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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

yacht left after the season, I stayed behind. I got a job with a charter company, and sailed the islands for the next couple of years.” “That sounds awesome!” said Janie. “I’m so jealous of how you followed your dreams like that. I’ve only been out of the US once before this, and that was to Cancun.” “You’re still young yet,” the older woman said with a smile. “And we’re on a pretty amazing adventure right now.” “I guess you’re right,” said Janie, grabbing my elbow and holding it tightly to her. “I’ve told Dave that as stressful as this whole crazy journey has been, we’re not so bad off here. I’m almost glad it happened.” “So when did you decide to become a flight attendant?” I asked. “After a couple of years the charter company folded due to mismanagement. A friend of mine who was a pilot recruited me to provide cabin service for a small inter-island airline. It was all prop planes; some seaplanes, too. I did that for a year or so, then decided I missed the US. Some of my connections in the flying community got me hooked up with one of the major carriers back home, and I’ve been doing that ever since. I like it because I can choose my routes, and I get to see the world and meet new people.” “Does it bother you not having roots anywhere?” Janie asked. “Not really. I still occasionally visit my hometown. Since my parents passed away I actually own the house in Maine I grew up in. There’re still people there who knew me when I was a little girl. That’s enough roots for me.” ... “You’re a pretty remarkable woman, Patricia,” I told her. “Always chasing the next frontier.” “I don’t know about that, but I have been thinking about one frontier lately.” “What’s that?” “I want to try to build a sailing rig for the raft. We could eventually build a dugout sailing canoe, but that’s a lot of work. I figure we could rig some sails for the raft a lot easier and explore the area.” “That sounds like a great idea!” Janie enthused. “I agree,” I told her. “I remember seeing a smudge on the horizon from the top of the mountain and thinking it might be another island. If we had a solid boat, I bet we could get there.” “First things first,” she cautioned. “We need to practice how to make sails, and make them work on the raft. Once we get that down, maybe circumnavigate the island, then we can think about a real boat.” “Agreed,” I said. “How are we going to make sails?” Janie asked, a frown of concentration on her face. “The way the Polynesians do,” Patricia answered. “Pandanus matting.” “What’s that?” I asked, unfamiliar with the term. “The palms that we used to thatch the huts,” she answered. “We can weave strips of the leaves into matting, and then stitch them together into sails. I know how to do it. I was in a traditional sailing club in the islands. We made our own boats from scratch and raced them from island to island.” “That is so cool,” said Janie. “We can have a whole fleet!” “One boat at a time, Admiral Scarlatti,” I laughed. “I have a feeling it takes a lot of ...