At the same time her unnaturally hot and silky insides fluttered, nipped, clamped and massaged. It took quite a while. But the outcome was the most spectacular orgasm in the history of mankind.
The inevitable climax was so earth shaking. I can say with certainty that I have never come like that before or since.
As I shot into her she finally made a sound. It was a very loud gasp. Her insides convulsed chaotically and she threw herself into a back bend that almost touched her head to the deck at my feet, still astride with her powerful legs gripping mine and with me not touching her. I didn't know the human spine could bend like that.
She held that pose for at least a half minute. All I could see was the little landing strip at the familiar point where our hips joined, her rock hard stomach and the tip of her rib cage. Even her giant tits had disappeared from sight, she was bent that far back.
It was the most incredible display of physical strength and body control I have ever witnessed.
After about thirty seconds she smoothly sat back up, still astride me. That move was amazing in itself because she just came up from an almost ninety degree back bend without heaving or using anything to right herself.
Then She stood up pulling me out of her and without a word she disappeared back in the cabin. I got her point. She was illustrating the difference between man and woman and as usual I was humbled by her superior female soul.
~
Janey
I love Paul with all of my heart. And in many ways he is the smartest man I know. But occasionally I feel like I have to fill in some of the places where "abysmally ignorant" doesn't begin to describe him.
One of those is in how he handles intimacy. It is probably natural for "man the hunter" to go with hit and run tactics. That must be hardwired into them from the beginning of the species.
Of course that is completely counter to what a woman wants.
He had fucked me that afternoon and I am pretty sure he felt like he was telling me in his primeval way that he was mine and I was his.
In fact, I think that that is often as close as the average man gets to being "close" to a woman from an intimacy standpoint.
But as a woman I know that if you are truly in love with a man you want him to be completely part of you, not just in and out. So I chose the time that he was well into the night watch to teach him the difference.
He was sitting on the helmsman's bench staring at the compass. When I stepped out on the deck I intended to "pose", just to let him understand that this was the beginning of the "lesson." He stared at me like he had seen an apparition.
As I walked over to him he started to talk to me, but "talking" is a man's domain and I was in charge tonight. So I shushed him.
He looked puzzled and then surprised when I hopped up on his legs straddling him. Tonight I was Aphrodite, the Goddess of love herself.
Aphrodite was supposedly born just east of our current position, at Pathos in the Aegean. I could feel her spirit as I undid his pants, slid them underneath us and inserted him into me.
He slid up to the very top and I held him there, looking into his eyes. Those blue eyes are as vast and all-embracing as the north, without any of the coldness. And he was looking at me with the sort of intensity that normally turns me into liquid.
But tonight I was the Goddess and I had to teach this pitiful male what being embraced by the female essence really felt like.
So I began to work on him with my inner muscles. He started to move, but we were not fucking tonight, we were merging. No man could understand that difference and so I could not allow him to participate in the unification.
I stopped him with my finger to his lips. We stayed in his position, absolutely still, while I continued to caress him deep inside me.
He began to swell and spasm while sitting there motionless, which was incredibly stimulating.
All of the action was going on inside me. We continued to look into each other's eyes and I could see the baby, the little boy and the man all looking out from in there. The merger was very close to us becoming one soul.
And still my busy insides continued to tug and pull and milk and nip. The heat was mind-altering, the smell even more so.
After an infinity of intimate merger he came. It was so powerful that I gasped loudly and lost total control over my entire body. Only my strong female legs held me to him, that and our joining.
I fell back like I was dead. For more than a few moments my entire perspective was upside down, looking at the cabin with my hair hanging down to the floor.
My insides eventually stopped heaving so I brought myself back to sitting on him. I pushed him out of me, stood up and walked back into the cabin closing the door.
The Goddess was waiting there. She smiled and nodded her approval and then went on to her endless task of advising women in the difficult task of teaching men about true love.
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Paul
We reached Mykonos on the morning of the third day. I had wanted to stand all of the night watches to let Janey sleep and so I dropped anchor offshore and hit the cabin for six hours of shuteye.
We were going to have to eventually dock the boat but I was in no mood for clearance paperwork and dockmaster fees until I had had some rest.
Janey was still asleep, she had stood most of the watch with me the night before, sitting and talking and sipping coffee, wearing one of my sweaters and nothing else to keep off the cold.
And she had nearly killed me on the first night's watch.
She was naked as usual, lying on her side with her huge tits on faultless display. I lay down on my back next to her and immediately conked out.
I awoke a few hours later bathed in sweat.
Janey was still sleeping lying half on me, her head resting neatly under my chin. She is a cuddle monster, which is so totally endearing that it is hard to express.
I don't know how she manages to do it, but her weight is never an issue when she's cuddling, which is kind of contradictory since she is very solid and muscular woman, albeit small.
My theory is that she has hollow bones like a bird.
Our legs were all tangled up and it was going to be difficult to get out of the bed without waking her. As I started to ease her off me she woke up.
Another odd thing about Janey is that she goes from asleep to instantly awake, like a cat. She looked at me speculatively for a minute and then without preamble kissed me with open mouthed ardor.
Kissing Janey is an experience that could substitute for sex with most women. She is totally "there" when she kisses somebody, so involved that it is like there is nobody else in the world.
She is a perfect soul mate but because she also loves to kiss she will occasionally plant one on another man.
That proceeds to redefine the term "jealous" for me, because I know what the guy is feeling and I suspect I know what she is feeling. It is just too damned intimate for my tastes, even if it is harmless.
I said, "WOW! What was that for."
She said, "thank you."
I said "For what?"
She said "Just thank you" and glided out of bed to the head. I'll never understand women.
~
Janey
Paul is like another part of me. It isn't so much a him or me as it is an "us." When I wake up with him the feeling of contented completeness is sometimes too much for me to bear.
When we awoke that morning we were all tangled up. I could feel his breathing as I lay on his chest and his legs all mixed up with mine. I could also feel his rapidly stiffening member on my leg.
I didn't want sex but I had to kiss him. We kissed deeply for a little while. Just a way of saying "I love you."
Then I thanked him. I have no idea where THAT came from. It was just an overwhelming thought.
He said quite logically, "For what" but the answer was so complex and lengthy I couldn't explain it. I just felt total gratitude that we had found each other and that we were together.
I hopped out of bed hopefully giving him a complete overview of the "goods" and disappeared into the head. Tonight I was going to put on a show that would have the whole world envying this man.
~
Paul
We anchored next to a line of fishing boats. It was getting later in the afternoon and Janey had changed out of her birthday suit and into a little short skirt and matching silk shirt number that didn't involve much cloth but looked like it had cost her four or five hundred dollars in Paris. Needless to say she didn't require nylons to enhance her golden brown legs.
She buys her own clothes out of her trust fund, which allows her to purchase anything she wants. She knows fashion, loves to shop and has probably never looked at a price tag in her life.
Her short thick preppy bob was in perfect shape without her doing any of the things that women do to their hair and her skin was absolutely golden.
The thin shirt and what I am sure was an industrial strength bra, held her chest down from distracting to merely delightful. But her long incredibly beautiful dancer's legs were on full display in the short skirt.
We took the Zodiac to the shoreline, pulling it up on the rocky beach, and walked twenty yards to the main drag, Janey putting on a pair of 5 inch heels as she went.
Mykonos is bigger and more populated than people might think. It has an excellent harbor at the city itself, which the locals spell Mikonos.
The city is classic Greek islands, low white washed buildings, narrow streets and funky looking windmills distributed all over the surprisingly high elevations behind the city.
The sun and nightlife bring herds of tourists and cruise ships for a taste of the classic la dolce vita. Tonight was no different, there were large excited crowds and the booming club scene could be heard as well as seen.
The clubs themselves line the harbor to the north east of the main town. All of them were in full swing, even though the sun was just setting.
We had anchored in front of the town itself and the Zodiac was pulled well up on the beach just at the end of the buildings that marked the dividing line between the residential and party scene.
We were greeted when we landed by a scruffy Greek dog who must have worked the tourist trade for all of his, no doubt, colorful life.
As we walked to our left up the beach toward the restaurants, he immediately followed with his tail wagging slowly and expectantly, It was getting dark and we hadn't eaten so we stopped at the first taverna we saw and ate.
The dog joined us at our table. He was some kind of mangy combination of black, grey and white. He was very long haired so it was hard to see his eyes behind his long muzzle.
He was maybe 90 pounds and he was not skinny, which was probably to be expected with a creature as capable of romancing the tourists with Greek charm as this guy was.
He licked his chops and sat patiently eyeing me.
I ordered him a plate of Souvlaki and rice. His kind of sang-froid deserved a reward.
The native food was excellent as was the Retsina that we were washing it down with. With the pine resin taste that gives it its name Retsina is the wine of the working class.
I like it because it is great super cold and it has intense taste. Janey is a lot more refined in her tastes but she was getting into the spirit of the place and so we killed a bottle before we knew it.
The dog sat at my feet through the entire dinner. He was occasionally reminding me that he was there, in case I wanted to drop some of the baklava that I was eating. We both enjoyed desert together.
~
Janey
Paul had been adopted by some kind of mangy hound the minute we hit the beach. I have been raised with all breeds of dogs my entire life. This one was not one my father would have allowed on our estate.
He was big and hairy and had a kind of lower class Greek je ne sais qua that you see in their fishermen. If he had been human I am sure he would have been swilling from a bottle of Ouzo.
We were both hungry and the taverna we stopped at was excellent. The dog seemed to be a regular there because he sauntered in like he owned the place and nobody objected.
He then proceeded to work Paul like a Turkish rug merchant and the guy actually caved and bought the animal a human dinner.
The two of them then proceeded to do the male bonding thing to a point where I thought they were going to break out the handkerchiefs and start dancing around like Zorba the Greek.
I was sitting there looking sultry at him and he was ignoring me completely while he shared his baklava with a scruffy cur.
I decided it was time to dance. He could bond with his newfound friend all he wanted as long as he let me get out onto a dance floor.
My love of dancing is well known. It is sport, sex and art all tied up in a neat little package. I can do it for hours. And the sound of the music from the club next to the Taverna was lifting me out of my seat.
I followed its seductive trail in the door, ignoring the guy collecting admission, and immediately headed out into the middle of all of the light and sound.
I could see Paul behind me paying. The dog sauntered past the guy at the door with a metaphoric wink and a tip of his hat and headed expectantly toward the bar. That was the last I saw of them for a long time.
I was lost in the music.
~
Paul
I could have sat at the taverna all night admiring the sea and nightlife but Janey was getting restless. So I put a surprisingly few Euros on the bill and we moved on. My newfound Greek friend tagged along behind me.
We hit the first club we encountered. I am not a dancer. Janey is a marvelous, dynamic dancer. It is normal for her to just walk in the door and head straight to the middle of the floor. There she will proceed to shake her booty non-stop for four or five hours, dancing with anybody who comes near her.
We used to have an agreement about how often we do this, since I get a whole lot less fun out of the evening than she does. But it would be cruel and unusual to prevent a free spirit like Janey's from doing what she was born to do.
And since I love her I knew that I was looking at several nights of fending for myself.
As she disappeared into the crowd radiating delight I settled into my normal routine which is to drink and watch people. The majority of the crowd was tourist but there were a few locals, mainly grubby looking street types.
There were also a bevy of super-fine looking 30-somethings off of the cruise ship that was parked in the harbor. That definitely livened up the interest part.
I was leaning against the bar watching Janey bump energetically up against a guy who could only be a lawyer. His hair gel was literally melting down his forehead.
The dog had followed us in and nobody seemed to mind. He was presently sitting next to my bar stool panting slightly. It was hot in there.
I ordered him a plate of some kind of squid snack and a little water. He thanked me and proceeded to work on it while I watched Janey go through a series of gyrations that were worthy of whatever hot female dancer is topping the pop charts these days. Everybody stopped to watch her.
The 30-somethings were nice looking women but the contrast between Janey's looks and the way those girls looked meant that she was going to dominate the dance floor that night.
One of the 30-somethings detached herself from the herd and walked rather decisively over and asked me to dance. I told her that I was such a lousy dancer I limited myself strictly to drinking but I would be happy to buy her a drink if she was so inclined and I introduced her to my Greek friend who proceeded to slobber on her as a way of greeting.
She chose Ouzo, which spoke very well for her. When you have a woman like Janey in your life you don't check out other women in the same way you did when you were sizing up prospects for one night stands. But theoretically, if I had been looking for such an experience this woman would have been right at the top of the list.
She was a sleek, nicely tanned blue eyed brunette, solid but slightly chunky with hair down past her shoulders in some kind of expensive cut. She had beautiful smooth skin, long legs a wide sensual mouth and a rack close to Janey's size along with very functional looking hips.
We did the usual range-finding gambit, things like, "where are you from?", "how did you get here?" She had an ironic sense of humor mixed with a lot of sarcasm, which I found delightful. More importantly she got along well with my new buddy.
We talked and then the three of us went outside to sit on the stone fence in front of the club. The aim was to get a little fresh air and away from all of the noise.
It was starting to get very close and humid, with flickers of lightning in the clouds way to the north. The whole situation had the kind of look and feel that would lead an experienced sailor, which I am, to head for the first port available.
I was fascinated to learn that the woman I was talking to was actually a long standing Atlanta cop. She said that she had worked everything from vice to homicide and that she was currently heading up a cybercrime investigation unit for the Atlanta PD.
I made a point of not telling her my name because I wanted her to talk freely and people tend to clam up when they find out who I actually am.
She was a striking woman and I was thinking about kissing her as we sat. A person as attractive as she was deserved some kind of recognition, even if it was just a simple kiss and grope.
I know that that was what she wanted. She kept touching my arm and leaning into me, showing off a really magnificent pair of tits and occasionally smashing them on my arm.
The little devil in my head was absolutely gibbering with lust. So I put my arm around her and drew her shoulders the rest of the way toward me and looked at her pretty face in the moonlight. Then we had an intense kiss.
She moaned slightly and molded herself against me for an instant, which was all she was allowed.
I drew back and she said very huskily, "Well, we'd better go back in and see how your wife is doing." We walked in talking while the dog followed behind, tail wagging like he knew something but wasn't going to tell anybody.
~
Janey
Paul had disappeared. If I hadn't been dancing that would have upset me, since he was talking to an eye-poppingly attractive woman off of one of the cruise ships. And I was pretty certain they had gone outside.
From past experience I was sure that he would at least kiss her and maybe actually make out with her for a while.
I am willing to give Paul a long leash when I am dancing because I am aware of how sexual that gets. Every modern dance is some form of seduction, in a socially acceptable fashion of course, and I can't help turning men on when I dance with them.
In fact the need to express myself in a quasi-sexual manner is so fundamental to my psyche that I don't realize what that might be communicating to certain types of people.
Paul understands that this is harmless and it is never going to cross the line. But the effect that I have on men would make a lesser person insanely jealous.
In return I am willing to tolerate him getting to know a pretty woman beyond polite conversation. That is, as long as everything is fair.
I am willing to let him get exactly as intimate with any partner he chooses as I do with the people I am dancing with. That involves a reasonable degree of intimacy so I expect him to occasionally disappear, as he did in this case.
That much is permitted just as long as I see him before I change partners and he does not spend his time exclusively with whoever he has chosen for that night.
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