Allan decided that it was time for him to move on from his present job. He had completed his apprenticeship at a heavy engineering company that was heavily involved in the Shipbuilding industry, but it was becoming clear that most new ships were being built in far eastern countries, rather than in Britain, and therefore the long-term future did not look too bright, unless he wanted to go abroad to work. He was now 23 years old, and, with a degree in engineering, his supervisor suggested to him that he could gain useful experience by joining the Navy as an engineer. The idea of serving in the Royal Navy did not appeal to him, so he decided to apply for a position in the Merchant Navy.
There was another very personal reason for him to get away from his home environment.
He lived with his aunt and uncle, and by mutual consent he had shared his aunt's bed for some years and fathered 2 children with her. At the age of 18 he had taken a holiday in France with his aunt, which is where their affair started, not to mention being introduced to naturism and various entertaining sexual experiences. (See Alan goes to France) The idea of moving into a new environment, both of work and personal life, was pleasing for him.
He had no problem getting a position. The Merchant Navy was short of engineers, and he was taken on by one of the major shipping companies. He was sent for a month on a preliminary training course. This was supervised by an engineer with many years experience at sea but who was now spending his last years before retirement imparting some of his knowledge to the new intake. All of the new engineers had experience in heavy industry, either in Shipbuilding or in the ancillary trades, as had Alan, but he was the only one who had a degree in engineering.
After a few days of classroom training, they were taken to the docks to get to know what an engine room was like. Although Alan was used to heavy machinery, her was still amazed by the sheer size of the twin ten cylinder Burmeister and Wein double acting, two stroke, turbocharged diesel engines delivering about 27,000 horse power, not to mention the four generators and all the ancillary equipment, of some of which he had had a part in the design. After this ship they were taken to another, this time a steam ship with their big turbines and boiler rooms. If he ever needed convincing that being a marine engineer would be interesting, the thought of being in charge of machinery like this did it.
Another few days were spent in learning technical details, their instructor also grounded them in the rules governing their behaviour, both official and, more importantly, unofficial. This was mainly to do with how they should relate to their fellow engineers and other crew.
"Remember, the greaser working for you on your watch can drop you deep in the shit if you get the wrong side of him - he'll probably know a damn sight more than you for a long time, so work with him and he'll help you. You may be an officer with the power to log him and get him a bad discharge, but it definitely pays not to unless he does something really dangerous - otherwise I wouldn't recommend drinking the tea he's made for you."
"As far as the deck officers are concerned, they think they're a superior race but you know that you are. Just tolerate them, you'll have to share a mess with them and some of them are nearly human."
"Passengers! The company attitude is that you are encouraged to mingle with the people who are helping to pay your wages. The management would like you to pay equal attention to all the passengers but, being randy young sods, I've no doubt you'll concentrate on the young totty, which will piss off some of the older people, so try to put yourselves about a bit. However, if you do get friendly with likely talent, remember that you are not allowed in passenger sleeping accommodation, and you will almost certainly get sacked if you are caught. On the other hand, if a woman is found in your cabin no one's going to take a lot of notice, on the simple basis that if she's been daft enough to come to your cabin, she's going to have a good idea what you have in mind. Mind you, just remember no means no, and that will stand you in good stead.
The end of this conversation took place in the pub, where the new engineers were treating their instructor to several pints. A lot of other wisdom came out during this session, amongst which was the sage advice that "Married women are always a good bet - at least if they come to your cabin they know what you are after and won't waste a lot of your time. Oh, another useful tip - the old ones and the ugly ones are grateful!"
Alan was to take note of this advice when later when he was posted to a passenger ship, but his first ship was a cargo vessel, and he spent several months on coastal journeys with a couple of trips to North European ports. This was when he was introduced to the Seamen's Missions, the excellent organisations that provided somewhere for seamen to go when they were in port and in need of innocent entertainment. In one mission he visited there was a dance organised, and he managed to get friendly with one of the young ladies who attended these events, but he never got further than a kiss and a cuddle at her front door when he walked her home.
These trips gave him the chance to get to know a lot more about his new job, exciting things like how to clean the valves on a faulty bilge pump, not a job for the squeamish, but he also got a chance to start the main engine, and putting some 10,000 horse power into action was quite an excitement for him, as he'd never started anything more powerful than his aunt's Triumph TR2 before. Quite soon he got a message to go to Southampton to join a 24,000 ton passenger/cargo liner, and his first deep sea trip began.
Once he had got used to the noise, smells and vibration of the two huge engines and the four diesel generators, Alan also had to acclimatise to the routine of watch-keeping. Although it was not unknown for engineers to convince gullible passengers that the engines were switched off at night and everyone went to bed, of course work continued and was arranged on a basis of four hours on and eight hours off, though these hours were varied when the ship was in port and only the engineers in charge of the generators continued watches while the rest did daywork on maintenance tasks.
The watches did make social life a little more complicated. Whichever watch was involved, it meant explaining to the young lady who was the object of his attention (lust) that ,if he was on the eight to twelve watch, he could only be available in the afternoon, not the evening, though, if things were going well, a late night visit to his cabin after midnight was a possibility. Same thing for the other watches at differing hours. It could also mean that, if things were going well, a distinct lack of sleep could occur - all in a good cause, of course.
Alan's early attempt at seduction was not noticeably successful on the outbound part of his first voyage. Although he got friendly with a couple of girls, he made no real progress, but things were going to look up soon. On the return voyage the ship was in port waiting, and then loading cargo for several days. (This was before container shipping made loading so quick). Some passengers stayed on board while others came aboard for the first time. The ship's staff tried to provide some entertainment, and a staple was to lay on a dance. The ship had its own four piece band to provide music, and one evening such a dance took place.
Now the dances were a favourite opportunity to chat up any prospective female talent, so Alan duly donned his white mess kit (much like a waiters' only with badges of rank to distinguish the officers) and went down to the dance floor and surveyed the possibilities. Not a lot, was his summary. There was no one who really caught his eye, which at that stage was searching for nubile young women. However, as he was there and he quite enjoyed dancing he went and asked a woman who was clearly on her own. She agreed, and they took to the floor. She was a small, nondescript sort of person, who wouldn't attract a lot of attention. However, when they moved off he soon found that she was an excellent dancer. Not only that, she danced very close to him, and when he tried some fancy moves she went with him and allowed his leg to slide between hers on the turns, and, although there wasn't a lot of body to hold, she felt very pleasant against him.
At the end of the number they sat together and she bought him a drink. Her name was Betty, and he noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring, but didn't comment. She told him that she was going back to Britain for a long awaited visit to her family, whom she had not seen for several years, but her husband couldn't get the time off so she was going alone. They chatted quite happily, then danced together several times, and, if anything, she danced even closer to him. He remembered his instructor's remark about married women knowing what was hoped for by anyone who invited them to his cabin. The officers were only allowed on the public decks until 10.30, and, as this time was fast approaching, he thought that he'd got nothing to lose by asking her up to his cabin, though he feared that, as she'd only said goodbye to her husband a few hours before, she could well refuse.
"Look Betty, I have to be off deck by 10.30, so I'll have to say goodnight. I've enjoyed our time together, and you dance beautifully, so perhaps I could see you tomorrow. I'm working all day, but we could meet for a drink about six o'clock."
"Oh Alan, that's a shame. Can't you stay a bit longer."
"Sorry, rules is rules. Mind you, I hardly like to suggest it, but you could come up to my cabin for a goodnight drink - I've got some wine and a bottle of gin."
"How could I resist the offer of gin - I assume you've got tonic?"
"For you madam, no problem. Ill even raid the mess fridge and get some ice, not too sure about the lemon though. We need to be a bit discreet, I'll go through that door, follow me in a few minutes."
"Oh what fun."
He duly said goodnight and left the deck. A few minutes later, she followed him and he led her along the companion ways and up the stairs to the officers' accommodation, and into his cabin. He closed the door behind her and dropped the catch on the lock. He had taken the opportunity of his wait for her to go and fetch some ice from the mess, and he poured her a substantial G&T. They sat together on the leather couch, and she looked all around her with interest.
"So this is where you bring gorgeous young maidens to ravage them."
"Well, this is only my first trip on a passenger ship and I haven't been very successful up to now - you're the first."
"Sorry, I'm a bit of a let down. I'm not gorgeous - and I'll hit you if you say I am - I'm not young and I'm hardly a maiden. However, I'm not against the idea of a bit of ravaging, if you're in the mood."
To put it mildly, Alan was a bit startled by this frank admission that she was up for a bit of rumpy pumpy. She wasn't the sort of ideal woman he had envisaged as a bed partner. She was small, mousy haired, in her mid thirties. What ever figure was hidden under the skirt and blouse, it certainly wasn't voluptuous, But the body pressed against him during the dancing had felt very pleasant and enthusiastic, and a bird in the hand...
"So...let the ravaging begin."
"Before you do anything dramatic, perhaps I should be very honest with you."
"That might well be a novelty, but I'd like that."
"Well, let me tell you something about my husband. We've been married for ten years, and still no kids, so I managed to get a sample of his sperm checked out, and it seems there's virtually no chance that they'll ever do any good. That's one thing. Another is that I've found out recently that he's been having it off with one of his colleagues at work for some years - she has big tits, something I've never been accused of. The other thing is that I love the bastard and don't wish to lose him, but I do want kids."
"So...I had sex with him last night, and if I get pregnant before my next period, it could well be his - especially if I have sex with a tall, fair man who looks a bit like him - like you, for example. Also, as I've been faithful to him for all our years together, I reckon I've earned the right to play away for once. So, if you'd oblige me by getting me pregnant, I'd not only get the child I want, I'll also get some revenge. If you still fancy me knowing what a tart I am willing to be, then have your wicked way, the wickeder the better."
Alan burst out laughing and put his arms around her and drew her close to him, and went to kiss her, but she turned her head away."
"I take it that's a yes, then. But please don't kiss me, not yet. First time is business, getting me pregnant. If you want to go again after that, it'll be for fun and I'll be all yours for as long as you want to."
"Well, I think we'll need to stop at Southampton, but up till then, if we're both enjoying it, why not?"
She didn't reply, but stepped away from him and undid the buttons on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, then her skirt followed onto the settee. She unhooked her bra, but before she took it off said : "Sorry, but this is a con, when tits were handed out I was short changed" and, as she slid it off, he could see what she meant. She wasn't totally flat chested, but her breasts were small to the point of insignificance, small hillocks that wouldn't fill an A cup bra, capped with rose pink nipples. It was more the sort of bust to be expected of a pre teen, and Alan was reminded of his stay at a nudist camp in France and seeing the young families there. While he was taking this in, she dropped her knickers, revealing a bush of fair pubic hair.
He said nothing, but picked her up easily and laid her down on his bunk. Then he quickly stripped off his clothes and stood naked beside her, then bent over and took one of her nipples in his mouth and drew it in with a mouthful of the soft flesh, while his fingers caressed and squeezed the other. He heard her sharp intake of breath, but she quickly pushed away his hand and his face.
"Don't bother with the foreplay, just do me quick before I chicken out of the whole thing."
"Whatever you say - it's your party."
He climbed on the bunk, and knelt between her legs. He didn't yet know it, but she was an accomplished gymnast, and she spread her legs far wider than he was expecting, this causing her vaginal lips to gape so that he could see the dark pink gash between, glistening a little from her lubrication. His penis was already erect, and, as he moved forwards, she took hold and guided it into the waiting cavity. When he pushed slowly, he felt and watched the tip part her wider as it slid easily into place. He continued the pressure and felt her warmth engulf him as he went deeper and deeper till he was fully engaged, and his pubis pushed against hers. A quiet "Yes" was all she said, as she knew that there was no turning back, and that she was now an adulteress. Her arms went around him and she pulled him firmly down so that all his weight was pressing her small body into the mattress.
Her action made Alan realise that she wanted hard, deep sex, and that is what he gave her. His hands round her back grasped her small buttocks, his fingers probing deep into the hot crack. Now he began to move, and the cabin was soon filled with the sound of two bodies in the act of mating, in a completely animalistic way. It was hot in the cabin, and they were soon sweating, and their bodies slid across each other as he moved, pulling back slowly, then thrusting in hard. He had encountered a slight resistance as his cock first split her channel open, but she soon released a copious supply of juice which eased his penetration and the slurping sound of their slippery organs moving together was added to her moaning and his grunts.
This congress wasn't going to last long, as it was some time since he had had sex, and he rarely masturbated. As a result, he quite quickly felt his climax approaching, and speeded up his motions, ramming ever harder into her tight vagina, and battering her clitoris with his pubic bone. Finally he pulled her even closer against him as his balls emptied their copious content up through his rigid member and into the depth of her passage in a series of hard jerks, jetting his sperm on a voyage that might well make him a father - again. He lay on her for a few moments, then lifted himself up onto his elbows.
"That's better - I feel a bit squashed, but thoroughly fucked. Just stay like that for a bit, you're still filling me nicely. You're not ready to go again, are you?"
"I've got a suspicion that I might. Do you want to try?"
"Too right, let's just try and get into a more restful position, but don't you dare pull out."
She lifted one leg high, then held him tight against her while they rolled onto their sides, her leg tucked under his waist, the other draped over him.
"That's comfy. Are you feeling less squashed?"
"Very nice, thank you. Now I've achieved one objective - he's not the only one who's been unfaithful in our marriage. And with a bit of luck, I'm pregnant. If you fancy kissing me now, that would be rather nice."
"Happy to oblige, but first may I establish that you weren't with me entirely just now?"
"Alan, love, I just enjoyed being filled up by a lovely cock, and having a load of lovely baby juice trying to get into my womb. This time I'm sure I'll be really with you, if you're as good a lover as I think you might be. Now kiss me and make me all quivery with anticipation."
He grinned at her, then drew her closer and their lips met. It was a long kiss, her lips soft against him, soon parted to allow his tongue to search out hers. While their mouths fought the duel of lovers, his hand sought out he breasts, drawing the small mounds upwards and pulling her nipples into small hard pyramids, causing her to moan into his mouth and her vagina to tighten against his penis, which by now was swollen to its rigid tumescence. They ended their kiss, and lay slightly apart, linked just at their hips, smiling at each other.
"I'd like to have an orgasm, if you could arrange it for me."
"Like this?" he enquired, as his hand slid across her belly and down through her pubic hair until his fingers found her clitoris. He began squeezing her pussy lips together and releasing them, thus massaging the hood of her clit across the little bud, which hardened till he could feel it protruding from its sheath. As he felt her body reacting to his touch, he began slowly massaging the inside of her vagina with his penis as his fingers became more and more active on her clitty. He watched her face tensing as her whole body stiffened and she came to a shuddering climax, her legs gripping him as her fingers dug into his back. He sensed a sudden rush of liquid over his cock and balls as she flooded with her secretions. He held her as she came down from her plateau, and finally relaxed against him.
"Your turn now."
He took her at her word, and started moving slowly. He took his time, enjoying the warm embrace of her vagina, slipping easily in the well lubricated channel. At last he felt his climax was near and, to his delight, she also came to a gentle orgasm just after him, and they subsided together as his cock softened and at last slid out of her.
"Thank you, Alan. That was the best sex of my life, and I'll still be happy if you don't want to repeat it."
"Don't be daft. My cock felt so at home in your little pussy, I want to do it as often as possible till the end of the trip. Now, I hate saying this, but I've got to go to work in a few hours, and I need a bit of sleep, so we'll have to say goodnight."
After a last, lingering kiss, they dressed and he escorted her back to the passenger decks, where he left her.
That night's joyful activities were to be repeated daily till the end of the voyage, where they said their goodbyes. Two months later, Alan received a post card. All it said was:
'It worked. Thank you. Betty.' That should have been the end, but a few months later he went down to the passenger decks at the start of another voyage and there was Betty, now sporting a well enlarged belly below significantly bigger breasts.
"Hello Alan, I couldn't resist the chance to see you again. Not that I expect you to be interested in me very much with this lot."
"Well, it would be a new experience to get seriously friendly with a lady in your condition so, in the circumstances, I'm ready to try."
And that was the beginning of stage two of his affair with Betty, and he had great fun with her newly enlarged breasts and belly till she left the ship and, this time, goodbye really meant goodbye.
...
An interesting episode with surprising results occurred while the ship was in dock in her home port, having maintenance and repair work done before the next voyage. Alan had been required to work as one of the stand by engineers looking after the generator and domestic boiler while the shore gangs worked on the main engines, and most of his fellow engineers took leave. There were three men on this duty, and they worked shifts of twelve hours on and twenty four hours off, allowing them sensible periods of shore time. The twelve hours was a bit of a drag, but, with the cooperation of the greaser sharing the watch, it was possible to get a bit of shut eye in a quiet spot behind the switchboard.
Another crew member who would normally have been on leave was the ship's nurse. The ship's sick bay was being refurbished, and she had been tasked with supervising the work. Annabelle - known by one and all as Sister Anna, in memory of she who carried the banner - sorry, old English dirty song - was a middle aged lady of no great beauty and a somewhat buxom figure, always cheerful and much loved. She had got rid of her unfaithful and generally useless husband many years before, and made it clear there would never be another. She had gone to sea after the breakup, and stated that she'd stay in the job till they sacked her or she got buried at sea.
As there was no catering aboard, crew working by had to go ashore for meals, or bring provisions on board. Alan had to visit the sick bay for a dressing on a minor cut and, after a chat with Anna, suggested they go out for a meal together, which they did when his watch ended. They went to a local restaurant that was well known to all seamen as it provided excellent meals at very sensible prices. After they had enjoyed a good steak and shared a bottle of passable red wine, they went back to the ship, where she invited him to her cabin for a goodnight drink. They were chatting idly together when she mentioned the subject of the busy love life of the officers, especially the engineers. She was well aware of what was going on, as she supplied free condoms to most of them, the company doctor having wisely decided that avoiding nasty diseases and unwanted pregnancies was in the company's interests.
"You know, you young lads aren't very adventurous. You spend ages chasing the young totty when you'd probably have a lot more success if you cast your net a bit wider. Some of the older ladies would be much more appreciative of your attentions, and most of them could probably show you some new and original tricks."
"What sort of age had you in mind?"
"Well, say fifty-fiveish, for instance?"
"If it's not a rude question, how old are you?"
"Yes it is rude, but fifty five, since you asked."
Alan sipped his Scotch - the second that she had poured for him - and grinned at her.
"I don't suppose this is a proposition, by any chance?"
"Good gracious, fancy you thinking that, you've got a filthy mind. Mind you, now you come to mention it, it's a bit since I've had my legs spread and a nice, virile young man getting between them is an attractive thought."
She looked at the doubtful expression on his face.
"I know what you're thinking. 'Do I really want to shag a fat old bag, and if I did, will I have her pestering me every trip?' Well, yes I am a fat oldish bag, but everything works and I've never had any complaints about lack of enthusiasm. And, Alan, I want a permanent lover like I want a hole in the head. I just like sex from time to time, and if you want to take advantage of my availability when there are no likely passengers in prospect, it would be fun to oblige you."
"Sorry, Anna, You misread my face a bit. I was just thinking that it could well be entertaining to go to bed with an experienced slightly older lady, and you are great fun to be with. I must admit I did get a flashback to what I overheard my old man saying to one of his mates about a mutual friend who had got caught shagging a typist at his work. Dad's summary of the situation was "Serves him right, he shouldn't have shit on his own doorstep", and the analogy did strike me."
"Your father wasn't wrong, but you haven't got a wife to upset, and you'll just have to trust me not to be a leech on you. Anyway, there are gentlemen passengers even older than I am who are happy to keep a lady in drinks and little presents just for the sake of my company."
"In the bar, or in bed?"
"What a suggestion, I'm certainly not going to answer that."
So they happily went to bed, and, true to her word, she was a very enthusiastic lover, and by the time they went to sleep he had decided that she would certainly be added to his list of ladies he liked to shag.
...
This relationship led on to another voyage of discovery for him on a later trip.
The senior officers were asked to dine with the passengers on a regular basis, in either the first class or tourist class dining rooms, this being in the day when the classes were clearly delineated. However, they often weren't that keen, and were allowed to delegate the duties to their juniors, as long as they possessed the appropriate uniform. Alan used to enjoy this, and quite often stood in for his senior engineer, especially in the first class saloon. Although the food served in the officers mess was from the first class menu, by the time it arrived in the mess it had certainly lost some of its quality, and Alan appreciated this. Also, the passengers would often buy top class wine, and Alan enjoyed sharing this.
On one trip the table he was hosting included an older member of the British aristocracy, Lady Agnes Barkham. She was tall, slim, grey haired, rather reserved, though very pleasant in her manner, and insisted that she should be called Aggy, not Lady Agnes. She tended not talk a lot at the table, though, when she did speak, it was always cogent and often amusing. During pre lunch drinks one day, a remark was made about a middle aged couple who had just passed, pointing out that they hadn't been a couple before the voyage, but had made a rapid liaison, and that she was travelling without her husband.
"It must be something to do with the sea air, they step on board and they're at it like rabbits - that's why I wouldn't let him cross the Isle of Wight ferry on his own." This from a lady firmly grasping her husband's wrist.
Sister Anna chipped in: "You're right, I see it so often. It's as though a sea voyage is a little time out of real life, and morals go out of the window - or the porthole. Even for the crew, I've seen all sorts of goings on."
"You mean on the ship?"
"Well, apart from the officers, there's not a lot of scope, though there are enough female crew members for some interesting happenings." This with a quick wink at Alan. "But there are enough shore side affairs in various ports. The expression about having a girl in every port isn't all fiction."
At this point they were called to lunch, and the subject was dropped. After lunch Alan and Anna were leaning on the rail chatting with Aggy.
"Do you officers get individual cabins, or do you have to share?"
"There are still some older ships with shared cabins for officers, but this is relatively modern and we have quite civilised berths. If you like you could come up to my cabin and I'll get the steward to bring tea and biscuits - so you can see what high class people we are?"
Anna chipped in : "That's a bit risky, you know what happens to ladies who go to an officer's cabin. They're all the same these youngsters, testosterone running out of their ears."
"At my age I don't think I'll be at very high risk. Thank you Alan, I'd be delighted to partake of tea and a biscuit with you. Excuse me for a minute, I'll be right back."
She left them and Anna turned back to Alan.
"Well, this will be a new experience for you - she must be pushing seventy if she's a day. But, to be serious, I've chatted to her a bit and I get the impression that she could do with a bit of cheering up, and your cock did it for me, so it'll probably work for her."
"You're not seriously suggesting I should try and get her into my bunk? She wouldn't be interested at her age."
"Listen, young man, that's what you thought about me before I talked you into it, and that went all right, didn't it. There's no reason she shouldn't want sex, though you'll need to turn the charm on to talk her into it. There could be a small problem at her age. Hang on a minute."
She left him for a few minutes and came back with a tube that she slid into his hand.
"It's vaginal lubricant in case she's a bit on the dry side."
He had just slid it into his pocket when Aggy returned, and he led her off to his cabin, followed by Anna's parting sally of "Don't say I didn't warn you, My Lady"
"She's quite a character, isn't she. I get the impression that you and she are very close."
"Just good friends - that's my story and I'm sticking to it."
When they arrived at his cabin he called the steward and ordered the promised tea and biscuits, which were quickly delivered. Meanwhile she was examining his personal domain. As a junior officer his cabin was not over large, but it was well equipped with a compact shower and toilet, adequate clothes stowage, a desk with armchair and a long leather covered settee. A reel to reel tape recorder stood on the desk, a stack of recorded tapes in the bookshelf.
"We've got one of these TK5 recorders, but what do you have on the tapes?"
"Switch it on and see."
She did as he suggested, and the strains of Schubert's music emerged. A happy smile spread across her face.
"Ah! Die Forelle"
"Well, it's the Trout Quintet where I come from, we're a bit common."
"It doesn't matter what you call it, it's still lovely music. Is this typical of the music you've got?"
"Well, yes, but don't sound so surprised - we engineers aren't all a load of pleb grease monkeys, you know."
She rested her hand on his arm. "Sorry Alan, I didn't mean to sound condescending, and I assure you that most of the nobility that I mix with wouldn't know Schubert from Schoenberg and certainly wouldn't listen to either - not that I would listen to Schoenberg if I could avoid it."
"Me neither. Didn't Sir Thomas Beecham say that he'd never heard any of his music but he might have trodden in some once?"
She burst out laughing. "That sounds about right to me."
This exchange of pleasantries set the tone for the conversation, and they chatted happily for a while as they consumed the afternoon snack. Then he asked her about her personal life and about her husband. Her face clouded over, and it was some time before she was ready to reply, enough for him to realise he had raised a touchy subject.
"Sorry, Aggy, it's none of my business, I shouldn't have asked."
"I was just remembering what Anna said about a sea voyage being a little time out of real life. It has a finite life, and the probability is that we'll never meet again when it's over. I've just met you, I know little about you except that you are good company. So is this a chance for me to talk about my life, to someone who doesn't know me or my family and friends? I've never talked about my home life, it might be cathartic for me, at the risk of boring you witless."
"I doubt that. Remember, you come from a world very different from mine. I'm very happy with my life, but it would never be called privileged, as I guess yours was, and I'll happily learn a bit about how the other half lives."
"Privileged doesn't necessarily mean happy, money isn't everything, though I admit it does help to ignore some of life's less pleasant moments. Mostly I've had a pleasant life, but it was despite my marriage, not because of it. I had a lovely childhood, loving parents, big country house and estate, but I was a bit sickly when I was little and, as a result my parents employed tutors to educate me at home. This was fine, I was well taught, but I didn't get a lot of exposure to boys and I was woefully ignorant about sex - I was taught the basic mechanics, but that was all.."
"When I was eighteen Julian appeared on the scene. He owned an estate not too far from us and was well known to my father. He suggested to my father that I would be a suitable wife for him, and my father agreed. I hardly knew the man, but he was personable and a highly suitable suitor. I was hardly consulted, but I had been brought up to do as I was told, so I went along with the idea, and we were soon married. Now, Julian was a breeder, mainly of horses but also of dogs, and was very successful in both. I was to find out that, as far as he was concerned, I was merely a suitable mate to breed his children, and to grace his house with my presence. Also, as happened later, as I was highly competent with horses I took on the task of breaking in young foals, and to riding out on prospective race horses."
"In the bedroom I was to discover the truth of the man I had married. As you probably know, when a stallion is put to a mare, in the trade the word used is not mating, but covering, and when Julian came to my bed it wasn't to have sexual intercourse, to mate with me, to fuck me, if you'll excuse the expression, and certainly not to make love to me. It was to cover me, in order to breed his children, no more. He even did it in the manner of horses, he made me kneel, he pulled up my nightdress and covered me. When he was done, he returned to his room, hardly a word having been spoken. This procedure was repeated nightly until I became pregnant, then it stopped until our son was born, when he restarted till I bore him a second son. He now had an heir and a spare, and he never touched me sexually again."
"You may well imagine that this was devastating for me. I had had ideas of romantic love and dreamy physical affection, and all I got was a few painful experiences where I was valued only as a brood mare. Then I was discreetly informed that he was, in fact, homosexual, and that he had a male lover who he kept in a flat in London. Fortunately I found life as a mother and chatelaine of a beautiful house and estate very agreeable, not to mention my work with the horses. Apart from his obvious shortfall, Julian was - is - good company and since I accepted that I would never have a physical relationship with him, we get along very well. So that's my life, and you're the first person to hear about it."
Alan had listened with mounting horror to her sad story. He couldn't imagine how any man could treat a woman like that. Then he realised that she was quietly crying, the tears trickling down her cheeks. He put his arm round her and drew her head down onto his shoulder. He felt her sobbing for a few moments, then she looked up at him and smiled weakly, and he felt it was time to divert her.
"If I cried when I was little, my granny used to wipe away my tears." Which he duly did with a tissue. "Then she would give me three kisses. Close your eyes."
He kissed her gently on each closed eyelid.
"So where does the third kiss go?" she enquired.
"Just here."
His lips landed softly on hers, but this wasn't like the quick brush of the lips from his granny. Somehow the kiss lingered. It wasn't fiercely passionate, just the gentle linking of two pairs of lips, and that was when he realised that everything had changed. He was no longer having a polite chat with an upper class lady, old enough to be his grandmother. He was holding close a warm body whose age was irrelevant, and whose lips were warm and soft and responding to his touch. It seemed an age before they parted.
"Better?"
"Much."
"More?"
Yes please."
Once again their lips met, this time hers parted under his touch. He very gently brushed hers with the tip of his tongue, and felt them part a little more, so he cautiously pushed forward so that their tongues met. Then he felt her hand slide behind his head and she pulled him hard against her, and her tongue slid in between his lips, which were suddenly crushed hard together. The kiss seemed to last forever, but they finally parted.
"That's the first time a man has kissed me, I never guessed it could be like that."
Now there was little doubt left in his mind. When Sister Anna had suggested that he should take this patrician seventy year old woman to his bed, he had assumed that she was just joking. Now she was in his arms, and he guessed that she would be receptive to further advances.
"I'm going to put my hand on your breast."
She said nothing, and he cupped her breast, feeling a warm, resilient handful of flesh, encased in a soft brassière under her silky blouse. His fingers roamed over her as he gently fondled her. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he touched the tip of her nipple, which he could just discern under the thin covering, and he squeezed it between fingers and thumb, but so lightly that she only just felt it. After moving to her second breast and giving it the same treatment, with the same silent approval, he decided to make the next move.
"I'm going to go exploring under your skirt."
Again no reply. He slid his hand down across her belly until he felt the swell of her pubic mound, where he let his hand rest as his fingers pressed lightly downwards. Then down her thighs to her knees, where he passed under her skirt hem and began the slow traverse of her thigh. She was bare legged, and he could feel the firm musculation of an active woman as he rose, his palm on the top of her thigh while his fingers probed between her legs. When he reached the junction of her thighs he felt the silky material of her knickers, and his hand now enclosed her sex, his fingers deep in the wide cleft between her thighs.
She whimpered quietly at the alien touch, and he began to kiss her again. This time their kiss was fiercer as his fingers traced the shape of her vulva, pushing the slippery cloth deep into the gap, and he could sense the shaping of her inner lips. He pressed into the top of the groove and felt her body shudder as he found her clitoris, which he gently rubbed.
He ended the kiss and released the pressure on her sex. She smiled at him.
"Are you going to fuck me?"
"Fuck is an ugly word for ugly actions. I want to make love to you."
"Don't say things like that, don't pretend you're in love with me."
"I might be, but that's not what I mean. For me, making love is when two people enjoy giving each other the ultimate in physical pleasure, not just a selfish self gratification. We don't need to be in love to do that, though it's better if we like each other - and I certainly like you."
"Oh God, Alan, I think I might have fallen for you, but I'll settle for a lot of liking. So, what's next."
"I'd like to undress you. Do you think you'd like that?"
"No one has seen me naked since I was little, certainly not my husband, and I'm a bit terrified about what you'll think of this old body, but please undress me - and may I undress you?
If your body looks half as good as it feels, I'll be very happy, and, yes, please undress me. Do you want to go first?"
He realized that she would not have had a really good look at an adult male, and thought it would be less scary for her if he was already naked before she was unveiled.
"Yes, it will be first in every way. The only time I've undressed a man is when my sons were little, and I guess you might be a little more impressive than them, but I suppose the principle is the same."
While they were still seated she knelt in front of him and took off his uniform white shoes and long socks. Then they stood and she unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his shorts and slipped it off him, revealing a well toned torso with a matt of blonde hair. She undid the fastening of his shorts and lowered the zip, so they fell off his waist and slid down his legs, so he could kick them off. She now looked at his underpants, and saw the substantial bulge of his penis. She nervously hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and slid them slowly downwards, uncovering the first adult penis she had ever seen, hanging over his ball sack. She had an urge to touch this impressive male appendage, but was too nervous to do so, and just slid his pants down his legs and off.
Alan smiled at her as she stood up, but didn't comment except to look at her questioningly, which elicited the faintest of smiles and a nod. He leant forward and kissed her very gently, then began opening the buttons on her blouse, and slid it from her shoulders. He unfastened the waist band of her skirt and allowed it to slide down her legs, where she stepped out of it. He stood back and admired her, clad in a gossamer thin white bra and silky knickers with wide legs trimmed with lace.
"Pretty undies."
"So they should be at Rigby and Peller prices."
The bra was cut fairly deeply, with an enticing view of her cleavage, over which he brushed his fingers, before reaching behind her and freeing the hooks. He slipped his fingers under the shoulder straps and slid them off, allowing the garment to fall away from her breasts. She stood still, her hands at her side, and made no attempt to cover her nudity from his questing eyes. He dropped his hands to her waist and pushed her knickers down her legs, leaving her totally naked.
Alan had not thought about what her unveiling would uncover. If he had ever considered what a seventy year old body would look like, the first mental images would have been of flat dangling breasts, a saggy belly, lots of wrinkles and a general appearance of unattractive decay. What he actually saw was certainly not a pert young girl's body, but he was amazed and delighted at the trim figure, breasts that had dropped a little but were still firm and with upturned dark nipples, a slim waist with just a slight roundness of her belly above a pronounced pubis with a covering of grey hair hiding her sex. Sure, there were traces of wrinkles at her elbows and knees, but the legs were long and well muscled adding to the image of a woman who ate sensibly and exercised regularly.
He took her in his arms, and drew her warm, naked form close against him.
"You look and feel lovely. Did you say you were seventy or seventeen?"
"You are a bull shitter, young man, but you do it well. I never thought I'd enjoy the feel of my body against a man, but this is just...wonderful. But please may I ask a favour? When you take me, please will you do what my husband did - cover me like a stallion covers a mare. I want to know what it feels like with a real man."
"Whatever you ask shall be yours. I rather like doing it from behind anyway, I can admire your arse while I'm doing it."
"I'd not thought that we would be doing it in daylight. I've only done it in the dark, now I feel embarrassed at the idea of sticking my bare bum in the air with all my bits on display."
"It's a nice bum, and I'll enjoy the rest of your bits."
He released her and she climbed onto his bunk, and, with no hesitation she knelt with her legs parted, her behind raised and her head resting on the pillow. He followed her and knelt between her legs, looking at the vulva displayed for his attention.. He had remembered the tube of lubricant that Anna had given him and had tucked it down beside the mattress, from which he now retrieved it. He smeared a generous portion on his penis, withdrawing his foreskin to coat his glans, then he slid his coated fingers in between her vagina lips and into her vagina. She couldn't see what he was doing, and was surprised by the cool feel of the gel in her passage.
"What are you doing?"
"Just making sure the mare is ready for her stallion - I'll explain later. Now for the covering."
He moved forward and brought his firm penis to touch her vulva. He stroked it up and down the length of her lips, then introduced it to the opening of her vagina. He pushed forward again and his cock began to part her lips and he felt the tight ring of her opening stretching to accept his glans, and then he felt it being enclosed in her hot channel. The gel he had smeared on her and himself eased the passage and he was soon halfway inside her. He now withdrew a little before penetrating a little further, and he was happy that she was slippery enough that he should not be causing her any discomfort. In fact, though she was still afraid that this could become a copy of he husband's painful humiliation of her, to her delight Alan's cock felt delightful as it filled her neglected sex. His small movements at last brought him to full penetration, and his pubis was firmly pressed against her arse cheeks.
He stayed still for a little while, then withdrew fully before pushing back into her again. His movements were slow and cautious, and while he moved he leaned forwards and slid his hands under her body. Her breasts were hanging heavily below her torso, and he lifted them a little, feeling their weight in his palms. He fondled them for a while, his fingers searching out her nipples, already hard, and his fingers pulling them brought a squeal from her as they were stretched and squeezed. While he did this his movements inside her were a little quicker, and he felt the tiniest contractions of her vaginal muscles as she responded to him. He now released one of her breasts and slipped his hand between her legs. He probed her pussy lips, picking up some moisture from his lube, then found the hood of her clitoris. A small movement caused her clit to enlarge and push out from under its covering, and he began to rub it more quickly. Now his movements were getting quicker and he was pushing harder into her as he tried for maximum penetration.
Any doubts Aggy may have had were long gone, and she was becoming quite vocal, squealing and grunting quietly. His agitation of her clit was having a dramatic effect on her, and suddenly he felt her body tense and her pussy clench on his cock as she pushed back against him. He stayed still while she went through the first real orgasm of her seventy years, and she shuddered before finally relaxing. Alan could feel his own climax approaching, and he lifted his body so he was only in contact with his thighs against hers. He grasped her hips firmly, and began deep, fast thrusts, pushing her face further into the pillow, till at last his fluid was ejaculated deep into her womb in a series of involuntary jerks.
He stayed still, buried deep in her welcoming passage, till he felt his penis softening until it slipped out of her vagina. He was looking down, and saw a stream of his white ejaculate oozing from her still gaping pussy lips, and he took a tissue and wiped her clean. As he moved back, she collapsed onto her side, her legs spread and her sex exposed. Her face showed the mixture of a smile and some tears, and he bent down and kissed her soft lips before laying down beside her.
"At the start of this voyage it would have been beyond my wildest fantasies that I would not only let a young man take total charge of my body, but that it would be the most wonderful experience of my long life. I'd heard about women having orgasms, but I'd no idea what it meant - now I think I do, and it means heaven. I guess you didn't expect to be in bed with an old woman like me, did you? I should think that you normally seduce girls much nearer seventeen than seventy."
"I have to admit that, like most men of my sort of age, the start of a trip holds out the prospect of sexual adventure. What I hope for is the opportunity to make love to a willing partner with a receptive body. Age isn't so important, older ladies are more likely to have a good idea what I want, and don't expect a lifelong love affair, so if they come to my cabin they will probably be prepared to grace my bunk. Seventy is certainly a new experience, but your company is enjoyable and your body is a delight, which I hope to cover frequently for the rest of the trip."
"It's a bizarre thought, but if you consider that true virginity isn't lost till someone has a meaningful union, rather than an animal mating, then I was a seventy year old virgin - but no longer. By the way, what did you do to me before you ...did it? You said you were making me ready."
"Well, how do I put this? Normally by the time a man puts his cock inside woman, she will be ...aroused, and her pussy will be lubricated with her own juices, and I guess the same happens to a mare, and the cock will slide in easily. I was afraid that you were too nervous to be aroused, so I put some of this in you and on my cock" and he produced the tube of lube to show her "and it made it much more enjoyable for both of us. A dry vagina isn't the best of feelings for him or her. And I was told once that older ladies don't lubricate as much as when they are young, so..."
"So my old pussy needs a bit of juice to get it going? I've no idea whether I get juicy when I'm sexually aroused, as it hasn't happened to me. For sure, it explains why it was so bloody painful when my husband fucked me. With you it was sheer bliss, you just slid in and filled me. I could easily fall in love with you, but I'm already in love with your body and what you do with it."
"Look, I've got to go on watch at eight, and I need to eat before that, but we've got a bit of time left, would you like me to see if I can play tunes on your body?"
While he was talking his fingers were roaming across her breast, and when he began brushing her nipple he sensed an immediate response, her nipple began to harden and he heard the tiniest intake of breath.
"You will certainly make music if you do much of that. Please, more."
He was enjoying the sensation of caressing her breasts, surprised at how firm and resilient they were, He leaned over and kissed her lips, this time also using his tongue to part them and enter her mouth. She reacted for a moment by withdrawing at the unexpected intrusion, but quickly pressed back against him, and cautiously responded with her own tongue, and their kiss was prolonged and a bit messy as they licked and sucked lips and tongues. Then he moved from her mouth and kissed down her neck and onto her breast. When he finally arrived at her nipples he found them firm and long as he sucked them into his mouth, one after the other, then roamed all over her pliant flesh, sucking it into his mouth and nibbling gently.
Meanwhile, his hand was not idle. He traced a path down across her belly, feeling its gentle roundness, then his fingers delved into the hair covering her pubic mound. He slid down either side of her vulva, into the cleft between her thigh and her outer lips. He gently squeezed her vulva, pressing her lips against her clitoris. He ran a finger downwards till he felt the wetness of her pussy lips, wet from his fluids, and he drew the moist digit up to seek out the little bud of her clit, which he felt grow firmer from his ministrations. He began a soft rubbing of the growing protuberance, and heard her gasping from the effect. Now he released her breast and concentrated all his attention on the one spot. His finger moved ever faster, then he abruptly change the movement as he pushed a finger deep into her pussy, while his thumb continued the assault on her clit.
Her reaction was immediate, as her body began to push up against his hand and he felt his finger being gripped by her vaginal walls. He probed with his finger till he found the rougher patch of skin covering her G spot, and now she began whimpering and rocking under his touch. He felt her tense and stiffen, then she cried out and collapsed down onto the mattress. He stopped his movements and withdrew his hand, and lay quietly beside her.
"You've done it again, you're a magician, and I love you for that."
"Just treating a lady properly. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to give myself a little treat which I hope you won't find too unpleasant."
Alan pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. He moved forward and rubbed his cock up and down her vulva, rubbing her vagina lips and her engorged clitoris, then pushed slowly into her vagina. This time he needed no lubricant, since she was still slippery from his earlier application, not to mention the copious quantity of his seminal fluid, and he pushed forward steadily till he was buried deep inside her. He rested while she became happily accustomed to his presence, then began moving , a very slow withdrawal and a quicker thrust till his pubes mixed with hers. He was resting on his elbows and was enjoying watching the pleasure on her face, her smile lighting up her features.
After a while he felt his need becoming more urgent, and his movements became quicker, while he allowed his belly to rest on hers so they were sliding one on the other. This brought more engagement with her clitoris, and her breathing was becoming faster as her features became more tense. He felt that her vagina was tightening on his penis, and her whole body was beginning to push up against him. Soon his climax approached, and he felt the pressure as his balls prepared to release his fluid into her body. The last few thrusts were hard as the explosion came, and their bodies locked hard against each other. Although this level of arousal was totally new to her she was totally aware of his approaching climax, then felt the rush of fluid against her cervix, which brought her to her own release, causing her to cry out in sheer joy.
He stayed deep in her until his erection subsided, and they both felt his cock slide out of her. They didn't speak for a while as the tension released, and at last he moved to lie beside her. The look on her face assured him that he hadn't imagined how much she had responded to him, and he was amazed that what he would have thought of as an old woman could be such a very receptive lover.
"What can I say except thank you, Alan. I can't possibly tell you how good I feel, do I really have to leave you now?"
"Afraid so, I've got to eat and work, but if you want to share my bed for a while tomorrow afternoon, you'll make me very happy."
He gave her a tissue to mop up her very well juiced vulva, then they dressed and she left him while he went to eat an early dinner in the mess before going on watch down below. The next afternoon, as promised, he again escorted her to his cabin. As he closed the door behind her - and dropped the latch - she fell into his arms, and a long embrace ensued.
"I suppose we should start off with some light conversation, but I'm just overcome by pure, unadulterated lust. I think I must have been a suppressed nymphomaniac, and you've released all my inhibitions in one go. Please forgive me, I hope you don't find the idea too repulsive."
"I reckon you are kidding yourself, really you're just a woman with normal sexual desires that you've never had the chance to gratify. Anyway, I'll be very happy to try and make up for lost time a little bit for you. In any case, being brutally honest, I've got sexual needs and I hope I can have fun satisfying them with your very nice body."
"Oh, goody!. Shall I undress? Yes I will." And she did and in very short order she was naked in front of him, and he quickly followed her example, then lifted her onto the bunk and followed her.
He kissed her on the lips, then turned her over. He began a slow process of stroking her body with his fingertips, following up with kisses. He progressed across her shoulders, down to her slim waist then her bottom. Her cheeks were firm and pleasantly rounded, and he pinched and kneaded them, before gradually penetrating into her arse crack. His fingers delved deeper, and her cheeks parted revealing the brown, puckered entrance to her back entry. He stroked around the edge and then across the surface, pressing gently against the centre but not hard enough to penetrate. His lips had been following his fingers, and gentle nibbles of her buttocks were followed by his questing tongue approaching and eventually touching her anus, again without trying to enter.
He didn't stay too long before moving down the backs of her thighs, her calves and down to her feet. He lifted her lower legs and caressed her, then briefly sucked her toes, which elicited a giggle from her. Then he made her turn over, and began the happy climb up her legs to the hairy heaven above. For now he avoided her pubis and vulva, but moved quickly up to her breasts. Unsurprisingly, these flattened as she lay on her back, but he took the mounds of flesh into his hands and drew them upwards, then pulled the aureoles and the nipples up into cones, before descending upon them with his mouth, opening his lips wide to hold the maximum amount and biting gently onto the tumescent nipples.
By now she was crooning gently, incomprehensible sounds of pleasure as her excitement grew, and when his hands and his lips moved down towards the centre of her sex, she was aware that her whole body was on the verge of the explosion of an orgasm. His fingers stroked the cleft between thighs and vulva, before moving inwards and parting her inner lips. When he touched her clitoris, the climax hit her, and she was shaking in a spasm of release. He kept still while this was erupting, but when she calmed a little, he slid his finger cautiously between her vagina lips and found, to his delight, that the entry to her pussy was damp from her own release, if not running wet as some of his younger conquests often were. Even so, he wanted to moisten her more and the obvious way to do this was with his tongue. He pushed her legs widely apart, and spread her even more with his fingers. Her pussy lips protruded a little from the outer lips, and the whole area was pink with the blood that engorged it. The hood of her clitoris was covering the secret part, but when his tongue probed under it the bud grew and became apparent, and when he took it between his lips she cried out. Now he attacked with his tongue, slathering the whole area with his saliva, which he also allowed to run into her vagina entrance, followed by the deep intrusion of his tongue.
This action was enough to set her off into the throes of another orgasm, and this time he continued his assault with his tongue, lapping up and down the groove of her pussy from her clitoris to her anus. Then he added to the pressure on her sensory system by pressing his finger against her anal entry till he had just penetrated. By now she was getting so wound up that he was afraid that it could go too far, as he had no experience with elderly women and thought that she could be far more frail than she actually was, so he ceased his ministrations and allowed her to relax.
"I think it's time for you to cover me, for a change. Then you can do the work."
"Oh, can I do that. You'll have to show me how."
"It's easy. Just climb on and pop Alan into Aggy, and away you go. But first, a little attention to my sex tool would stiffen it up a bit."
"You mean - the same way you got me going - with my hands, or..."
"Hands, breasts, lips, anything works."
She leaned over him and cautiously grasped his semi flaccid penis, and as she stroked it the inevitable happened, and it began to grow and harden. After a while she bent down and very carefully kissed his shaft, then gently licked its length, getting a taste of the liquid that was beginning to ooze from below his foreskin. He took her hand and slowly pulled the skin back to expose his shiny purple glans.
"That's lovely - am I doing it right?"
"You're doing fine, and I think it's ready to play. On you get, kneel on top of me."
She carefully straddled him, trying to move herself into position to unite with him. She slid her hand between her legs and grasped his rigid penis, and moved so that she could rub it against her pussy lips, then brought it to the entrance to her wet pussy. Now she felt him beginning to intrude into her and she slowly lowered her body till her pubes were pressing against his, and the full substantial length of his solid flesh was as deep as it could penetrate, pressing against her cervix.
"There, now, all you have to do now is move up and down a bit. Good exercise for you and absolute magic for me. Just be careful that you don't go too far so I fall out. Though that's all right really, you can just put it back in and start all over again."
She followed his instructions and soon managed to achieve a smooth steady action, which was bliss fro him and soon began arousing her, as she was able to concentrate on the sensation of a fat cock moving in her juicy pussy without worrying about the mechanics of the business.
He was enjoying not only the massaging of his cock by her pussy, but he loved the expression on her face as she concentrated on her movements and the sensations they were causing. Then he had a bright idea, and he held her hips to stop her moving.
"Do you masturbate?"
"Me, masturbate? I'm a woman, remember, masturbation is for men, surely."
"Oh Lord, you really have been deprived. Are you seriously telling me that you don't ever rub your clitty, and put you fingers in your vagina till you get an orgasm? Every girl does that, surely."
"No, I've never touched myself down there except to wash. When I was little my nanny smacked me if I touched myself, are you telling me I've been missing out on something else good for no reason?"
"Well, now's your chance to catch up on some lost time."
"You're telling me to get off you and play with myself?"
"Not at all, just sit on me with my cock inside your pussy and rub your clit, go on, try it."
She looked at him somewhat doubtfully, but slid her finger into the valley of her vulva and probed around until a sharp intake of breath told him that she had found the target. Her finger slid under the hood protecting her clitoris, and she gently began to stroke herself. After a little while her movements speeded up and became more purposeful, her clit having swollen to protrude noticeably, and she tried squeezing it between finger and thumb. Her other hand had unconsciously moved to her breasts, and she was tugging at her hardened nipples. Now she was totally absorbed in her own physical response, and Alan watched her face grow more and more tense, her head thrown back and her breathing coming in a series of gasps, as he felt her pussy muscles pulsing on his cock . At last she screamed her pleasure as her body went rigid and the full onslaught of her orgasm hit her.
He was holding the soft curve of her hips as she slowly collapsed onto him. He let her lie quietly on him for a little while, then began to slowly push up into her. She was still inert, but his movements stirred her and she began responding to him, and after a few false moves she brought her body into sync with his, and they were moving together in a flowing motion as her belly and breasts slid across his torso. He felt his orgasm approaching and, as his sperm began the journey from his balls, he grasped her hips firmly and delivered a series of firm thrusts as his back arched and lifted their bodies and his juice was blasted into her pussy. To his delight - and hers - she also had an orgasm, not as fierce as before, but enough to tense her body again, and to cause her pussy to pulse on his rigid cock. Then she fell back onto him, and they both lay quietly as his penis softened, and eventually slid out of her slippery vagina, as their mouths sought out each other in a long, gentle kiss.
At last they reluctantly separated and lay side by side, allowing the air from the overhead forced ventilation system to dry off their sweaty bodies. They were both breathing a little heavily from their joint exertions, and for a while words seemed unnecessary, till at last she spoke.
"I don't think that will be as good when your cock isn't inside me, but at least I can enjoy myself and think of you at the same time. Just think, I've had that lovely toy all these years, and never played with it. Whatever next?"
"Next is me getting dinner and going to work."
During the remaining days of the voyage they spent many happy hours together as he showed her some of the many variations on the oldest game. At last the ship berthed at Southampton, and she went ashore, having spent the previous afternoon in a last frenzy of sexual bliss. She was in tears as she left his cabin, and he was sad to see her go. This particular liaison had been different from all the others, as her age and sexual naivety had made their time together more profound. They never mentioned the possibility of another meeting of any sort. This had been a unique experience for them both, that they would both remember for the rest of their lives.
After the passengers had all left the mail for the crew was brought on board. When Alan collected his he found that included an envelope with the ship's name on it, and inside was a cheque for a thousand pounds with a little note that just read: 'For services rendered, with love from Aggy."