a lot of movement aboard the Medusa, but there were sounds of a pretty wild party, no doubt fuelled by drugs and alcohol and a few of Savage’s stable of prostitutes. That would make it all the easier for us to out think them when they did finally try and take control of Sweet Dreams. I felt it was safe for me to go down below and check on the ladies, much to the annoyance of Charlie and Winston and I found that they were all quite happy except for Veronica, who was in the middle of berating Allyson something awful,

“I’m sorry for any inconvenience that you may suffer by being kept down here, but trust me, it is purely for your own interests Miss.” I said, interrupting her tirade of abuse to Allyson.

“And who the bloody hell are you?” she replied acidly.

“I am just the man who might be able to prevent your slimy boss and his mates from taking over MY boat and selling you and the younger girls into the hands of some Arab sheik, or worse even! Captain Trevithick at your service Ma’am” I said sarcastically. At the mention of ‘younger girls’ I could see her hackles rise and she glared at me, a reaction, I must admit, not totally unexpected with the likes of her; and she did not like the fact that I had put Allyson in charge.

Apart from her attitude, she actually reminded me of an older lady I once met as a young petty officer in the Royal Navy. We had been on a goodwill trip, much like the one where I first encountered Savage, but this was in Germany, a port called Wilmshaven. This was the first visit from a British warship since the second world war and we were not sure how well received we would be, considering it had been an important U Boat base and consequently our Air Force almost blitzed it out of existence. Great lengths were taken to ensure that we would all be on our best behaviour and a dance had been organized in the local town hall, where a lot of the local dignitaries would be in attendance. I had been detailed to liaise with a lady from the embassy, to make all the arrangements and set the whole thing up. We met at the hall and introduced ourselves and I have to admit I was impressed by her smartly turned out appearance and her ability to converse fluently with the locals. She was from England, separated from her husband and had a son of about my age, also in the Navy. I found myself warming to her as the day progressed and as we were the only Brits in the place, we spent a lot of time together and when everything was finally in place, I asked her if she would like to join me for a drink. She readily agreed and suggested a little, out of the way place, where we would be unlikely to run into anybody from the ship. As we got into her VW Beetle, I couldn’t help but notice her short black skirt ride up her thighs, exposing a band of soft white skin above her stocking tops. Wow, stockings, I thought all women had switched to tights by then, but not the delightful Audrey, obviously. She made a halfhearted attempt at pulling her skirt down again, but to my delight, she didn’t quite manage to hide everything. She must have seen me staring at her exposed thighs, because she smiled at me and said that she was sorry if she was embarrassing me, but that it was very difficult in such a short skirt to keep her legs covered. I blushed at her comment and quickly looked away, but not before I caught her catching a glimpse of the growing bulge in my uniform trousers. I was aching to reach out and stroke her stocking clad legs, but somehow managed to resist the temptation and we made small talk on our way to the pub. When we arrived, she said she would have a small glass of white wine and that she would find us a seat, so I duly got the drinks and found her sitting in a secluded part of the room, away from the general hubbub of the busy bar area. We chinked glasses and toasted to the success of the forthcoming dance. Jokingly I told her, that I insisted she save a dance for me and was amazed when she seriously said that she expected a lot more than just one dance. She laughed at the look of shame on my face when I confessed to, not being a very good dancer and that really, I had been only joking. She then said that she hadn’t been joking and it was about time I learned and after finishing our drinks; she would take me home and teach me. On our way to her neat, one bed roomed apartment, I was amazed at how casually she exposed more of her legs, bearing in mind I was still only twenty one and had no experience of being in the company of such a sophisticated lady. I had a feeling that I was going to learn a lot more than just how to dance that night and I was not to be disappointed. As soon as we got in the door, she put on the lights and dimmed them, followed by the tape deck, as it was then, with some very slow, sexy music, she got us a drink and we sat together on her leather settee. She told me not to look so nervous and to sit back and relax while she got changed into something a little less restricting. I was taking in the atmosphere of her flat when she reappeared. Well! My eyes must have shot out of my head on stalks, she was standing in the doorway to her bedroom with the light behind her which outlined her body clearly through the black see through night gown she had put on. She had kept on her matching black bra and French panties, with her stockings and suspenders, she looked like she was straight from the underwear section of a home shopping catalogue. She held out her arms to me and said, ‘Let’s dance Frank’ When I awkwardly took her in my arms, she expertly adjusted my positioning until we felt comfortable together and then we danced, her keeping me right until she felt I was making the correct moves and then she relaxed against me. Her hair smelt wonderful as her head rested on my shoulder and I could feel my cock rising quickly. I know she did too, because she gently changed her stance until her pelvis was pressing against me and she began to slowly rotate against my hardness. Oh God I thought I had gone to heaven, but that was still to come. She took one of my hands and placed it onto one of her full soft breasts and told me to stroke it gently. I did as I was told and she did something behind her back and the bra slipped away to reveal her dark brown and very erect nipples, which I instinctively suckled upon. It was time to sit down again and she led me over to the sofa and sat me down. I watched in fascination as she removed her negligee and her panties, to stand in front of me in just her stockings and suspenders. Looking down at me she began to run her hands all over her lush body, teasing and pulling until she was quivering with lust. On her command, I stood up and she undressed me too, touching my cock and even taking a drop of my pre cum on her fingertip and looking into my eyes, she sucked it clean. I nearly exploded when she first touched me, but somehow I managed to hold back and she just smiled, sat me down again; spread my legs apart and she knelt between them. I then received the first and most memorable blow job of my young life, she knew I would not hold out long, just as, she knew that at twenty one I would be ready again, in no time at all. She sucked me dry and swallowed my creamy spunk, before my eyes. That night we did things that I had only read about in pornographic books and magazines and I can honestly say that she completed my education and a very willing pupil I was too.

“Well Cleverdick, or whatever you call yourself, I am not happy and I put all the blame on Allyson. She was obviously taken in by your charm, you will find me a lot more difficult to convince!” Veronica said menacingly.

“Well Miz, and I call you that because I assume you are single and to be quite honest, I am not surprised. I am not about to try and convince you of anything. You agree by my rules or, you can go find someone who will put up with your likes and dislikes. Yes, I am on hire to the Clarke organization, but on my terms, not yours. Now go to your quarters like a good little girl or I will have one of the crew take your luggage to the jetty and you can take your chances.” I turned to face Allyson and found her face a picture, no one had ever spoken to Veronica like that before and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry,

“It is ok Ally, she will vent her anger at me now, not you, so cheer up, we have everything ready for Savage when he makes his move. By the way, do you know how to use a handgun hon?” I said, holding her hands gently in mine.