Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 1 - Sex Stories

Comfortably Numb Adventures: The Windsurfer – Part 1

... awesome good looks that I was just now relaxed enough to appreciate. She had been a wet, shivering rat on the boat; now she was a dry, relaxed, lovely young lady. While having sex with a nineteen-year old is definitely a fantasy for most males in my circumstances, the reality is that it just doesn’t happen. Anya and Tatiana ran off to the toilets. I wondered why women visit bathrooms in company. “Let’s have something to drink and talk for a few minutes, then I’ll let you go,” I said. We sat down at Marina’s table, had drinks and Anya told the tale of her ordeal in English with full orchestration. I was Arnold Schwarzenegger and Mother Theresa combined. A good reaction from Tatiana and Marina, lots of ooh’s and ah’s. Nothing about what a sexy guy I am. Disappointing. Marina asked me to talk about myself and I told her about my retired life as a social pariah. Anya and Tatiana were clearly fascinated by my Bohemian lifestyle; Marina probably also, but she was more reserved, sort of an upper-class attitude – but in a nice, non-condescending way. I probably overdid the romantic aspect of my life. The bit about being at anchor off a white sand beach in calm, clear water enjoying a nice glass of cold white wine as the sun goes down. The scene that sailboat charter companies want you to think you will be enjoying every day if you charter with them. Those conditions occur, just not often at the same time. I may have insinuated that I was a love doctor, despite the limited ...

... opportunities to practice. I figured impress them while they still see me walking on water. Marina told me about their house on the lake and how her daughter had enjoyed sailing their dinghy. Anya said that she really missed sailing her little boat, and Tatiana said that she’d never been on a sailboat. That was the pretext I was looking for to invite them for a day out on my boat. The forecast for the next day was for moderate winds and I proposed that they join me and we would sail down to an uninhabited island eleven miles south of Kos called Yiali, where we’d have lunch, swim and sun. We‘d be back before dark. I told Anya she should bring her windsurfer for supervised practice. Anya and Tatiana were very excited to accept my offer. Marina thanked me but said that she was terrified of water and wouldn’t even think of going out. But she said that I would have to agree to spend the day after with them at their house, where I could use the pool, the washing machine and Marina would treat me to some Ukrainian cooking. Just as I was getting bored, two days of things to do, places to go, people to meet. My rule is that day trip guests have to bring lunch. That relieves me from having to do something’s that’s at the edge of my skill set and makes my guests enjoy the day more as the probability of a gastronomic mishap is eliminated. The following morning I met my two new girlfriends at the dinghy pier. I loaded up the inflatable and took the board in tow. Two hours later we had the hook down ...