Felix Grantham was only one of three boat owners/skippers authorized to live on their boats for up to three months at Brightwater Marina under strict requirements. Tolerance was exercised in the case of stay-over boaties who spent just a single night sleeping on their boats after a hard day’s racing or visitors who’d arrived that day on a cruise to occupy a pre-booked berth or took the chance of finding a temporary berth to hire.
Anyone found living aboard by marina staff for more than one night in seven consecutive nights without a licence faced an instant fine of $400 and risked having their craft being legally impounded if they failed to pay up.
Felix’s boat was named Belinda Y after his ex-wife, a flight attendant who was Belinda Yves when they married a year before he ordered his 42-foot sloop from a boat builder near where they lived in Cape Town.
Eighteen months ago, the marriage crashed and with uncontested divorce proceedings underway Felix resigned his job as an airline pilot and settled his affairs while his yacht was being prepared for his solo round-the-world cruise.
Even then with that challenging adventure ahead of him, Felix was tempted to think his life was all but over because his kid brother had stolen Belinda’s heart. Richard had taken Belinda and the kids Joey and Nikki to live in Durban where he worked as a mechanical engineer for an aviation company and Felix had been a real softie over those kids and he was satisfied he’d also given Belinda much love and attention but sometimes that’s not enough for some women eh? He stroked his moustache and sighed.
* * *
At the marina in New Zealand that served as a splendid haven for cruising boats waiting for the hurricane season over the northern section of the South Pacific Ocean to end, one of the three boats with a three-month residency permit was a 60-foot trimaran sailed by four young Canadians tied up at a multihull berth some distance away from Felix. His boat was near the shore end of a non-fingered jetty. The other licensed live-on couple, the Owens aboard a 48-foot ketch, were berthed behind Felix’s boat.
The Owens and Felix talked each day and on the third day after the Owens’ arrival they invited Felix aboard at 4:00 for ‘sundowners’ (also known as drinks).
The 44-year old well-built South African with dark hair and hazel eyes and wearing ‘whites’ (white shirt and white shorts and white slip-on boat shoes) was welcomed aboard by Terry Owen, a retired businessman from southern England and his bored-looking much younger French-born wife Evette.
They sat in the cockpit at the stern of the black-hulled vessel called Blackberry and Felix was unimpressed by the untidiness about him that suggested a slack skipper and crew. However he had to concede that in sailing down the Atlantic to Cape Town and on to Australia and then New Zealand, the Owen’s sailed twice as far as he’d sailed from Cape Town and now they had oodles of tidy-up time.
After an hour with the couple, Felix felt the tension between Terry and his wife. He decided Terry was bone tired, not being tough enough and fit enough to fully enjoy the long and sometimes rather gruelling days at sea and Evette had the appearance of wishing she was somewhere else.
Interestingly when Evette went down to the galley to fetch nibbles, Terry confided, “Evette and I have been married for almost a year; my first wife died eighteen months ago. Evette and I had got on well at sea on short distance cruising but this time it’s been a nightmare, so much so that I’m seriously thinking of sending her home and advertising for replacement crew.”
“What’s the problem?”
“She says she’d bored out of her mind and I’m finding much of the time she either wants to fight or to have sex. The damn woman has become over-sexed and I’m thinking perhaps back in England she has a lover, even a couple.”
“Teach her to masturbate.”
Terry laughed as if he’d just been told a great joke.
And then Terry couldn’t believe the next comment: “Felix if she comes at you please consider giving her what she wants; it could take the pressure off me.”
“Terry I really don’t think you mean that…”
That comment was cut as Evette came up from the saloon with two plates of attractively prepared finger food. Also she’d changed from a top and shorts into a colourful sundress that enhanced her olive complexion.
Terry grabbed a slice of crusted bread topped with sundried tomato and red peppers and said he’d get more wine. As he passed behind his wife he looked straight at Felix and winked. That left Evette smiling softly at Felix and he wondering suspiciously was this some sort of set up.
Evette was a little on the plain side but Felix approved of her light use of make-up and her wide mouth made him think she might be generous. He’d found in his limited experience that small-mouth females were great at fellatio but the downside was they tended to whine when having sex that he was too big for them. Evette looked as if she would accommodate all he had and then probably had the horsepower to take them to the finish at a canter.
Evette looked about thirty-six and Terry had said earlier she’d been a hospital ward manager and that’s where Terry met her when he was camped at the bedside of his wife who was in a coma and dying with severe head and torso injuries suffered in a road accident when she ran her small car into the back of a lorry that braked suddenly to avoid a dog.
Every time Felix looked at her she was eyeing him. She and Terry were seated on the long waterproof sofa on one side of the cockpit and Felix sat on the other side facing them and a low removable table was between them.
The couple plied Felix with questions about himself and learned he’d recently retired as a senior pilot with an airfreight airline and had frequently flown internationally… he said he’d taken freight and collected it from destinations in a total of twenty-three countries according to his personal log.
Later when Terry was leaning over the table with a chart showing Felix the route he intended taking up the Pacific and the islands he wished to visit before crossing to the Panama Canal, Felix also kept glancing as Evette was changing the dressing on a cut to her thigh. She’d asked Terry to bring a fresh dressing he went to the saloon to fetch the third bottle of wine.
Evette was seated slightly behind Terry who was leaning forward. Looking intently at Felix she lifted the other leg and that pulled up the skirt of her sundress high.
Felix could see her pussy and clearly there was no sign of hair.
She smiled hugely and he looked away.
Evette said in French that she’d cut her thigh yesterday when climbing aboard after hosing the hull from their tender (dinghy).
Felix replied that was unfortunate and she must keep on attending to it to avoid infection and he’d appreciated her being so revealing.
“What are you two gabbling on about?” Terry asked and Evette said, “I tested our guest and find he is fluent in French. I was telling him I cut my leg when climbing back on board on that ladder with a rung that has come adrift at one end and the rough edge of the weld on the rail cut me.”
“Yes and you made such a fuss and I had to take you to a doctor.”
“Well I wished to minimise scarring and to find out the best method of management.”
“It’s so far up that practically no one would ever see any scarring. Show Felix how far up the cut is; be careful if you’re not wearing panties.”
“Why should I be careful?” Evette said. “I’m French and we are not petty about our bodies like the English.”
She pulled her hem up around her waist and both men eyed the dressing and just above it was her very exposed pussy.
Felix said lazily, “I agree with Terry it’s pretty well hidden at that height but you did the right thing about trying to minimise scaring. I’m surprised you remove hair when at sea.”
“Terry likes my vulva bald and actually I do too. What about you?”
“That’s not for me to say. Terry may I have a top up of wine? You guys must come to me for return hospitality tomorrow for sundowners. You are welcome to stay for dinner if you wish. I get bored cooking for just myself.”
“That would be great,” Terry said. “I’d like to look over your boat as she looks pretty shipshape and I’m a fan of centre cockpits.”
“I am too,” Felix said. “I specified that to the designer although aware there are trade-offs such as increasing windage. But I like the improved visibility a centre cockpit provides and the extra headroom and space it gives for the aft master cabin.”
Only then did Evette conceal her pussy.
Felix wondered how often Evette liked to have sex. Oh now this was making him thinking of having sex. A bar slut or Evette? Well he should stay away from Evette.
He stayed for dinner and had good food and enjoyed the company and left when Terry began yawning. Evette kissed him goodnight and deliberately turned to hide from her husband Felix’s brazen attempt to squeeze her left breast that left him finally holding not much more that her the sweater she’d pulled over her dress an hour earlier plus the loose-fitting cup of her built-in bra. He was angry that he’d failed to grab a big handful of tit to squeeze but conceded he was half or drunk and that she’d kissed him with a slightly-open mouth.
He half-stumbled along the jetty and sighed as he boarded his sloop and decided her was not in a good condition to go to a bar and attempt to find a woman to fuck. He smiled as he fell on to his bed as he thought Evette gave every impression she would be a great fuck.
He suddenly remembered he’d not removed his clothes but fell asleep before deciding what to do about that.
At 9:00 next morning after breakfast of two lightly boiled eggs, two pieces of buttered bread and a glass of milk, Felix jumped on to the jetty and began jogging toward the security gate at the end of that jetty when Evette glided in beside him and in a flash of very while teeth contrasting against her olive skin and dark hair she said, “Good morning, do you mind if I run with you?”
“No I’ll appreciate company, especially your company.”
“Thanks.”
“I guess you didn’t like my attempt to grope you when I was leaving last night?”
“I don’t like being groped by anyone but the truth is I almost welcome it coming from you.”
“Thanks. Well it’s a lovely day and I guess you guys will be off in five to seven days judging by the change of weather patterns that I saw on the Internet this morning, indicating the hurricane season is all but over.”
“Yes we saw that too. What route will you be taking?”
“I’ll stay here another week and then will continue through the strait and up to the Port of Napier and have two or three days there and then go around to the Port of Tauranga for a couple of days and then on to Auckland and then Opua in the fabulous Bay of Islands and after a week there I’ll head to New Caledonia.”
“God that sounds a dream schedule; have you been to New Zealand before?”
“Yes but only to staying about twenty-four hours each time and that included mandatory sleep time. I think it was Christchurch four times and three of those times on to Auckland and then elsewhere and one of those next legs was to Noumea the capital of New Caledonia. I promised myself to one day sail in the Bay of Islands and then head for Noumea.”
They ran through the port entrance and Evette complained, “Nouvelle-Calédonie is a special collectivity of France and I wanted Terry to take me there but he said no, some other time and then thrilled me by saying we would be taking a course visiting other islands that would swing up to the Galapagos Islands and that hugely diverted my attention because that was a big surprise for me. I’d seen a documentary about those islands and thought it must be a close as we get to replicating Eden.”
“Well Terry is the skipper so I guess what he says goes.”
“He’s been talking about sending me home and finding an adventurer to replace me. Would you take me to New Caledonia?”
“God if he found out he’d divorce you. No thanks Evette.”
“You’d get good companionship and all the sex you could handle.”
“No thanks Evette and I mean that. Talk to me about something else or run in silence.”
Later back on the jetty, Terry said that was a good run.
“Thanks for the company Evette. Look tell Terry to disconnect that transom ladder and bring it when you guys come over this afternoon and I’ll repair that rung for you. I have the welding gear including Steelaloy rods for the job.”
“Oh thanks, can I show you how well my cut is healing?”
“No thanks, Terry is watching us and please don’t kiss me.”
“Oh damn I was thinking of inviting you to kiss my pussy. Well into the shower and pull your dick while thinking of my pussy. And that’s for the run at that far faster pace than Terry can manage. I really enjoyed running with you and as expected you didn’t attempt to dominate me.”
“Thanks and I’ll see you guys late this afternoon. Now go and show your cut to your husband. That might tell him you require attention.”
Later Felix went to a nearby hotel for a counter-lunch and joined the assistant marina manager who was drinking alone. They had chatted several times since Felix arrived and applied for a licence to live-aboard.
“Oh company, good one Felix, what kind of beer can I get you? It’s rather quiet in here today.”
David ordered two beers and Felix ordered a steak and cheese burger. David was already eating a chicken burger at the bar.
David stayed an hour and during that time Felix asked was it hard to recruit casual crew to sail for a few weeks on cruising yachts.
“Not really, we have a list of people on standby ready to do that and there are notes on the type of yacht they prefer and where they are interested in going. Most of them are pretty fussy.”
“That guy moored behind me Terry Owen is talking about seeking a crewman to sail the South Pacific to Suez and then up the coast to eventually cross to the UK.”
“Well I’ll email Terry the full list of prospects we have. There are more than a dozen males and females as singles and as couples who would jump at the chance to sail with him and Mrs Owen. He told me he’d taken early retirement and I guess at his age he’s finding it a bit hard sailing that ketch if that young wife of his is not much help.”
“Yeah well pal could you also send me a copy of that list and not mentioned I suggested you circulate it as I don’t wish to have the Owen’s be annoyed I’ve stuck my nose in their business. Terry just happened to mention he was thinking about getting a crewman.”
“No problem pal. I better get back to the office and I’ll send you both that list as soon as I get back. Terry is lucky to have someone as thoughtful as you in the berth next to him. That wife of his is a bit of a sour-puss don’t you think?”
“She becomes more relaxed with a few wines.”
The guys laughed.
That afternoon when Terry and Evette were settled into the centre cockpit after touring the sloop, generously praising Felix’s tidiness and maintenance and how well everything was laid out, Felix excused himself and went below to weld the end of the disconnected end of the narrow tread back securely to the rail of the short ladder.
When he returned he told Terry he’d left the ladder by the gangway. Terry immediately went off to inspect the repair to the telescopic stern boarding ladder. As soon as her husband left, Evette bent her right leg and lifted it high.
Eyeing her over his wine glass, Felix said, “Yes it’s a lovely cunt. Don’t you wear panties?”
“Not often but usually if the wind is blowing dust around.”
They laughed.
“Do you wish to watch me finger myself?”
“No thanks. I get my thrills watching seagulls in flight.”
“Meanie,” she pouted.
Terry came up the companionway and said, “Thanks Felix, that’s a really high quality repair. How much do I owe you?”
“No more than what you’d charge me to use your tender which would be nothing. This is what boaties do for each other. Oh, I got a list of people sent to me by the marina office of people seeking to crew of yachts going north. I thought…”
“Yes I got a copy too,” Terry said. “Evette and I had a long discussion and came to an unexpected agreement.”
“Oh and what was that?”
“We thought of discussing it with you and at suitable time,” Evette said. “It is, um, a little delicate.”
Felix pulled another bottle of wine from the built-in cooler near him and said, “Let me top up your glasses and then spill your thoughts. If you guys are having compatibility trouble I might be able to advise you.”
“No pal, we are managing to co-exist satisfactorily,” Terry said. “As you probably can imagine, long sailing hauls can place a strain on couples who are, should we say, somewhat fiery in their normal relationships.”
“I’ve had experience of that and so don’t have to imagine what tension can do.”
Evette raised her glass and said cheers.
“Thanks for being so understanding Felix. What we wished to discuss with you is if Terry finds a suitable person or persons to sail with him right through to England, he said he’d send me home. He’s finding it a strain coping with me for a variety of reasons including me getting huffy when he yells at me and then me refusing to pull my weight until I cool down.”
Felix nodded and said, “I see.”
“I countered Felix’s intention to send me home by saying I’d like to sail with you because you mentioned to me this morning that when leaving here you intended to visit some northern New Zealand ports and then make for New Caledonia.”
“Christ Evette, you have to be kidding.”
Terry said, “Initially I thought the same as you Felix and then as I thought about it the more it made sense. Evette has come on this circumnavigation because she loves sailing and has done so ever since she was a child. If she went home what would she do because we live alone and she doesn’t work. The thought of her going home to her parents in France doesn’t appeal to her because they have become too set in their ways and her older brother recently re-married so is unlikely to be keen having Evette landing on him and his new wife.”
“B-but I’d want to have sex with Evette.”
“Yes and even so that can’t really be regarded as a downside.”
“A downside?”
“Yes Felix it can’t be regarded as a downside because I’d love to have regular sex with you because you are younger and appear more physical than Terry and Terry confessed he believes he could quickly get used to the idea of that and anyway there are five females aged thirty and older in that list seeking a working passage, including two sisters, and all claim to have had extensive blue water sailing. The sisters are a widow and a divorcee and have been living first in Australia and then New Zealand for almost a year and now wish to return home leisurely to Bristol. Then all the others are guys and all but two claim to have had extensive blue water sailing experience and so Terry is confident he can replace me suitably. You get along with me well don’t you?”
“Er yes in our short time we have known each other.”
Terry said, “Well should you two not prove compatible then there’s really no problem. From Auckland of the Bay of Islands or Noumea, Evette will have more than sufficient money to pay for a flight to England. But let’s not rush this Felix; take your time to think it though and talk to us and have a trial with Evette living aboard if you wish.”
“Yes Felix, there’s no rush. It will take time for Terry to decide whether any of these people are candidates of sufficient quality to crew with him and that would include sea trials. I’ve agreed if he can’t find a suitable replacement for me then I’ll continue sailing with him. If it drags on I’ll stay here until everything is satisfactorily resolved and could then fly to one of those cities you’ll be visiting up the east coast of the North Island.”
Felix scrubbed his jaw hard and said, “This is so unbelievable that it sounds like something from a novel. And so Evette you’d pull your weight in crewing duties including sharing the watch and you’ll guarantee me a reasonable supply of sex?”
“Probably more than a reasonable supply,” she giggled.
“God we really do need to think this through, the three of us.”
“Agreed,” Terry said. “Also I’d like you to help select the most suitable crewperson or persons.”
“With the sisters receiving priority?”
“Possibly Felix but my priority is to have crew that he, she or they are likely to stay with me all the way to England. I’d like to avoid having to find replacement crew later on.”
* * *
Evette and Felix were now jogging the 4-mile circuit regularly together but had agreed to have a rest day on Sundays.
She fell in beside Felix the morning after that momentous discussion about boat crew.
“Terry and I were surprised you didn’t reject our proposal outright.”
“Well you wish to visit New Caledonia.”
Evette looked at him sharply and asked was he joking.
“Not at all; I guess I have to say it was the one thing that made sense.”
“Oh and what appeared to be nonsense?”
“It seemed incomprehensible to me at being asked by a skipper to accept his wife as crew so he could replace her with more competent crew.”
Felix unlocked the jetty security gate and they ran on.
“Isn’t his older ketch more difficult to sail than your boat?”
“It involves more physical effort, yes.”
They ran off without speaking for a few minutes and then Evette said, “Terry said the first thing you should do is to take me on a sea trial to test my competence.”
“Oh I wasn’t thinking about that; I’d thought about having a trial for sexual compatibility.”
Evette snorted and said, “You guys are all the same. You think…”
She stopped when seeing his wicked grin.
“Oh god, you were joking.”
The grin widened.
“Please understand that Terry and humour usually are not bedfellows.”
“I understand.”
“Thanks, I feel such a fool.”
“And I appreciate your willingness to concede that and almost apologize for mis-firing Evette. That tells me something about you. And I accept you understand we three are faced with making difficult decisions.”
She nodded and asked what now and Felix said he would appreciate her encouraging Terry to suggest a trial cruise and being subtle about it.
“Why don’t you suggest it?”
“Because it’s best that Terry takes the leadership role in this. In essence he’s handing you over to me to fuck and to eventually deliver home safely.”
Evette coloured and chose to ignore that provocative sexual comment.
“I trust that your mind is capable of accepting that I have misgivings about this, that I too have questions about our compatibility and my own safety as I know nothing about the quality of your seamanship although I accept it was good enough to get you from Cape Town to here and your vessel appears undamaged.”
Terry grinned. “Oh thanks and perhaps I should say that you being a woman with a willing pussy doesn’t necessarily mean you are placid in your demeanour and can be pushed around and that’s pleasing because I’d have no wish to sail with a lazy lush.”
“God you arrogant South African hard-nosed male.”
Felix grinned and said well that was a couple of things they were now clear about.
Evette smiled and asked when were they likely to try out sex.
“Only if your husband suggests a shakedown cruise and I accept.”
“Damn do I have to wait that long?”
“Yes and remember that it’s best, especially in this situation, not to rush into anything.
During the next three days a small stream of hopefuls arrived and were interviewed by Terry and Felix, Terry making it clear that the woman he’d been sailing with intended to return to England and that his friend Felix had joined him in the interview principally to provide a second opinion.
After the last interview, the two skippers agreed the top choices so far appeared to be two guys and the sisters.
“Well what do you think?”
Felix was adamant, “My pick is the sisters. Yvonne for a start has raced her father’s Olsen 34 in two single-handed events in the Irish Sea and both are strong young women who were raised on a farm. You can tell they are very compatible, respectful to each other and took part in that interview like a team, with neither attempting to dominate. Jennie trained as a navy cadet and left after gaining her chef qualifications and she’d spent four years working in a team on building conversions and has been taught diesel engine maintenance by her father. Both women have basic seamanship qualification and Yvonne has taken upgraded her basic navigation certificate.”
Terry looked around, almost nervously at his wife who’d sat in at the interviews.
“Evette?”
“Well had I been the skipper I would have picked Stephen. He’s so sexy.”
“But his boating experience is limited to river and lakes sailing.”
“Yes Terry but we all know sailors who have it all usually are skippers and many own their own boats.”
“So what do you think?”
“Work out a proposition and phone them as soon as you wish. Have you got something to say to Felix?”
“Oh yeah, two things. Thanks for your assistance Felix and I suggested to Evette when she came in from her run this morning why doesn’t she ask you to take her on an overnighter to see how you two sail today. She thought that was a great idea but asked me make that suggestion. What do you think?”
“I think it’s a great idea with your consent. Evette the weather remains settled. Come on board by 9:00 in the morning and we can head down to Picton and stay the night at the mooring after doing some night sailing.”
Evette, supressing her excitement said, “That sounds great Felix.”
“You come too Terry.”
“I’d like to do that but I’ll try to get the sisters to come for a sea trial tomorrow if possible. The farm where they’re staying with distant relations is only two hours’ drive from here according to what Yvonne said. I’ll call them now.”
Terry reappeared ten minutes later smiling.
“They are still in town having late morning coffee. Yvonne thought that was a great idea because they need to check out my competency as well. Look why don’t you two head off now and I’ll see you tomorrow or the next day. Yvonne suggested we sail into the sounds as they’d been thinking of hiring a boat and doing that and depending on wind she said it would take a day or at perhaps a day and a half to get a good look at things. She advised me to check my fuel supply as the wind can die out in the sounds.”
* * *
Evette arrived up at the cockpit with a small tray carrying a beer for her skipper and a glass of wine and some nibbles. She kissed Felix sweetly, the first time they’d touched since Terry had waved them off at the marina. She went below again and returned nude and carrying a short gown, towel and make-up bag in one hand a waving a condom in the other hand.
“What now? We’re in tricky waters.”
She didn’t reply but sat on his knees facing Felix leaving a gap between her back and the wheel.
He raised his sunglasses to get a closer look and smacked his lips and said, “This is the first time I’ve seen both tits and up this close. You don’t have much sag considering your age.”
“Oh thanks Romeo.”
He grinned and leaned down and sucked a fat nipple.
Evette sighed and said that was much more acceptable and moved to pull off his white polo to get at his nipples.
When Evette had them both steamed up he said, “Is a condom necessary?”
“Until I feel confident about you, yes; I am on the pill.”
“You think I might give you a dose of something?”
“The possibility is there and you know nothing about my state of health in my vagina.”
“But we are both confident about our state of health?”
“Ah that’s good to hear. Perhaps we don’t need this rubber right now.”
“We need one on hand in case you decide to go elsewhere.”
“Ah so you take it up the back chute?”
“Please Felix, don’t be so harsh. Remember you are not in South Africa now.”
He grinned and stroked her face gently. She kissed his hand and said that was more like it and undid the front button of his shorts and pulled down the zip of his shorts.
“Omigod have you borrowed something from an elephant?”
They both watched as the half-erection stretched out to full length majestically without a finger or tongue touching it.
Evette cooed giggling, “I’m about to really have my fill” and she prepared to accept this new invader.
They went at it slowly and gently, Evette being in complete control and after she sighed into a beautiful climax she squeezed Felix’s balls and tongue-kissed him until she felt him tense and begin to really heat up. She pulled away until almost falling off her knees and then took a load that splattered under her chin and she then hosed her tits and stomach until Felix stopped grunting.
Panting, he reached for his beer and finishing the can in a gulp he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said in awe, “Christ you can fuck Evette.”
She turned crimson and smiled in pride.
“Thanks,” she yawned. “Tonight we’ll assess your performance as the instigator.”
He smiled and told her to clean up and then to take the wheel and allow him to observe her seamanship in coping with a strong running tide around points and through narrowing channels. Then you pick somewhere for us to anchor the night. We need to do that early so we can catch fish for dinner; I’ll cook.”
Felix and Evette had to beat against the wind when returning to base next day and there with darkness falling there was little chance of Terry and the girls returning that night. Felix and Evette went to a bar for drinks and then picked out a restaurant that they had been told had a big reputation for its venison dishes.
Walking back along the jetty later Evette confided she really liked Felix’s boat. Not only was it newer and better fitted-out than the ketch but it was kept cleaner.
“Your master cabin is quite luxurious with a queen-sized bed and yet still room to walk up to it on both sides and it provides good space for having a quiet read and attending to make-up.”
“But you don’t wear much make-up.”
“You’d be surprised how much attention I give to my face and body. It’s just that I choose not to look showy like some women do. Oh while I’m thinking about it, could you not pound me too hard overnight. I’d be embarrassed if Terry sees my having difficulty walking.”
“Then no pounding and no anal,” Terry said and teased, “But what else is left?”
Terry and the sisters arrived back under motor next day early afternoon. The wind had died completely.
“Meet my new crew,” he called out happily as Felix caught the first mooring line.
“So you are comfortable with Terry and the ketch,” Felix said to Yvonne, with Evette standing alongside him.
“Oh very much so,” she called. “And he seemed pleased with us. Oh Evette we hadn’t realized you were Terry’s wife until we were looking through some photos.”
“That’s true but I’m ready to fly home. Being day after day after day at sea have proved too much for me.”
The girls went off after inspecting Felix’s boat and having a glass of wine. They would be returning next day to go to a solicitor with Terry to get a legal agreement about their responsibilities as crew and stating Terry’s responsibilities to them as skipper.
When the sisters left, Evette said they should get a similar agreement drawn up.
“Yes,” Felix agreed, and he added, “Terry I suggest we have a separate registered agreement whereby you as Evette’s husband consent to her sailing with me leisurely as crew back to Plymouth, England.”
“Yes of course and that would deal with possible trouble with customs and immigration officials.”
“Yes and with any allegations I’d kidnapped Evette against her will.”
“Ah yes, I could become depressed and do something stupid if I was starved of sex. The sisters told me they have been lovers since they were teens. But possible relief for me could come because while Yvonne said adamantly she is staunchly a lesbian, Jennie said she tends to be bio and if we get along well she could be willing to share my bed with Yvonne’s consent and Yvonne said yes she’d accept such an arrangement providing I didn’t monopolise Jennie.”
Evette said, “Well you have never been excessive about sex after your first two weeks from first banging me. If you are invited to join them in bed I suggest you give most of your attention to Jennie but later on try anal with Yvonne because she just might indicate that’s acceptable.
* * *
That night aboard the ketch when Terry attempted to finger Evette she pushed him away and said, “Darling I believe it’s best if I wean you right off it now and if you really have to have a fuck call Jennie.”
“I don’t understand.”
Evette said kindly, “Making a clean break right now will be easier for both of us when it comes time to part.”
“Christ that’s being rather tough on both of us.”
“Yes and out of respect of you, I’m not letting Felix near it until we are out at sea.”
Terry scratched his nuts.
“Well I’m not asking you to do that.”
“No but I’ve explained my stance. If you get edgy I’ll jerk you off but only with my hand.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. I’m going out with Felix for a drink soon and he said to bring you.”
“No thanks, I need to wash my hair and I’ll grab a taxi and go to the supermarket and stock up. Felix expects to sail off sometime next week. The weather is expecting to turn to southerlies by then and he now is thinking of cross the Tasman and going up the east coast of Australia and making our first landfall at Port Macquarie about 1900 nautical miles north of Sydney. The winds and currents are usually favourable taking that route and we’ll call at more Aussie ports to make up for missing out on earlier planned landfalls in New Zealand.”
“Well we both know it pays to be flexible with routes when sailing.”
“Um darling, besides upgrading on your crew, is this unusual arrangement a signal that our marriage is ending?”
“I don’t really know, being unable to think it through at present. I suggest wait and see but what are your thoughts?”
“Um I know this is selfish but I have come to the conclusion that I’m a bit young for you. I’ll not complain if you wish to end it ultimately but as you say, let’s wait and see. Either of us or both of us could easily have fatal mishaps at sea.”
“Or that younger buck could fuck you to death.”
“Oooh Terry, don’t excite me,” Evette giggled and Terry cackled away enjoying the moment.
“Whatever happens I have to say I’ve enjoyed most of my time with you Evette.”
“And I feel the same in being with you Terry.”
“Look Yvonne has suggested I need to have some work done on Blackberry’s rigging and I agree. Felix had everything checked out on his boat the day after he arrived here and only had to have two stays and some hardware replaced. He has a very professional approach to sailing and I know you’ll be in safe hands. I’ll discuss a transit radio calling schedule when we are having a few beers later this afternoon. We should keep in touch. May I invite him to dinner?”
“Sure, tell him it will be thick steaks. Our South African chap likes his meat. You are a considerate and sensitive man Terry and have been like that with me. I am sorry but I feel obliged to say this because it wasn’t my idea: I feel rejected.”
“Don’t go soft on me sweetie. You are a lively young woman and who knows, this may well lead to you having a better life or perhaps if this change comes to nothing you and I will take up again.”
“I’m in no mood to make predictions Terry.”
“Actually I feel the same way and I’m not looking forward to our parting.”
* * *
Early Monday morning, four days after the dithering discussion about their forthcoming party, Terry suggested that Evette shift her possessions on to Felix’s boat because the boatyard had called saying it had a cancellation and could begin work on the ketch that afternoon.
Terry was in a hurry to get to the boatyard while the tide was favourable and so he, Evette and Felix piled all of Evette’s possessions on to the jetty and as soon as that was completed Terry started the diesel engine, cast off and motored to the boatyard yelling, “I’ll see you guys sometime tomorrow.”
They waved him off and Felix said: “Right is there any of this stuff you could dump right now?”
Evette said sourly she supposed so.
“Well you indicate what I can take aboard now while you sort out what can be dumped. You’ll be aware the lighter the boat is the faster she’ll sail.”
“I’m sure I’ll not be allowed to forget that,” Evette seethed and later when she was packing away items aboard the Belinda Y, Felix said he was going down to the marina office to check on messages and to have a yarn. Evette called okay and decided as if in a semi-trance to dump the heavy chessboard. Felix didn’t hear her mutter, “Fucking bossy South Africans.”
Later she heard Felix come aboard and then minutes later heard the engine start and thought he was giving it a test run to get some of the top-up diesel that went into the tank 2 through the engine. He’d tested the water top-up in the three tanks they’d also taken aboard two days earlier.
Evette then felt the motion of the boat and knew Felix had cast off and they were underway.
She ran into the saloon and flew up the companionway and into the cockpit and screamed, “You can’t sail off like this.”
“Why not?” said the unsmiling South African.
“Because I’m not emotionally ready to go, that’s why.”
“Well Terry was right; he said you’d behave all girlie like this and suggested I leave when he took Blackberry to the yard. I’d like coffee and a couple of those little cakes you bought this morning.”
“You bastard,” Evette screamed.
“Off you go to the stateroom and cry and kick on the bed and when you feel all better come back up here with the coffee and cakes. Or if you wish swim ashore; you decide. I can always fuck my hand.”
Evette flounced away, eyes streaming, heart pounding and knowing well one couldn’t expect hard bastards to act like softies as soon as a few tears were sprayed about. She put on the kettle to boil the water for two coffees and dabbed her eyes dry and then sponged over them with cold water.
By the time Evette removed all her clothes and loaded the tray to take to her hard-ass skipper she was almost ready to smile, knowing her big adventure was underway. Perhaps this was a good time to tell Felix that her paternal grandfather had promised her an immediate payment of £100,000 for the successful birth of a son. That hard bastard would be interested in that and probably would tell her to ask granddad to up that payment to £250,000.
She giggled thinking of the confrontation of those two when they first came eyeball to eyeball.
Evette practically floated up the steps wondering whether she should suck cock before or after eating her two cupcakes.
“Decisions, decisions,” she giggled, thinking she was so over-sexed. She looked forward to the time when they really went fully at it and she left him legless. She must find her strap-on and leave it tucked away within easy reach. That would make the bastard’s eyes pop when she entered him that way.
“I Can’t wait to surprise him,” she giggled.