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Lateenya takes a much-needed break to see lusty friends and party. She leaves Roger in charge of the boat and the charter business. En route she meets a sexy mystery man and goes to his shack on the beach. They screw furiously without exchanging names, then he goes to work. When she gets to her girlfriend Ginnie’s place she learns that she wants to watch her husband Serge screw Lateenya, and it winds up becoming a wild threesome.When Lateenya leaves Roger and Tommy waste no time convincing two lovely and lusty ladies they’ve met to take an erotic cruise, promising lovely, balmy nights and plenty of crazed sex under the full moon. The girls are even more adventurous than they expected and it leads to bareback sex in every combination.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~"So you are attracted to older women?" the tall blonde asked with a grin.As I returned her smile, she leaned across the small table that separated us with her elbow on the table and her chin resting on her hand as she stared into my eyes. The long and slender fingers of her other hand toyed with her drink, her bright red nails clinking against the glass.The question seemed foolish to me. After all, I had been doing my level best to seduce her for about an hour and my intentions had to be rather obvious. I danced with her, trying to monopolize her when the music seemed right for slow dances, I bought her a drink, and I gracefully let her buy me one. I had stared, with open admiration, at her body. As the evening wore on, I had touched her, cautiously, testing her reaction, at every opportunity as we talked the usual crap that you talk about with people on vacation.Vacation talk is vacuous stuff. No one really wants to spend the time talking about the lives they are getting away from, and don't have much else to tell you.So, yes, I liked, wanted this older woman. I thought I had been clear.I had learned her name, Brenda, and that she worked as some kind of manager in an office. An upmarket lady, probably in her late thirties, she was slender and tall, probably close to my six feet. She wasn't skinny though, and had a nice, sensual, shape. Although I liked her body, as it often is with me, however, the thing that drew me to her was the twinkle I saw in her eye. I saw a fire smoldering inside, and when I see that, it excites me. I like to get close to women with fire inside as it makes for hot nights and smoky times.In a way I could understand her question. It was high season in this Caribbean resort town and the marina bar swarmed with delectable women, many seemingly unattached. There were a lot for a young guy to choose from and she had to wonder why I had homed in on her, but homed in, I had.The question, honestly asked, deserved an answer. "I don't pay much attention to older, younger, taller or shorter," I said. "I am attracted to sexy women. Soft, sassy women with attitudes. I am attracted to you. As far as I do think about age, I don't like them too young, looking like little girls, or too old so that they make me think of my mother.""How old do you think I am?" she asked.I laughed. "I don't answer questions that have no right answer. I won't fall into the trap of guessing your age but I will say you are definitely in your prime."She laughed this time and I let it trickle over me. It was a soft, gentle, pleased laughter. "I bet you get a lot of women with that line.""It isn't just a line," I said. "Sure, it is probably something a woman wants to hear, but I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. There are ways to be diplomatic, even seductive without lying."

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Full Moon Cruise

by

Blair Erotica

Book #4 of

Fantasy Charters

copyright 2013, Blair Erotica

Blair Erotica Books

All Rights Reserved

Summer ends, and autumn comes,

and he who would have it otherwise

would have high tide always

and a full moon every night.

— Hal Borland

Brenda

"So you are attracted to older women?" the tall blond asked with a grin.

As I returned her smile, she leaned across the small table that separated us with her elbow on the table and her chin resting on her hand as she stared into my eyes. The long and slender fingers of her other hand toyed with her drink, her bright red nails clinking against the glass.

The question seemed foolish to me. After all, I had been doing my level best to seduce her for about an hour and my intentions had to be rather obvious. I danced with her, trying to monopolize her when the music seemed right for slow dances, I bought her a drink, and I gracefully let her buy me one. I had stared, with open admiration, at her body. As the evening wore on, I had touched her, cautiously, testing her reaction, at every opportunity as we talked the usual crap that you talk about with people on vacation.

Vacation talk is vacuous stuff. No one really wants to spend the time talking about the lives they are getting away from, and don't have much else to tell you.

So, yes, I liked, wanted this older woman. I thought I had been clear.

I had learned her name, Brenda and that she worked as some kind of manager in an office. An upmarket lady, probably in her late thirties, she was slender and tall, probably close to my six feet. She wasn't skinny though, and had a nice, sensual, shape. Although I liked her body, as it often is with me, however, the thing that drew me to her was the twinkle I saw in her eye. I saw a fire smoldering inside, and when I see that, it excites me. I like to get close to women with fire inside as it makes for hot nights and smoky times.

In a way I could understand her question. It was high season in this Caribbean resort town and the marina bar swarmed with delectable women, many seemingly unattached. There were a lot for a young guy to choose from and she had to wonder why I had homed in on her, but homed in, I had.

The question, honestly asked, deserved an answer. "I don't pay much attention to older, younger, taller or shorter," I said. "I am attracted to sexy women. Soft, sassy women with attitudes. I am attracted to you. As far as I do think about age, I don't like them too young, looking like little girls, or too old so that they make me think of my mother."

"How old do you think I am?" she asked.

I laughed. "I don't answer questions that have no right answer. I won't fall into the trap of guessing your age but I will say you are definitely in your prime."

She laughed this time and I let it trickle over me. It was a soft, gentle, pleased laughter. "I bet you get a lot of women with that line."

"It isn't just a line," I said. "Sure it is probably is something a woman wants to hear, but I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. There are ways to be diplomatic, even seductive without lying."

She raised her glass to mine and the cold clink resonated with her smile. "I think we are going to get along fine, Roger," she told me.

"I hope so," I said. "That will make it a lot more fun."

"And what is your idea of fun? Dare I ask? Will you tell the truth?"

"My idea of fun would start with getting you out of that nice dress you are wearing."

She turned her head away and sipped her drink, seeming to watch people on the dance floor for a moment. "And is undressing me what you intend?"

"It is how I want to start. My intentions are focused on the fun part that comes after that."

"What about what I want?"

"My strategy for getting what I want is based on giving you whatever you want. I really prefer win-win games."

"And your intentions? I mean the part that comes after the undressing? I would like to hear specifics."

I smiled. "My intention, at that point, would be to fuck you in every imaginable way and then after we rested for a bit, do it all again, just in case we missed something.

She gave me a long, almost hard look and I wondered briefly if I had overstepped some line. There are always lines, and a lot of them come from personal history that you can't know. It happens. But after a moment she raised her glass, then drank her drink straight down, setting the glass on the table. Her hand moved over mine. "Then I suggest you finish your drink. It is too crowded for you to try that in here."

"In that case, I don't need a drink," I told her standing and holding out a hand to her.

She turned to look at a dark-haired woman dancing with a tall young guy. I knew him well. His name was Tommy and he was my friend and the brother of the woman I worked for. When Brenda caught the woman's attention, she waved and pointed at the door. The woman waved back over Tommy's shoulder.

"That's my girlfriend, Annie," she said. "We came on vacation together and I wanted to let her I was slipping out with you. If she doesn't find her own distraction she might get concerned."

"Good thinking," I agreed.

Outside the bar, it the cooling night air, she looped her arm through mine and looked up at the sky. "The moonlight is different here," she said, letting me hear a certain wistfulness creep into her voice. It was the soft regret that comes with knowing that you are in a wonderful place, but only for a brief moment. But she was right about the moonlight.

"It is different," I agreed. "But then everything about life is different here. That difference is what draws people to the tropics, especially the Caribbean. Almost everything is slower and softer here."

"Almost?"

He grinned. "The sunlight can be brutal at midday."

"And then?"

I laughed. "And then it is a good time to get out of the sun, maybe crawl into a dark room," I said, letting my voice go soft to make sure she didn't think I was talking about sleeping the afternoon away.

"That kind of pace it isn't conducive to a life that suits the ambitious, I'd guess."

She was right about that too. "It works for people who want to break out of the intense life for a time. But no, you wouldn't describe most people who choose to live here as ambitious. Most people I know have only a few simple goals."

"What sort of goals?"

I laughed. "Most seem to focus on finding ways to enjoy the moment."

Her arm squeezed mine. "And what are your few simple goals?"

"To earn a living and enjoy the wonderful things life offers, like moonlight and women."

"Women who are intrigued by young beach bums," she teased. "But there must be reasons for those differences. I mean, what makes the moonlight different?"

"Are you interested in a pseudo-scientific summary, or the romantic truth?"

She grinned. "Tonight, I think I like the idea of a romantic truth."

"The moon is the Goddess of love," I said. "She knows how life is here, why we are here. So she shines down on us a little softer, a bit more romantically than she does in other places."

"That is kind of her, but unfortunately, we won't have a view of the moon in my hotel room," she sighed. "Somehow I found myself envisioning you undressing me in the moonlight. Under this full moon."

"She isn't really full tonight. She is certainly big and beautiful and lush, not to mention sensuous, but when she is full, she sleeps in and doesn't wake up until the sun sets. Still, she is lovely tonight and if that is your wish, she could watch over us easily enough in my room," I said.

She laughed. "Really? And what kind of room do you have?"

"A stateroom. My room, the room we can use at least, is on a boat. A transparent hatch right over the bunk should let the moon smile right down on us. There isn't much space in that bunk though, so we will be forced to snuggle up together."

"You own a boat?"

"I wish. No, I crew on a boat. The skipper is off island. She had to take the ferry over to Beggar Island to see her accountant. She said she would stay a couple days and visit some friends, leaving the boat in my loving care. So we have it all to ourselves."

"I've never made love under the moonlight or on a boat," she said softly.

That sounded like a whisper of desire to me, so I slipped my arm around her slender waist and pulled her hips close to mine as I guided our steps toward the slip where Fantasy, Lateenya's 44-foot catamaran, awaited. Brenda didn't put up much of a struggle and floated along beside me, caught up in the night and the closeness of our bodies as much as I was. When we passed by the shuttered door of the Port Captain's office, I paused to kiss her. I wanted to taste her lips.

She welcomed my tongue with an open mouth and pressed her hips forward to let her crotch rub against mine. I was already hard, and she had to feel my cock press against her.

Then we walked again, with the last hundred meters to the slip seeming to take forever.

Brenda sighed when I opened the gate at the slip to let her on board. I will admit that a boat can be quite an erotic sight when it is bathed in moonlight. "You should see her at anchor on a night like this," I whispered. "The cockpit is an incredible place during a full moon."

"But she isn't full now? It is so bright."

I shook my head. "Two more days before she peaks and shows us her resplendent glory."

It was low tide and Fantasy's deck was a couple of feet below the pier.

"It's a bit of a step," she said.

"No worries," I said. I kicked off my sandals and pointed to her heels. "You need to take our shoes off. Those will wreck a deck." She grinned and put a hand on my shoulder for balance and took off her heels. I took the opportunity to get a better look at her slim legs, and then when she had her shoes in her hand, I jumped down. I held out my hand and Brenda took it, stepping carefully down onto the deck. As she came toward me, she put her arms around my neck and let me take her weight—her shoes bounced against my back. My hand managed to find the back of her thigh and slide gently up the stocking, moving up under her dress and over her ass. As she touched ground, she tossed her shoes onto a seat in the cockpit, and finally she stood on the deck with her ample breasts pressing against my chest. I kissed her as my fingers played with the crotch of her panties under her dress, working the damp fabric to the side and out of my way. She spread her legs apart and her mouth was open for my tongue.

I savored the embrace even as I tried to think what she might find the most erotic way to proceed. Boats, moonlight and sex were new combinations for her; perhaps sex with someone she had just met was new as well. She was clearly aroused and I wanted this night to be an exciting experience for us both. Ideally it would be one she would want to repeat while she was on the island.

Her leg hooked around mine. We broke the kiss and she looked into my eyes and I saw frantic desire. "Oh I am so hot," she said.

"Oh, yes, you are," I agreed.

"I want you to take me here, Roger," she said. I couldn't mistake the urgency in her voice. The woman meant right now. Romance would come later.

The cockpit offered few cushioned choices for coupling, as all the cushions were stored below decks. But comfort didn't seem to be as important as immediate gratification. I turned her around to face the pier. "Bend over and grab the railing," I said.

"Here?" she asked, but she was already bending forward and grabbing the railing, and I pulled her dress over her ass, exposing her white buttocks to the moonlight. She gasped as I yanked her panties down. Quickly, I dropped my shorts and brought my cock to her swollen cunt. I rubbed it between the dry outer lips and wet the tip inside. She moaned as I held my cock and rubbed it in her juices, spreading them around, getting her wetter and even hotter.

She pressed her ass back toward me as I worked my cock into her. Her movements grew frenzied.

"Fuck me," she demanded and I grabbed her hips and drove my cock in deep.

Her panting cry echoed my thrusts as I fucked her there at dockside. I heard her, felt her come and followed shortly after.

"So much for needing a room with a view of the moon," she laughed.

"We have that to look forward to," I said, picking up her panties and my shorts. "Here in port, the stateroom with a view affords a bit more privacy and the freedom to explore each other more wantonly. But let's have a drink and then I will show you the promised view. I guarantee that it warrants another sweet fuck."

"That has the sound of an offer I simply can't refuse," she said.

I pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it, along with her panties and my shorts, onto the table in the saloon. Naked, I went to fix us drinks at the wet bar. She stood in the moonlight that came in through the side windows, watching me. Even though we had just fucked, I was beginning to feel a stirring of life where it counted most at times like these.

"Looking at you, I think I am overdressed for the occasion," she said happily.

"Then you will have to correct that," I said.