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In Search of the Final Freedom - 30
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)

***

Bonnie and Misty go on their first "date" as adults 
with men they met on their trip. (MF, FF, inc, oral)

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Chapter THIRTY

The next morning Bonnie and Misty took a "water taxi" 
to the boat. Honore had told her it was an 16 meter 
wooden schooner built in 1952. It was big, but not as 
big as the San Dinero had been. But, it, she was so 
pretty. All polished wood and brass. The decks 
positively glistened in the sun. She could tell the 
pride that Honore had in this vessel. 

Once on board, Corin peeled off his shirts and began 
what appeared to be a well practiced routine. "Make 
yourselves comfortable," Honore told Bonnie and Misty, 
it will take a few minutes to get underway.

For Misty yesterday had been a leap into the world of 
adults, and today appeared she would most certainly go 
deeper. She was treated not as a teen, but as real 
adult. And for her the fact she and her mom to be 
invited by two men for a sailing trip was still just a 
bit much. Not that she wasn't' enjoying the feeling of 
being grown-up and independent; but it was just the 
sudden shift that left her off balance. And her mom, 
was treating her so different too. On one hand she 
liked being more a friend to her mother, but there was 
a feeling that the safety net had been removed from her 
life. If Mom was a friend, then who would catch her if 
she fell?

Misty had never been on anything quite like this big 
boat. Yacht? Ship? While the two men got the boat 
going, she pulled her little camera from her purse and 
shot pics. This her friends had to see this. The sails 
on the two masts were soon up and pushing the vessel 
forward. Honore changed course and the boat heeled and 
picked up speed. 

The big boat moved out of the bay more rapidly than 
Bonnie would have guessed. Much more quickly than the 
San Dinero did from what she could remember. She also 
remembered how quite a sailboat was as it moved with 
the wind. She stood next to Honore as he guided the 
boat out to the open sea, the coast of the island 
spreading out to her left.

Looking forward, the cabin was low, low enough to see 
over while standing in the cockpit. Misty had moved 
toward the bow. She stood holding a ratline to the 
foremast. Her very light linen dress billowing in the 
wind. She had bought several of these during the week 
and found them perfect for wearing over her swim wear, 
however tiny that might be. Corin was doing something 
with the ropes, but Bonnie did not know what. 

The boat had a waist high gunnels running around the 
whole length. Running down both sides of both masts was 
a sort of rope ladder she knew to be called ratlines, 
and where the ratline met the gunnels was a small step. 
It was on this step, holding on to the rat lines, Misty 
was perched. Down below her was the water slipping 
past, above her the mast rose holding the taught sails. 

A gust of wind caught Misty's dress and almost pulled 
her from her perch on the side of the boat. Misty 
watched in with no surprise when Misty's pulled the hem 
of the sundress over her head and jammed it between a 
cable and the hull. From the stern of the boat, the 
thin waist band of the new thong was almost invisible, 
as were the straps to the top. The young body was on 
display for the Honore. She was momentarily concerned 
that her daughters youthful beauty would make her look 
old and unattractive.

"Not shy as I would expect an American girl to be, is 
she?" Honore commented as they looked at Misty's bare 
backside.

"No, not my Misty." She answered in a mocking tone "I 
just don't know where she gets it?"

Bonnie was still wearing the button-up linen sundress, 
but it was very light weight, and given his height 
advantage. She knew full well Honore would have had a 
had a clear view of her bare breast under the billowing 
sundress, if she had not worn the top to the bikini. 
Should she have left it at home?. She became concerned, 
no alarmed that Misty was now not just her daughter, 
but… a rival. 

Her concerns about competing with Misty were allayed 
when Honore said "I think Corin likes her. But me, I 
prefer grown women."

Bonnie felt her tension ebb. 

For Misty, holding on to the halyard, watching the 
water and feeling the wind across her body was 
exhilarating. She noticed when she looked down that her 
bikini bottom looked more like a neon yellow waist belt 
than a bikini bottom as the center string (which passed 
as the bulk of bikini's supposed fabric) had pulled 
firmly up between her lips. As the fabric was soft, it 
did not chafe, so she did not try to pull it out from 
it's nesting place. In contrast the two inch wide long 
triangles that went from the bottom of her bust 
vertically tapering to the top looked positively full 
coverage.

By the time the island they had cleared the western tip 
of the island it was going on 11:00, the sun was high 
in the sky but when the boat turned to south to clear 
the headland, the sails cast a shadow on Misty, so she 
promptly hopped down, and went to the other side of the 
boat to bask in the afternoon sun. 

Misty couldn't help noticing that she clearly had 
Corin's attention, and she didn't hesitate to play up 
her poses for him. Clearly they had paired off, mom 
with the Honore and she with Corin. He looked to be 
like 25 or more. For all her precociousness she had 
never been with anyone out of high school. And he was 
hot, not in the Brad Pitt sort of perfection, but in 
the confident outdoorsman way. He was on the tall side, 
not muscle bound, but he was clearly in top shape. 
Though he spoke with a French accent, he was fluent in 
English. 

The yacht continued around the western head, and began 
to sail south west. Even with the steady breeze, it was 
getting a bit warm. At least that was Bonnie's excuse 
to shed the sun dress and lay out on the cabin roof. 
Looking up at the mainsail was fascinating to her. From 
her vantage point it rose up behind her head, holding a 
firm wing shape as the yacht plowed through the 4-5 
foot swells. 

She was surprised that neither of the men had man any 
sexual advances. They had sailed around half the 
island. Misty and Corin were chatting up on the 
foredeck and she had been sunning for the best part of 
an hour and not even an attempted ass grab. Very 
surprising indeed. 

Up front Misty was having a fine time. Corin was 
telling her of his life as a professional sailor. He 
worked for Honore when he was in the Caribbean and was 
also on the crew of a larger schooner that took groups 
for week long charter trips. Though he never made any 
come on comments, he was not very clever at hiding his 
appreciative looks at Misty's near naked body. 

Both Misty and Bonnie had hoped for a little more 
"action" but by 2:00 they were more interested in food. 
They had been gone all day with out a bite to eat and 
were beginning to think they would not eat until they 
got back to the Villa. 

Bonnie sat up and looked across the water to St. 
Martin. She could tell they had passed the Villa some 
time ago and were still sailing north-east; away from 
St. Martin. She stood, using the boom to steady 
herself. Ducking under the sail she was surprised to 
see they were approaching an island. A small and 
evidently uninhabited island. 

Honore watching her shouted "Tintamarre Island. We 
shall go ashore for a picnic lunch, it that's 
acceptable to you."

Bonnie did not hesitate to agree. She was, by now, very 
focused on eating.

He shouted something to Corin in French. Abruptly the 
younger man ended his apparently cozy conversation with 
Misty and resumed his well practiced sailor skills. 

Misty, more slowly stood, picked up her dress (on which 
she had been sitting) and sandals in hand, made her way 
to the cockpit.

"I doubt you will see anyone on this end of the island" 
Honore said "So you can leave the dress here if you 
wish, but you most defiantly want to bring your shoes. 
There are some sharp rocks." 

Misty said before pulling the sundress over her head. 
"It's not being seen I'm worried about, it's sitting on 
the bench of that little boat. My ass needs a little 
protection." Bonnie agreed and followed suit before 
they climbed down into the yacht's dingy.

They had sailed past a wide sandy beach with several 
boats anchored and continued around the north side of 
the island to a smaller, and significantly less 
inviting spot. The beach was small and rocky, with a 
steep rise behind. There were no other boats on this 
side. Corin had dropped anchor in the shelter of what 
could only be described as a cliff jutting out of 
islands side. 

Unlike the San Dinero's inflatable, the La Étole de 
Québec had beautify crafted wooden tender with the same 
teak and brass make-up of the larger boat. Also evident 
was this one had no outboard motor, though Corin's 
pulling of the oars moved it smartly toward the shore.

The small boat beached in the only spot Bonnie saw that 
was not rock. Honore and Corin both pulled on back 
packs and up the rocky assent they went. Bonnie was 
winded when they reached the top, about 70 feet above 
the ocean. It was a beautiful view. One way the waves 
crashed on the cliff and the other was completely 
deserted grass and scrub. Behind them St. Martin was 
very visible but as they walked east there was nothing, 
perhaps until one reached Europe or Africa. 

Bonnie couldn't help but remember the other time she'd 
come aboard a small boat to a deserted island. As they 
walked east, toward their apparent destination, she 
began telling the story of the luau with the people 
from the San Dinero. She had only made a few vague 
references to the last sailing trip she had been on, 
but now, though she condensed the story a great deal, 
it was still abundantly obvious that the last trip had 
been, to use her word "free spirited". 

Misty, after her mom had concluded added "I think Corin 
may have crewed on a few trips like that, but he didn't 
give me any juicy details."

Bonnie looked over at Corin, but he didn't bite.

"So?" Bonnie pestered

After a brief silence, Corin said "Yes, I've crewed on 
a couple of similar cruises. But of course, as a crew 
member, not a guest, I didn't participate."

Bonnie snapped back, "Your telling me that you never 
did it with the guests on the cruises you worked?"

Again he paused "I didn't say I had never been with a 
guest."

"Ah ha" Bonnie gloated "So?"

"It was always discreet. But, yes, some of the women 
have, what should I say? Sought out my affection."

"Now we are getting some answers" 

They continued to walk at the top of the cliff over 
looking the ocean.

"But usually not on the nude cruses." He continued 
"They tended to understand the difference between crew 
and guest. It is the more conservative women who have 
been the most persistently amorous. Again I say, very 
much out of the eye of the others and always when their 
husbands were not likely to show up"

Bonnie in triumph said, "So these the openly sexual 
cruses were better behaved than the stuffy ones?"

"Oh yes, most defiantly. And while I'm being 
forthright, I'll say some of the most prim and proper 
women have come up with the most creative subterfuges 
to get me alone. And if I yielded and they thought we 
would not be disturbed they are insatiable. They want 
all I can give and then some."

Misty moved closer to Corin as they walked and said 
"I'll go easy on you."

Bonnie however, pushed the point "So tell us about it."

Corin, evidently unsure of what to do looked over to 
Honore. 

"Go ahead, you can use the story I know you are 
thinking of" Honore told him, though neither Bonnie nor 
Misty knew of what he was speaking. After a moment 
Misty, who was now holding Corin's arm as they 
continued along the top of the cliff said "Now you got 
me curious. What is he talking about?"

Corin appeared to be getting his thoughts together 
before beginning. "You see Honore has another boat…"

Honore cut in "I'm only part owner, and I think it 
would classify as an authentic ship."

"The Belle De Jure, is a 112 foot brigantine based out 
of Nassau."

Again Honore cut in "That means that the fore mast is 
square sail rigged and the aft mast is fore and aft, 
ketch, rigged. It was built before Word War II, and she 
is quite a piece of Caribbean history in herself"

Corin continued "It's quite a handful to sail in a 
stiff breeze. It takes a crew of 5 to sail her and when 
Honore has skippered in the past few years, I am his 
first mate.." He paused, "Here I should start at the 
beginning. I have been sailing since I was a child. My 
family has a farm on the Isle de Orleans, just north of 
Quebec City. 

"In the summer I sailed nearly every day and by the 
time I was in high school I was sailing competitively. 
I received a scholarship to sail for Boston College, 
but after my second year I decided that was just not 
the life for me. I moved around crewing on several 
maxi-boats before I met Honore."

Honore added "A maxi-boat is a very large sea going 
racing sail boat."

Corin agreed "Oh, yes sorry I didn't explain. I met 
Honore in Perth, and as two Quebecer's we got on and he 
invited me to crew on the around the world trip. That 
was seven years ago, and I've been working full time 
for him since then. I said all that to say that though 
I crew for him, he is off doing his money making thing 
for weeks or sometimes for months on end. While he's 
gone I captain day and overnight charters on the La 
Étole de Quebec, mate for his the other co-owners on 
the Belle De Jure. and maintain both of them. It's a 
great life. Sun, sailing and …. " giving a lecherous 
look over at Misty and Bonnie ".. the most amazing 
women in the world."

Misty just smiled but Bonnie said "Oh, do we qualify in 
that regard?"

Honore answered "I can assure you that you do."

Bonnie took Honore's hand "I'll have to live up to the 
billing I guess."

Corin continued "Please understand that I was always 
very professional at work and even when women came on 
to me, I was polite, but refused. I did not want to 
jeopardize the best job in the world."

Bonnie looked to Honore who was standing at the edge of 
the highest cliff on the island. A hundred feet below 
the waves crashed on the rocks. "Don't tell me I walked 
all this way just for cheese and crackers?"

"Ah, but I brought wine too?" Honore chided, before he 
leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

She said "And condoms I hope."

"Several" he replied.

They had arrived at the place Honore had evidently been 
making for. Despite what she said, the view was amazing 
and the shore trip would have been more than worth the 
effort even if it were just she and her family. 

Honore and Corin began unpacking the picnic. It was 
Misty who chided Corin "OK, you've told all this 
background stuff, but no story."

"You are so right Misty. As I was saying I worked for 
Honore for over two years, and though I never lacked 
for female company on my own, at work it was all work. 
It was on one of the marine research trips we do..."

Honoree cut in again. I have a working relationship 
with the Marine Institute of the Memorial University of 
Newfoundland. We do a January trip every year with 
graduate students. As you can imagine most of their 
work is with cold water marine environments, here they 
are able to do close study of a warm water 
environment."

When Honore finished his explanation Corin continued. 
"Since I had been working for Honore, women had been 
coming on to me, but I had politely but firmly 
declined. But on this University tour I spent a lot of 
time with a very beautiful graduate student, but had 
kept my distance."

Once again Honore interrupted "And I watched with 
amusement for several days before I told him that as 
Mate, he did not necessary have to reject all offers of 
company. Though I did make clear that that only meant 
if a guest pursued him, and he was discreet. So, I let 
the young tiger off his leash, and I can be sure we 
have had more than a few guests happy I did"

Bonnie burst out "Ohh, we have a Don Juan here do we?"

"No, no, nothing like that" Corin protested before 
continuing. "But we have several amours encounters 
before the end of the cruise."

"What kind of lame story is that" Misty protested "You 
got laid by some college chick, BORING!"

"Again, you get ahead of me. I was going to tell you of 
a charter cruise we did last spring, a couple of months 
after the study cruse of which I was speaking. The 
Belle De Jure had been charted though one of Honore's 
partners for a family out of Ohio. There was an elderly 
couple, their son and his wife and their daughter and 
her husband and their two daughters and their, what I 
thought to be husbands, but latter found out one was 
just a boyfriend."

"They were pretty much your typical kind of rich family 
where the women looked great even into their 50's due 
to what I could only guess what expensive medical work. 
So both the middle aged women and the two younger women 
looked pretty hot, but only one of the five women wore 
a bikini, it was one piece suites for all the rest. 
Pretty conservative bunch I figured."

"The first few days were just the routine, except that 
one of the middle aged women had begun to cling to me 
and when no one was around began to make, what I'm sure 
to her, were very sexual insinuations. Like I said, she 
was in like her early 50's but very nice, so I flirted 
back. She was the daughter of the older couple and the 
two younger women were her daughters from a previous 
marriage."

"Our itinerary for these cruses tends to follow a 
regular routine. We sail north from Guadeloupe, where 
both the Belle De Jure and La Étole de Quebec have 
their berths, we sail up to St. Kitts and then back 
again, stopping at different spots depending on the 
interests of the clients. These clients wanted to see 
the Petite Terre Islands, which are a pair of nature 
preserve islands. Jaque, Honore's partner, was a friend 
of the family so he took all but me an this one woman 
out on the launch to see the sites. 

"She claimed she was just too tired to go but I figured 
she had other reasons, which as soon as the launch was 
out of site behind the island I found to be correct. 
See, I'm taking the opportunity with the sails down to 
do a little routine maintenance on the deck, when 
behind me I hear this woman. She's wearing a towel 
wrapped around her torso and she asks if I mind, while 
the others are away that she get some sun. Of course I 
said that was fine. Though I could see full well she 
was shaking, she looked me in the eye while she let the 
towel slide down.

"Of course I wasn't surprised, given what she'd been up 
to, but this was surely the most brazen thing she had 
ever done. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do, I 
doubt she knew herself, but I could tell after a few 
moments of her standing on the deck, nude, looking at 
me that she was about to loose her nerve. 

"I tell her that she looks great and quickly tell her 
that most women find the top of the cabin the best 
place to sun. She certainly was not the first woman who 
had their very first nude sun bathing experience on the 
Belle De Jure and I've learned the easiest way to get 
them relaxed, and stay naked, is to give clear but 
mundane instructions."

As he had been speaking, the blanket was prepared for 
their picnic lunch. A baget, a half wheel of cheese, a 
sausage, olives, a bunch of grapes and a bottle of 
wine. To Bonnie it seemed so very traditional and 
romantic. To Misty it was just another step out of her 
life as a rural Georgia high school kid to... well she 
wasn't sure. 

They sat and after they began to eat Corin concluded 
his story. "So, like I was saying, this woman lays out 
naked on the top of the cabin. She did look great. I 
would never have guessed that body to belong to a women 
with grown daughters, but I also wouldn't have guessed 
that body to be under those dowdy clothes and maillot."

Bonnie interrupted him "So, women with grown daughters 
should be old and wrinkled? So am I that ugly or is 
Misty just a baby."

He was caught off guard "No, no – you are very 
beautiful and your daughter is very much a woman. I 
just meant before that time I had never thought of... 
uh… mature women…. Like her… as sex partners. But I was 
mistaken. I assure you"

Bonnie let him know she was only giving him a hard time 
and told him to go on.

"I go back to my work, but she kept talking to me, and 
making hints that prompted more compliments about her 
appearance. She tells me how her first husband had left 
her years ago and how her new husband was nice, but 
just such a cold fish. And she told me how she had been 
imagining going naked at a beach for decades, but had 
never had the chance. After some time she must have 
gotten the nerve to ask me to join her sunning. Of 
course, the sunning turned to touching then to coitus. 
And she was voracious. We did it, then took a break 
then she was begging to go again."

"We almost got caught. I'd been keeping a look out, 
because I didn't know how long Jacque and the launch 
would be gone. It had gotten hot on the top of the 
cabin, so we moved down to the cockpit where I'd rigged 
a sun tarp when we anchored. We were in round three and 
I'm stretched out on the deck and she's riding me hard 
when she saw the launch, not a hundred yards away. I 
thought she'd have a stroke. She just laid down flat on 
me and kept saying "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"I get her to calm down, but not before the launch was 
close enough to hear. I got her to crawl around the 
wheel and down the companionway to the cabin. It was 
quite the experience."

Bonnie, was sipping the wine and asked "Did she corner 
you again?"

"Several times. When we get to St. Kitts we usually 
stay a day and a night for the clients to go shopping 
and clubbing."

Bonnie cut in, "Let me guess she wasn't' feeling up to 
shopping."

"No she went and to be fair, she didn't come back to 
the boat until past noon: with a headache."

Misty chimed in "Yea, an ache for your head."

"Something like that," Corin agreed. "The only thing 
was that Jacque was still on board. The first time she 
really surprised me was when after asking me if Jacque 
would be discreet, she insisted we do it in the solon 
with the hatch open so Jacque would hear and when he 
came by the hatch he would see us. And like before we 
went several rounds before her daughter came back to 
check on her. She was so into it, her daughter was on 
deck talking to Jacque. He was stalling them, but it 
was like she wanted them to catch her cheating on their 
step dad. As it was I literally had to pull myself free 
and dive into the head just as they came down into the 
salon."

Bonnie was into this "Misty has caught me doing it with 
other men, I think it's hot. So what happened?"

"Like I said, I got into the head just as they came 
down into the Solon, but she had no chance to get 
dressed. So I get as quite as I could and listen to how 
she will handle this. Remember, these aren't Parisian 
sophisticate, these weren't' even New Yorkers, they 
were from Ohio. From the best I could figure it was the 
girl who was with her boyfriend on the trip. She began 
laughing because it was obvious what her upstanding 
mother had been doing. After all she just covering 
herself with her discarded shirt. Her pants, bra and 
underwear were tossed around the room. The mother whom 
I had been with didn't even try to deny it but just 
said for her she had never, never done something like 
this before and begged her not to tell her husband. 

"The daughter tells her mom that her husband is a prick 
and was proud of her mom's courage. Then became shocked 
again when she realized it had to be me who her mother 
was with. The daughter pointed out that I was her age, 
before congratulating her mom again. Then she insisted 
her mom tell her what we had done. I couldn't believe 
it, but after hedging a bit and her daughter pushing 
she told her everything, not just what we had done that 
day, but the other time as well."

Misty asked "What did you do while they did that?"

"I stayed quite so the daughter wouldn't know I was 
there. I thought I would get out with out having to 
parade naked in front of her daughter, but after the 
mom had given a rundown of both of our little trysts, 
she asks her mom where I had gone. The mom tells me to 
come out, and I, unusually shy about being naked, came 
out and grabbed my clothes before hiding in my bunk."

"Did you do it any more with her?" Bonnie asked.

"Twice before the week was out. The next day the same 
daughter quietly thanks me for helping her mom wake up 
to her feelings, and tells me that she would help her 
mom to get together with me again. So the next night, 
I'm on watch from until 4:00 AM as we sailed south. 
It's about 2:00 and from the cabin comes the woman I'd 
been doing. She whispers to me that her daughter is 
keeping watch in the solon so no one would surprise us. 
As she is telling me how embarrassed that her daughter 
knows what she's doing, she's undoing my shorts. She 
gives me really good head while I kept one hand on the 
wheel. She kept it up for a long time. After a while I 
leaned over and told her that she'd better quit or she 
might get some in her mouth. She stops sucking to tell 
me she has never given a blow job until the man cum and 
she wanted to try it. So she did."

"And the other time?" Bonnie pestered.

"Oh, it was a quickie. We were on our last day, only a 
couple of hours from our berth. I was packing up the 
remaining food and supplies while Jacque had the wheel. 
Once again it was the same daughter, she comes down to 
use the head, but before going back up on deck, she 
again thanks me for making her mom's trip special, and 
asked if I could go to the cabin that she and her 
boyfriend had been using because her mom wanted to say 
goodbye. It was fast and very quite, but knowing her 
husband was close by but hadn't a clue I was fucking 
his wife was really intense." 

Corin paused for a moment, and then asked Bonnie "Was 
that the kind of story you wanted to hear."

"Oh it was very good."

Honore, who had been mostly silent for quite some time, 
said, "Now, Madam, we want to hear a story from you."

Bonnie thought that only fair and told the story of 
Miami Beach when she went upstairs and had sex, then 
came down and told the family what she had been doing, 
which was a segway to telling about her work with the 
FFF. 

As her mother droned on, at least that's what it seemed 
to Misty who had heard this a hundred times, Misty got 
up to look around. Just a few feet from where they had 
been eating, their was a sheer drop down to the ocean 
below. To her left the island of Anguilla just miles 
off but directly toothier front, the ocean beat at the 
bottom of the cliff with waves that had traveled the 
whole of the Atlantic. A steady breeze blew in from 
that direction, her hair danced in the currents. 

She decided this was too good to do with the sun dress 
on so she pulled it over her head and held it in her 
hand to fly in the breeze. She was one with the forces 
of nature. She just stood there, arms extended feeling 
the wind blow across her skin, just like she'd done on 
the boat, but here at the edge of the cliff was 
different. Both, were great. Though in her mind she 
knew her micro bikini hid nearly nothing, she just felt 
like she was covered, not part of the natural beauty.

She reached behind her to untie the top.

Bonnie like the two men had been watching Misty 
standing, hair and sundress blowing in the wind. She 
certainly wasn't surprised to see Misty remove her 
dress and moved to remove the top. After all she had 
been naked on the beach, why not here. She interrupted 
her discussion about the FFF and her work to catch top 
that her daughter tossed her way.

Pretending to be unconcerned with the attention the men 
were now giving her, she stretched out on the blanket 
to bask in the sun, her head resting in Corin's lap. 

Though Misty was seeking Corin's attention, and she was 
very aware of the life under the think nylon shorts he 
wore was stirring, she primary was relaxing, enjoying 
the sun and breeze. She considered pulling of the tiny 
bottoms. After all she could feel that nearly all of it 
had crept in-between her labial lips, there for being 
effectively out of Corin's sight. However, she did not 
take it off. Partially because she was too comfortable 
to mess with it and partly because she did not want to 
be too provocative.

That second reason become moot when, as her mother went 
on, and on, and on, she snuggled her cheek right 
against the firm shaft under the nylon. There was no 
mistaking it he was fully endowed. She, as 
unobtrusively as possible, slowly moved her hand from 
it's resting place bedside Corin's leg, up his thigh. 
She waited for a few minutes just at the leg opening 
before moving in. As she has surmised back on the boat 
he wore nothing under his blue Umbro soccer shorts, but 
his erection.

Her hand came to rest draped over the shaft. Her heart 
was beating hard in her chest. He sat attentive to her 
mothers discussion, not making the slightest 
acknowledgement of her actions. 

Ever so slowly she began stroking the shaft. It jerked 
suddenly and gave her a start. Her sudden movement drew 
the eyes of her mother but she also gave no indication 
she had seen anything unusual. As her stealthy actions 
were discovered she used her wrist to push back the leg 
of the baggy shorts and pulled the organ out in the 
open. 

It was every bit as tanned as the rest of him, and 
another first for Misty, he was uncircumcised. She 
investigated the difference in the feel and look of the 
extra skin of which she had no experience. She noticed 
that the head had more play and a bit more girth due to 
it's natural state.

Misty was so intrigued with this new discovery she 
didn't even notice her mom had finished her story and 
lecture.

Bonnie had pulled the small camera from her bag. 
"Misty….. Earth to Misty"

Misty let go of the penis and rolled over the see her 
mother with the camera. She also noticed that her 
mother's sun dress was completely unbuttoned, and as 
she saw her mother had, at some unknown point, removed 
the top to her bikini, she was as exposed as Misty.

"Before we go, lets shoot some pictures up here." 
Bonnie said standing.

When Misty looked back to Corin, the penis had again 
been hidden under the shorts. 

She stood and put back on her sandals before she began 
posing for a series of photos of along the top of the 
cliff. The backdrop was magnificent. The photos would 
be also.

After snapping a dozen or so photos, she put down the 
camera.

After some time Honore offered "Why don't I make 
photographs of both of you?" 

Though she pretended to think about it, she had been 
expecting he would ask. 

"Thanks" Bonnie said before handing the camera to him. 
She stood and slipped off her tiny bikini bottoms, but 
left on her open sun dress. Though she had undressed 
for many men in the past years, it never failed to get 
her heart racing and as well as her libido. 

Misty followed suit, or unsuit as it were and kicked 
her tiny bottoms over to land on Corin.

Like her daughter, Bonnie found the steady warm breeze 
across her skin had a unexpected tactile feeling and 
the motion of her dress, cum cape, added to the tactile 
pleasure. The mother and daughter stood at the edge of 
the precipice, their hair dancing in the wind. Honore 
clicked off shot after shot as he moved around them.

Bonnie followed Misty's lead and they walked down the 
edge of the cliff and then back toward Honore. They had 
to be careful for the nettles snapped at their bare 
ankles and sharp rocks challenged their footing. They 
circled around the picnic area, then Misty, followed by 
her mother ran directly into the wind back to Honore 
and the blanket. 

"Mom, let him take some of just you" Misty said, waving 
to her mother to move down wind. Misty looked down at 
Corin as he lay propped on one elbow watching her. She 
walked over to him, stepped over his body and looked 
down at him between her legs. "And what are you looking 
at?" she said in a mock angry tone.

As she stood directly over him it was clear what he was 
looking at, but he said, none to meekly, "at a very 
beautiful woman."

She plopped down on him, the suddenness of her decent 
pushed him flat on his back. She sat on his shorts, 
beneath her, under the nylon, was the still very firm 
penis. She shifted her hips forcing her lips to cover 
the shaft comfortably before leaning into his face and 
saying "you think so do you?"

His yes was drowned by her kiss. And such a kiss it 
became. He really knew how. His lips were full and 
soft. Passion and desire built rapidly. Her hips 
pressed down and began to undulate on the nylon clad 
organ. 

Bonnie could not help but notice the heat building 
between the two younger people. She continued to pose, 
though she began to look for an excuse to do more.

Misty appreciated Corin's kissing, he was very good. 
Without really thinking about it, her right hand freed 
the erection from the waistband and guided it into her. 
She was more than ready and she sunk down on him 
effortlessly.

Her daughter's circular hip motion, like an erotic 
merry-go-round horse gave her the excuse to end the 
photography. It was one thing for her to, on occasion, 
have bare back sex, but for her fertile daughter it was 
not an option. 

She strode over to the blanket, pulled a condom from 
her bag, removed it from it's wrapper and stood over 
the, now disrupted couple "Do you want to put it on, or 
do you want me to do it for you?." She knew full well 
the almost comic juxtaposition for her playing mommy to 
her daughter while standing naked over them in the act 
of coitis.

Misty gave her mother a sour glare, but quickly decided 
if she treated this like she was being chastised by her 
mother it would be most embarrassing. But, if she 
treated it like a friend being helpful... "Sure" Misty 
said working hard to seem appreciative for the offer 
"Go ahead" she continued as she sat up on her knees and 
moved back. The penis sprung forward in front of her. 

Bonnie had not been expecting this response, but was 
attentive enough to realize what Misty was doing. 
Though this was clearly a level of participation in her 
daughters erotic activities that she had not sought, 
she put on a front of pretending this was just routine. 
Which it most certainly was not. 

She grasped the penis, slick with Misty's fluids and 
positioned the blue 'hat' on the tip before rolling the 
sides all the way down. Later she would reproach her 
self for her next action. She gripped the base and told 
Misty "Saddle up" and held it, guiding it into her 
daughter. 

After, her heart racing, Bonnie moved back to where 
Honore had taken a seat a few feet away. She stumbled 
and half fell into his lap. His strong arms embraced 
her and his mouth covered hers. She was soon taken up 
into her own erotic experience. He was so firm, yet so 
gentle. His embrace was like being in a cocoon. She had 
no idea how he became naked, but when he lay her down 
she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into 
her.

Misty watched all this from her position atop Corin. 
She was thoroughly enjoying riding him and it was 
especially kinky to watch her mother, not a few feet 
away, with her legs wrapped tightly taking and holding 
Honore deep in her as they kissed with passion. This 
was not the first time she had seen her mom having sex, 
but to be doing it beside her was just one more 
highlight of a trip full of new and adult experiences. 

The little camera lay between Misty and her mother, 
with little difficulty she was able to reach it and in 
the fashion popular with her age group, held it at arms 
length and shot a photo of herself atop Corin, with her 
mom and Honore in the background. 'This will be one to 
show the club' she thought. Then another thought came 
to her. After interrupting her fun about putting on a 
condom, mom wasn't using one either. 

She leaned over and kissed Corin then said "Hang on" 
and got up.

"My turn" came Misty's intrusion into Bonnie's bliss. 
Condom in hand she repeated "My turn, come on Honore, 
up, up."

He obliged and Misty repeated the process of putting 
the latex sheath on the shaft. It was oddly curved to 
the left. Something that she and her mother would 
discuss later. Once the condom was in place, she 
slapped him on the rear and said "OK, back to it old 
folks."

"Old folks!?" Bonnie sat up objecting.

Honore, took her hips and pulled her up on his lap, 
again filling her "We will," he said with his accent 
"show that age makes no difference at making love"

***

Back at the Villa, Cooper had been taking advantage of 
the quiet to work on a the new theater for the Atlanta 
Ballet for which he had been hired to design. He still 
had another month to get the plans to the different 
contractors bidding for the construction job, but he 
did not want the deadline that fell right when grades 
were due for his classes, to creep up on him.

Lamar did not move off the villa's sleeper sofa until 
near noon. And when he did, he simply asked for money 
to buy lunch in town and if there were any more condoms 
in mom's luggage. Cash and condoms in his pocket, he 
headed out not a half hour after crawling out of bed. 

He made good progress in the hours he had peace and 
quite.

About the time his wife and daughter were making their 
way back to the yaht from their frolics, he decided to 
knock it off for the day.

He didn't have any particular plan, just thought it 
would be nice to take a walk all by himself. All by 
himself was a relative term. There did not seem to be 
anywhere on the island's beach that wasn't what one 
would call deserted, but he did enjoy the walk with out 
anyone vying for his attention.

The island was pretty. He took a cab over to the Dutch 
side of the island and the city of Phillipsburg. The 
colonial architecture was, for him, one of the best 
part of the trip. There were a number of buildings 
dating back to the 18th century. 

He returned to the Villa and found Lamar napping and 
not long after a cab dropped off Bonnie and Misty. It 
was quickly ascertained that everyone was hungry, so 
back in a cab to Margiot for dinner.

"And how was the sail boat."

"Amazing" Misty gushed. 

"It wasn't as big as the one we were on last year, but 
much nicer."

"Did ya get laid" Lamar blurted out.

"Lamar," his dad corrected. "If they want to talk about 
that kind of thing they will, but it's not yours to 
demand they tell you."

His mother was more sympathetic, "Yes, a matter of fact 
we did, but we'll talk about that later."

His sister came back with a snide "What about you? Did 
you get laid? Can't imagine anyone wanting to do it 
with you."

"Misty" her mom chided "I don't' want to hear 
bickering."

"For your information I did. But I will tell you about 
it when I get good and ready." He answered his sister 
in a superior voice.
 
The waitress interrupted the brewing fight when she 
arrived to take their orders. Which as none in the 
family spoke French or Dutch, was somewhat of a tricky 
business. All that derailed the discussion about who 
got laid, at least a while. 

Bonnie and Misty told of the boat and the Island and 
such but when they got to the part "And mom took some 
nudes of me." 

Lamar went back to "Is that when you got laid?"

Cooper didn't even object this time. Since Misty had 
offered about taking nudes in the presence of the two 
men with whom they had taken a sailing trip, he figured 
he had reason to ask. And thought Cooper would never 
admit it, he wanted to know too, at least about what 
Bonnie had done.

Bonnie told most of the story with commentary by Misty. 
"You should have seen her face when I tell him to get 
off of he so I can put a condom on him." Misty said 
with glee.

"I must admit" Bonnie agreed "I deserved it, but was a 
bit peeved by her nerve. "After her little comment 
about our age, I think we were on the receiving end of 
a virility contest. They both went on and on and on."

Misty added "I've never gotten tired of a guy doing me 
fast and hard, but this was a first for me. I thought 
he'd never get tired and let up."

"I didn't get tired, though I could have used some 
Astroglide. I was afraid Honore would have a stroke. He 
had earlier told me he was fifty-eight years old, and 
he was competing agent this guy half his age, and 
keeping up."

Misty corrected "It wasn't that I wanted him to quit, 
it was good, but I was getting a little numb. The up 
side was it was cool to have that going on and look 
over and watch you getting it too."

"It was a little weird for me." Bonnie said, "but I 
must admit it was weird in a hot kinky way." 

Misty went on "You know you gotta take me to some of 
your speaking dates this summer. We'll be the hit of 
any swingers party. You know that is what got them both 
over the top today. When we were side-by-side doing it 
doggie. That was all Honore could take."

Bonnie countered "I don't know it was that, or it was 
an excuse save him from a heart attack. But either way 
that was then end of the little manhood contest."

Cooper joked "And what did the winner get?"

Bonnie promptly answered "Me."

Misty elaborated "I was numb so I suggested, when 
Honoree rolled on his back half dead, that it was his 
turn on mom. So I got to rest and watch as the show 
played out."

"all in all it was enough that I had trouble walking 
back to the boat when when were done."

"You weren't the only one." Misty commented "But I'm 
glad you pulled yourself together to get some pics of 
me on the boat. I'm sure they'll be great for the new 
site."

Bonnie asked Misty "You do know why I had you put your 
suit back on for the last set of pictures?"

"Oh, I know, so the photo set will look like I was 
taking my cloths off as we sailed, instead of what was 
the opposite. I heard what Richard said."

They were half way through their meal when the story 
concluded 

"Between what we've been shooting and your big shoot on 
Wednesday, I Bonnie said "You'll be set to open your 
site and have updates to send to Richard for a good 
while."

"Oh, Misty added, I forgot to mention, I have a date 
with Corin after my shoot."

"Busy girl" Her dad said.

Misty agreed then shifted the conversation "OK little 
perv." She said to her brother "And what have you done 
all day except jack off looking at naked girls on the 
beach."

"I didn't' have to jack off thank you!" he bit back 
"I'll have you know the girls here really dig me."

"Really?" Misty said sarcastically.

"Really. Why do you think I used all the condoms I 
brought from home and had to get some of moms."

This did impress Misty, though she tried not to show 
it. "So what did you do today."

"I met up with Collette and Odette down at the beach 
front café. They are from Reims in France, both very, 
very pretty. I think they are cousins but I'm not 
exactly sure what they said about that."

"So how much were you able to communicate?"

"Pretty good most of the time. But sometimes they 
talked to fast and their English got mixed up with 
French. After that we went down to the nude beach and 
messed around. Then we all came back to our Villa, dad 
was gone so we had the place to ourselves. We fucked 
around for a good while. And I mean we, fucked, good 
and hard; on the sofa, on the stairs, on the counter, 
on the floor. We just had a really good time messing 
around, being silly and stuff. I'm sure your old man 
didn't have anything on Lamar Campbell today. After a 
while we hung out at the pool, then came in and did it 
again. They had to go back to meet Odette's parents for 
dinner and I zonked out on the couch. Not a bad day for 
me either."

Lamar sat back in his seat and gloated.

"your still a perv." Misty sneered "But I guess you are 
a pretty good perv." She lightened up.

"And I just worked all morning and looked at 
architecture in the afternoon. Aren't I the boring 
one."

Misty was up and dressed and a bag packed with all she 
thought could be used on a tropical shoot by 5:00 
Wednesday morning. She went to the Villa's office and 
waited. A cab pulled up and a young stocky, but not 
unattractive woman stepped out, the horizon showed 
sunrise was on it's way.

"Misty Campbell?" she asked in an eastern European 
accent.

Misty introduced herself. 

"I am Inna, Boris's assistant. 

Soon she was on her way. 

She and her mom had talked and she said she wanted to 
do this on her own. Though Bonnie cringed inside, she 
did not protest, so Misty was out into the adult world: 
a business woman and a model. But it was still dark, 
maybe she didn't want to be an adult that bad.

The cab pulled onto a sand parking area, Inna lead 
Misty, struggling to keep up with her bag, to a dock 
what looked like a giant John boat was evidently 
waiting for them. The shirtless young man took her bag 
and helped her into the boat.

As she didn't expect much from Inna, she asked the 
boat's skipper "Where are we going?"

He pointed to a small island in the bay in front of 
them "Pinel Island" and as the boat pulled out it was 
clear they were going to a small island, very small, 
maybe a quarter the size or less of the island they had 
gone to with Honore and Corin. 

The boat crossed the water in short order pulled up to 
a rickety looking pier. 

"Come along. He's waiting" Barked Inna.

Misty, helped by the boatman, was coming along as fast 
as she could. The beach was, not surprisingly, empty as 
it was now still not 5:30 AM, the sun was just a 
crescent on the horizon. 

In the dim light she could see a few closed cabana 
bars, but nothing was moving, but Inna. Between two 
buildings she disappeared. Misty struggled but kept 
pace. Though a copse of palm trees and up a scrubby 
hill, at the crest of which stood a man and a woman, in 
earnest discussion.

Misty had caught up to Inna, and together they closed 
on the pair at the top of the hill. It was steeper than 
she had thought and by the time they closed on them she 
was huffing and puffing. Evidently the man, hearing 
their approach turned, looked Misty over quickly and 
looked back to the rising sun.

Misty, unsure what to do just put down her bag and 
waited. 

"What are you wearing under that dress?" came the man's 
baritone Russian accented voice

She wasn't sure to whom he was speaking "Me?"

"Yes, If you are wearing panties, please remove them."

"No, I don't' have anything under the dress" she said 
referring to the linen button up sundress, the one her 
mother had worn on their sailing trip. 

"Good, then lets get started before we loose the 
sunrise." He said in a commanding but not aggressive 
way.

She stepped around the man and up to the very crest of 
the hill which was about twenty feet further up the 
path.

Looking back the man stood in front of a good sized SLR 
perched on a tripod. He was younger than she had 
expected, perhaps thirty. He had dark hair pulled into 
a pony tail. It seemed strange that he appeared to be 
wearing a dress shirt and slacks. 

"Turn around, let me look at you."

She tried to do so as gracefully as she could.

He looked at her intently. "Unbutton the dress."

Again she did as she was told.

"Take it off."

He certainly didn't warm up did he? But she did so. 
Dropping the dress to the ground she slowly turned 
around again.

"Good. Now put the dress back on." He told her. As she 
did so he said "Do you know why I agreed to shoot you?"

"As a favor to Richard?" she asked.

He laughed a big hearty laugh. It dispelled the formal 
air the had built. "A Favor for Richard? That Indian 
bean counter? You must not know him very well." He 
laughed again. "Just button one button at your waist, 
Richard doesn't' have friends young woman." He stepped 
in front of the camera, moved closer to her and said "I 
saw your photos. I liked your energy, your vitality. In 
this business models are so jaded, so hungry for fame. 
They are so wooden. But you, you seemed so alive. I 
thought I could capture that."

He stopped speaking and seemed to thing for a few 
moments. "Just be that same person you were in the 
photos I saw from the beach and we can do something 
special"

He stepped behind the camera and she began to walk 
along the ridgeline.

They shot on the hill in several different outfits as 
well as with no outfit at all until the sun was well up 
into the sky.

She had no idea of how many photos he had taken.

"We take a break now." He said.

All the while they were shooting Inna did nothing but 
look on, the other woman handled a large reflector, 
moving to Boris's direction, while he gave Misty almost 
no directions at all.

They made there way back down the hill to the beach 
which by then had come to life. One of the café's were 
open. The four ate bagels. She was introduced to his 
assistant, a Brit named Mary. She didn't seem much 
older than Misty, and unlike Inna, pleasant and chatty. 
Boris too, once the shooting had stopped, was very 
personable.

He gave Misty a rundown of the second part of their 
shoot. While the first set had been very spontaneous, 
this part would be more scripted. He explained that 
Inna would do her hair and make-up before they began 
shooting again.

With ruthless efficacy Misty was painted and coiffed 
into being a model. As the island had no electric 
power, the work was done right on the beach under one 
of the tables with a large umbrella. 

When they began shooting again, Misty guessed it to be 
around 9:30. The strip of sand that made up the east 
side of the island was rapidly having the prime tanning 
areas filled up. Old people, families, young people, 
the people ran the gamete.

Inna finally finished, Boris looked though the bikini's 
she brought and pulled out one out. "Try this one 
first" he said tossing it on the table.

Misty looked around. Only one girl was even topless 
from what she could see, but she also did not see any 
changing facilities. She'd been nude in public before, 
but not in what seemed to be a family place. But, she 
reasoned, this was a French family place, and pulled 
the dress she was wearing over her head. 

She went through every suit she had, doing each with 
both the top and bottom before shedding the top, then 
the bottoms. She posed in the water, by a small sail 
boat on the beach, in and around the Tikki bars, on the 
dock and just about every where else on the beach. It 
was obvious to Misty that although no one gawked, they 
were getting quite a lot of curious looks as they 
proceeded on their shoot. If they moved where others 
might be in the shot, Mary or Inna would speak to them. 
Sometimes they moved and others did not seem to mind 
being in the background. 

It was tiring, but she loved every second. Boris was 
unrelenting in his directions, a complete reversal of 
his earlier style. Rather that the directions annoying 
her, it gave her comfort to know a serious pro was 
calling the shots. She was sure this would yield by and 
away the best photos she had ever had made. 

Once finished and packed back up Boris confirmed her 
feelings about the shoot. "I believe these photos shall 
be very good indeed. I will email Richard a set of the 
photographs for your site and some 8X10's for your 
portfolio."

She began to reach to shake his hand but he move to 
kiss her first. Not an erotic kiss, just a pleasant 
thank you kiss. With that she left Boris and his 
entourage on the beach and took the launch back to the 
main island. 

Though she knew it to be a silly girlish idea, she 
could not but hope she would be "discovered" and have 
others want to shoot her photos. 

When she arrived back at the Villa no one was home, but 
a note to call Corin, and a number was left on the 
table. 

She took the note but did not call, yet. Not until she 
had a good long nap did she call.

"Corin?"

"Yes, Misty" Came the voice on the other end of the 
line. "I had a wonderful time yesterday."

They chatted to no purpose for a fem minutes before he 
asked her to join him and some friend clubbing that 
night. He instinct was to say she was too young to go, 
but she knew here she was not. So plans were made and 
at 8:00 she met his cab outside the Villa.

Earlier Lamar had come and gone. He told her that the 
parents were out for the day. 

The night was a whirlwind of excitement. One dance club 
after anther before they called it a night and Misty 
found herself at the boat, in his bed. After making 
love (the first time) Misty used Corin's cell to call 
the Villa and let them know she would not be in until 
tomorrow. It was her first time to sleep over at a 
man's place, even if it were a boat.

It was a late night for her and when she was awakened 
by Honore standing at the cabin door telling Corin to 
get topside it seemed like she hadn't slept for an 
hour, though she could tell the sun was well up in the 
window.

Honore spoke in French but she got the idea. With Corin 
out of the bed pulling on a pair of shorts Honore said 
in English "Glad to have you aboard again Misty."

Misty now awake, and fully aware that she was laying 
naked on the bunk sat up and said "Glad to be back"

In a more business like tone he said "We have a scuba 
cruise today. We'll be taking six passengers to the 
H.M.S. Proselyte, an English frigate sunk in 1801. It's 
a great place to dive. You are welcome to stay on as a 
temporary crew member, or you may go ashore with Corin. 
He's pulling out in just a few minutes."

No thinking necessary "I think I be a crew member for 
the day if you will have me."

"Most certainly. Sadly, as much as l would love to see 
you all day dressed as you are, until we see if the 
passengers wish to be the clothing de'jur I must ask 
you to get dressed before they arrive."

And so began anther full day for Misty.

She found it even more fun to help sail the boat than 
it was to just sit back and watch as she had the 
pervious trip.

Though the women in the chartered group did not do so 
initially, Honore asked if they objected to his crew 
member going without her top. None did, and after some 
time the three women of the group (all in their 30's or 
40's) shed theirs as well. 

The scuba dive lasted just over an hour. Misty and 
Corin made love on the roof of the cabin nearly the 
entire time. 

When the boat came back in to harbor at dusk, she and 
Corin had dinner ashore, before taking a finial swim 
and love making on the deserted Happy Bay beach on the 
north-west shore. 

THE END

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