Mom and daughter visit their new apartment. Daughter has fun with landlord's 10 inch cock.
14. Visiting The New Apartment
I had stopped in the Keys on my way around the Florida peninsula. I had planned a simple "bump and run": drop off my passengers and reprovision. But I couldn’t just kick them to the dock. I found them jobs, leading to their own place to stay.
I was so zoned out after my encounter with Ginger that I didn’t even hear Christy and Pam get home from work. The emerging sunshine and the birds chirping brought me to consciousness. I stumbled to the galley and started a pot of coffee.
My kitchen activities made some clatter and shortly Pam appeared. I poured us coffee and motioned that we should retire to the cockpit. Once settled, Pam went first. "I think we can move out tomorrow. Hilda said that her husband was putting the finishing touches on the apartment and we could move in. I'm so excited and thankful to you."
"That's great news, Pam. No offense, but I'll be glad to have my Love Boat back to myself. It's been an awful lot of fun having you and Christy aboard, but I guess I'm just too used to living alone."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying our coffee. When my mug was empty, I rose to go below for a refill. As I squeezed past Pam, she grabbed my leg and looked up to me with somewhat pleading eyes. Her hand slid up the leg of my boxers, finding her target. She seductively licked her lips and pulled him out into the morning sun.
As she bent forward, he rapidly became engorged, stiffening up nicely. She held him in her fingers as she took a good three inches into her open mouth. Her tongue massaged my frenulum for a minute, then she slid more of him into her wet mouth.
She gave me a gentle "wake up" blowjob, not a frantic "balls to the wall" one. She slowly worked him in and out, concentrating on my frenulum until the pleasurable feelings resulted in a cum dump. My orgasm was measured, my dick just spilling my jism into her mouth.
Once again, she made a point of having me see her tip her head back to gulp down my load. She held out her coffee mug. "More, please." Oh, yes! Definitely more, please!
As I was refilling our coffee, Christy emerged from her cabin, yawning and stretching. I would miss seeing this young nymph, her exquisitely formed body, her beautiful clear eyes, her perky tits. As she stretched, her arms extended above her head, her flat belly and wide hips caught my eye. Below, of course, her bare vulva showed only the top of her clean shaven slit.
"Good morning, Princess. Here's a coffee for you. And your mom tells me that you might be moving tomorrow. That's gotta be exciting."
"Yeah, whatever" she replied grumpily. "My life is falling apart. I got in trouble at work again. Something about too much flirting with customers. And moving will only make it worse. I'm comfortable here and leaving you will definitely not help." She plopped down on the settee.
I delivered coffee to Pam and excused myself. Returning to the main salon I sat next to Christy. She was obviously dejected, sending out downer vibes. I put my arm around her shoulders. "Maybe this will lift your spirits."
I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. She instinctively opened her legs enough for me to get my hand where it belonged. Using my middle finger, I ran it up and down her teenage slit. Soon her pussy lips parted and I could feel her wetness beginning. I worked my finger up and down, then inserted it into her vagina. A few strokes in and out, enough to get some pussy juice lube, then to her clit. As I massaged her clit she started moaning and shifting her hips around.
Within a few minutes of stimulating her clit and sticking my fingers up her cooch, she was panting. She placed her hand on the back of mine as if to say "don't stop, keep going." I continued working her privates, eventually getting two, then three fingers into her hole. Before long she had rocked her hips up so that my finger fucking could work it's magic.
I succeeded and she cried out as she shot a stream of piss. I love squirters ... I was going to miss Christy. Pam, hearing Christie's squeals, called down to us "everything okay down there?"
"Everything's fine, dear. I'm just helping Christy with an attitude adjustment. You'll thank me later."
Back in the cockpit, I enquired of Pam "So, what's on the agenda for today? Should we go visit your new apartment and check on the progress?"
"That's a wonderful idea, Sailor. I'm kinda curious myself. I have the address. Give me a few to get dressed and kick Christy in the ass."
The taxi let us off in front of a small bungalow. A wooden staircase went up one side to the upper unit. The upstairs windows were all open and we could hear a shopvac whining loudly. We rapped loudly at the door until a tall, skinny man appeared. "Hi. What can I do for you?"
"Hi. I'm Pam. I work with Hilda. Is she your wife?"
"Oh, yeah. She said she had a tenant for us. Good thing. Saves the cost of an ad. Would you like to come in and look around? I'm Roger, by the way."
"Oh, please, could we? That's why we're here."
It was a decent unit. Older and worn but clean, fully furnished, two small bedrooms and a larger room that served as living room, dining nook and a small kitchen.
As we looked around, Roger followed us. I noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off Christy. He was mentally undressing her from the moment she stepped in. And she noticed too, striking sexy poses and bending over at the waist whenever possible. Of course, her shorty sundress with no undies gave him a clear view.
"Hilda tells me you'll be OK but I'm a little concerned about the teenager" he said nodding toward Christy. "I know how they like to have lots of friends over and play loud music. The tenant downstairs is nice but she won't stand for raucous parties going on."
Christy stepped right up and extended her hand. "I'm Christy and I can assure you that I won't be having any raucous parties here. I'm really pretty quiet. I much prefer one-on-one interactions, if you catch my drift." She used her clear brown eyes in a look that could only be seen as inviting.
"That sounds right up my alley, Christy. I'm sure that we'll get along just fine then." As he said this, he rubbed his hand across his crotch stretching the fabric to highlight what appeared to be an extra long cock. Christy noticed and instantly excused herself for the bathroom.
Pam and Roger rambled on about rent and security deposits, cable hookup and trash day. Then Christy called from the bathroom. "Roger! Can you come help me? I'm having trouble with the toilet."
Roger left, leaving Pam and me alone. We sat on the couch and discussed her finances.
Christy had lured Roger into the bath under false pretenses. Once he entered, she closed the door behind him. Before he could react, she had her hand at his crotch, rubbing the silhouette of his cock through his shorts. Her other hand was unbuckling his belt.
With his shorts around his ankles, she was presented with a very long, very slender dick. She dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth. It was so long that she could only get the first six inches to disappear down her throat. After bobbing her head and gagging on it, she pulled up her cute sundress, no panties of course, and bent over holding herself up on the toilet bowl. She reached one hand around to hold her butt cheeks open, but Roger needed no help.
He stepped up behind her, spit on his hand to lube his cock, and guided it to her tight hole. Once firmly inside, he grabbed her hips and started pushing, adding two inches of penetration with each stroke. Christy was gasping as his long dick pushed farther and farther up her tiny cunt.
Eventually, enough of it was in and he pushed and pulled about eight inches in and out of her hole. Once in a rhythm, Christy was purring like a kitten. Roger went faster and faster until he jerked and spasmed as he came. When he pulled out, his cum juice spilled from her gaping slit. She bent down to wipe it up and cleaned his cock with her mouth at the same time.
Back in the living room Roger announced that he had taken care of the issue in the bathroom. "As you can see, the place is ready to move in. First months rent and a small security deposit gets you the keys."
Pam responded "That's great Roger. Can I meet you here in the morning? I'm counting on my tip money from work tonight. Say, about 10 a.m.?"
"That'll be just fine. I'll see you then."
Back at the boat, the girls got ready for work and I started drinking beer. Once they were gone I contemplated the evenings activities.