I work a deal with a hottie where, If I give her head, i get to fuck her ass.
17. Celine
After the girls left for work, I started in on the scotch. Wanting to get off the boat, I poured an extra large glass with ice and decided to tour the marina docks.
The marina was fair sized, about 100 slips arranged on 4 piers. As I traipsed down dock 1, I saw every kind of boat conceivable. From 20 foot day sailers to 50 foot ocean going craft. From 25 foot tugboat trawlers to 65 foot yachts on the T dock at the end.
Some boats were empty. Others showed signs of life but no one visible. A few had their owners on deck fixing stuff or relaxing in the cockpit. So far I hadn't spotted anyone who appeared interesting enough to engage.
Finally, on dock 3, I saw her. A 40 foot sailboat, much like my Love Boat, with a bikini clad hottie on deck washing her boat down. "Ahh ... the fun part of boating!" I called out.
She turned to me and, with a broad smile said "You're welcome to join in the fun if you like. As Mick Jagger says 'It's a gas, gas, gas!'"
"I've got my own fun on dock 2. You have a beautiful boat by the way."
"Thanks! I'm Celine. I'm about to take a break from all this fun. Care to join me for a cold one?"
"Love to. I'm Sailor. Permission to come aboard?"
She emerged from down below with two ice cold beers in her hand, extending one to me. She popped hers and chugged the whole can in one uninterrupted motion. "Guess I was thirsty. Let me grab another." While she was below getting her beer, I heard her let out a loud belch. She laughed and called up "Excuse me! I don't normally act like the sailor I am around people I've just met."
Once settled in her cockpit, we exchanged stories. Who we were, where we were going. Celine was early 40s, divorced, one adult child living out west. She was a graphic designer, working remotely from her boat. As she put it, she was travelling "from there to here to there."
She was envious of my story, being retired already. "You certainly don't look old enough to be retired. You must have hit the lottery and just quit work, huh?"
"I didn't hit the lottery and my exit story, and my age, is not what it appears. And I must say that you certainly don't look your age. In that bikini with your toned body - well, you could pass for a college girl."
"I must admit that on the rare occasions when I do visit a club, all the young guys hit on me mercilessly. I've learned how to shut them down because I much prefer older men, such as yourself. They just have that savoir-faire, that sophistication, that wisdom so absent in today's youth."
She continued "This young generation would rather stare at their phones than engage in conversation. Such a pity, too. Their hard bodies, their stamina ... ooohhh ... it makes me wet just thinking about it. But the older men, they have that touch. These young kids just paw at you. Not a single one I've tried even knew I had a clit, much less where to find it."
I responded "We've just met and already I feel a bond with you. And I agree about the younger generation. The cute little teenage girls, with their tight bodies and tight everything else - well, they're fun, but with age comes experience. Empathy is totally lacking in the young ones. They have no clue what might feel good to their partner."
I did a bottoms up on my beer. Celine offered "Time for a refill? Why don't you join me and take a look around down below." Every boat owner jumps at the chance to inspect another boat, as did I. And I certainly wanted to explore "down below."
The layout was very similar to mine. The main salon had a table surrounded on three sides with built-in seats, the table lowering to form a bed. On the opposite side was a settee, wide enough to sleep on. A vee birth in the bow, a small L-shaped galley, a head and the captain's quarters aft.
She grabbed some cold ones and sat on the settee motioning for me to sit next to her. We sat together sipping our beers as an awkward silence fell over us. I could sense her vibes but they weren't strong enough yet to make a move. There was definite chemistry and attraction going on but it hadn't matured.
In an effort to hurry things along, I boldly asked "So what's your favorite position?"
She turned to me with an amused, almost thankful expression. "I was wondering who was going to make the first move. Good on you!" as she clinked her beer to mine.
"I like them all, but certain activities call for certain positions. I mean, for ass fucking, it's doggy or me on top. What are your favorites?"
"I like them all, too. I guess, being a guy I like to watch. Standing or lying on my back for blowjobs, doggy or reverse cowgirl for fucking. But, then again ...." I trailed off as I contemplated my next move.
She asked "What about giving head? Do you do that?" I blushed as I formed my answer.
"Yes, I love having my face buried in a wet pussy. My favorite is either on my knees with the goods at the edge of the bed or the 69 position with me alongside my partner."
Another awkward silence descended upon us. I sucked on my beer nervously. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally said "Proposition: If you give me head, I'll let you have my ass."
"Deal. Why don’t you lie on your back on the bed. Let me work some magic on you." She pulled her bikini bottoms off and shed her top. She lay on the bed expectantly, one hand caressing her groin, the other tweaking her nipples.
I disrobed and crawled next to her, my head at her groin. She parted her legs to reveal a clean shaven pussy, nicely formed with small labia just showing. I put my arms between her legs as she rocked her hips up slightly.
I began slowly, softly kissing her inner thighs. I worked from her knees up toward her vulva. I kissed, nibbled, licked and blew my hot breath on her sensitive inner thighs. As I got to her vagina, I kissed and licked her outer pussy lips, gently parting them with my tongue. I sucked on her inner lips and took as much of her into my mouth as I could. Her pussy was really wet now so I licked and sucked up her juices.
I used the fingers of both hands to spread and hold open her outer lips and licked the entire inside of her pussy, staying clear of her clit for the moment. I stabbed my tongue into her vagina, trying to tongue fuck her as I continued licking her slit from top to bottom. She was responding, twitching her hips and moaning ever so softly.
My tongue finally concentrated on her clit. It circled her now erect clitoris, rubbing and pressing against it as I pushed her hood out of the way. Her clit was of average length but very fat, very robust. I took it between my lips and continued to manipulate it with my tongue, pushing it side to side, circling it, smashing it against her frame.
She was fully in the game now. She started bucking her hips crying out "Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good! Yes, yes, keep doing that! It feels wonderful!" I kept her clit between my lips, squeezing them tight around it, then softly bit the end of it. She bucked hard and screamed "Holy shit! That's intense!"
As I kept up my assault on her clit, I used two fingers to penetrate her vagina. She was a sopping mess by now so they didn't have much trouble expanding her hole to accommodate them. With my one hand finger fucking her cunt and my mouth firmly attached to her clit, my free hand found her boob and started pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
She was bucking and grinding, she was moaning and groaning and she was wet as a rainfall. My fingers reaming her pussy were making an exquisitely sexy squishing sound as they rammed in and out of her hole. I gave her clit one last nip which sent her over the edge.
"Son of a bitch! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she squealed as her bucking hips shot forth a golden stream all over my face.
When she regained her composure, she said "My God that was an intense orgasm. Somehow the combination of everything you were doing had an exponential effect. I don't remember ever having such an intense orgasm. Where'd you learn to do that, Sailor? That was wonderful."
"I read about it in a book somewhere" I replied facetiously.
"Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll get some KY for my ass. How about we have a beer while I regain my senses. That orgasm kinda knocked me for a loop."
She pulled a couple of beers from the fridge and we sat on the settee. This time, however, she sat close so that our legs were touching. As we drank our beers she ran her hand up and down my thigh. Every few swipes she'd clutch my cock in her hand.
When our beers were empty, she glanced at me with a worried expression. "I only hope that my ass will satisfy you like you just satisfied me. I do exercises to try and have control over my asshole. I hope they'll pay off."
She grabbed the lube and got on all fours at the edge of the bed. She bent her head and shoulders down and reached around to lube up. Two fingers used, finger fucking herself. I watched, thinking this would open her up for me. She spread a liberal amount of lube on her anus. Then she grabbed her cheeks and held them apart to give me a clear shot.
Her asshole was small, crinkled up tight. I rubbed my cock around getting some lube on it, then placed his head against the target. As small and tight as it appeared, he popped right in. But when I tried to push him in further, her hole seemed to clamp shut. Either she didn't want this or she had one of the tightest assholes ever.
With some difficulty and a lot of forceful pushing, I got about two inches up her hole. My God, it was tight! I held her hips as I kept pushing, simultaneously pulling her hips back toward me. The tightness of her ass felt really good on my dick but it was a struggle to get any in and out rhythm going.
As encouragement I gave her some dirty talk. "That's it, baby. Nice and tight, just the way I like it. Tiny and tight. It feels so good clamped down on my hard cock like that. Your ass is holding on to him like it doesn't want to let go." I kept on pushing and pulling her hips back. Even with the lube I was having trouble getting any more than half of him inside her ass.
Finally I had enough. I wanted him fully inside, my thighs slapping against her butt cheeks. I put one foot up on the bed, leaned forward and just forced him in. As I did this, Celine relaxed her anus and he slammed all the way in. She gave a startled gasp but I was now on a mission.
With her ass opening up I began sliding him fully in, fully out. Now that I was in control, I just slowly fucked her ass. I'd send it in deep then hold it fully inside until the next stroke. In and out in a carefully orchestrated ass fuck.
"OK girl. Now we're getting somewhere. I love just reaming your ass slowly like this. Your groans tell me you like it, too. And I love watching my cock slip in and out of your asshole like this." I pulled him out to see her gape but her hole pinched shut instantly. No gape. I pressed him against her hole again and pushed, expecting him to slip right in. Major resistance just like at the beginning.
Thinking that this was some sort of game she played, I again put my foot on the bed, leaned forward and rammed him in hard. Again she gasped loudly. I decided to just have at it and started pounding her ass hard. I held her hips and thrust him in hard, fast and deep. Over and over, I pounded her. I was slamming into her so hard, her whole body was moving with each thrust and her tits were swinging around wildly under her chest.
I kept this up as long as I could. But watching my cock ram her asshole, seeing her body shake with each thrust, seeing her tits swinging around finally got to me. My dick shot a heavy load of jism up her ass in four big spasms, each delivered with a balls deep slam.
After dressing she thanked me for such a powerful orgasm. "I swear. I've never had an orgasm like that before. Sailor, you're welcome aboard anytime if you can repeat that performance."
"Well, thank you ma'am. I certainly enjoyed myself as well. If we meet again, I'd sure like to try fucking that nice wet pussy of yours. It tasted real nice and I'm sure that my cock would like a go at it."