“Hey neighbour, how ya making out?” I called over to Chantelle as she emerged from her vessel and stepped onto the dock.
She turned towards me and gave a little half smile… better I thought to myself.
“Oh, ah, good, thanks Doug.” she replied.
“Where ya headed?” I asked, continuing to conversation.
She looked over to the beach, then back to me, a slight frown on her lips, “Ah, just to the beach for a bit…” she replied but scrunched her forehead and frowned even more for a moment before a sudden calmness crossed her face, “Do you want to join me?”
As soon as she said it I could see the surprise on her face, it wasn’t something she would have done a few weeks ago when she’d arrived in the marina. In fact in those first few days she’d done everything she could to give me the cold shoulder and make it abundantly clear that she looked down on me.
Which wasn’t too much of a surprise, I was a least twice her age and out of shape.
From what I’d gathered she had been a model, married young… to wealth, divorced and “retired” to sailing around the world in the boat her ex had bought her as a wedding present.
There was little reason she’d give me the time of day let alone a second look.
At least that was before I’d attached my ultra low frequency sound generator to the outside of her hull right up against where her bed was. Most people never noticed the sounds it generated, but the few that did would never distinguish them from the lapping of the water against the hull. Chantelle had been no different.
“Sorry, I’m headed into town for supplies. Rain check?” I replied, not wanting to push things too quickly.
Disappointment, confusion, anger, then relief flashed across her face in quick succession and her half smile returned, “Ah, sure, rain check.”
She turned and walked away quickly, giving me a good view of her ass as she did so.
I smiled and tried to contain my excitement. Pushing too fast could be problematic, so taking my time was the best… if not the easiest, route. And I had lots of time, I’d talked to the dock master a few days ago and Chantelle was paid up for her docking fees for three months.
In another week that half smile would be a full on beaming, glittering, white toothed smile. She wouldn’t just stand there when I said hello, but come over and fawn all over me. She wouldn’t take “no” as an answer so easily, instead telling me how much fun it would be and intimating… more.
That’s when I would know it would be time to move forward with her, to take full advantage of the programming that was seeping into her mind each night as she slept.
Chantelle moaned as he fingers worked in and out of her pussy as she laid in her bed half asleep.
“Come on Doug… fuck me!” she said in a half moan, half whisper, half exclamation.
Her eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright in bed as her whole body quivered a little at the rapidly fading half-dream.
After a moment she fell back onto her bed and let out a sigh, “Fuck I need to get laid.” she announced matter of factly to no one.
It had been a while, she’d been sailing around for months on her own since her divorce, and even before that she hadn’t been intimate with her ex for a year or so. There had been a few one night stands here and there, but nothing that was really satisfying if she was honest.
When she’d arrived in port, she’d planned on staying long enough to meet some people and, if not settle down, at least settle in for a bit. Then Doug had come over and introduced himself.
She’d immediately had a dislike for him, though after several weeks, she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. In fact, that dislike had softened quite a bit to the point now where she was kinda interested in him, if only for a quick fix to her current sexual needs.
And it wasn’t like he’d turn her down, she knew she was hot, and wasn’t blind either. Doug had been openly ogling her since she arrived.
She tossed and turned for a while longer before drifting back off to sleep, but Doug remained on her mind well past when her eyes closed.
“Hey neighbour, what’s going on today?” Doug called out and Chantelle looked over at his boat.
A broad smile crossed her lips and she flashed her pearly whites at him, “Hey Doug!” she called out and wiggled her way over to where he was leaning over the railing of his boat.
She placed a hand on his arm and pushed her chest out a little as she tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder with a flick on her head.
“Just heading down to the beach for a bit. Trying to get rid of some tan lines, ya know?” she said and with her free hand pulled back her bikini top just a bit to reveal a fading tan line.
“Oh, that’s terrible… is the other one the same?” he asked and then reached up and pulled the other side of her bikini top over, but farther, revealing her nipple too.
She let out a gasp and then a little moan, “God yes Doug… it’s just terrible. And… and I’ve got other… tan lines too.” she said, her gaze dropping down to her bikini bottoms as she bit her lower lip a little.
“That’s just tragic… perhaps if I got a closer look I could help you figure out what to do about them?”
She blushed and nodded, “May I come aboard Sir?” she said with a glint in her eyes.
“You certainly may.” he replied with a wicked grin on his face.
“Oh god Doug, fuck me! Fuck me!” Chantelle cried out as she straddled Doug as he laid on his bed.
She was riding him cowgirl, his cock was deep in her pussy as she bounced up and down, and her hands were firmly on his chest. His hands were firmly grabbing her tits.
She rod him hard and fast, eager to feel him release inside of her, not really paying attention to his needs. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, it was just she was so desperate to feel him cum inside of her that she couldn’t think of anything else.
The first time he’d fucked her several weeks ago had been… life changing. It wasn’t just the series of massive orgasms that she’d had… though that was obviously part of it, but it was just how easy she came with him.
It was like night and day from her ex-husband, who had to spend a good hour getting her warmed up before she would orgasms. With Doug, she went from zero to sixty in two seconds flat.
She felt him take his hands off her tits and reach around and grab her ass, before she knew what was happening, he’d bucked her off of him, gotten her face down, and was slipping back inside of her.
“YES! YES! Fucking pound my tight little pussy with that big fat cock Doug!” she cried out, her arms and hands flailing around the bed.
Doug grabbed each one in turn and put it behind her back, eventually using a single hand to hold them in place. Then, with his free hand, he started slapping her ass in rhythm with his stokes.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and all that came out of her mouth where guttural moans and whimpers, until he finally released inside of her and then her whole world exploded in pleasure.
“Hello Sir, where are we headed today?” Chantelle asked as she sat behind the wheel of Doug’s boarding vessel.
“To the harbour master.” he replied matter of factly and she started the engine and started their journey.
He was standing behind her and she could feel him staring at her ass, which made her pussy tingle at the thought he might fuck her again once they returned.
She’d been Doug’s pilot for almost a year, ever since she’d transfered ownership of her boat and all of her assets over to him. After all, she didn’t need them, all she needed was his cock.
And Doug was quite generous with that, so it was only right that she earn it in any way he saw fit.
The trip was pretty quick and they were on their way back with a new birth for Doug’s boat, which was a pretty big upgrade from the one he’d had when she’d first met him. Not that his old boat wasn’t nice… just not this nice.
When the got back on the boat, Doug told her what slip they were to dock and and she guided the boat into port and docked it without any issues. Then she got to tending the other things she needed to for their stay.
She was up on the pilots seat when she heard Doug’s voice below.
“Hello there, I guess we’re going to be neighbours for a while.” Doug said and Chantelle walked over and looked down to see Doug speaking to a woman in the next birth over.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” the tall, thin, brunette replied as Doug held out his hand but with no return gesture.
“I’m Doug by the way.” Doug continued.
“Kimberly.” the woman replied curtly, then turned and walked away.
Chantelle couldn’t beleive Kimberly had been so obtuse, she’d never act that way to Doug!
A few moments later she heard Doug coming up to the pilot’s seat, “Hey Chantelle, is the scuba gear in good working order?” he asked.
She turned and flashed a bright smile just as he arrived, “Oh yes Sir, of course Sir! I had it recertified at the last port Sir.”
He smiled and nodded, “Good, get it out, I think I want to explore a bit of the port later tonight.”
She nodded and quickly headed down to the hold where the equipment was, never questioning what he was intending, only eager to comply.
