Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... little mark from it and I liked it.

Tired from the day we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Come the morning and I awoke alone. I went ashore and did my usual morning business, took a look out to sea for any Japanese activity, and then headed back to Galene to start cleaning the salt water out of the engine room.

As I approached the pool I heard laughter and I was intrigued. Clearing through the brush it seemed like I had walked into a scene from Greek mythology. Six naked nymphs were frolicking in the water and enjoying themselves. Their chatter was a mishmash of French and English and Dutch and somehow I knew they all understood each other.

Not one to pass up a good time I dropped my trousers and jumped in with them.

I immediately felt hands on my body and my hands fell on random parts of random girls. At one point I grabbed hold of the red-haired French girl, Laurelle, and held her close.

"Serre-moi." she uttered in her delicate voice, her body almost limp in my arms. I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and then politely let her go.

She turned to look at me with her green eyes and then flitted away to laugh with the others. It was a fun interlude and I enjoyed every minute of it but this particular moment was special to me.

Every frolic comes to an end and so did this one. We all went our different ways to attend to repairs and chores. But no one bothered with their clothes. It rained most of the day and it was quite practical to avoid wearing ...

... wet clothes.

At dinner that night Leslie sat next to me on the floor. We chatted about the day and after dinner she brought out a bottle of rum and passed it around. The girls all took turns with it and I noticed Laurelle take a deep pull from the bottle before Cheryl laughingly complained and took it for her turn.

The night came on quick and one by one the girls excused themselves and made their way to their beds. That left me alone with Leslie and Laurelle. The two of them had a hushed exchange in French and I really had no idea what they were talking about. I was too busy staring at the dying embers in the cook stove and enjoying the sweet taste of the rum.

Leslie sat close to me and chortled a bit, "The girls teased me about the love mark you put on my neck last night. Verina was disappointed that you hadn't given one to her too."

Libertine that I was it flabbergasted me that they'd discuss such things!

"You talked about it with the girls?"

She laughed, "Of course we did."

"Verina too?"

Leslie smiled again, "She does speak you know. And we had some things to speak about."

I sighed. "They all know what's happened and you and Verina don't care?"

"Robert, we're probably surrounded by Japanese and if they come here we will hopefully die before they take us. None of us feel the least bit guilty for enjoying what we can of life before we might lose it. Verina and myself experienced something the others are curious about and there is little reason not ...