Ch. 24: Randy And Carla

Chapter 24: Randy & Carla

After being in a large marina and finally getting some cleaning done on my boat, I decided to cast off once again. Although the pool of sex partners was large, I was driven to expand my horizons. My partners, although very willing and satisfying, were becoming too routine; things were getting a bit too predictable. So, I cast off for ports unknown.

After clearing the harbor and back in open water, I really didn’t have any specific destination in mind. So, I just sailed “to the wind” as we sailors say. Within hours the shoreline had disappeared. Nothing in any direction except water. Ahhhh….

Cruising in open water has both benefits and some drawbacks. One drawback, exacerbated by being alone, is the lack of sex. In a harbor or marina, there are always others around and hooking up can be pretty easy. Out on the water, alone, not so much.

So, I’d scan my instruments to see if there were any other boats nearby. If not, I’d turn on the autopilot, go below and jackoff. I needed that release often. Sometimes out of boredom; sometimes due to my memories of such fantastic fucking, sucking, and groping recently had. But usually, every hour or so. Sometimes I’d pull out my dildo and have fun fucking my own ass. I like doing that. Such intense feelings!

After being at sea for a couple of days, I studied my charts. Found a sheltered harbor not too far distant. It had a deep-water approach and was near a smallish town. Perfect! As I entered the harbor, I saw that the few boats that were there were all on anchor. No mooring balls. Also, the docks at the tiny marina were all full and appeared to be in shallow water. I dropped hook and dumped the dinghy to go ashore.

The office was empty and it took a while before anyone came to wait on me. A young guy, trim and fit, in his late 20s appeared. Amenities at the marina were few but the dockmaster gave me the lay of the land of the small village nearby. Decided to sample their wares so I walked the half mile to “town”. Found the local pub and went in. It was mid-afternoon, the place was nearly empty, so I planted myself at the bar. A comely young lady, in her late 30s, early 40s approached.

“What’ll it be, Captain?” “A Bud and a menu, please.” She brought both and then leaned back, crossed her arms under her boobs, pushing them up as if advertising them, and began studying me. She stared at me intently, obviously making mental notes. I decided on a small pizza. As she took my order you could tell that she was a bit flustered. Maybe not flustered but clearly tweaked about something. She went to put my order in and I saw her on her cellphone, talking quietly, trying to be private. She began gesturing, animated, making a point.

When she brought my food and another Bud, she hesitated. She was staring intently at me again. Finally, she opened up. “Captain, I’m Carla” as she extended her hand. She was attractive, longer brown hair with bangs (oh, how I love bangs), rather large tits stretching to free themselves from her shirt and large, wide hips. She sent out that unmistakable “I want to fuck you and you’ll love it” vibe and I was hooked.

We tried some awkward small talk before she came on to me. “Look, Captain. We don’t get many like you around here. I feel your vibe, I love your look, and I’d like to take you home with me. I get off in a half hour. If you agree, there’s a surprise waiting at home for you.”

The look of astonishment on my face made her giggle.