Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... sure enough, there she was. She had her brown shirt on to keep the sun off. Stephanie was generally quiet but pleasant.

"See anything today?" I inquired.

"Yes, there were two Japanese cargo ships and a destroyer that went by in the channel off that way", she pointed, "they were heading towards Rabaul."

"Nothing else?"

"No. Nothing else." she replied with her charming Dutch accent.

"Good. How's the fishing?"

"I caught a decent size dolphin fish so we'll have fish tonight. Enough to go around. I'm just sitting here mostly for the view."

"It's a nice view. Thank you for doing the fishing, I appreciate it."

She lit up and practically beamed, "You're welcome!"

I did go back to the boat to attempt a few acts of responsibility but the engine was going to have to wait.

Stephanie's fish was delicious at dinner time. As usual we all sat around the cook stove and chatted. It was my turn to go to bed first and I made my apologies for being dead dog exhausted and not long after that I was slumbering.

When I woke up in the morning I was pleasantly surprised to find Leslie cuddled up to me. She woke up with a smile and moved herself on top of me. She straddled me and we were soon coupled and enjoying each other.

In the aftermath of our coupling we chatted and discussed our plans for the day. Myself, I was back into the engine trying to get it put back together.

I steeled myself and worked on the engine after that. On the last day of February I gave ...

... it a try at starting the engine and after an hour of tinkering, praying, tinkering some more, and praying some more it came to life. I let it idle for a good twenty minutes before I shut it down.

We had quite the celebration that afternoon! Three bottles of whiskey were brought forth and passed around both during and after dinner. The conversation seemed to flow and where I was picking up some French and some Dutch I started to get the gist of it. And the gist of that conversation would have made a stevedore blush!

There was a bit of a disagreement and then a pair of dice came out. Some shooting was done and then some laughter. Laurelle smiled and went outside.

Leslie spoke to me, "You should go to bed now. We need to sleep."

She said this with a smile and I expected that meant she'd be right behind me walking out to my boat. I was pretty stewed off the whiskey and nearly took a dive off the gangplank when I got on the boat. Going to my cabin I sat down on the bed and lay back.

My arm bumped into something soft and warm. "Leslie?" I asked.

"Non." was her reply. I knew the voice. It was Laurelle. "Tu veux faire des galipettes avec moi?"

No idea what that meant.

But she was in my bed. Don't know what it was about Laurelle but she brought out the beast in me.

She screamed with laughter as I got onto her and got a little "Ouf!" out of her mouth as I plunged in. I fucked her hard and she didn't seem to mind. It didn't take me too long before I felt it ...