Literotic asexstories – Veronique Goes Sailing Ch. 02 by Mingemuncher
As we sailed out of Tryphena Harbour, I looked back and could see Tony’s van disappearing up the road to his house. I almost felt sorry for Max; I guessed he would get a roasting from Valerie while he waited at their place before leaving for his flight. I turned and asked Ryker when they had decided to fly Max out. He replied that it was all sorted out after Valerie had spoken to me the previous evening.
“Valerie was taken with you, calls you her little le farfadet. Which I thought meant Leprechaun, but she tells me you are her special little elf. She gave Aaron and me hell for not calling out Max.”
He adjusted the heading of the yacht, then nodded to Aaron, sitting opposite me.
“But we would have sorted him, wouldn’t we? We knew the second you stepped aboard he had lied to us.”
Then he gave a great big grin, “But now that we have heard that you’re going to gang-bang us for the rest of the weekend, I’m thinking maybe we read you wrong?”
I coloured up, embarrassed, then spluttered and stammered that that would not happen. They both let out great guffaws of laughter, making me realise they were baiting me. The sun had risen, and the beers came out as it was warming up. I was handed one and sat gulping it down with the guys.
Ryker had me sail a couple of circuits around Cuvier Island as we passed, hoping to catch another King’y, but we had no luck. We did get a couple of Kahawai, but they let them go, as we didn’t have the means to smoke them onboard.
Lunch was more thick sandwiches, this time with the smoked kahawai that Tony had done for us. Again, the sandwiches were delicious and washed down by more beers. The trouble was, I soon was busting to go to the loo.
“Come on, exclaimed Ryker, you’re one of the boys now. Out on the transom with you, or are you going to behave like some posh little Remuera tart?” (Remuera, being the poshest suburb in Auckland)
“I’ll fall off!” I exclaimed.
Aaron stood and grabbed my hand, “Here, hold on, and I’ll show you how Valerie does it. Or would you rather Ryker showed you? He tells me you owe him a perv.”
I knew they were baiting me this time and didn’t react. Instead, I let Aaron guide me to the transom, dropped my drawers, and hung my butt over the back. I held tight to one of the stainless support poles for the barbecue and swayed with the yachts roll. Aaron watched with a big grin on his face.
“That’s fucking sexy, watching you pee. I hope you need my help every time?”
I said nothing but thought to myself that I wouldn’t be asking for any more help. I’d managed to pee on my feet, but with every roll of the yacht, a great surge of seawater washed them clean. On one big roll of the yacht, my whole bottom got soaked. Besides the cold shock, having my fanny washed out with salty water felt great. But I couldn’t help blushing red, with Aaron there watching me, even though it actually turned me on.
We arrived at Greater Mercury Island around 3:00 pm and dropped anchor outside the main harbour. The boys told me that if the weather blew up, we would come here and more inside the harbour. But the weather was so calm, and from the North East, they would dive for some scallops and then head to Peachgrove Bay.
Once the guys had their dive gear on and slipped over the side, I got my towel and went to the bow. I looked around and saw that there was not another moving thing in sight, so I removed my bikini top and lay back to sunbathe. It was so calm and warm that I fell asleep.
The guy’s quiet conversation woke me, and I sat up to find Ryker and Aaron sitting on the cabin top, perving on my tits. I rolled over but didn’t give them the satisfaction of making a scene.
“Good girl. No reaction, So you do realise we’ve seen plenty of boobs before,” said Ryker.
“But not many that compare to those young globes, though,’ replied Aaron.
“Come and help us grade the scollops; we have too many,” said Ryker.
I rolled back over and picked up my bikini top intending to put it on, but Ryker shook his head, “Don’t bother with that. Just relax around us and enjoy the freedom.”
It felt strange, but they had already seen them, so I thought, ‘What the hell’ and followed them to the cockpit, where the two swollen catch bags were stacked.
They must have had more than forty scollops in each of their catch bags. They gave me a perspex gauge that measured 100 mm and set me to sort out the largest forty scollops. The first smaller ones I went to throw overboard, Aaron stopped me and said we would distribute them out a bit father when we left.
“The bed has moved a lot since we were last here; it’s much further out, so we don’t want to drop them on the barren seabed below the boat.”
He gave me a bucket to put the small ones in. And he started opening the ones I decided to keep.
I watched him open one, then pop it in his mouth, a couple of chews, and he swallowed it. My face must have shown the disgust I felt.
“What? Have you never eaten a fresh raw scallop?”
“Oooh, no!” I responded.
“Common, you really don’t know what you are missing.” And he shelled one and then offered it to me.
I shied away, but he insisted, saying I had to try it before I could honestly say that I didn’t like them. So I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and let him place it on my tongue. My initial reaction was off revulsion at the slimy texture, but then I tasted the familiar taste of the beautiful scallop mornay Valerie had served us. Only it was fresher and stronger. Wow, I actually liked it.
“It’s alright,” I told him, “But I would prefer them fried. I don’t like the slimy texture of them.”
“That’s good. I’m proud of you for at least giving it a try.”
Once they were all sorted and shelled, we got underway. About fifty meters out, we dropped the smaller scollops overboard. We were dropping anchor forty minutes later, just off a beautiful white sandy beach. It hurt the eyes. It was so white in the afternoon sun. Aaron told me it was one of his favourite places, and the sand sang under your feet when you walked on it.
Aaron moved around, making the boat shipshape, while Ryker went below and started dinner. I wanted to hear the sand sing and asked if I could row ashore.
Ryker yelled from the galley, “Why don’t you swim ashore, it’s only a little over a hundred meters, and the sharks won’t be bothered with a skinny thing like you.”
I knew he was baiting me again, so I didn’t bother with a reply. I just dived overboard, topless! The feeling of freedom in the cool, clear water was exhilarating, and when I walked from the water up the beach, the sand squeaked with every step. I lay in it and rolled around. It was beautifully warm after the coolness of the sea. Aaron was right; as I moved on it, the shrill sounds were louder or softer, and you could almost make a tune from them. Standing up, I looked like I was made of sand; my body was coated in nearly pure white crystals.
I wondered what it would sound like to run on it, and I took off to the other end of the beach. My energetic run brought a volley of wolf whistles from the boat and rude comments about my bouncing boobs breaking my jaw. I just gave them the two-fingered salute and lay down to sunbathe. This life was truly incredible. I wished I could live like this forever.
Back at the boat, they didn’t bother with the dive ladder. Aaron just leaned over and hauled me from the sea as soon as I swam alongside. Dinner that night started with water crackers, buttered with avocado, and either the smoked kahawai, cheese, or ham on them. Then I was handed a rum and coke.
“You don’t have to drink that if you don’t want, I’m not trying to get you drunk, but it is a sort of tradition on the boat,” said Aaron. He then explained that they always had rum and coke each night when away, but never before 4:30 pm.
I took the rum. I had never tried it before. I’d only had wine or beer in the previous year or so that I had been drinking. It was delicious, and when I took my second gulp, Aaron told me to take it easy, as it was over 100-proof rum.
Then came the deep-fried scallops, with a potato salad and a green salad. I had learned the night before that Ryker loved to cook. I don’t know what I expected the food to be like on this trip, but I sure didn’t believe it would be this good. Next, Ryker opened a bottle of Rose wine, which they told me was only ever drunk when a woman was on board. There seemed to be a lot of rules to this sailing business.
By 8:00 pm, I was struggling; what with the earlier beers, rum, wine, and fresh sea air, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Finally, I excused myself, went to the bathroom, and got ready for bed. I took a bit of flack about wearing the shorty pyjamas my father had made me bring. But I was learning not to bite; I just gave them a condescending look and crawled into my bed. I expected Aaron to join me, but I was asleep before I had time to know if he even tried.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was daylight. I couldn’t believe it; I had slept for at least ten hours. I climbed out of bed and headed for the stern; I was busting. I hung my butt over the back, and had the longest pee, then came inside and put the kettle on the stove to boil some water.
Aaron came out from the front cabin, looking sleepy and slightly hungover.
I felt a bit miffed that he had not visited me in the night. I wondered if yesterday’s attention was a one-off.
“You didn’t come to see me last night?” I queried.
“You didn’t ask, and anyway, you were snoring so loud; Ryker and I had to go out on deck to finish our Rum.”
I saw by his grin that he was joking. I’m pretty sure I don’t snore.
By 10:00 am, we were breakfasted, tidied up, and ready to go ashore. Ryker had told me there were a house and garden here once. He said that when his father brought him here when he was little, you could see the remains of the house. But in recent years, it had disappeared in the undergrowth. However, he said, some fruit trees were left, and a couple of years ago, he had gotten a good feed off peaches and plums at this time of the year.
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