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Roger has worked his way into the Caribbean on sailboats, now he's chartering for Lateenya, a smoking hot black skipper with a catamaran. She expects him to satisfy her in every way, as well as her female guests passengers. That isn't always smooth sailing. Some clients prove more challenging than others. But Roger is willing to do his best, giving them pleasure in every hole. When a couple come aboard to talk about arranging charters for swingers, he and Lateenya have to show them that they are willing to go all the way—hard and hot and bareback.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~Meeting clients at the airport is just one part of my job. It is the opening gambit in our attempt to create the right atmosphere from the moment of arrival. It follows a routine that isn’t supposed to vary, even when I am meeting and having lusty thoughts about hot women. The correct protocol is that I introduce myself as Roger, the first (and only) mate on the charter yacht Fantasy. First I politely inquire (without staring at their bare legs or other body parts too obviously) how their flight was, commiserate with them over whatever bad weather, delays or surly flight attendants they endured, while I help them get their bags, load them into our battered station wagon, drive them the short distance to the marina, introduce them to the Captain, and load their stuff in the boat. Captain Lateenya takes over from that point.Lateenya likes to avoid fuss and formality as much as possible; she likes things to run smoothly and flow easily, like the outgoing tide rushing down the beach. After all, people hire us so that they can let us take care of the logistics of life while they relax and go sailing…in that order, she reminds me, quite correctly. As an avid sailor, I know that I am prone to twisting those priorities around a bit if I’m not reminded. In the short time I’ve worked for her I’ve been amazed at how many people who charter a boat have no interest at all in sailing.You need to know, if you haven’t figured it out, that Lateenya is the incredibly sexy, long-legged Captain, owner of the catamaran Fantasy, and sole owner of the business called Fantasy Charters. She had this business package in mind when she first brought her beautiful 44-foot catamaran, which was built to her specifications in Maine, down to the islands. After working for other people, sailing their boats, she wanted to do her own thing, live her own sailing fantasy. Don’t we all? If you know that, then the name of her boat and business are fairly self-explanatory and obvious. Putting it quite simply, Lateenya really likes fantasies. And while she enjoys acting out her own fantasies, sometimes, when all goes well, I think she likes selling them, helping people explore their own, even more. Besides, fulfilling your own fantasies doesn’t typically pay too well.“The nice thing about selling vacations based on fantasies,” she told me, “the best quality, is that they promise everything and nothing at the same time. It is all titillation, as the marketing people would say. People develop a basic idea of doing something pleasant, like sailing in the tropics, into a larger image that appeals to them. All we do is sail them as close to that image as we can.”

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SWINGING AT ANCHOR

by

BLAIR EROTICA

© 2013 Blair Erotica

all rights reserved

This is the second book of four in the Fantasy Charters series. It can be enjoyed by itself and book one, Sailing on a Lusty Breeze, simply brings Roger, a young professional sailor, crewing and screwing his way down island from Florida to the Caribbean islands where he meets Lateenya.

Guests Arrive

Our client’s name was Trisha. An attractive, tall, dark-haired woman in her forties, one look at her clothes and bearing told you her story in a heartbeat, even at the rapid heart rate she induced in a susceptible guy like me. Obviously she was in business, probably as some kind of senior executive. She had the aura of power and a sense of needing to be in control about her.

Her trim figure and muscular legs suggested that she worked out regularly. Staying fit was happily in vogue and I wondered if she had a personal trainer. The net result was a woman with elegance, more than enough sex appeal, but an attitude that kept her somewhat aloof. At least that was my first impression, that she wasn’t the kind of warm and cuddly sort who loves to get know everyone around her, instantly learning everyone’s first name and chatting with them as if you’ve all been best friends for years. No. I guessed that she would be polite, never intentionally rude, but at the same time expecting the help to keep some distance and respect her some private space. I could do that.

Still, she radiated (and I sensed) the unmistakable, although subtle, emanations of an underlying sexual current that she radiated. I sighed. That hinted at better things. Watching her ass as she walked in front me I just knew sure that if you did manage to find your way past that reserve and into her bed, a person would find wild and pleasurable delights between those sleek and powerful legs.

Her companion had an entirely different air about her. My first impression was simply of a petite twenty-something with hair of indiscernible color and a look on her face that dared you to laugh about it. Adorned with a variety of bright colors that hair never is, you could imagine her hair’s natural color as being anything you liked. To further enhance the attitude of an attitude, two thin gold rings pierced her right nostril and a larger one graced her lower lip. They looked a little painful to me, but I’ve got to admit the effect provided a strong boost to the sexy factor as well. Of course painful and sexy are hardly mutually exclusive, so maybe that is the connection.

She was shorter than Trisha by a head and well proportioned. I admit to an aversion to fat people, but there is such a thing as a frame without enough meat. She had just the right amount. Maybe that is a physical manifestation of the warm and cuddly factor I was thinking of. Anyway, this woman was named Jean and her entire being suggested someone that you might describe more as being vibrant than elegant.

About the only similarity between these two women was that they both wore short sleeved cotton blouses, cutoff shorts and sandals and carried straw hats and oversized purses stuffed will as many of the various things tourists need as the airlines allow you to carry on. Well, besides that, as you have guessed, I thought they were both hot—sexy hot, although they showed in quite different ways.

I was meeting them at the old-fashioned airport that the government of the island loves to point out is an international airport. As it is the only airport in a very small country, the claim is a bit redundant, but the signage shows that they are very attached to that concept.

Meeting clients at the airport is just one part of my job. It is the opening gambit in our attempt to create the right atmosphere from the moment of arrival. It follows a routine that isn’t supposed to vary, even when I am meeting and having lusty thoughts about hot women. The correct protocol is that I introduce myself as Roger, the first (and only) mate on the charter yacht Fantasy. First I politely inquire (without staring at their bare legs or other body parts too obviously) how their flight was, commiserate with them over whatever bad weather, delays or surly flight attendants they endured, while I help them get their bags, load them into our battered station wagon, drive them the short distance to the marina, introduce them to the Captain, and load their stuff in the boat. Captain Lateenya takes over from that point.

Lateenya likes to avoid fuss and formality as much as possible; she likes things to run smoothly and flow easily, like the outgoing tide rushing down the beach. After all, people hire us so that they can let us take care of the logistics of life while they relax and go sailing—in that order, she reminds me, quite correctly. As an avid sailor, I know that I am prone to twisting those priorities around a bit if I’m not reminded. In the short time I’ve worked for her I’ve been amazed at how many people who charter a boat have no interest at all in sailing.

You need to know, if you haven’t figured it out, that Lateenya is the incredibly sexy, long-legged Captain, owner of the catamaran Fantasy, and sole owner of the business called Fantasy Charters. She had this business package in mind when she first brought her beautiful 44-foot catamaran, which was built to her specifications in Maine, down to the islands. After working for other people, sailing their boats, she wanted to do her own thing, live her own sailing fantasy. Don’t we all? If you know that, then the name of her boat and business are fairly self-explanatory and obvious. Putting it quite simply, Lateenya really likes fantasies. And while she enjoys acting out her own fantasies, sometimes, when all goes well, I think she likes selling them, helping people explore their own, even more. Besides, fulfilling your own fantasies doesn’t typically pay too well.

“The nice thing about selling vacations based on fantasies,” she told me, “the best quality, is that they promise everything and nothing at the same time. It is all titillation, as the marketing people would say. People develop a basic idea of doing something pleasant, like sailing in the tropics, into a larger image that appeals to them. All we do is sail them as close to that image as we can.”

Although that is basically true, it is never really that simple, and the quality of fantasies varies a lot. Watching some people try to live out a fantasy can be downright painful as it isn’t a skill that is taught, like using a computer, although it might be far more important.

The cruising, the sailing part, is almost always good. Lateenya and I are top-flight sailors and we sail a good boat. But she is right when she says that most people aren’t there for the sailing. You can generalize the customers into groups. Some people are content relaxing with a cool drink in a cool tropical breeze, or swimming in remote lagoon.

Other folks arrive with their head filled with thoughts of sex and sun. It might be romance, or just lust, but there is a definite erotic quality you feel when you are in the tropics, and a sailboat floating on a clear lagoon only enhances it. It is a pervasive turn on and the ones who choose to pursue that kind of adventure, who fall under its spell, are usually the most interesting—in many ways. Those people seem more alive. And I will admit that life suits me better when it has a lot of hot sex mixed up in it. One great joy of being a boat bum is the opportunities it provides to spend time with some interesting ladies in various stages of undress.

When I pulled up at the slip and they got their first look at the boat, Trisha and Jean seemed suitably impressed. And well they should. Lateenya insists that we keep the boat very nice. It is well maintained and always shipshape and classy. It is a lot of work, but it puts clients at ease and in the right frame of mind for doing all that relaxing stuff. They can see that we take care of things properly and their comfort and safety matter to us. And that is more than just marketing shit—it is the way smart sailors like to live and work.

These two looked right at home as they settled into the cockpit. Right at home and very comfortable in their new surroundings. I sighed happily. I was looking forward to spending the next week on a small boat with three sexy women. Of course, being near them didn’t mean anything would happen, but it meant it could, and I would stay close at hand in case I was needed. Or just wanted.

“Our fantasy is simple,” Trisha told Lateenya. She sat back, crossing her lovely bare legs (and noting with a smile that my gaze was caressing them from the other side of the cockpit as I schlepped their bags down to their stateroom and getting a closer look as I came back up) and taking the drink Lateenya offered. It was a mojito with an umbrella in it. Lateenya thinks it sets the proper mood. I find them a little sweet but they look and sound tropical as hell, so I guess she is right. You probably have noticed that I have a great deal of respect for my Captain. I should mention that I also find her a really erotic woman to be around. It’s quite a combination.

“The best fantasies are usually simple,” Lateenya said. “Simple is easier to realize.”

“Well, I am thinking of a quiet bay where we can get sun all over or swim nude without bugging or being bugged by people, watching a few nice sunsets with a peaceful drink, and then sinking into more quiet.”

I noted that Trisha’s description of the fantasy vacation didn’t produce quite the same blissful look on Jean’s face that covered hers. In fact, as she heard about all the quiet she would be enjoying, Jean looked just a bit out of sorts, almost as if she had sucked on a lemon instead of a sweet candy. I knew that could mean a lot of things, and unfortunately most of them didn’t promise a tranquil cruise.

I wondered what she wanted and if Trisha had bothered to discuss the agenda with her before they came. But this was an idle sort of wondering. In our business the client rules (and makes the rules) and Trisha was the client. It was her credit card that paid the bill and officially, Jean was her guest and along for the ride. If her opinion mattered, that was between them because we got our orders from Trisha. On the other hand, if we could find a way to please Jean without disrupting Trisha’s idea of perfection, we would do it.

With these swirling thoughts circulating in my head, I let my eyes caress her firm jawline and run down her slim neck, and then touch lightly over the lines of her breasts and the nubs of what seemed to be erect nipples under the thin tee shirt.

“Marnot Bay,” Lateenya said, rather predictably, but bringing me out of my reverie. She had looked at me when she spoke, intending to bring me back to the here and now, I figured, so I nodded eagerly, as if I had always wanted to go see Marnot Bay and hadn’t been there a hundred or so times.

Showmanship is important on a charter and especially when it comes to being enthusiastic about the destination. After all, if the crew isn’t thrilled about going there, what should the client think?

Not that I minded going there at all. It is a sweet place. I think that Marnot is the most picturesque bay on our incredibly picturesque island and that they probably invented post cards and digital cameras just so that people could send pictures of it home to make friends knee-deep in snow back home jealous.

Let me give you some reference points so that you understand the attraction of our island as a destination. (You can find this on Department of Tourism Web site, but I’ll save you the click.) This sweet island is located in the Windward Islands, which is the southernmost and easternmost portion of the Caribbean. It is home to gorgeous sunrises and sunsets, beautiful bays, and caressed by the loving touch of the trade winds that come from the East.

Even for this area, Marnot Bay is special. One reason we value Marnot over the other many picturesque bays is that it doesn't get crowded with boats except during the highest of the high season when all the other pretty places are overcrowded. And the reason is simple. Although it is a great anchorage, there isn’t anything there to attract most boaters—no fancy restaurants or stores. There aren’t even real bars, although you’ll find rum shops. It is pretty hard to find any place in the Caribbean without a rum shop. But if you are provisioned and looking for alone, most of the time it is a place that meets Trisha’s description to a tee—a safe bet for undisturbed tranquil times.

I have nothing whatsoever against tranquil times, especially when attractive females are talking about their plans for nude sunbathing and swimming. After all, sitting peacefully at anchor pays exactly the same for me, and it cuts down Lateenya’s expenses, since there is no fuel used (solar panels keep the beer cold) and no wear and tear on the boat. So you’ll never hear an argument from us when a client decides to use Fantasy