Naked sailing
This happened four years ago
I always sail naked, those that sail with me are used to it. My ex was always naked with me but sadly my wife thinks “clothes are a good thing” On this particular occasion we were sailing north towards Guadeloupe in the Caribbean, the wind had steadily increased. I was slightly concerned about the approach as we had chosen to visit Îles des Saintes. A group on Islands in the south side.
We were approaching on the weather side and needed to go between two small outer islands then turn in. The wind was on our starboard side and being a small boat, ten meters the ride was boisterous with a large swell running, but the sun was out, salt spray blowing across the cockpit. There was a bit of tension running through me due to the navigation and lee shore, I was keen to see the entrance start to open up. Only then could I start to relax.
After a bit the sun was getting hotter. I always keep sun block to hand and started to wipe it on, old slippy stuff I remember. The boat we surging ahead and soon I was able to turn down wind slightly, as the boat was crossing the waves at a better angle my wife though it dry enough to come out and sat in the hatchway enjoying the view and gaps between the Islands giving a glimpses of the sea beyond. With the wind almost aft now I could steer with the tiller between my legs swaying my hips to correct the course, holding onto the main sheet. The sea conditions were still lively causing the boat to surg about a bit.
The sun on my lower back was threating to burn so I added more greasy sun block, not wanting it on my hands I wiped it on my buttocks. I wanted dry hands to hold on with. A moment later we caught an awkward wave and for a split second I lost my balance. The bulbous head of the tiller slipped between my bum cheeks, I thought it would go no further but with added lubrication It hesitated and then slipped in giving me a bit of a surprise. Still not fully in balance I was unable stop myself and slid back so that my lovely varnished fully arrived deep inside me.
My wife is sitting a foot in front and I’m now steering the boat with literary no hands. With the shock I had tensed up and this was only holding the tiller in place. With the boat squirming through the waves my hole was getting a real seeing too. This seemed to go on for ever, I was trying to relax and slide off but my rectum was gripping the tiller head hard in place. To make things worse I was getting a huge erection, anyone watching might well be able to see.
After what seemed like eternity I managed to sort myself and my wife didn’t turn round and see my stiff cock.
That would have needed explaining in the situation. If you ever find yourself in Guadeloupe It’s a stunning place
I always sail naked, those that sail with me are used to it. My ex was always naked with me but sadly my wife thinks “clothes are a good thing” On this particular occasion we were sailing north towards Guadeloupe in the Caribbean, the wind had steadily increased. I was slightly concerned about the approach as we had chosen to visit Îles des Saintes. A group on Islands in the south side.
We were approaching on the weather side and needed to go between two small outer islands then turn in. The wind was on our starboard side and being a small boat, ten meters the ride was boisterous with a large swell running, but the sun was out, salt spray blowing across the cockpit. There was a bit of tension running through me due to the navigation and lee shore, I was keen to see the entrance start to open up. Only then could I start to relax.
After a bit the sun was getting hotter. I always keep sun block to hand and started to wipe it on, old slippy stuff I remember. The boat we surging ahead and soon I was able to turn down wind slightly, as the boat was crossing the waves at a better angle my wife though it dry enough to come out and sat in the hatchway enjoying the view and gaps between the Islands giving a glimpses of the sea beyond. With the wind almost aft now I could steer with the tiller between my legs swaying my hips to correct the course, holding onto the main sheet. The sea conditions were still lively causing the boat to surg about a bit.
The sun on my lower back was threating to burn so I added more greasy sun block, not wanting it on my hands I wiped it on my buttocks. I wanted dry hands to hold on with. A moment later we caught an awkward wave and for a split second I lost my balance. The bulbous head of the tiller slipped between my bum cheeks, I thought it would go no further but with added lubrication It hesitated and then slipped in giving me a bit of a surprise. Still not fully in balance I was unable stop myself and slid back so that my lovely varnished fully arrived deep inside me.
My wife is sitting a foot in front and I’m now steering the boat with literary no hands. With the shock I had tensed up and this was only holding the tiller in place. With the boat squirming through the waves my hole was getting a real seeing too. This seemed to go on for ever, I was trying to relax and slide off but my rectum was gripping the tiller head hard in place. To make things worse I was getting a huge erection, anyone watching might well be able to see.
After what seemed like eternity I managed to sort myself and my wife didn’t turn round and see my stiff cock.
That would have needed explaining in the situation. If you ever find yourself in Guadeloupe It’s a stunning place
4 years ago