1. Comfortably Numb Adventures: Company With a Purpose


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: captainfred, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    down to change and came back up in a stunning tie-dyed light dress that showed a lot of cleavage and, as she was not wearing a bra, silhouetted her hard nipples. “Nice dress!” I said, “Maybe we should take a few minutes before we leave to...” “What kind of girl do you think I am?” she laughed. “That, my dear Mandy, in the immortal words of George Bernard Shaw, we have already established. The question is, how often?” “Later, maybe. Now I’m starved. Get this dinghy fired up and let’s eat. You've raised my expectations.” “Aye, aye, admiral.” I gave her a huge plastic bag with a hole for her head to slip over her outfit to prevent her from getting sprayed. “Really?” she said, “it’s come to this, I’m garbage?” “It’s all part of the adventure,” I said, slipping the bag over her head from behind. I couldn’t resist stopping mid-way and giving her breasts some attention. I popped each out of the dress and kneaded them gently, pinching her nipples. “You have absolutely delicious breasts, I can’t resist.” “I bet you say that to all the girls. Now stop that and put them back where they belong. No, not in your hands, you pervert!” Maria Stephanos was the matron of Stephanos Restaurant. I had been going there for years and she greeted me like a long-lost son. She spoke no English and, despite having been in Greece for ten years, I almost no Greek. Her grandson translated and told me that his grandmother approved of my companion and hoped that I had finally found a good woman to give me ...
    offspring. Greek women often marry older men. Good country, Greece. We had wonderful fish soup, really fish stew, watching a few late arrival boats and several fishermen in their little blue and white boats leave. During the Ottoman period the Greeks were not allowed to display their national flag, so they painted their boats and houses blue and white instead. We got back to the boat just before dark, but as the hills on the east side of the anchorage were still glowing pink and yellow from the setting sun. The effect was magic. The beauty of the area always awed me and Mandy felt it also. I offered her some ouzo, the Greek anise drink. She asked that I mix it with water. I don’t really like it, but I had run out of Bailey’s and forgot to buy some in Samos. “Tell me about your husband,” I said as she reclined against me on the settee. “He’s a wonderful man, older than I am. I probably married him as sort of a father figure. Do you want to see a picture?” “Sure,” I said. She reached for her phone on the cockpit table and produced a photo. I looked at it and recoiled a little. “Is it my impression...?” I asked. “It’s not,” she said. “He looks just like me!” “He does.” “Is this a coincidence?” I asked. I don’t believe in coincidences. “No, it’s not.” “Are you going to elaborate?” I asked. “No, I’m not. You figure it out,” she said. “Hmmm,’” I said. “Hold me tight, I love your strong arms around me.” She almost sounded sad. “It’s so beautiful around here. I wish my life could be ...
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