I put my plan in motion to shed myself of my hot, sexy, slutty stowaway
34. I Love Nibbles
I was on a passage up the east coast of Florida, having started in Tampa Bay. After a stop in the Florida Keys for provisions and to jettison the mother/daughter sex toys that had hitched a ride, I was on my way again. But I ran into a serious problem. Not with my Love Boat. It was working just fine.
An absolutely gorgeous, horny, 20-something year old slut named Vista had stowed away on my boat before I left the Keys. So, what's the problem, one might ask? Hot young horny cunt, boats, bikinis, unlimited sex, drinks with little umbrellas. What's wrong with this picture?
She thinks she's in love with me. That, my friend, is the problem.
You see, I did the whole "get a job, get married, have kids" thing. Most unfortunately, I became a widower before old age. I decided to take my fortune, buy a boat and disappear. Live off the grid. Turn my dreams into reality. I became an itinerant vagabond, no ties to people or places. Anywhere there was 5 or more feet of water I could call home. A full-time live aboard slut did not fit into my plans. I had to find a humane way to get rid of her.
We hoisted anchor from our overnight stay offshore of Key Largo. I headed toward Miami. I was hopeful that I could offload young Vista somewhere in Miami. As we got farther offshore I had to keep an eye out for freighters and cruise ships. Although we weren't in the shipping channel, dozens of these behemoths all headed to the same Miami inlet that we would use: Government Cut.
I used my free time out at sea to search for a marina in Miami that hosted mega-yachts. My modest 40 footer is certainly no mega-yacht. My thought was to turn pretty little Vista's head in the direction of a sugar daddy. Move her from my tiny stateroom to the luxurious penthouse on a 300 footer.
I found what appeared to be a suitable facility just north of Government Cut, less than a mile from the ocean inlet. Critically, it was still south of the damned Julia Tuttle bridge where Interstate 195 crosses Biscayne Bay, connecting Miami Beach to the mainland. The Julia Tuttle bridge is damned because all bridges crossing the Intracoastal Waterway have to be at least 65 feet high OR open up. This single bridge is fixed and only 56 feet high. The vast majority of sailboats my size have 60 foot or higher masts. My Love Boat has, alas, a 60 foot high mast.
Anyway, this marina looked perfect. But how would I convince them to allow my miniscule Love Boat into their mega-yacht marina? As we motored into the busy Government Cut, dodging freighters and tugboats, I called the marina on the VHF radio. I told them that I was having mechanical troubles and requested emergency dockage. They reluctantly agreed much to my delight.
The marina was filled with jumbo yachts. My little Love Boat looked tiny in comparison. They had me tie off to their dinghy dock, reserved for small tenders and such.
Vista was nearly out of her mind. "Look at these boats! They're huge! There's so many of them! Where does all this money come from? Oh, my God! I think I just came in my panties!" This was the reaction I was hoping for.
I had my work cut out for me. There was nothing wrong with my boat but I had to make it appear so, and keep the ruse going long enough for Vista to get an invite aboard a big boat. Fortunately, it was late in the afternoon on a Friday. Nobody would even look at my boat until Monday. I had all weekend to work my plan.
This marina was decked out, designed to cater to the mega-wealthy. Although I have money stashed away, I choose to live modestly. I had grown up among opulent wealth and had consciously chosen to eschew that lifestyle. This would be fun rubbing elbows with serious money once again - the very lifestyle I had left behind and was avoiding.
"Hey, Vista. Put on a nice but sexy outfit and let's go sample the dining room. You hungry?" She scampered off to change and I donned long pants and a collared shirt. No blazer. Not sure I even have a dress up jacket anymore. It was the best I could muster under the conditions. I poured a drink as I waited for my bait to appear.
She emerged in a long dress, very low cut with a slit up the leg that didn't stop. And she had makeup on. Wow! She looked tantalizing. I have no idea why she had such clothes and makeup aboard, but, then again, I admittedly know very little about women. They work in uncanny, mysterious ways.
When we entered the restaurant, the Maître d'hôtel gave us a dismissive head to toe. "Good evening, sir, madam. Reservations under what name, sir?" I quietly explained our situation and suggested that we would be comfortable anywhere. He led us to a corner table near the end of the bar. As we crossed the room, every man with a pulse had his eyes riveted on Vista. She certainly was a head turner.
I had cast out the bait.
A waiter in a tuxedo appeared. "May I bring you something from the bar, madam? Or would you prefer to see our extensive wine list?" She ordered a pedestrian martini. "Certainly, madam. And what gin would madam prefer?" "Beefeaters will be fine, thanks." "And for you, sir?" I ordered my usual single malt scotch. "Would sir prefer our 15, 30 or premium 50 year aging?"
This was one of those tony restaurants where the men's menu had the prices listed but not the ladies. Vista looked at the menu. She got a very confused look on her face. "Sailor, I don't see any prices on my menu. Does yours have prices?"
"Never mind my little nymph. You just order what you want." I was willing to pay through the nose to offload my anchor. As I scanned the crowd, I noticed the men all secretly stealing glances at Vista, much to the chagrin of their female partners. She certainly was a looker and was attracting just the attention I had hoped for.
Eventually, one man approached our table. "Excuse me, sir. I don't think we've met. I'm Reginald Van Cleef" as he extended his hand.
I stood up and shook his hand. "I'm known far and wide as Sailor. Just Sailor. Pleased to meet you, Reginald. And may I present Vista, my daughter."
The look on her face was worth every penny this inflated dinner would cost. But she had no time to protest as Reginald took her dainty hand in his, gently kissing the back of it. "It is an honor and my greatest pleasure to meet you Miss Vista. You would do me a great honor if you and your father would join me aboard for an after dinner apéritif. I'm on Explorer."
I had a nibble.
Vista glared at me. The rage and humiliation in her eyes would have melted the polar ice caps. "Your daughter! What the fuck is that all about, Sailor? Are you pulling a fast one on me or what? And there's no way I'm going to his piece of shit boat. Did you see the way he looked at me? I know exactly what he has in mind. Let's just eat and get back to the Love Boat. This atmosphere is stifling and all I want is dinner and your cock."
"Calm down now. Don't create a scene. I may have taken some liberties calling you my daughter, but that's for appearance sake only. Just play along. I'm guessing that you're outrageous beauty will garner at least a couple more invites."
Sure enough, in the lull between our appetizer and main course, yet another man approached. It was nearly an identical exchange. I'm so-and-so, you have a beautiful and desirable daughter, join me on my yacht.
Another nibble.
By the end of our meal, I had arranged after dinner drinks on one yacht, lunch tomorrow on another, and dinner that night on a third. Now I just had to get Vista to play along.
When we left the restaurant, $400 lighter in the wallet, Vista aimed toward the Love Boat. I grabbed her arm, pulling her toward Explorer, the mega-yacht. "I don't want to go there. What, are you looking for a little 3-way tryst? Is that what this is about?"
"Vista, please. Just humor me. I want you to see how the 1% live. I think you'll enjoy yourself." Reluctantly she followed along.
A studly young crew member in a crisp uniform greeted us. "Miss Vista and Mr. Sailor, welcome aboard Explorer." He ushered us aboard and into the large main salon. Reginald warmly greeted us as a lovely young tart in a tailored yet skimpy outfit took our drinks orders. As soon as we had our drinks, Reginald looked squarely at Vista.
"Miss Vista, may I give you and your father a tour of my boat? It would give me great pleasure." Vista looked at me, her eyes asking what she should do.
I interjected "I think that's a lovely idea, Reginald. Would you mind if I skipped the tour and had a smoke on the aft deck?"
"Certainly, sir. Connie has an assortment of fine cigars if you desire. She'll show you the way and make you comfortable. And please. All my friends call me Reggie." Looking again at Vista, Reggie crooked his arm for her to hold saying "This way, please. Come with me."
I settled in on the spacious aft deck as Connie presented a humidor filled with an assortment of fine Cuban cigars. "Please let me know if you need anything else, sir." I pondered the stars and my drink and enjoyed the cigar as I kept my eye on Connie. The boat was huge and a tour might take a half hour at least.
An hour later with no sign of Reggie or Vista, I summoned Connie to the aft deck. Connie had the looks, the body and the presence of a well bred, high-class trophy wife. Exquisite makeup accentuating her high cheekbones, broad smile, perfect teeth and well rounded lips. Her professionally coifed hair hung in gentle waves to her shoulders. She sported a full chest, wearing a tailored top that showed just enough cleavage to make you want to see more. The hips flared from her slender waist in an even arc that melded into proportional thighs showing below her tight miniskirt. She made a very attractive presentation.
"Yes, Mr. Sailor. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Tell me, Connie. How long do Reggie's tours usually take?"
"Oh, it depends, sir."
"Depends on what? I mean, the boat is huge but I doubt they'll tour the engine room or the bilge."
She gave me a coy response. "There are many variables involved, sir. Like in any social interaction. Is there something I can do to help you pass the time until they return?"
I had absolutely nothing to lose by being bold. In an offhand, jocular way I casually suggested, with a chuckle, "Well, a blowjob might help."
"Certainly, sir. Right this way please."
I was stunned as she led me back into the main salon and to a private corner alcove hidden from view. She abruptly stopped, turned to face me and reached for my belt. She was on her knees almost before my pants had hit the floor. With my boxers now around my ankles, she took hold of my limp dick with her well manicured fingers around his base. Her lips and mouth engulfed all of him and she smushed him around in her mouth until he was ready for action.
Sliding her mouth onto and off of him, she gave a noteworthy rendition of fellatio. It wasn't the best blowjob that I've had, but it was well above average. She would only let him in as far as the back of her throat. No deepthroat from this trophy girl. Yet, her ministrations ultimately achieved their intended effect. I held her head still while I pumped my load into the back of her mouth. Several jets of my hot jism were deposited as a token of my appreciation.
Connie stood up. She then gave me a show, slurping, sucking and doing acrobatics with my cum load from her lips. When she was finished making it hang daringly from her mouth, sucking it back in, toying with it with her adroit tongue, she tipped her head back and let me watch as she swallowed it down her throat. This was followed by a sexy, wet, full-on mouth kiss, tongues intertwined.
It was nearly an hour later when the others finally reappeared. Vista was clutching Reggie's arm, her body pressed against his, her short hair a bit tousled. He had a satisfied look on his face and I noticed a tennis ball sized wet spot toward the bottom of her dress.
We walked back to my floating shack in silence. It was late and we went right below. Vista's mood had improved considerably since dinner. She was relaxed and had a glow about her.
As we shed our dress up clothes she said "That was nice. I had fun. I hope you at least got a blowjob from, what was her name, Carol?"
"Connie. Her name was Connie. How was your tour with Reggie?"
"Sailor, it's a huge boat. Very nice. And I have to confess that yes, he did come on to me." At this point she cast her eyes downward. "He easily overpowered me. I resisted, I tried."
Then she looked at me with those eyes, those magical, expressive eyes. Her look was a jumble of emotions all shooting at me simultaneously. Fear, delight, shame, satisfaction all rolled into one look.
"But once I realized how futile it was to resist, I gave in and, honestly, it was good. Not as good as you, but acceptable. I'm surprised that, after you, I could enjoy sex that much with someone else. But I did. There. I've told you. Now can I have some of your loving? Please? Please?"