1. The Island, Chapter 40


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Male / Female Teens, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 86.5, Source: sexstories.com

    face. “I was born in Maine, and grew up there until I was 18. I had a great childhood. I was a passionate sailor, and actually won a couple of regattas locally. Finally I had had enough of our cold, foggy corner of the world, and decided to head out on my own after high school.” “I got a job as crew on a sailing yacht for this rich guy who used to summer at Kennebunkport. I’m not bragging, but that was no mean feat for a girl in those days. But I was good, and good looking, so that helped. Those were the days,” she sighed. “I’ve got news for you, lady” I said. “You’re still good looking.” And I meant it. I wasn’t sure how old she was, but given that her hair was grey, I figured she must be around 60. You wouldn’t know it from her face, however, since she had terrific bone structure, and had a robust, outdoorsy look to her, with tan skin, and just enough lines at the corners of her eyes to give her character. Her hair suited her; if she had colored it I think it would have looked fake, like she was trying to be something she wasn’t. It was wavy and fairly short. Her cut must have been well planned out, because even after almost three weeks on the island it still looked elegant. Her body was amazing as well—thin, athletic, and muscular, with excellent muscle definition and no flab or jiggle to be seen. I hoped I would be in as good shape when I was her age. My sincerity, no doubt accentuated by the quick once-over I had just given her, must have been obvious, for she smiled ...
    brilliantly and seemed to relax a little. Maybe she had harbored some niggling feeling that Horace had declined her advances because she wasn’t attractive enough. I could have assured her that was unlikely. Her icy grey eyes, now glinting with amusement, peered at me down her patrician nose, and I returned her smile. “So where did you sail to?” asked Janie curiously. “Oh, where didn’t we,” she said. “Let’s see. First we spent some time in the Caribbean. We wintered over on Mustique, and stayed for a couple of months in the spring until the owner could take another break from his business and return to enjoy a little island hopping. Then he had us sail to the Med, while he returned to the states for a few months. I got to experience Italy and Greece, and Cyprus, too. In between his visits, we didn’t have to do anything but take turns maintaining the yacht. So we had a lot of down time. “I had a few flings with some of the crew, and a couple of swarthy, brooding local boys. It was a great time for a young woman with no attachments or cares. The next winter we had to have the boat in Fiji, so he could explore the South Pacific when the mood struck him. We were actually there for over a year, because he kept leaving and coming back. He really loved the place. I did, too. It’s magical. Have either of you ever been? Tahiti? Bora Bora? Moorea?” “No,” I said. Janie agreed. “It sounds wonderful, though,” she said wistfully. “It was,” Patricia said, reminiscing. “So much so that when the ...
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