THE YACHT TRIP! Part I

I had been planning a trip on my father’s yacht for about six months. He had recently gotten it out of dry dock following some extensive upgrades and repairs, and I was going to be the first one to use it since.

A couple from work, Tom and Mary, really nice people and very open minded, were going with me. Other than airfare and paying for food and beverages, the cost was nothing. The crew was paid for, and fuel was as well.

A lovely blonde had agreed to go with me as my companion. Unfortunately, ten days before our departure date she backed out. It turned out that her boyfriend had objected to her going without him. And I objected to her bringing him. Impasse.

So there I was with no companion for the trip. So, how do you find someone on short notice to take a two week yacht trip? A vacation that would include two nights in Paris each direction of the trip.

Tom suggested asking some of the cocktail waitresses at work. Mary suggested asking one of the lady dealers. While I did find a few that were willing, schedules could not be reconciled. So that idea failed.

At the same time, I put word out amongst my friends that I was looking for someone to go with me. As I had expected, I had a lot of male volunteers, but sadly no females. Figured. I mean, it was really short notice to expect someone to prepare for a trip like that.

The days counted down to eight. Then six. And five. With four days until departure I had all but  given up on finding someone and had resigned myself to being a third wheel for my  own trip. Then I got lucky.

I was sitting alone in a Denny’s on the Monday before I was to leave. Back then, the town was small enough that you could run into friends almost anywhere or anytime. So  was the case this afternoon.

Though I rarely do so, even now, this time I was sitting with  my back to the door. As I bit into my sandwich I felt a light touch on my shoulder and heard a soft voice whisper into my ear.

“Hi, sexy.”

I knew that voice. “Hi, Maggie.” I said without turning around.

Her hand lightly stroked my arm as she moved to the edge of my booth. With a little move of her hips against my arm she pushed me over so that she could sit down next to me. Without a word, Maggie reached to my plate and grabbed a wedge of my club sandwich.

{Note: Maggie and I had been involved several years prior to this. It was a short relationship, but only because I left town to…go somewhere else, job related. During that relationship, started by a shooting bet (story of same name posted) she and I became intimate. Very intimate.}

“What’s up Maggie?” I smiled at her, turning my head. “It’s a pleasure to see you. Been awhile.”

And it had; the better part of three years, in fact. She looked even better now than she had then. Maggie was really gorgeous. Her long, thick dark hair flowed half-way down her back; small perky breasts that may have filled out a bit, judging by how tight her sweater-blouse was. Her long smooth legs were hidden by jeans at the moment. Her pixie like face had a big bright smile on it. She was lithe and sensuous. When she moved it was like watching a great cat walking. Everything seemed to flow just the right way.  She was a really great looking girl, and had evolved into a gorgeous young Lady.

“It has. This is the first time we’ve seen each other in what…3 years or so?”

I simply nodded in confirmation.

“So what brings you to this neck of our woods, Maggie?”

“I saw a car I thought was yours and wondered if you were in her.” She replied.

Interesting. I had only owned this car a couple of months. And I hadn’t told Maggie about it, as I hadn’t seen or talked to her. Nor had I talked to any of her friends, I was sure.

“And here I am.” Said I brightly. “So, now that you’ve found me, want can I do for you?”

The next reply floored me.

“I’ve heard youre going on a trip. I want to go with  you.” Maggie said softly.

Now one reason this totally surprised me, I had heard Maggie was engaged. Another was that we hadn’t seen each other, nor spoken, in several years. Talk about off the wall.

Buying time to think, I answered Maggie with, “I heard you are getting married.”

She nodded affirmatively.

“So, why this now?”

She was quiet for a short moment, then began talking in that soft, almost little girl voice that I  so loved about her.

“I’m getting married in December. He is a really nice guy and I do love him. But…” here Maggie hesitated for several heartbeats, then went on, “he is so boring sexually. I mean…just boring. So, I  when I heard about your trip I thought to myself, ‘this is what I need’, and started looking for you.”

I was flattered, in a great many ways. Still, I wanted to push her into saying exactly what she meant. And saying exactly what I wanted to hear.

“That makes me your little fling before becoming the sweet little housewife?”

Maggie looked startled for a moment then said, “Well, yes, that to a small extent. But…I  had so much fun with you that last month before you left. And I want that again, at least one more time. Yes once more before becoming ‘the sweet little housewife’. Is that so bad of me?”

I stared at her, munched a wedge of my club sandwich, then nodded…to myself.

“Okay. I can understand that. But we are going to be gone for at least two weeks. Can you arrange to be gone that long without trouble from you fiancée?”

“Yes. In fact, I’m supposed to be going on a trip to Europe at the same time. That’s one of the reasons I came up with the idea. The timing is perfect and I already have my passport. The trip is a sort of pre-wedding present from my grandparents. They want me to explore a little on my own before I settle down to home hearth and kids.” Maggie giggled a little at that.

Her grandparents knew her well, evidently. I knew them. They were both very intelligent people and good judges of character. There was no doubt in my mind they wanted Maggie to have a fling.

She spoke again, before I could. “You said ‘we’. Does that mean someone else is going with you?”

So I told her about Tom and Mary. I made sure to tell Maggie that the couple was very open in their marriage. I wanted that out in front, to prevent and potential problems. I described the couple to Maggie.

Maggie listened intently to my descriptions of Tom and Mary. As she did, Maggie swiped my last wedge of sandwich. I laughed inside. She had a habit of eating of my plate. I laughed again at my own metaphor.

“Mark they sound like nice people. And very attractive. It could be a fun trip for all  of  us.”

She was intently serious.

“Yeah, it could.” I was serious as well. Then she hit me with the decision maker statement.

“You remember our month as well as I do. I know that. So, for this entire trip, I want to duplicate that. Totally, completely. Just anything. Anything you want.” Her voice had dropped low, husky, soft, seductive…and pleading.

“Maggie, I can’t think of anyone I would rather have on this trip than you. Yes, with those terms, or without, I would love to have you go with me.” Listen, I am NOT stupid. I had just been promised a virtual sex slave for some two weeks. No way in HELL was I going to miss that opportunity.

“So what’s the plan then? I’m supposed to leave Thursday also. I’m taking TWA to New York and Air France from there to Paris. Can we meet there? Or do I  have to meet you in Greece?”

And once more I was floored. Whatever God’s were looking down on me had favored me beyond all understanding. Way. Beyond. Understanding. Nobody could have this kind of good  luck.

“Tourist or first class?” was all I could manage to say, crossing my fingers in the hope the God’s would once more favor me.

They did.

“First class. Why?”

I  couldn’t restrain myself. I grinned hugely.

“My love, this is the world’s greatest coincidence in history. We are leaving thrusday, on TWA to New York. And then Air France to Paris.”

Maggie looked at me in shock. Then she began to smile which quickly morphed into  a  grin.

“Oh, My God. You’re not kidding are you.” This was obviously not a question. “This was meant to be. Has to be. We can meet at the airport and no one is going to think anything of it. My folks, my grandparents, even my fiancée will believe it to be a simple coincidence.”

Nodding, I replied, “And, if they ask me where I am headed, I can honestly say Greece They won’t think twice about it.”

The plan was set. We talked about what she would need for the trip and I discovered she had her clothing well planned out. Europe in September could have changing weather, hot one day, cold the next and back again. Maggie was prepared.

Eventually we parted. We had decided not to meet, or speak, again until or unless we ran into each other at the airport. Just a precaution taken by two conspirators.

When I got home I called Tom and Mary. Mary answered and I told her my problems about a companion for the trip were solved. She was glad to hear and started to ask me questions. A thought popped into my mind. I told Mary that I was meeting someone in New York that would then join us. That covered me from any accidental words being said at the airport in front of Maggie’s people.

Thursday arrived with typical weather. Even at 6:00 AM it was hot. Our flight was at 7:55 AM. I had a car pick me up, and then we went and picked up Tom and Mary. By 6:30 we had our bags unloaded and being checked in at the curb by the TWA attendants.

As we started into the terminal, I saw a Cadillac pull up at the TWA curbside check-in. I watched as Maggie, her Mother and her Grandmother all emerged from the car. I then turned my back and went inside.

Tom and Mary were in line for the ticketing desk, but there weren’t very many people ahead of them. I moved next to them and waited our turn patiently.

I soon heard voices behind me. Maggie’s I recognized immediately. There was a male voice as well, so I guessed, correctly, that the fiancée had valeted the caddy and joined the ladies.

There was a lot of talk about nothing in particular from Maggie and entourage. In the meantime, my little group had reached the ticket desk. We three went through the usual garbage; showing our passports, getting credit cards stamped, receiving our seat assignments and finally our tickets.

As Tom and Mary started to walk away, I quickly grabbed a piece of paper from a notepad and wrote my seat assignment on it and folded the note tightly in my hand. I then turned to follow my friends but I was stopped when Maggie yelled, “MARK! Hey Mark”, from behind me.

I told my friends to go on ahead and turned to great Maggie like a long lost friend I hadn’t seen in years. I hugged Maggie, carefully slipping the note into her hand, and whispered in her ear, “Get your seat assignment. Hurry.”

I then hugged both Maggie’s mother and grandmother. Then the usual chat about long time no see, how are you, etc, etc ensued. It was good to see them, I had known them for years and they were friends of my parents. Good people.

While that was going on, Maggie moved to the ticket counter and got her ticket and seat assignment. I didn’t notice whether or not she had read my note. Meanwhile, her mom introduced me the rather nice looking guy that was standing shyly behind them.

He and I shook hands and I gave him the BS about getting a great girl, lucky guy, etc. He smiled and said thank you. Then he asked me, rather pointedly I thought where I was headed. ‘Greece’, I replied. He looked visibly relieved to hear that.

The conversation continued until Maggie returned. At that point I excused myself and hurried to catch up with Tom and Mary. Maggie’s group followed me, but fell behind as I hurried. I didn’t catch my friends until we reached the gate. They had already checked in, and I quickly did.

By this time, Maggie and company had caught up. Her fiancée looked at me in a strange way then walked over to me.

“I thought you said you were going to Greece.” It was not a question and my hackles rose at his tone of voice. But this was not the time or place to have an altercation with him. (That came a few years later.) Still, I could get in a cheap shot or two.

“Don’t travel much, do you?” I replied with just a bit of chill in my voice.

“Well, no, actually I don’t.”

“I could tell.” Just a small slap. “If you did, you would know there are no flights from here, or even from LA, to Greece. You have to go through New York.” This at the time was true enough. Back then, even jets didn’t have the range, yet, to fly non-stop from LA to Europe.

His face fell. “Oh. I didn’t know that.”

I started to say more but suddenly felt sorry for the guy. After all, I was going to be having sex with his fiancée soon. No need to belittle him in front of her and her family.

I turned back to my friends and we moved over to the windows to watch planes come and go. Maggie led her group to the other side of the check-in desk and they all sat down.

It turned out to be a very short wait.

Only ten minutes after we checked in, they announced boarding for first class passengers. Maggie picked up her carryon bag, kissed everyone good-by and headed down the tunnel to the plane.

Tom, Mary and I continued to stare out the windows. I had already told them I wanted to board later, which they had no problem with. I had thought Maggie’s people would hang around to watch the plane leave, but I was wrong. Evidently, the fiancée had to ‘get to the office’ so he escorted the ladies away from the gate as soon as Maggie had left them.

Nice. It worked well for me. As soon as they were out of sight I grabbed my carryon bag, as did Mary and Tom. We headed to the ramp entrance, showed our tickets and boarded. As we did, they called boarding for the rest of the passengers, so we were ahead of the crowd, which wasn’t that large actually.

Tom and Mary were ahead of me entering the 707 aircraft. They walked to the front, stowed their carry-ons and seated themselves on the right side of the cabin, second row from the front. I was just behind them, stowed my carry-on and sat in my seat.

I had an aisle seat, so was across from Tom. Mary had a window seat. My window seat was taken by Maggie. She had a huge smile on her face and gave me a nice kiss after I sat down.

Glancing at Tom, and Mary leaning in front of him, I had to laugh. Talk about surprised.

“I told you it was all arranged”. I said.

I made the introductions and we all settled in while the plane finished loading. There was no one in front of us. Sort of glancing behind I saw only 3 other people in first class; one older couple and a single gentleman. Nice, that meant it was going to be an easy, quiet flight. And that the stews would not be busy.

Fewer passengers also meant the four of us might have a chance to take over the small lounge that was up front, next to the flight deck entrance. Cool, that. On a 707 the ‘lounge’ was more like a small booth in a restaurant than anything else. But it would seat four comfortably, and snugly.

The doors closed. Jet engines began to spool up, and I could feel the plane being backed away from the ramp. A stewardess picked up a microphone and called for attention from the passengers. This began the safety spiel that all flyers know by heart if they have flown more than twice.

As that finished, another stew came down the aisle and asked everyone in first class if they would like a beverage after take-off. I ordered a martini and Maggie ordered champagne. I didn’t hear what Tom and Mary ordered but knowing them it would have something to do with bourbon.

Maggie and I had barely talked, and as the plane moved down the taxi-way she looked at me and smiled.

“That was so cool the way you gave me my seat assignment.” And hit me with one of those sweet soft smiles of hers.

“I knew the seat next to me was empty. I made sure when I picked ours. I didn’t know how full first class was going to be and wanted you to get this seat.”

“It worked.” Another smile. There was a small divider between us, not unlike a console in a bucket seat equipped car or truck. Maggie reached across this and took my hand.

“This is going to be such a fun trip.” She turned to me and looked into my eyes with those doe-like browns of hers. “I want to do everything. Anything you can think of.” Yet another sexy smile.

The plane turned from the taxi-way to the waiting area, but only for a second. Another turn and we were lined up with the runway. Slowly at first, then harder, we were pushed back against our seats as the 707 gained speed in its take-off roll. Much sooner than I would have thought, the pilot rotated the aircraft and we left the ground.

Maggie had turned in her seat to watch the takeoff. I on the other hand, watched Maggie. She was simply dressed, but I was a bit surprised by what she was wearing. Maggie had on a light pull-over sweater, with a blouse under it. Now, remember, it was hot when we left, so a sweater seemed a bit much. On the other hand, it might be cold in Paris. We would arrive in the early morning so maybe Maggie was thinking ahead.

She had her hair in a ponytail, which she almost always did. Right then her hair hung down her front and reached below her right breast. Nothing fancy holding it, simply those elastic things women use.

But the most surprising part of Maggie’s attire; she was wearing a skirt rather than the jeans she almost always wore. It was long, below the knee, and a dark blue. She wore flat sandals that were obviously easy to slip on and off. That was a really good idea on her part, as feet can swell in a plane. But…the skirt puzzled me. It was so unlike her to wear anything but jeans except when going on a fancy date.

The plane climbed steeply for a few minutes then began a sharp right-hand turn. The view outside Maggie’s window first should the western mountains, a lot closer to us than I would have thought, then the clear skies above. Maggie turned to me and took my hand in hers. With a gentle squeeze, she turned back to look out her window again.

Having finished the turn, our plane leveled out. We were still climbing but in at a much shallower angle. Also the pilots had reduced the engine RPM’s a bit, and it was much quieter in the cabin. I looked up towards the front and saw the Stewardesses head into the little galley.

I settled back into my seat, still holding Maggie’s hand in mine. Soon enough, she tired of looking out her window, which meant we had passed out of the valley and the lake as well.  I rolled my head to look at her just as she settled back in her chair.

She gave me a soft smile and began to stroke the web of my hand with her thumb. It was a nice, soft feeling. Maggie closed her eyes, a look of easy contentment on her face.

One of the two first class stewardess stopped next to me. She was a very attractive, petite blond with soft blue eyes. Her hair was clasped tightly to her head in a French braid. She had removed her uniform jacket and her white blouse stretched nicely over her breasts.

“Hi, my name is Amy, and I’ll be your stewardess for this trip. And your friends, too.” She smiled politely as she said this. Bless TWA for hiring nice, lovely people. As she was speaking, Amy placed two cocktail napkins on the little table like thing between the seats. This, of course, forced Maggie and I to  let go of each other, but, what can you do.

“Hi, Amy, my name is Maggie, and this is Mark.” Maggie said.

“I hope you guys have a pleasant trip. Lunch will be served in about an hour and a half. Would you like something to snack on first?” Amy asked.

Maggie and I declined with thanks. Amy turned and started to serve Tom and Mary. When she finished that, Maggie called her back over.

“Amy, could we have  our food served in the lounge?” Maggie asked.

“Sure. I’ll reserve it for you now. All four of you?”

I looked over at Tom and asked if he and Mary wanted to join us. He said no, that he was going to nap until lunch, then nap after lunch. I glanced at Mary as she sipped her drink, and she mouthed ‘Me too’ to me.

“No Amy, guess it will be just the two of us.” I answered.

“Ok. I’ll have it all set up for you.” And with that Amy returned to her little galley up front.

Maggie and I were quiet for the next little while. She sipped her champagne, and I my martini. Every once in a while, she would give me a sidelong glance, and then run her tongue around the rim of her glass. It was a very scintillating thing to watch, and I know she knew it. Tease.

About 30 minutes went by, and Amy reappeared with fresh drinks. We hadn’t ordered them but on the other hand, we had no intention of turning them down. And once again, Maggie and I settled back in our seats, holding hands again, and just enjoying each other’s presence quietly.

Time passed, and Amy once again returned. “You’re lunch is  about  to be  served. Would you like wine with it?”

“Could I have more champagne, if that’s alright?” Maggie responded.

“Of course it is.” Amy smiled as she  replied.

“Some red wine would be nice. I’m not picky, so anything is good.” I responded when Amy looked at me.

Amy nodded and smiled then turned to Tom and Mary. When she finished talking with them, she turned back to us.

“You can move on up front now, if you would like. I’ll have lunch in about ten minutes.” Amy then walked back to the front of the plane.

I looked at Maggie, who nodded, set her empty glass down and started to stand. I set my glass down as well, quickly stood up and backed out of the way. Maggie stepped in front of me and preceded me to the small intimate lounge.

Maggie sat and made herself comfortable, and I followed suit. She was to my left and there was a little room on each side of us, and we sort of slid over toward each other. I was surprised at how private the little area was. From where we sat, we couldn’t actually be seen by anybody in the main cabin. And the galley was blocked from view by a curtain. For that moment, Maggie and I were totally alone.

And evidently, Maggie realized that as well as I did. Her right hand moved to my leg and she began to move it slowly up and down and all around my inner thigh. She leaned into me, put her mouth to  my ear and whispered, “I am so turned on right now. Champagne does that to me.”

Well, what she was doing to my leg was having the same effect on me. Not that I minded.

And again, another soft sexy whisper from her, “I want to join the mile high club today.”

OH HELL YES! What a wonderful idea. Yep, we would have to make that happen but…how?

Amy chose that moment to suddenly appear from behind the galley curtain. She saw Maggie whispering in my ear and said; “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Not phrased as a question, but it was, sort of.

Maggie saved me from having to answer and embarrassing myself. Her answer managed to embarrass me anyway.

The Maggie I knew was always the quiet, subtle type. Usually. Not this time, however.

“Not at all, Amy. I was just telling Mark that I want to join the mile high club on this flight.”

Amy couldn’t help it. She gave a little snort of laughter even as her face blushed. “Well, that may not be easily accomplished, since it is entirely against regulations.”

Maggie said nothing, just smile broadly. “Yes, I’ve heard that. But where there is a will there is  a way.” And she chose that moment to place her soft little hand directly on top of my now fully erect, but fully covered cock. Maggie stroked it, as best she could, once, then placed both  her hand innocently on the table.

Amy laughed again, this time a full, though short one, and said, “I see I’m going to have to keep an eye on you.”

Maggie, without batting an eyelash, came back with, “Oh, sure. You can watch if you want.”

Hello. What happened to that sort of shy little imp I had known a few years ago?

“I don’t think that’s exactly what I meant.” Amy replied. Then she smiled and began to set the table for our lunch.

First, Amy put down two rolled up napkins that contained silverware. Quickly moving back into, an out of the galley, Amy set a glass of champagne in front of Maggie and a glass of red wine in front of me. After another fast trip to the galley Maggie and I had our meals placed in front of us.

Amy smiled, and then turned back into the galley to start serving her other patrons.

Little miss innocent next to me delicately unrolled her napkin, took knife and fork into hand and began to demurely eat her food. I quickly followed Maggie’s actions and began to eat my own meal. At the same time, I tried to think of ways to make her wish come true.

I needn’t have bothered. Maggie was way ahead of me.