Anchored off the shore of Key Largo, I spent the night with my newly discovered stowaway, Vista. I had gotten pretty drunk and had enjoyed some rousing sex with her.
I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I woke to find her holding my soft cock in her mouth. It was 4 a.m. Half asleep I mumbled "Wha ... wha ... what's going on?"
"I couldn't sleep. I'm too worried about what you're going to do with me. Having your dick in my mouth comforts me, so I just put him in there. You know, like sucking your thumb or something. You don't mind, do you?"
I was awake now. "Holy cow, Vista. You truly are a piece of work. But if he's already in there, might as well get it going." With my assent, she worked him up stiff in no time.
She was on her side propped up on her elbow. I held her head and started fucking her mouth. It felt good to have him stroking half way in. She worked her tongue on his underside and I got impatient. I wanted more. I wanted him deep down her throat.
I rolled, forcing her onto her back. I straddled her body, my cock in her mouth and began fucking it in earnest. With her head on the mattress and nowhere to go, I could pump him in as deep as I wanted. I'd take a couple of shallow strokes, then ram him in deep a half dozen strokes in a row. I repeated this taking deeper strokes every time.
My cock slammed into the back of Vista's throat over and over. Her mouth was so fucking sloppy, I knew that she was drowning in her own spit. I paused, allowing her to empty her mouth and catch her breath. Then, right back to it, fucking her mouth like there was no tomorrow.
It didn't take long before I blew my load. Vista was a trooper, taking it all, letting me pound her face, swallowing all my cum without any resistance or complaint. I withdrew my throbbing dick and fell to the side.
Vista hacked once or twice and cleared her throat. "Now that's more like it! Much more satisfying than holding your soft dick in my mouth while you sleep. How 'bout we make this part of our every day morning routine?"
"You’re teasing, right? You're just making wild promises that you have no intention of keeping just so that I don't throw you overboard. But I need more sleep now. We'll discuss this over coffee later."
Vista sounded hurt. "Sailor, I'm dead fucking serious. Just you wait and see." With that she rolled over turning her back to me. As Mr. Sandman carried me away to my dreams, I heard Vista quietly sobbing and sniffling.
When the sun started peeking over the horizon, I slipped out of bed. I paused to study Vista, still sound asleep. Without a doubt, she was physically perfect. Every time I looked at her I was taken aback by her ideal body. I thanked my lucky stars for being given the opportunity to sample and enjoy all of her splendors. I also cursed the gods for sending this siren to destroy me.
The smell of coffee roused her. She yawned and stretched, showing me just how ideal her young body really was. I couldn't resist. Seeing her body laying there stretched out was like a magnet. I fell on top of her using my knees to spread her legs. She didn't need much encouragement and she instantly opened them wide and raised them up in the air.
"Come on, Sailor. Come get some of this tight nooky. She's ready and waiting for you and she's hungry for some of your morning cum. She wants you, she wants you inside her. She's ready." Vista had her hands in her crotch holding her pussy lips open, a sexy, inviting look in her eyes.
I nestled between her legs and held my cock rubbing him up and down between her pussy lips. Holding myself up on my arms, I fucked her. I got to enjoy her tight pussy again. I got to look at her beautiful face with those big blue eyes shining upon me. The package worked yet again. I got to expel yet another load of my cum inside her.
"I told you last night, Sailor. Sex first thing in the morning is my heroin. I'm addicted. I don't think you believed me and your rebuff was a big disappointment. Maybe now you see. Maybe now you believe me."
I poured us both coffee. "Come join me topside. Maybe we'll see some dolphins playing while we talk."
We settled down in the cockpit. Of course, Vista sat right next to me, ensuring that her finely toned leg was touching mine. We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the early morning sights, sounds and smells of the Atlantic Ocean. The atmosphere enveloped us, surrounding us like a warm blanket. The gentle rocking motion of the waves and the sound of them lapping on the hull were relaxing, almost hypnotic.
Vista was a bit more impatient than me. She broke the silence. "This is heaven for me, Sailor. Being here with you, morning sex, afternoon sex, nighttime sex. Being able to please you. The ocean right here. The whole damn package is just right. I hope you like how I treat you. I try my best to anticipate your needs and satisfy them. Am I doing a good enough job?"
Ever since I discovered this horny little nymphette as a stowaway, I had been mulling over my options. I hadn't come to a firm decision yet. Maybe if I pulled back the curtain a little further she'd see something to scare her off.
"Vista, there's a lot about me you don't know or, at least, aren't aware of. I think you know how I feel about you. I haven't found anybody as stunningly beautiful as you are. You approach physical perfection in my eyes. And your sex - your willingness, your enthusiasm, your techniques, fuck ... your goddamn body, for Christ's sake! I give it all a chef's kiss *mwah*. We haven't been out in public much together so I don't know your social skills. And I haven't seen you be mentally challenged, so I don't really know how intelligent you are.
"But here's the other side of the coin. Yes, you're fucking gorgeous, a 15 on a 10 scale. But physical beauty is only skin deep and it fades over time. Some day you'll have wrinkles and loose flabby skin like everyone has when they age.
"As to the whole sex topic, you're exceptional. No complaints. But there are many, many other women out there with equal equipment and skills. You're not the only hot bodied sweet young thing out there. In fact, there are some older women who don't have smoking hot bodies who can perform as well as you in bed.
"Here's another thing you may not have considered. Vista, you're only in your 20s. I'm three times your age. Are you really going to want to change my diaper and spoon feed me when I'm 80 or 90 and you're in your 40s? Fuck no! You're gonna want to be out there having fun, fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry that comes your way.
"But here's the big piece you're missing. I'm a vagabond, Vista. I'm not one to get tied down to either people or places. I'm the definition of a free spirit. And don't even think about 'changing me'. I'm too set in my ways. Although the thought of keeping you aboard is appealing, the thought of who I might meet in the next port is even more appealing.
"Let's take a 'for instance', a hypothetical. Let's say that you stay aboard with me and we pull into a marina for supplies. I send you off to the grocery store while I go to do laundry. In the laundry room I meet a woman and we hit it off. She invites me to her boat and I spend all afternoon there fucking the living daylights out of her. I don't get back to the Love Boat until late at night, stumbling drunk, no lead left in my pencil. How will you react?
"Let's do another one. Again, we're in a marina, middle of the day. You go into town to do some shopping. I stay behind. I see our neighbor in the next slip, a hot teenager whose parents have gone into town. She's all alone, sunning herself on her foredeck in a skimpy little bikini. I invite her over and she accepts. One thing leads to another and we wind up down below. You return from your shopping trip to find a teenage hottie, bent over and I've got my dick up her ass. Again, how will you react?"
Vista's eyes were sullen. She sipped her coffee as she processed her feelings. Her lengthy delay in responding told me that she disapproved of these hypotheticals and was searching for a plausible way to rationalize them.
I remained silent, waiting for her to tumble to the reality of who I really was. I wanted her to make her own determination that it was futile for her to attempt to remain by my side forever.
Finally, she spoke up. "Sailor, you're right. Some of what you just said hadn't crossed my mind. But I think I can live with all that if there's some give and take, some mutuality. I mean, yes, I'm in love with you. But there are some times when I meet other men who get me wet just by snapping their fingers. The urge to enjoy their cock overwhelms me. If I allowed you your freedom to be with other women, would you allow me the same courtesy? I think I could live like that."
"Then, Vista, our entire 'relationship' would boil down to just sex. Me fucking whomever, you fucking whomever, us fucking each other. Believe it or not but there's more to my life than just jumping from one hole to another."
Once again, silence prevailed. Eventually she said "Sailor, I'm hungry. Maybe some food will help us through our dilemma. How about we go below, let me give you a quickie blowjob, and then we go get some food. Sound reasonable?"
"I'm all in, Vista. The only problem is that we're at anchor in the Atlantic Ocean a quarter mile from shore. As far as I know, Uber Eats doesn't deliver to boats this far offshore. And dropping the dinghy, rigging the outboard and whatnot will take nearly an hour. But I do like the idea of a quickie blowjob!"
"Oh, shit! I've never been on a boat just anchored offshore. I didn't even think about all that. Shit, shit, shit! Okay then, plan B. We go below, I give you a quickie blowjob and then you cook some breakfast. Deal?"
Once we got below, she wasted no time. She pushed me down so I was sitting on the settee and dropped to her knees. She fished my rapidly hardening dick from my boxers. As she stroked him up, she flashed her angelic face with those hypnotic eyes at me. She had a mischievous smile and a devilish look in her eyes. Her mission was to make me cum and I had no doubt that she would succeed.
It was just a quickie blowjob, too. Once he was in her mouth, she moved her arms around behind her. Using only her mouth, she pushed it down to my pubic hairs. Then out to the tip, repeating this over and over, going fast and solid. All the way in; all the way out. Watching her head service my cock this way was very stimulating and I didn't last long. She took my load in her mouth, sucking on his head as I squirted. Then she opened her mouth and let me see the results of her labor.
My milky cum was pooled on her tongue. She straightened up and pulled my head toward hers. As we kissed, she shared my cum with me, each of us having some to swallow.