[MF] A Quiet Place to Anchor

*My husband (I’m going to call him John in these stories to protect his blushes) and I are keen sailors, in fact it is our favourite way to spend time together and relax. We have a 40-foot boat which we have spent many weekends and holidays on over the years both alone and in the company of friends, exploring the coast as well as each other. This story is from a few years ago when we took a spontaneous couple of days off mid-week to get away and make the most of the nice weather.*

After making an early start, we got to the boat around 9am and were ready to slip the pontoon before 10am. The plan was to head out of the marina and turn north, sail for the best part of the day and hopefully make it to a small quiet anchorage we’d stayed in before, then relax for the evening. After that, there was no plan, we’d just see what the weather and the mood suggested. We had both taken the rest of the week off and had no plans for the weekend, so we could stay for as little or as long as we liked.

As we set out there was a steady force 3 from the northeast, which was on the light side of ideal for our boat but allowed us to make a steady 5 knots upwind without too much fuss. It was a warm summer’s day and even with the wind we were both comfortable in shorts and t-shirts, out of the wind behind the spray hood with the sun behind us it was glorious. We both took turns at the helm and enjoyed the sailing. John made us a simple lunch on the move because we didn’t want to stop, so we made good time on our journey northwards.

The waters were not as busy as I had expected with the weather being so nice, even though it was midweek it was such I nice day that I couldn’t imagine anyone who had the choice, choosing to be indoors. We passed a few other boats along the way, mostly heading south a few had their spinnakers up enjoying the fresh breeze. In the distance to the north we could see a couple of larger boats that we had little chance of catching, and from their heel angle they looked like they were pressing on with a longer journey ahead of them. Glancing west away from the mainland, I got the occasional glimpse of the open sea beyond the coastal islands. The white horses were more prominent suggesting the wind was stronger and the ride much rougher. Our extensive cruising which has included over the years several open water passages, meant we were perfectly capable of handling our forty-footer in much rougher conditions with just the two of us, however these next few days were about relaxing, so why bother.

John and I didn’t speak much as we sailed. We were both content to enjoy the relaxing atmosphere, each other’s company, and the open air; sure, there were occasional tender touches as we brushed against each other and stolen kisses as we sat beside each other. But as far as the sailing went, we had been doing it long enough that there wasn’t much required in terms of communication. We had the boat setup the way we needed it, so it was just the occasional sail trim here or adjustment there as we pottered about.

It was approaching 4pm when we saw the entrance to the bay we were looking for, appear up the coastline. There was a distinctive hill about half a mile or so inland which was the first indication but as we moved closer, we could now start to see the lower rocky outcrops that protruded from the land out into the water and parallel to the coastline. What looked like a series of broken little rocks were actually one longer raised rock which was higher in some places than others, with the lowest parts dipping below the water level even at low tide. This gave the appearance they were separate until you got up close. There was only one place which was charted as being low enough to get anything but the smallest of boats through, but once you entered there was a natural harbour with enough room for 3 or 4 boats the size of ours to anchor and freely swing with the tide and wind. It was a well charted spot and popular at weekends, but mid-week we hoped it would be empty.

As we approached the entrance, we started the engine and took the sails down. We were pleased to see that no masts were visible, suggesting that it was indeed empty. The rocks around the outside were too high to see any actual boats, but a yachts mast would be tall enough to be seen over the top. It was possible that a smaller boat could be anchored still, but we’d just have to head in and see what we found.

I was at the helm and after John had furled away the jib and taken the mainsail down flaking it onto the boom and tying it up, I turned us east and headed for the small channel. There wasn’t enough room for two boats to safely pass so I took it easy, slightly more than a fast walk but once through we could see we were indeed alone. We’d been here a few times previously so I knew the best place was to turn sharply north again once into the bay and head into the north west corner. That would keep us out of view of any passing boats, furthest from the mainland and still in the lee of the higher hills to the north and east giving us shelter if the wind was to build overnight. John headed up on to the foredeck to prepare the anchor for dropping and I monitored the depth gauge aiming for 5m below the keel which would give us plenty of depth given it was already just after low tide without putting out too much chain. Once I found a spot I liked, I signalled to John and the anchor was dropped.

Ten minutes later we’d got the anchor down, confirmed it was holding in place and the engine was off. I helped John put the boom cover over the mainsail to protect it from the sun and he set about tidying up the remaining anchor chain.

“Would you like a beer?” I asked him.

“Oh, yes please, I’ll just finish up here and be with you in a second.”

I headed down to the cabin and found the seat cushions for the cockpit and flung them up the hatch into the cockpit. It was such a nice night I knew we’d be sitting out for a bit. I dug a couple of cool beers out of the waterline fridge which had done an admirable job of keeping that chilled and I headed out to relax. After placing the cushions, one along each of the two bench seats either side of the cockpit I was about to sit and enjoy the sun when I had a quick thought and disappeared below again.

It was another 5 minutes until John finally came back to the cockpit. The thing that any sailor will tell you about boats, is you can always find something to do. I think that is why it appeals so much to some people. With the boat lying head to wind, the sun was behind us shining nicely into the cockpit. I was sitting along the starboard seat with my back resting against the bulkhead of the coach roof, and my legs stretched out in front of me towards the stern. I had my right arm on the side of the deck coaming holding my beer, and my head tilted back with my eyes closed against the sunlight as I enjoyed the warmth. Oh, and I was completely naked.

“What a gorgeous view.” John said as he returned.

“Isn’t it.” I replied softly, in a relaxed tone.

“I wasn’t talking about the hills!”

I smiled at the compliment and lifted my left hand from where it had been resting on my thigh to gently cup my left breast before slowly sliding it up over my nipple giving the breast a gentle squeeze, then continuing over the right breast and squeezing it then back down to my thigh. My hand traced across my stomach lightly and tantalisingly close to my thinly trimmed pubic hair, before resting back where it started. “Weren’t you?”

“Pass me my beer.” John giggled at my teasing, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it down into the cabin. He undid his shorts and in one motion pulled them and his underwear off and threw them after the t-shirt. As he advanced towards me, stepping down into the cockpit I reached down to my left and picked the second beer off the floor, and passed it up to him. Instead of returning my hand to my lap I gently cupped his balls which swung heavily beneath his penis. He took a giant swig from the bottle, tossing his head back and pushing his chest out as he did. With my index finger I caressed his perineum with my nail, just touching him where I know from experience he is sensitive, to the point of ticklishness. His cock twitched slightly at my touch, as he got the beginnings of an erection. I joined him taking a swig of beer to cool me. John continued to drink from his bottle, standing next to me as I fondled him in the warm sun. He was in no rush for this moment to end and neither was I. We stayed like that for a few moments, both drinking as his cock grew to full length.

After he had finished his beer, John reached over and took my bottle from me. I looked up at him smiling, wondering what he was planning. He placed them both just inside the cabin on the top step safely out of the way, before sitting cross legged on the floor of the cockpit facing towards me. Gently he lifted my left leg and guided it around onto his right shoulder causing me to turn so that I was sitting more upright and across the seat. He lifted my right leg up on to his left shoulder and very gently placing his hands under the tops of my thighs just where they met my bum he moved me closer to him.

As he bent his head forward to meet me, the first touch of his tongue cooled by the beer caressed the bottom of my opening and ever so slowly worked its way up to my clitoris. His eyes were closed the whole time and I tilted my head back and closed mine as I brought both of my hands up to the top of his head to run my fingers through his hair. He moved his tongue back down about halfway and gently extended it inside me, darting it in and out a few times in a flicking motion. I moved my hands to the back of his head gently stroking his close crop, before applying just enough pressure to move him back up again to my clitoris and then pressing him gently in until the right amount of pressure was being applied.

John worked me with his tongue like that for ten minutes or longer, occasionally nibbling or sucking gently before returning to the motion he had perfected over the years that he knew would have me begging for release. I could feel how wet I was, and I was sure my juices must be running down his chin, but I also knew he would love that. No man would pleasure a woman this way as often as John did unless they desired the taste nearly as much as she did the feeling. My orgasm began to build, and John must have recognised it from the breathing as he slightly quickened his pace, and the pressure. Two minutes later I was having my first orgasm of the evening. It was a long slow one that started deep within me and slowly, heavily, overwhelmed me causing my whole body to sink into the seat. I let out a long low moan pulling my knees up towards my chest spreading them wide at the same time and pushing John hard against me.

After he sensed I was done, he stopped and pulled his head back. He continued to support my lower body with his strong arms and his shoulders until I parted my legs and placed my feet on the ground either side of him. John rose slightly awkwardly from his sitting position and switched to kneeling so he could lean forward and give me a deep and passionate kiss. I could smell my scent on him as his face approached mine, and as his tongue pushed gently into my mouth I could taste it as well. We kissed like this for a few minutes before eventually John had to stand, the hard cockpit floor not being forgiving to his knees.

John’s cock swung invitingly in front of me, just at my eye level. It seemed obvious to take it into my mouth and I leant forward to do exactly that when he stopped me.

“Move down towards the stern.”

I smiled at him and did as he asked. Assuming that he wanted to lie on top of me I lay back down the opposite way to how I had been before, with my head now at the stern and my feet towards the cabin.

“Get on your hands and knees, and face out the back” he said as he placed a hand on my hip with just enough pressure to emphasise that he wanted me to roll over. As I turned on to my front still lying prone, I drew my legs up under me and pushed up with my arms wiggling my bum at him as I did so. I ended up on all fours with my back straight and my face close to the guardrail around the back of the boat. I love being taken from behind, and the anticipation of him entering me already had me well on the way to orgasm number two. I moved my hands up onto the slightly raised deck coaming that formed the rounded edge of the seat back, to angle my back more upwards towards my head.

I looked back over my shoulder to see John taking position behind me and I blew him a kiss as he lined himself up at my very willing entrance. The seat of the boat was quite narrow so his right leg was kneeling on the outside of my leg, but he was standing on the cockpit with his left leg and I twisted my bum slightly to the left to allow a better angle for him to enter me. He did so gently, pushing the tip of his penis slowly inside me, taking his time to feel the warmth envelope his sensitive head and then swallow the rest of his shaft. He let out a heavy sigh as he pushed forward, and I exhaled into a moan as I took his full length.

John was slow and gentle which was perfect to match the mood of the day we had. There are times when I like it rough, sometimes very rough, and there are times when I like it slow and tender. Today was as slow and tender day and as John moved back and forth inside me, he bent forward occasionally and kissed my back, or reached around to caress my breasts as they swung beneath me. He ran his hands through my long hair, but never pulling it. I find it very easy to cum once I have cum once, and this was no exception. After just a few minutes an “I’m going to cum!” escaped my lips and I reached back to hold John’s left hand with mine as he gripped my hips to ensure he kept the steady rhythm through my orgasm.

This second orgasm was much more overwhelming and as it reached its climax I closed my eyes, bent my head forward briefly and dug my nails into John’s hand before quickly raising my head and letting out a series of three or four loud and higher pitched than before, moans. As the sounds carried themselves across the open water to be dispersed by the wind before making landfall, John slightly quickened the pace now in need of his own release.

“It’s your turn to cum for me” I said, as my orgasm subsided enough for me to talk. He quickened the pace again, and I again lowered my head as I could feel a third building inside me. Faster and faster he went, his mind now focused on one thing. “I am going to cum again… faster… faster.” This was enough to push John that extra bit to where he needed to be and gripping folds of my skin on each hip with his hands he pounded me from behind as hard and fast as he could. He came with a load moan and I felt him flood into me, filling me with warmth on the inside and pushing me over into my third orgasm which I announced loudly for the emptiness of the bay to hear “Oh God… I’m cumming… I’m cumming!” He kept moving himself in and out of me as I rode the wave only slowing as he felt my relax and lower myself down on to the seat. His penis slid from me leaving a emptiness that I knew I’d need to fill again soon, and his seed mixed with mine spilt from me and ran down my legs.

After a short recovery, we made our way downstairs and pulled on our shorts but left our top halves naked as we made ourselves pasta for dinner. We ate it with a bottle of red wine curled up together on the sofa in the main cabin. After we had cleared away the dishes we retired to the our cabin and slept naked under a thin sheet.

At some point during the night, I woke to the feeling of John entering me from behind as we lay together, me with my back to him and him with his arms around me holding me tight. I came one more time before falling back asleep immediately. Or perhaps this part was just a dream.

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