Fucking the Deckhand - Mature Sex Story
Working as a deckhand on a yacht sailing the Queensland coast may sound like a great life to many and it certainly is. I’ve been doing it for years now, signing on in Brisbane to mom and pop yachts that come north to cruise up to Cairns and beyond and I wouldn’t change it for any other job.
Sure it might mean that I’m away at sea for much of the year but I don’t miss the nightlife that others might enjoy and I sure don’t miss out on pussy either. You wouldn’t believe how horny many of those older babes can be and even on a small boat there’s always a chance of some nookie when the old man isn’t watching.
Usually it’s just a quick bang in the cockpit while her husband is sleeping below decks but now and then it can be much more and the last cruise was one of those ‘much more’ times. I’d signed on in Brisbane as usual and was booked to go as far as Cairns with a couple who had sailed up from Sydney.
They seemed a pretty cool couple, he was in his fifties and owned a small engineering firm in Sydney and she was a rather hot looking brunette who was well into her forties. Despite being that old her boobs were still natural and firm and her body was fairly trim although she did have some stretch marks.
Stretch marks didn’t worry me and I hardly noticed them anyway because every time she wore a bikini a little curl of black pussy hair peeked up over the top of it and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. She caught me looking at it and gave me a sort of friendly sort of smile that wasn’t quite an invitation to go further but certainly wasn’t a frosty but polite ‘fuck off’.
She wasn’t afraid to go topless either and as soon as we cleared the mouth of the Brisbane River her top came off and the only time she covered her tits after that was during the evening when it was cool or when we were heading into port to drop her husband off.
And two days out of Brisbane we did have to drop him off at a little coastal village called Tin Can Bay. He had taken a call on the satellite phone from his business; some crisis had arisen and he was needed back there urgently. I thought that might have spelled the end of the cruise but he reckoned that he could fix the problem and be waiting for us by the time we reached Townsville if I was prepared to work with his wife and keep sailing north.
Of course that was cool with me, his wife was good sailor and we could certainly handle the boat between us. Besides, I was looking forward to spending some time alone with his wife. I’d caught the promise of something in her dark eyes as she glanced at me when her husband suggested that she and I take the boat on alone. Finding out what that promise might be could be fun.
When she came back to the boat after seeing her husband we wasted no time in heading back out to sea and she wasted no time in letting me see what lay ahead. As soon as I had the mooring lines stowed away she called me down into the cockpit.
Her top had gone and all she wore was a short wrap-around skirt with a split that ran straight up the front and hid very little from view. She had a chart open on the small table in the cockpit and beckoned me over to look at it with her. It basically showed that we had two options; one was to sail south for a couple of hours and go round Fraser Island and out into open waters before turning north.
The other option was to sail up the channel between Fraser Island and the mainland but it also meant that we would be sailing through some shallow water in the dark.
“Do you know the straight well enough to get us through there in the dark?” she asked as she half-turned towards me.
Her bare breast brushed against my arm and I heard her catch her breath. I looked down into her eyes and there was the invitation I had been hoping to see. I nodded slightly and reached over to the throttle lever and slowed the engine till the boat had just enough headway on her to stop from drifting.
We were in the channel and the way ahead would be clear for quite some time at that speed so I cut in the auto pilot and she was mine.
I sat down on the bench that ran across the back of the cockpit and she straddled me and knelt over me. Her ripe tits were in my face and I kissed and licked the smooth brown skin. She moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her hard nipples and my hands slipped under her short skirt and cupped her ass cheeks.
Her moan changed to a sigh as my fingers found her ass and began to play and probe and she gasped when my mouth closed over one nipple and I began to suck.
The foreplay was slow and sensual, I have fucked many an older woman and I knew how to please this one. A finger deep in her ass had her slowly writhing with pleasure, three fingers in her wet pussy had her gasping and riding them and when I found her G-spot she went rigid as an orgasm gripped her.
When I took her it was from behind as she knelt on the seat. I slowly eased my cock into her and felt the slight resistance of her tight cunt. The deeper I went the tighter it got until I was balls deep in her and my cock filled her
I withdrew and slowly pushed into her again. This time a low growl started deep in her throat and became louder as I began to fuck her harder and faster. In the end I was slamming into her with long driving thrusts that were pushing her out of the cockpit and onto the deck. With every thrust into her she would scream her pleasure to the world and with every retreat she would curse me and demand that I give her more.
Fortunately the waters around us were empty and our fucking went un-noticed. But the pleasure that both of us were experiencing could not be ignored. Her cunt was full of her pussy juice and it ran out over my cock and down my balls.
My head was pounding and every fibre of my body was screaming with an overload of pleasure but I was determined not to give in and blow my load before the bitch begged me to do it. Instead I concentrated on the curve of her ass and the way it rippled every time I slammed into her.
I focused on the feel of her skin against my hands as I held her down and fucked her. I cursed her for being a slut who needed to cheat on her husband and she just laughed.
“Give it to me you fucking bastard – you’ve fucked me like a whore so now give me my reward!”
I pulled her hips towards me and with one final thrust lost control. Again and again I pumped my cum into her as she laughed and demanded that I give her more. In the end I had no more to give her, my legs were shaking, my hard cock was deflating and I was finished. I collapsed onto the seat beside her.
She took my face in her hands and kissed me savagely.
“That’s what I want all the way to Townsville!”
And that’s what she got as we anchored in the straights overnight, out in the bay the next morning as whales played around the boat and throughout the warm days and cool nights all the way up the coast to meet her husband.