Gail Sails With Gia

And so we met Giancomo, our host. A handsome man of about 45, dressed casually, and with obvious taste. He was slight, maybe five feet three, slightly graying, and he looked very fit.

Peter and Phyllis were waiting. Gail stood at arms length from Peter and broadly smiling commented, "You clean up pretty well Peter." He took both Gail's hands in his and again said "I don't believe that we meet you again this way. I'm thrilled" I replied, "We should have known that you would be partying in Monaco instead of Italy." Peter responded, "This late in the season Monte Carlos is more alive. We've been here six weeks already," I'm mixing a little pleasure with the business."

Then Peter added, "Ri, how ever did you get invited to his cocktail party?" Then without waiting for an answer. "We would have invited you last year but getting into his parties isn't easy. His party, is the most sought after every year." Peter's friends were still in the gathered around group, and now listening to our conversation.

"Anyway…" Peter continued, "This is just terrific. I'll book us for dinner at a nice place for a late dinner tonight, we can talk then". "We're going to a reception at a Fort after the cocktails." I commented. "What," Peter almost shouted. The whole group was listening intently now. Then he continued. "You're invited to the Reception at Fort Antoine Theatre?" "Yes." I simply replied. "Now Ri," Peter continued. "How the hell did you manage that?" I answered, "I didn't, and Giancomo organized it." "Giancomo?" Peter said as a statement, "Your friend Giancomo?" "Yes." I again said. "We're sailing with them for a few days," Gail remarked. Peter looked to me, then to Phyllis and Gail. "Well, I'll be darned," He said, smiling broadly, shaking his head from side to side. "I've got to hand it to you Ri.. As long as we've been coming here we couldn't get beyond the cocktail party. And you're sailing "for a few days", as you say. My dear Gail, sailing on this yacht for a few days is travel in very thin air."

And so went the evening. The party started to wind down. People left in groups laughing and chatting. Peter and I exchanged hotel numbers. We would see them when we returned on Sunday, and we retired to our cabin to prepare for the reception.

"Would you say Peter was impressed with our invitation?" Gail asked when we were in our cabin. "I would say that he was. It was nice to know someone at the party," I replied. Gail not listening to me said, "It must be something pretty special." "I'd say it must, we have to thank Tamara. To think she went through the trouble of calling him."

It had been years since I had worn a tuxedo, 'smoking' as they say. Gail was dressed in a dark green silk dress that had only one side across her shoulder. Half of her back was uncovered clearly showing she was without a brassiere, and when she moved her arm you could see the beginning of the side of her breast. It showed little enough but I imagined a lot of people would stare, hoping to see something. I convinced Gail that her concern that her "breasts are almost exposed," was unwarranted. She looked simply angelic.

We were expected to be at the reception at 21:00 Hrs. At 20:15 there was a knock on our cabin door and I opened it to a smiling Mauricio who informed us, " Signores, your car will be ready in 15 minutes".

When we walked down the gangway a large grey Citroen Limousine was waiting for us. The chauffer opened the door and sitting inside was Giancomo and Gabriela. "Well hello," I said, "Another surprise. I hope we didn't keep you waiting? Giancomo answered, "Not at all." Gabriela looking at Gail said, "You look stunning Gail, what a lovely dress." And thus the girls began a discourse about dresses and designs.

Giancomo filled me in on the importance of the evening. It seemed that he and another businessman sponsored this reception each year for a charity dear to Monaco. He commented that the reception would be a lot of, "Oh how are you, I missed you, then afterward you ask who they were. After the reception a very nice Italian restaurant was reserved and that should be fun."

Arriving at the Fort was very impressive for Gail and myself. Cameras were flashing, everyone seemed to be on display as we walked into the Hall. Giancomo was spoken to by everyone. Gail, Gabriela and I just stood by as he greeted one person after another, remembering what seemed like hundreds of names. We listened to speeches in French and Italian, many praising Giancomo, and it seemed everyone was trying their best to be noticed. At 22:00 it was winding down and we headed for dinner along with a chosen group.

The restaurant was crowded with beautiful people. Before we took to table everyone roamed about.. Giancomo introduced us to a middle aged couple he said would be sailing with us, and two gentlemen from Italy, informing us that they were dining "at our table" this evening. One man was reserved, almost dour, and the other, Angelo, looked about 35 - balding down and the middle, tried to keep the conversation going for both. He was built solidly and very tall, he looked twice the size of Giancomo. We left them and went for wine then moved around as well. Gabriela was more with Gail and myself then with Giancomo. She introduced us to two men from Monaco that she knew and we spoke with them for 10 minutes. Both were very involved in tennis and one, a former race car driver with serious burn scars on his face, wrote our name and hotel so that he could call to arrange a tennis court at the Monte Carlo club. I think people thought we were important just because we were with Giancomo.

All this while an assortment of wine was offered and, because we did not know the wines, we tasted most to see what we liked. And of course we tasted and drank far too much and enjoyed each as much as the last. At one point Gabriela and I went out on the street in front of the restaurant to get away from the "show" as she put it.

I noticed Gail in the center of the restaurant with the Italian group mostly talking and laughing with Angelo. A few minutes later she joined us outside. I watched as she approached. "Enjoying?, she asked. I replied nodding, "Yes, but a bit overwhelming don't you think? "Yes", she said, "but very exciting." "You are the loveliest girl here" I said to her, not minding that Gabriela could hear. She just smiled but her eyes were fiery, full of energy. The evening and the wine were having an affect.

We sat for a planned dinner that started with a small plate of Penne served with a scoop of ricotta cheese and a tomato sauce, then grilled Tuna, an array of vegetables, and wine and more wine. Giancomo seated the two Italian men beside one another with Gail and Gabriela on either side of them. I sat with Gail on my right and on the other side the Italian lady Francesca whom I believe made much to do over me, thinking I was someone important. Gail shared almost all of her dinner conversation with Angelo, who was seated beside her. I later learned he was the Financial Director for Giancomo's companies.

I also noticed that Gail was leaning back and turning in such a way that he could probably see much of her breast. Maybe even her nipple. If she leaned forward it would have been obvious to the whole table. Leaning back only he could see. I tried not to stare in spite of the fact that I found it very sexy.

I started placing my hand over her glass when the waiter came to pour wine since I did not want Gail to get drunk or sick. Strangely enough it seemed that whenever Francesca was being overly attentive to me Gail would turn to me or touch me or talk with me. I smiled inwardly thinking she was jealous.

It was well after midnight when dinner was over. Giancomo was moving from table to table. We were all talking in pairs. I with Francesca and her husband, Gabriela with the older man was standing near the bar. It felt like someone was getting up from the bank and I turned toward Gail. Angelo had his right hand on the table and was looking across the room. Gail was leaning back on the bank slightly turned toward Angelo. I noticed that even from my angle I could see the top of her nipple. At that very instant Gail moved her right leg so that it was almost touching his leg and, though I couldn't see, I could imagine that their legs were touching under the table. I then noticed his left hand was under the table partly covered by the tablecloth, and I realized that Gail was letting him touch her legs.

The table was close enough so that the table cloth covered most of his arm. I felt certain he was touching her. I turned back to see if Francesca had noticed but she too far around the table and was turned away. When I turned back Gail was leaning forward, both wrists resting on the table, acting as if something were about to happen. The way she was sitting anyone on the other side could have looked down her dress, and her position was blocking me from seeing Angelo. For a long time, maybe a minute or two, she sat this way. Then she stood up leaning on the table and looked at me, her eyes looked glazed, and said she was going to the ladies room. I rose to let her out and watched her cross to where Gabriela was standing. Just before she entered the ladies room she stole a last surreptitious glance behind her to our table, then disappeared inside.

Within fifteen minutes the restaurant started to empty and we were on our way back to the boat with Giancomo. He inquired if we had a fun evening, we commented that we did, and thanked him. He drank continuously during the evening but did not seem the least out of control. When we arrived we all four lumbered up the gangplank as if coming home tired after a long day. I marveled at the pure luxury of living on a boat. A second steward, a very tall lanky youth we had not seen before, was on deck. Giancomo invited us for a Port before bed and we all four sat on the back deck in the night air sipping a port and almost whispering, before we said our goodnights.

In the cabin we made ready for bed. Gail was still full of energy and wanted to talk. She was feeling good, but not drunk, and the Port had given her an extra wind. I watched her undress at the closet and thought she looked so beautiful taking off her dress and standing in her lace underwear. She crawled over me kissing me, telling me how she was going to lay in the sun all day tomorrow.

I was rubbing the palm of my hand over her breast and nipples while talking. "That feels nice." She said. "I felt sexy tonight." "You looked very sexy," I replied. "Especially when you were leaning back." She looked at me weighing the moment. "Could you actually see?, she asked. "Toward the end of the evening there were times, yes." "Did you mind?, she asked inquiring. We had both been expecting to be flashy this trip but it had not happened yet and we were both tentative. "No. I loved looking at you. I was turned on when you leaned your leg against Angelo. "You noticed that?" "Yes I noticed that," I responded. "You certainly let him poach at the table," I commented. She gave me a quizzing glance but just for a moment, then half smiled. "He kept placing his hand on my leg when we were eating. Did you notice?" "Yes. Though I tried not to stare. How far did he get?" "Too far, Gabriela almost saw him. Did anyone else notice?" she asked, and then, "Oh that feels good," as I rolled the palm of my hand over her nipple. "Maybe Francesca figured it out. Who knows. Hope not." I said all in one breathe. "How far did he get?" I again asked. She sighed then responded, "At first he just touched my legs. Later he had his hand under my dress, between my legs." "Rubbing you?" I inquired. "More like one finger, trying to touch me." "Did you open your legs to let him?" "Yes." "Did he get you off?" "No." By now I was hard and rubbing her nipple with one hand I reached to touch between her legs. "I would think from looking at him that he's not your type of guy." "He isn't," she immediately replied. "Then why would you let him do that?" "It was the circumstance Ri." "I'll say it was a circumstance," I responded, "Did you enjoy it?" Now she paused a long moment "Yes. I almost came. When I stood up it was because I wanted to stop, I didn't want to come." I now had my fingers under her panties, thinking we would make love. These past few days had been wonderful. Together all day, anticipating what would happen, making love at every opportunity. "Did you expect him to follow you to the restroom when you went there?" Again I could feel her thinking wheels turning. She placed her hand on my thigh when she answered, "He said he would." By this time I had entered her and slowly started to make love. "Were you planning to let him finish in the ladies room." "No Ri." she replied. "Oh, I don't know, I was pretty turned on. But, no I was not planning." I could hear the excitement in her voice. She had found her rhythm. We made love slowly, quietly, and though I had hoped to get more details, it was not to be.

The next morning, while waiting for Gail to come up for breakfast, I went roaming around the boat. I met the Captain, a Frenchman, and an impressive figure in his white starched uniform. He imparted much information about the boat and our planned trip.

When Gail arrived we took breakfast in the dining room which was beyond the living room area in the back part of the boat. Fresh fruit, cheeses, French bread and croissants made up a buffet. After eating I telephoned to our hotel and was given a message to, "… call your friend at the Tennis Club, it could be arranged." I called the number given me by the tennis player we had met last night and arranged to meet him at the club at 11:00 to book a court and suitable time. I asked and the Captain assured me that time would permit the visit.

We headed back to our cabin. Gail decided to laze on the sun deck all day. When I left for the tennis club she was sitting on the couch in an armless cotton shirt and lace panties, one leg up on the couch, using her toe nail clippers. The view was so seductive that I found it difficult to leave.

I walked down the gangway and started to walk toward the port entrance. I was less then 200 meters from the boat when a car pulled alongside and the driver opened the passenger door saying something I could not hear. He meant for me to ride with him to the entrance which I did. Within an hour I had visited the club, booked the court for Tuesday and returned to the boat by taxi.

No one was to be seen on board so I simply headed straight down to our cabin. Gail was still sitting on the couch looking seductive as she polished her toe nails. "That was a second fast trip," she commented. I looked at her quizzing the comment but didn't ask. "Just minutes after you left there was a tap on the door. I figured it was you and said, yes? Mauricio the steward opened the door," she pointed the small brush toward a pile of towels, "he brought towels and slippers," she said. "Oh?" I responded. "Were you… dressed like now?" "Like this," Gail said, gesturing toward herself. "Like that," I asked. "Leg up on the couch?" She just nodded yes. "Boy he must have had some view." "I think he was transfixed. He stood like a statue for what seemed like minutes. Just staring between my legs, no pretense." "So what did you do, did you move?" I asked. "No," Gail replied. I didn't move an inch. I just said thank you Mauricio." "With those lace panties not much left to imagine." I said. What did he do?" "He just gave me the cutest smile and said, prago signora, and walked out." "Gail my love, you are incorrigible, and you are making me hard." "Ri my dear, you bring it out in me." As I was walking toward the bathroom there was a knock on the door. I turned to Gail and spread my arms in a gesture of, 'and who could that be'? She shook her head and mouthed in a low whisper, "Can't imagine who," smiling mischievously. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the louvered doors just as Gail responded to the knock, "Yes, come in."

It was Mauricio again. I couldn't see him but looking through the louvers I could clearly see Gail. She was sitting with one leg on the couch. Her panties were pulled tight making a perfect outline - even indenting slightly the length of the pussy. She was braless and one breast was hanging, weighty and enticing, under her shirt. She was looking at Mauricio as he announced in his heavily accented English,, "Signora, we will be sailing in about thirty minutes." I thought I should tell him I was back but Gail distracted me. She was sitting on the couch staring back at Mauricio with the most innocent smile she could muster. I almost coughed a laugh. After a long silence Mauricio said, "Bene Signora, you need something you call me,." And I heard the door click shut. I opened the bathroom doors, "Now that was the ultimate tease, poor kid is probably in pain." She nodded in agreement, "I will have to be careful. He just stood there staring and getting hard in the process. I don't want him making an issue that might get back to Gaincomo". "You're right," I replied, "but, what did you expect?" Gail just looked at me without comment and I thought this was a side I had not seen before.

Just about midday there were two toots on the ships horn and a few minutes later the boat started to move. Gail and I dressed in jeans and sneakers spent a fascinating hour on deck watching as Monaco grew distant. The boat leveled off and started sailing parallel to the coastline as we headed toward Italy.

Giancomo and Gabriela finally came on deck at about 14:00 hrs. Gabriela was right behind him in a short green flowing see through cover with a scanty bikini beneath. She moved with grace, always smiling. It was intoxicating to watch her, and I made mental note of Gail's appraising looks at Gabriela.

We discussed the beauty of the coastline, the evening past, and Giancomo informed us that we would have lunch shortly then laze on deck until sundown. Gail went below to change into her swim suit and returned ten minuets later as we sat for lunch.

I was amazed at the dinner table setting, and the meal. There was a extra cold white wine served with an antipasto of poached egg served on braised eggplant.. To my surprise he had chosen a California Chardonnay, called Newton, a slightly sweet perfect compliment to the meal, I thought. We then had tiny Quail roasted to perfection with lightly steamed fennel and tiny strawberry sized roasted potatoes. This was served with a French red wine. The meal was a feat in itself, and for me, not the least of which was that it was prepared on board a boat. We drank two bottles of wine and after dinner went up to the sun deck with champagne. Giancomo and I sat under umbrellas on deck chairs and the girls sun bathed topless.

After an hour or so Gabriela sat up and proceeded to take off the bottom of her swimsuit, then turned to lie face down, all the while conversing with Gail. I was transfixed. Giancomo smiled and said, "I'm getting used to it… unfortunately."

Giancomo and I retired into the living room and watched a Clint Eastwood cowboy video. The girls joined us in the early evening and we watched another movie Presidents Men. Dinner was light cheese, bread and fresh fruit with Champagne. I chatted extensively with Giancomo. He was inquisitive and asked me many questions about my work , and travels. I found out that he was primarily in finance but involved in the fashion business as well. He seemed so relaxed and unpretentious in spite of his obvious wealth. I liked the man.

That evening Gail and I retired to our luxury, spent from the late evening yesterday, and too much wine and sun. We were relaxed listening to the ever so slight hum of the engine as we slowly moved along the coast of Italy about two miles off shore. According to the Captain the small waves in rapid succession made the sea a little rough. I explained to Gail that the boat had stabilizers that countered the swaying movement. We cuddled and slept soundly.