The morning following my cruise with Sammie Van Roth and her mother, Ellie DuPont, I was sleeping in when the ringing of my phone woke me.
“Hello?” I answered sleepily.
“Good morning. Captain Cook?” asked a distinctively feminine voice.
“Yes, it is.”
“Uh, this is Amelia St. Clair. I was wondering if I could hire your boat for a cruise this afternoon.”
“Yes, Ms. St. Clair. We are available today. When would you like to leave?”
“I have an appointment at ten this morning but should be free by eleven and I could be at the marina just a few minutes later, if that would be all right.”
“That would be fine. Where would you like to go?”
“I’m not particular, Captain. I’m interested in a restful sail and seeing the sunset late in the day. Other than that, I don’t care.”
“Okay. I’ll be ready for you. Will your family be with you?”
“No, just me, Captain. My husband can’t stand the water and he’ll be buried in his work until late tonight anyway and there are no other family members.”
“Okay. I will look for you shortly after eleven this morning.”
I climbed out of bed, grabbed a cinnamon bun and cup of strong coffee for breakfast, and then showered. Dressing in my usual shorts, T-shirt, and deck shoes, I headed to the marina, stopping at the market to replenish my food and drink supplies.
Having cleaned the boat after tying up last night, there was little to do this morning except polish the night’s dew from the brass. I made sure the wastewater tanks were empty and then added fresh water for drinking at the marina office while I topped off the diesel tanks.
A few minutes after eleven, I watched a beautiful young woman exit a Mercedes in the parking lot and head to the dock. Sure enough she walked right up to my slip and stopped.
“Are you Captain Cook?”
“Yes, ma’am. You must be Ms. St. Clair.”
“No, I’m Amelia St. Clair. If you call me Ms. or Mrs., I’m going to be very unhappy. You can call me Amelia or Amy.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, holding her hand as she came aboard. “I’ll try to be more circumspect. I wasn’t sure if you were married or not.”
“Yes, I’m married. Does that matter?”
“Not really.”
“My mom told me about your services and I was intrigued.”
“Oh? Who is your mom?”
“Trudi Rockefeller.”
“Oh, yes. A very delightful lady. I have enjoyed having her as a passenger.”
Amy laughed. “I guess you did. Mom told me what the two of you did. She loved it. I suspect you did to.”
“Oh, yes, I certainly did.”
I showed her where she could stow the big handbag she had brought on board and then cast off, backing the big cat out of the slip and motoring out to the mouth of the harbor. As I was setting the course in the computer, Amelia joined me on the pilot deck and watched as the computer set the sails for our first leg.
Once the sails filled, we sat back on the bench to watch the small waves pass under the twin hulls of the catamaran. The boat seemed to scoot over the water, actually traveling faster than the wind itself. It was a great sensation to watch the boat cut through the relatively calm water.
“So, Captain, my mother tells me that she had quite a time on her cruises with you.”
“Really? She liked them?”
“Oh, there was no doubt she liked them. Anybody who’s around her very much could tell the difference in her attitude after she first met you. No doubt at all, Captain.”
“Well … I’m glad I could help. I have to say that she is a very … pleasant woman to be around.”
“To be in, you mean?”
I looked at Amy, to see a big smile on her face.
“Okay. She is a great lady to be in, if you want to put it that way.”
“Oh, don’t let me put words in your mouth. Say it whichever way you want to.”
“I mean it. She is a delightful woman. I love being with her.”
“Based on the way she gushes about you, Captain, she loves being with you too. And that is really why I’m here.”
“Oh? How is that?”
“Simple, Captain. I want to get laid.”
I smiled at her. “Surely that’s not a problem for a beautiful woman like you.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised. At least I don’t get what I want. Not as often as I want.”
“And what is that?”
“Promise you won’t laugh.”
“I promise.”
“I like … uh, I like it in the back.”
“You mean anal?”
“Yes, I like to get fucked in … my butt.”
“So … what’s wrong with that?”
“You mean you don’t mind?”
“No, ma’am. I like doing it that way too.”
“Really? So … will you do me that way?”
“Absolutely. Let’s go up on the cabin deck. Or we can use the state room bed.”
“I like doing it outside. Let’s use the deck.”
I followed her up the three steps to the cabin deck, watching her as she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her clothes. When she dropped her bra, I was pleased to see that her breasts were larger than I had thought, not as big as her mom’s but definitely a handful each. By the time she had shed her shorts and panties, I had a true appreciation for her magnificent figure. My cock had begun to grow hard at the first sight of her bare breasts.
As Amelia sat down on the deck mat, she pulled a tube of lubricant from her shorts and beckoned me toward her. I stepped over and then nearly lost it when she dribbled the cool gel on my cock and used her hand to smear it all around. I barely managed to suppress a climax and was fully erect when she finished. Then she spread her legs and smeared a generous amount in her anal valley and used two fingers to work it into herself.
As she was laying back, she said, “I’ve got this … hang-up, I guess you’d call it.”
I had already knelt between her legs. “Oh? What is that?”
“I told you I’m married. My husband will not fuck me in the ass. So … I save my pussy for him. But you can have as much of my ass as you can handle. Just don’t put it in my pussy, okay?”
I thought that sounded a little strange but if that’s the way she wanted it, I could live with that.”
“Okay, no problem.”
Amelia grabbed her ankles and pulled them back beside her head, lifting her pretty round bottom off the mat. Her puckered opening seemed to sparkle, just below the opening to her vagina. My heart rate had already started to accelerate as I looked at my target.
Slowly I moved forward, pointing my probe down until it was aimed at her anus. When I made contact with her, I glanced up at Amelia’s face. She smiled and nodded slightly so I applied a little pressure. Even though that is one of the strongest muscles of the human body, Amy seemed to be prepared; the little ring of muscle began to expand as I eased forward, and without an undue amount of effort, my mushroom head popped inside of her.
For an instant, there was a look of pain across her face but it didn’t last but a split second. Then she nodded again for me to continue. I began working into her bowels, little by little. After several minutes, it was gratifying when my balls slapped against her cheeks as her anus grasped my root.