Sailing fun

 

As a sailor, I am excited about every invitation to go on a trip, especially if it results in lasting changes for my life and an unbelievable erotic adventure.
I modernized the network installation for a friend in his company and, so that ongoing operations would not be disrupted, it was carried out on three weekends from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. When everything was successfully completed, he invited me to his sailing yacht over the upcoming long weekend in Mallorca. He handed me a plane ticket with the words "We'll meet at the airport on Wednesday at 3 p.m., take Monday off too."

So we arrived in Palma on Wednesday evening and took a taxi to the Club Nautico in the port of Palma. His ship, a Beneteau Oceanis 461 “Lola”, was moored here. I set up in the aft and Hans moved into his cabin in the foredeck. In this owner's version there were only three instead of the usual 4 cabins. There was also a second wet room. The weekend promised to be very comfortable.
We ended the evening in a fish restaurant. Hans told me that from tomorrow his housekeeper and her daughter will accompany us on the trip and pamper us. "It would be a shame if we didn't just fill up the short time with sailing."
“Well, I don't mind preparing food. Your ship can be sailed with one hand. ”I commented.
"Well, let yourself be surprised," said Hans simply.

In the course of the evening I learned that Hans still has a finca here on Mallorca that originally belonged to one of his employees. He died in an accident at work and he took care of his family. Juan had inherited the finca from his parents and paid off his two sisters. After his death, his wife and daughter faced ruin with the burdens. He bought the finca, hired the woman as a housekeeper with a lifelong right of residence and rents out holiday apartments with hospitality on the property, almost like a hotel. The daughter has learned hotel management so that the finch is self-sufficient.

The next morning I woke up around 8:00 a.m. and the smell of coffee and fried bacon rose to my nose. "Hm yummy, a real skipper breakfast" I thought. I quickly got dressed and poked my head into the parlor.
Two island beauties stood here: Maria, a woman in her late forties, black hair about 1.60 tall and muscular, and Victoria, called Vicki, also black-haired, significantly taller but more delicate than her mother. Both wore gray sailing pants and bright yellow T-shirts.
"Good morning Robert, I'm Vicki and this is Maria" I was greeted in accent-free German by Vicki. "Would you like scrambled eggs or would you prefer a fried egg?"
"Scrambled eggs please," I stammered
"Please sit down, Hans has already got up and got the weather report, we can have breakfast soon" with a wave of the hand Vicki indicated a place for me.
After I slid over the bench to the seat assigned to me, Maria immediately gave me a large cup of milk coffee. “Thank you very much,” I was saying to Maria when Hans came over the companionway into the salon.
“The weather for today looks good. We have west 3-4, increasingly 5, mostly cheerful, for tomorrow the passage of a low foothill is announced. "

During breakfast together I learned that Vicki had completed her training as a hotel manager in Germany, France and Switzerland. The training was also co-financed by Hans. Maria also spoke German, although she sometimes missed the words, but that was absolutely sufficient for the conversation at the table.

“So!” Said Hans firmly after breakfast “the two of us clear the boat and set off. The backing for the next few days is in place and we just have to take care of getting ahead. ”That promised to be a relaxed weekend.
Hans and I prepared everything and Hans steered the ship out of the harbor. After we had passed the pier I took the helm and Hans set the sails. Furling mainsail and furling genoa are a comfortable thing if you want to sail like that for fun.
Our destination was the island of Caprera. A nature reserve which can only be entered with prior approval. There was a sheltered bay there, in which only a few boats are allowed to moor at mooring barrels.
So I headed for this island with a good wind. In the meantime our ladies had finished their work in the salon and a sherry was served. We toasted a nice trip and gave Rassmus the first sip.

The sun set itself against the haze more and more and little by little we took off our clothes. Vicki and Maria went below deck and appeared shortly afterwards in a bikini and a towel and climbed across the deckhouse to the forecastle. Vicki followed your mother and presented me with her firm bottom. She was wearing a string bickini! Both beauties lay down on the forecastle to sunbathe. Hans asked me if I had everything under control and, after undressing, lay down between the girls.
So I was standing alone at the helm and let my gaze wander over the ship and sea and was busy driving the waves. In the meantime, the bikini tops were taken off the foredeck and Hans put sun lotion on Maria and then Vicki. Naturally, he massaged the women's breasts. I was glad I was wearing baggy shorts because something in my pants started to stir at the sight.

After about an hour Vicki came back bare-breasted from the forecastle, smiled at me and asked: "Would you like a beer too?"
Without waiting for my answer, she disappeared below deck.
For the first time I had the opportunity to look at it briefly. Her figure was really first class, well proportioned and seamlessly brown. Her breasts were medium in size and beautifully pear-shaped. A short time later she reappeared on deck with two cans of 'San Miguel' in each hand and climbed back over the deckhouse onto the forecastle. She gave Hans two cans and slowly came back to me.
I struggled to concentrate on the sea and the waves.
When she got back to the cockpit, she opened a can and placed it in the holder on the steering column. “Would you like to take off your clothes too? I'll take the helm for so long ”I said yes and quickly went below deck to put on my swimming trunks. I felt safer in this, since my starting erection was once again offered (a) hold.

Back on deck, I stood next to Vicci and took a long swig of beer. I avoided looking at them.
"You sail well," I praised, "do you have bills too?" I asked.
“Yes, I got my sailing license in Germany and here I go on this boat almost every weekend. I'm the skipper for our guests on day trips, ”she explained to me.
“I still have a lot to catch up on! I haven't done that many miles yet. Once a year a trip and then every now and then a weekend on the North or Baltic Sea, "I replied. We chatted a little more about our trip experiences.

"I'm getting cold, I'll get a T-shirt," Vicki now said to me. The wind had increased and individual clouds were pushing in front of the sun. "Please bring me my T-shirt too," I asked her when I took over the helm. Her areolas had contracted and her nipples stiffened - a beautiful sight.
"You have a great figure" I started our conversation again when Vicki, now again with a yellow sailing shirt, appeared on deck. Only now did I notice that her thong was the same color as the T-shirt, together with the tanned skin it was an enchanting contrast.
"Thanks!" Said Vicki, handing me my t-shirt. "I also like what I've seen from you so far."
"I have to thank you, especially for the service here on board!" "But it's not perfect yet," she smiled at me and went back to the forecastle. Here she spoke briefly to your mother and all three came aft again.
Maria also did without the bikini top. She was really muscular. A physical work could be seen in her, with every step the tense muscles were clearly visible. Your breasts were significantly larger than your daughter's, or perhaps they looked different in relation to your height.
“Who would like a piece of cake?” Asked Maria and turned around in the companionway.
"Please," I replied, letting my gaze slide over her body once more.
"You like my mother?" Asked Vicki who must have been watching me. “Yes,” I said, “you inherited her figure. She is just more muscular than you. ”“ Yes, she ran the farms at Finka until my father's death while my father made money in Germany. After his death we could no longer hold the Finka. ”
“ I know Hans told me the story last night. ”I answer quickly.
“My mother and I are very grateful to Hans for that. He financed my training to a large extent and made it possible for my mother to live in your house again. Everything we do for him, we do voluntarily and because we have a lot of fun - you will see. ”She smiled mischievously.
Our conversation was now interrupted by Hans. "We're approaching Cabrera!"

The next hour was filled with maneuvers. This showed the well-rehearsed routine with which Vicki and Hans moved on board. We moored to one of the furthest mooring buoys. The rubber dinghy, which was hanging over the stern in the Davids during the journey, was left in the water and Hans and Maria drove it into the small harbor to a fisherman.

"Come on, let's go swimming." Vicki asked me now and took off first the T-shirt and then the bikini bottoms. "Until the other ships come we are completely undisturbed here," she said to me, folded down the bathing ladder and let herself slide into the water. With a few powerful kicks, she moved away from the boat lying on her back. "Come on, the water is wonderfully warm"
I stood at the wheel, a little indecisive, and watched her go. On the spur of the moment I took off my swimming trunks and jumped into the clear water. I swam underwater in their direction and reappeared a short distance in front of yours.
"You are right, the water is wonderfully warm". We swam side by side in a wide arc around the boat and Vicki told me about the island of Cabrera.
When we got back to the boat, Vicki asked me from the hatch in the transom to give her the mask and the snorkel. She wanted to look at the underwater ship. While standing on the transom, I avoided turning around. I took a shower in the outside shower and sat on my towel in the cockpit. I washed the salty taste out of my mouth with a can of beer.
Vicki had finished her dive and was now climbing the bathing ladder back on deck. While she showered off, she explained to me that there was a piece of nylon hanging in the log and that we therefore had no ad.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her shame was crowned by a small, short-cropped black-haired triangle. She climbed back into the cockpit and reached for the towel over the steering column to dry off. Vicki carefully dried her chest and stomach. Then she turned around and with the stretched towel she dried her back and then dried her legs. She leaned forward with her legs slightly apart and presented me with her bare labia.

This sight was too much for me and I got a neat stand that I covered with my towel. Vicki turned around again, dropped the towel, and came up to me. She leaned down to me and said "Thanks for this honest compliment" She pulled the towel away from my cock and pressed her lips to mine.
While she let her tongue circle in my mouth she jerked my cock with gentle movements.
I also explored your body with my hands and gently kneaded her breasts.
"Please pull my nipple firmly" demanded Vicki and acknowledged my pulling with a violent moan. “That makes me really horny. Lick my pussy ”she whispered to me and stood with one foot on the seat and the other on the deck behind me. As a result, her horny pussy was allowed right in front of my face.
I stuck my tongue out and licked her labia quickly once. Startled, Vicki gave a short squeak and then pressed her pussy firmly on my face. I split your labia with my tongue and looked for the way to your clit. When I found it, she backed away. I held her bum with both hands and literally sucked up her pussy. I dug my tongue deeper and deeper into her.
Vicki gasps and braced herself on the deck in time before she was shaken by a violent orgasm. She turned to the side and sat down next to me, breathing heavily.
"Wow, you are a gifted yummy, if you are just as good a fucker, then the weekend is also a reward for me." Vicki snorted.