Mrs Harper is bubbling with recollections of visits to Fleet Week. Hungry and eager to rekindle those thrills, Mrs Harper meets big, boyish and innocent young sailor Sam. Sam is unsure but sexually curious, and he has desires that he needs to fulfill.
Just at the right moment, along comes strong, stocky, seaman Gary, offering his manly services.
Could Seaman Gary and Mrs Harper have both ends of what Sam needs?
Could Mrs Harper end up boarded fore and aft in a red-hot naval menage?
Warning: This 6,000 words+ story contains very graphic and explicit descriptions of sex, including bisexual sex, three-way sex and numerous varieties of very adult sex. It is intended exclusively for readers of 18 years and over.
I didn’t want a Harry Met Sally moment in this nice hotel bar, but I couldn’t bear for Sam to stop his good work under the table.
His fingers were down the ravine now and exploring the lagoon. Juices bathed his hot fingers, and a warm pool was forming. I needed to wrap my legs tight around him. Rub and press up and down, all over his hard body, find his mast. Paint the mast. Take him down below decks.
“Sam. There, Sam. Just press there for a moment.” I bit my lip hard and leaned my forehead on Sam’s bulging shoulder as his strong finger pressed at the base of my buzzing…