Veronique Goes Sailing Ch. 03

"Are you feeling OK?" Ryker called out over the sound of the wind.

"Yes, it's quite exciting, isn't it?" I replied.

Aaron also enquired how I was and asked if I felt seasick at all. I told him I felt fine. Then he turned to me. "You know you asked me if I'd ever slept with Valerie?"

I got in quick, "Yes, and you said you hadn't," a little concerned he was going to tell me he'd lied to me.

"No, I haven't. But we're going to have to spend the night with her and Tony tonight, and I'm pretty certain she'll be planning some fun and games, as she takes what little opportunities she has these days to set up a party when Ryker and I visit."

I nodded my head and smiled at him; not sure where he was going with this, but I had a twinge of anticipation at the thought I might witness Valerie getting fucked tonight.

"The fact is, last time we visited, Valerie had Rex and Sally over. You remember Sally?" 

I nodded my head.

"I'm guessing that they may be there tonight, and Sally's preference is to be tied up and fucked by more than one guy, and we all had her last time Ryker and I were here. I'm a bit worried that will come out in conversation and spoil things between you and me. So I thought I had better get in first and be honest with you."

Even over the wind, Ryker was listening to our conversation, and he butted in, "If Sally's there tonight, she's almost certain to want another session with Aaron's big pecker. And be prepared, she also likes women, so she'll make a pass at you as well."

A wave of jealousy crawled into my belly. "Do we have to go ashore? Can't we stay on the boat?" I asked.

"No, I think it's going to be way too rough to stay on the boat tonight. The only way to get through it would be to stand all night and brace yourself as every gust hits. We'll double-anchor the yacht and head ashore!" Ryker yelled.

My mind was in a quandary; this was all moving way too fast for me to take in. I quickly tried to sort out why I felt an anticipation that was at odds with my anxious unease about watching Aaron or Ryker with another woman.

 Aaron saw my uncertainty and pulled out his phone. "I'll call Tipi and Bob's Motel and book us in there for the night."

"No, give me some time to think." Then I turned to Ryker. "Will Valerie get upset if I don't want to join them?"

"Never; she would always defer to your wishes. She won't push you. They're sending the kids somewhere, so you can have Nicholas's bedroom all to yourself.

I sat and set my mind to work; how did I feel about Aaron sleeping with Sally in some orgy? Jealousy twisted at my stomach, but an image of Sally spread-eagled and Aaron's thick cock pushing against her opening awakened the now familiar tingling feeling in my crotch. What was I worried about? Him falling for her? No, that was stupid, she's married, and he's been with her before. But the intense feeling of jealousy was still there.

I turned to Aaron. "I don't know how I'll react to Sally. The thought of you sleeping with her makes me really jealous."

"I don't intend to sleep with Sally, so rest your mind on that count. I just wanted you to know and not find out later tonight, that's all. But how are you going to handle her and Valerie hitting on you? I know they were both really taken with you, and they will surely try."

I sat and tried to think through how I felt about this. Everything I had experienced to this point in my life told me that sensual contact with a woman was wrong. I knew I should feel revolted, and I'm sure that's how I would have reacted a few days ago. But since meeting Valerie, I was hesitant, as I found her intriguing. That such a mature, attractive woman would be interested in me, that way seemed like a compliment. I'd certainly had naughty thoughts about her in the last two days. But would I dare to go any further than dream about it - I did not know.

We got hit with a powerful gust of wind just as we came off the top of a large swell, and the yacht broached. As well as swinging around side-on to the wave, it also laid over so much that I saw the bottom of the mainsail sink deep into the water. For a second, I thought we were going to roll over. But before I could move, the yacht came up into the wind and righted itself.

Ryker waved for me to join him at the helm and yelled at Aaron that we needed to get some sail down. He had me steer the yacht towards a point of land slightly over to our left, then stepped forward and wound the self-furling headsail. When he had it half the size, he returned his attention to me.

"I want you to concentrate on luffing the headsail. See how if I turn the yacht into the wind, the front of the sail starts to flap?" 

I nodded at him.

"Well, I want you to try and keep that just fluttering. It will be hard, as it's gusty, but swing the boat up till it flutters, bear away a little, then come up again."

I tried this while he helped me and told me not to be too erratic, "Just feel what the boat wants to do, don't fight it too much."

After a few minutes, he was satisfied I had the hang of it and went forward to the base of the mast, joining Aaron, who'd already started lowering the mainsail.

They let it drop until a red line on the sail lined up with a mark on the mast, then started lashing the bunched-up mainsail through a series of holes in the sail. I'd noticed these holes in the sail and had wondered what they were for. I was also starting to feel in tune with the yacht; it wanted to fall away from the wind and pick up speed. So I had to fight to keep it pointed high. When I let it fall away too far, I could see that the sail filled with air, and the guys had to struggle to get it lashed down tight. But when I let the yacht gain some speed and pointed it up just right, the tension eased for them. And so I started timing my energy into getting the boat pointed high every time they moved to a new hole.

 It was exhilarating; I felt in tune with nature. Soon Ryker was back beside me, heaping praise on me for the good job I had done. "You're a natural," he said. And my chest swelled with pride.

I noticed our boat speed had increased; we now travelled two knots faster than before. I pointed this out to Ryker; he was very impressed and told me that with too much sail up, we had had too much drag.

"There is another set of holes further up the mainsail. Will we have to do that again if the wind increases?" I asked.

"I bloody hope not!" he exclaimed. "We'll be in a full gale if we have to reef it that far."

I returned to sit with Aaron, where we were protected a little by the cabin and resumed thinking about what may happen tonight. But then, a new thought struck me: 'What if Tony and Rex wanted to sleep with me?' 

They were both quite good-looking guys. Then, 'God, what am I thinking? This has nothing to do with looks. I definitely won't go for that.'

But I turned to Aaron. "What about Tony and Rex? How do you feel about them trying it on with me?"

"Yes, I've been worrying about that also. I've shared girlfriends with Ryker twice in the past and have never felt jealous. In fact, both times were pretty hot. But I'm already having horrible bouts of jealousy, thinking about you with someone else. So let's call and book the motel."

I thought about this; again, the feeling of joy filled my chest at the thought he was jealous of me. But I wanted to see what the others got up to; I didn't want to miss out on something like that. I could imagine my best friend Sacha's look when I told her about it. The image of Sally tied up on a table popped into my mind, with Ryker, Tony and Rex around her.

"No, I don't want to be stuck in a motel wondering what may be happening. Can you and I share Nick's room, and you take me there if I can't handle it?"

Aaron didn't look convinced, but he hugged me and told me he would look after me and go along with anything I decided.

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Ryker was pointing out the entrance to Tryphena Harbour when his phone rang. He informed us that Tony was advising us to moor the yacht around Schooner Bay because of how the wind was building. "He says with this wind direction, it will be a safer anchorage than Tryphena."

We dropped anchor in Schooner Bay an hour later between two other yachts. Ryker let out quite a bit of chain, and then he and Aaron went down below and lifted the floorboards near the front cabin. They came back on deck carrying a large conventional anchor. They took it up to the bow, then returned to the cabin for a large canvas bag full of the chain. Ryker started the motor and swung us out to the left off where we had dropped the first anchor, and then Aaron heaved the big anchor overboard. There was a bit of manoeuvring around before they secured the second anchor, which left us swinging between the two of them. Then, satisfied that we were holding tight, we loaded our bags, the fish, crayfish, etc., into the dinghy and headed ashore.

Tony and Valerie were waiting for us as we approached the shore. She was wearing a short-sleeved wraparound dress. It was a yellow, flowery, patterned cotton dress with a V-neckline and a softly flared skirt that finished halfway down her calves. I noted that she was not wearing a bra, her full breasts barely contained, and her nipples quite obviously pushed out against the cotton.

Again, I was taken with her beauty and self-assured demeanour around the guys, and I hoped I might have her confidence around men one day.

When we arrived at their home, it was almost 6:00 pm, and the gusts of wind and rain made it a struggle to get all our gear into the house. During the drive, I'd learned that Rex and Sally would not be with us that night. They were worried about their home in the storm, as it was more exposed to the weather.

 I was dumbfounded by the feeling of disappointment that washed over me. I'd been dreading meeting them again and what that might entail. Yet there was regret at what I may have missed out on. I asked about the children and if it would be best that they came back home, as I could sleep out in the lounge. Valerie replied, "They aren't at Sally and Rex's. They're down in Tryphena village with Sally's mother and much safer down there."

"What about your breastfeeding Ava?" I asked.

"She's only getting one feed daily now, and I'm trying to wean her off. She should have been weaned months ago, but I like breastfeeding, and Tony and Ryker like it too!"

I was embarrassed, thinking of Ryker latched onto her breast. 

Valerie saw the expression on my face and laughed. "Don't be embarrassed; all men love suckling on a nice full breast."

Aaron came in then and told me I should call my mother and tell her we had arrived safe and well. So I went to the bedroom and got my phone.

Mum answered immediately, so I knew she must have been waiting for my call. I explained that we'd had a great time down the Mercs and a rough but safe trip up today. She asked me about where we were staying, and when I explained about Valerie and Tony, she started asking questions about them.

I might have been a little over-enthusiastic in my description of Valerie, as she asked me some personal questions about her. Then floored me with, "She sounds interesting. I went with a woman like that before I met your father."

"Mum!" I shouted down the phone. "I don't need to know that sort of thing. I'm hanging up now."

"Sorry, I just want us to be friends and able to discuss anything with you."

I hung up before she told me something else embarrassing. Valerie had come into the room and had heard my outburst. "What did your mother say?" she asked.

"Oh, she's suddenly become like a girlfriend, asking me questions and telling me things that she got up to in the past. I don't know if I want our relationship to change like that. It embarrasses me."

Valerie grinned at me, "God, you're lucky. My mother would never talk with me and tried to wrap me up in cotton wool and stop me from doing anything. I've only found out little bits of her past, but it seems she was a real player in her day, but she absolutely denies she's ever done anything wrong."

We all helped prepare another amazing meal. The boys were undercover out the back cleaning the fish. They brought in some thick kingfish steaks for us to fry, and we made salads. We started with Valerie's Scallop Mornay's again, each served in a scallop shell, and we still had half of Ryker's peach pie with cream and ice cream to finish.

After dinner, Aaron and Tony went out to a covered barbecue area alongside the garage and got the smoker going. Ryker asked Tony if he could borrow the van and check on the yacht before it got dark, as the wind was howling now. The odd gust would really hammer the house, and I was worried a window might break; it was that strong.

Valerie called out she would go with him, then turned to me, "Come with us. I would like your company."

We piled into the van. Valerie sat between Ryker and me. I was immediately aware of her warm hip pressed up against my own. She chatted away to me as Ryker drove up the hill, asking questions about my parents if I had brothers or sisters, and how I met Max.

The van was buffeted around as Ryker drove us over the crest and down the other side. Ryker turned the van's lights on, although it wasn't yet that dark that you could see the lights shining on the road. We should have seen the bay between the trees, maybe even catching glimpses of the yacht. But the weather had closed in, and there was little to see. At the bottom of the hill, we pulled up on the grass by where we'd left the dinghy on the beach.

We all peered out through the wet windscreen, which had pieces of leaves obstructing our vision. The yacht looked good and secure. It was swinging to one side; then, as the weight went on that anchor, it would swing back to the other side. But it was not violent like the other two yachts that had only one anchor and were swinging around quite violently.

"I'd like to lift the dinghy onto the grass bank. Are you guys OK to brave the storm?" Ryker asked.

We clambered out and jumped down onto the beach. What should have been an easy job was actually quite difficult. The wind caught the dinghy as soon as we lifted it, and we struggled. Once we had it up the bank and on the grass, Ryker waved at us to get back inside as it started raining heavily.

I clambered back in alongside Valerie and watched Ryker tie the dinghy to the pohutukawa tree, then struggle against the wind getting a piece of canvas secured around the outboard.

Valerie turned to me, "Are you cold?"

"No, not really. Not even very wet, the tree protected us." I was startled as Valerie leaned over and kissed me. But the shock was quickly forgotten as I returned her kiss. She cupped my chin and turned me to her as her tongue pried my lips open. It was different than kissing a guy, tender, yet she was quite persuasive.

Her hand dropped down to my breast, and although it sent waves of desire running through my body, I thought I should stop her, the old 'nice girls don't do this' foremost in my mind. But before I could say anything, we were hit by a blast of wet air as Ryker climbed back behind the wheel.

"That's fucking sexy, you two kissing, don't stop," he said as Valerie turned back to me and resumed her passionate kiss.

Valerie sighed, then let out a small moan. "God, Ryker, not here; someone may come down to check their boat. I opened my eyes to find that Ryker had undone one of the ties on her dress and folded back the flap of material to expose her right breast. Her right leg was also exposed, and I took in the fact that her light blue panties had a dark wet patch in the crotch. The thought, 'Did I cause that?' ran through my mind, setting up a craving in my loins.

I dragged my eyes up from her crotch to watch Ryker flick her nipple with his finger, and two drops of milk appeared. He carefully let them run onto his finger, then put it in his mouth with a satisfied sigh, then bent forward and suckled her nipple, his cheeks hollowing as he worked at getting her milk to flow.

This really turned me on; my own crotch was wet and hot. I wriggled around uncomfortably, wanting to touch myself but far too embarrassed to do that. Valerie retook my chin, turned my face to hers and kissed me again but abruptly broke away. "Jesus, Ryker, not here!"

He was still suckling her breast but had undone the inside tie and folded back the other half of the dress, leaving her fully exposed. He sat up, reached over and pulled my face down to Valerie's left breast.

"No one else is going to come out in this storm, and they couldn't see much through the windscreen if they did. Now lift your arse."

Valerie looked around quickly and complied. He let go of my head and, in one movement, pulled her panties down to her ankles, exposing her. I could see that her labia had become swollen and puffy and had openly parted. Also that her cunt was slick and glistening with copious secretions. I expected her to clamp her legs together as I had involuntarily done when he revealed me on the beach. But she opened her legs wide and groaned as he slowly inserted two fingers.

Ryker took hold of my hair with his free hand and directed my head back to her breast. I wasn't sure what to do, but he had a good grip on my hair and directed my lips to Valerie's nipple.

"Suck on it, taste her milk; it's beautiful. You and I are going to give her a massive climax."

Valerie just moaned and flung her head back, so I did as I was told and took a tentative suck. I was rewarded with a deluge of milk flowing into my mouth. I adjusted the angle and felt her nipple grow and harden, which turned me on. My stomach tensed, and my pussy tingled. I reached up and cupped her breast, massaging it, and pulled it to my mouth. Ryker's face moved next to mine as he resumed suckling on her other nipple. I smelled his familiar smell and then felt his bristles scratch my cheek.

Still sucking on the hard, tasty nipple, I looked down and watched his fingers pummelling into her sopping wet cunt. She was groaning out loud now; she dropped a hand down to his wrist and forced his fingers in harder and faster. Finally, she lifted her left leg over on top of mine, opening herself even wider. I felt the warmth of her skin and sensed the building tremors of her approaching climax. 

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," she whispered. Kissing and licking my neck, she tried to force her tongue inside my ear.

I could see that Ryker was thoroughly aroused; his shorts showed clearly his prick was bent in half, pointing down his leg. I didn't know much about guys yet, but I understood by his hip movements that he was uncomfortable down there. He didn't stop his ministrations on Valerie, though; he just kept frigging his fingers into her cunt.

She pulled me hard against her as she came, and I found that we were both breathing heavily. She pulled me up from her breast and forced her tongue into my mouth. We'd both almost forgotten about Ryker, although his fingers were obviously still working to prolong her orgasm. We were in another world; our kiss had become really passionate.

Then she must have let go of Ryker's wrist, as I felt her hand tearing at my shorts, trying to pull them off me. I lifted my bum and dropped my hand to the waistband to help her push them below my knees. Valerie cupped my mound, then inserted a finger and started frigging me hard. I was now moaning; I ground my hips up and down on her hand and felt her insert another finger. I opened wide, one foot on the side windowsill, the other up on the van's dashboard.

"Open your eyes," she ordered, "I want to watch you cum."

I saw that she was studying me with an intense expression on her face. Ryker's head was on her shoulder, kissing her neck but taking long, hard looks between my legs, watching her fingers working their magic. She started pinching a nipple, and when Ryker reached around her and pinched my other nipple, I came.