The Sailor’s Friend, a Charming Encounter with Celine

I’d finally gotten the Love Boat back to myself, having successfully settled my mother-daughter passengers into their new lives in the Florida Keys. Now I was free to do as I pleased, but I had to admit, I missed having two lovely companions on board.

I decided to tackle a load of laundry and a shower, heading to the marina’s main building to make use of their facilities. The laundry room was bustling with activity, but I managed to snag the last available washer and made my way over to Celine, who was folding her clothes.

“Remember me?” I asked with a charming smile.

“How could I forget?” she replied with a wry grin, and I shot her a wide smile in response.

“If you’re free this afternoon, I’m on dock 2, the Love Boat. You’re welcome to visit if you feel the need,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Thanks, Sailor. My ex-daughter-in-law is planning to visit. We’re still very close. Mind if she tags along?” Celine asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Heaven’s no. The more the merrier!” I replied, trying to hide my growing interest in her suggestion.

After finishing my laundry and shower, I headed out to grab some groceries and liquor, feeling a sense of freedom I hadn’t experienced in a while. Back on the Love Boat, I settled in with a cold beer and took in the sights and sounds of the marina.

As the afternoon wore on, I spotted Celine and a stunning younger woman making their way towards the Love Boat. The newcomer had a pixie cut and a round face with big blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as they approached.

“Howdy, Sailor. Permission to come aboard?” she asked, her voice husky and confident.

“Without a doubt,” I replied, smiling at her and Celine.

“Sailor, this is Vista, my son’s ex-wife. Vista, meet Sailor, the man I was telling you about,” Celine said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Oh, goodness! What a pleasure to meet you, Sailor. Celine told me all about you,” Vista said, her smile radiant.

“It’s all rumor and innuendo, only half truths, Vista. Don’t believe a word she says,” I teased, winking at her.

“Welcome aboard the Love Boat. Make yourselves comfy while I tend bar. What’ll it be, ladies?” I asked, grinning at them both.

As I returned with their drinks, the ladies were sitting together, leaving a space between them for me. I gave a short toast, and we clinked glasses.

Vista spoke up first, her voice sultry and confident. “This drink is delicious. You’re a fabulous bartender, Sailor.” She leaned in closer, her hand on my thigh. “And Celine told me that you have other skills, too.”

“Tell me, Vista, have you remarried since your divorce?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Nope. My divorce was kinda weird and I’m still trying to figure it out,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Kinda weird how, if you don’t mind me asking?” I pressed, intrigued by her story.

“Well, about a year after our wedding, Ted, my ex, lost all interest in having sex. Total celibacy. Nothing. He became a workaholic. We talked, went to counseling, tried everything to no avail. About six months into our sex blackout, I snooped on his phone to discover incriminating evidence that he was having an affair. With my best friend, no less! I hired a private investigator, proved the whole illicit affair and divorced him. Made out really, really well in the divorce settlement and now I’ve turned into a rich nymphomaniac. I’m doing my best to make up for lost time.”

Celine chimed in, her voice smooth and seductive. “That’s why I invited her to come meet you. After our rendezvous the other day, I just thought that you two might find some common ground.”

I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond to their game plan. “That’s an interesting story, Vista, and an appreciated vote of confidence, Celine. Before you get your hopes too high, I may have set the bar too high. I always fear not being able to bring pleasure and satisfaction to my partner. After all, Vista, I’m nearly three times your age!”

Celine added her own two cents, her voice husky with desire. “Dispense with those thoughts, Sailor! If you can perform at half the level you did the other day, you’ll make us both satisfied.”

I saw the game plan now, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. The girls had it all figured out, and I was happy to play along.

“Time for a refill, ladies. Join me below?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

As I made drinks, the girls settled in, Celine on the settee and Vista on the bed. I distributed the drinks and settled in beside Vista, facing her.

“Sailor, it’s a little hot down here. Would you be offended if I shed some of my clothes?” Vista asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Vista, aboard the Love Boat anything goes as long as it doesn’t involve violence or pain. And I would love to have you naked and comfortable. Have at it,” I replied, my eyes locked on hers.

Vista stood up, pulling off her shirt and bra, revealing large areolas and firm, erect nipples. She unhooked her tight Daisy Dukes and her barely there G-string, stepping out of them to reveal a toned, flawless body.

Celine, not to be left out, disrobed as well, and the game was on. Two naked ladies, waiting for me to ravish them.

I stood up, dropped my drawers, and told Vista to lay on her back. I wanted to start with a taste of her sweet pussy. I lay on my belly between her legs, my arms under her legs, and she spread them open, exposing her pussy, covered in thin, fine hair.

I licked her slit, tasting the wetness, parting her lips with my tongue. Her clit was generous, above average in both length and girth. I concentrated on her clit, eliciting hip wiggles, gasps, and groans.

As I worked on her clit, I slipped a couple of fingers up her cunt for lube, then pushed them into her tiny asshole. With my mouth wrapped around her pussy and two fingers up her ass, she responded accordingly, her hips bucking and her making loud noises of intense pleasure.

Celine joined us, attacking Vista’s chest, planting her open mouth on one areola, using her hand to pinch Vista’s other nipple. This seemed to be the right combination for Vista, who was now beside herself, writhing in joy and pleasure.

As Celine and I continued our attack on her privates, Vista nearly went ballistic, her hips bucking in rhythm with my fingers fucking her ass. She was screaming, crying, moaning, and whimpering as she was having multiple orgasms, one after another.

Finally, she cried out “OK, OK, enough, stop now, I’m gonna pass out.” We stopped, but I had a raging hardon that needed a pussy.

“Celine, on your back, legs in the air!” I ordered, my voice husky with desire.

She dutifully complied, and without hesitation, I jumped on her and smashed my hard cock into her wet pussy. I was jacked after having my face in Vista’s cunt, so it didn’t take long. I pounded into Celine’s hole hard and fast, my goal only to ejaculate, not to give her any special pleasure.

I pumped into her a few dozen times until I spewed forth a large cum load, filling her pussy. It drained out, running to her asshole, but nobody really cared.