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First Published: 07 May 2015

Just a Casual Job
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/F, Public Nudity, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Mild Incest (Sis Masturbating Bro)

I was one of the lucky ones, when I left school at eighteen I found a job, a permanent position, not the best job in the world, not the best paying either, in fact it could be mind numbingly boring at times. Well, that was the theory but after one hundred and two weeks my contract was terminated and the reason they gave me was, 'Downturn in the market!'

If that downturn had happened two weeks later I'd have got a payout of a few thousand pounds in redundancy payments but as it was, all I got was a handshake from the owner and a note, the address of one of his competitors who was looking to take on new employees. Again, I thought I was one of the lucky ones, I didn't even have a day off, stepped out of one job and into the next, okay, the pay was a little less but that's what happens in an economic downturn.

The second job lasted just one hundred and two weeks again and again, just before the two year period I was out of work again and again I was tipped off to a job in the same field that I could just step into again, but once again, because of the economic downturn the pay was a little less again. It seemed to me that I was going in a downward spiral, the pay wasn't great four years earlier but it was getting lower and lower as time went on.

Once again, just before the magical two years safety point was reached I was fired once again, this time I heard that my first employer was looking for new staff, I also heard a rumour that all three employers that I'd worked for were actually in a loose partnership. The money backing all three came from one man who had three daughters and the three daughters were married to the men who were named as the owners of the three different companies.

I didn't take the note of my potential future employer with my final pay packet, I handed it back, I didn't need it because I'd worked there before so I knew all of the details already. I went home in the middle of the day, depressed, dejected and bloody mad at the world. I got off the bus and saw a beat-up old banger of a car parked in front of my parent's house and the front door wide open. Usually my reaction to a situation like that would have been to rush to a trusted neighbour and get them to ring the police for me and I would have stayed in safety until after my house had been checked over but because I was so mad I rushed straight in, ready to fight with any burglars I found in my parent's house.

I heard voices in the living room, reached into my shoulder bag and grabbed the first hard thing to come to hand, I crashed through the living room door with my hairbrush above my head like a wild Dervish only to find my older brother and three of his friends sitting around drinking beer while my brother was searching through all of the drawers in the sideboard looking for something.

His friends laughed when they saw Brian's weaponised sister flailing her hairbrush above her head like a mad-woman. "Brian, what the fuck are you doing making all that mess?"

"I'm looking for my driving license and my passport."

"Why?"

"Because I need a haircut and they're really fussy about proof of identity!"

I put my hands on my hips and tilted my head, trying to convey that I wasn't about to let him mess me around.

"Because I'm going on a little holiday with my mates."

I looked around the room, the first of the men I made eye contact with blurted out, "A little working holiday with us!"

"How come, what about work Brian?"

"What about it, I've just been made redundant so I'm off to have a little fun before I start looking for a new job again."

The adrenalin that had pumped my body up minutes earlier finally subsided, I deflated visibly, "Me too, they just told me at lunch time so I grabbed my pay packet and walked out without finishing my shift."

One of Brian's friends suddenly took an interest in me, "Does that mean you're out of work and on the lookout for something to do as well?"

"I can walk into another job tomorrow; it's at the place I started out at six years ago and on less money but I have a job if I want one."

"You don't sound much like you really want one!"

I gave him a sarcastic grin, 'Who the hell do you think you are anyway?' went through my mind. He was looking at Brian now and then between the other two men before he spoke again, "Two questions, can you cook and do you have a passport with at least a year left to run?"

Brian answered the cooking question for me, "She's a great cook, why, what do you have on your mind Paul?"

Paul grinned and then looked at me again, "What about a passport?"

"I don't know, probably a year left but Brian and I got our passports at the same time!"

Brian was frustrated in his search through our parent's many drawers full of paperwork, bills and receipts, "Where the hell did dad put our passports though?"

"Men were actually useless at finding things unless it has big tits and a hair covered hole in it, "I'll go and find it, probably in mum and dad's bedroom!"

I returned with both my passport and Brian's, "We both have twenty months left on our passports."

Paul took both passports and flicked through their pages, "You didn't get much use from them did you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "We went to Spain twice but you're right, we've never really used them."

"So, do you fancy coming on holiday with us Victoria?"

"Where are you going? What kind of holiday?"

"Well, it's more like a working holiday but in the sunshine, I've got a contract to move a yacht from St. Tropez to the Caribbean, the four of us can crew it but we're no good at cooking and cleaning, so, why not come with us and get twenty percent of the payout when we get to Antigua, you do our cooking, cleaning and keep our morale high."

My head was spinning, I'd been abroad exactly twice in my life, we'd had two fortnight long holidays in apartments in Blanes , not the best of Spanish Mediterranean resorts going, nothing like the Glitz and glamour of St Tropez or the tropical paradise of Antigua. I found myself in the back seat of a clapped out Ford Mondeo Estate heading for Dover and the late night ferry to Calais, crushed between Paul, a forty-five year old, well, 'Spiv' was the only description that came to mind, and Toni, a third generation Italian immigrant, he looked to be around twenty-seven years old.

In the front of the car was Brian in the driving seat and Toni's younger brother Benny on the front passenger's seat, Benny was a year older than me and a year younger than Toni. We'd all been limited to one suitcase each because of the lack of space in the boot of the car and the need to take some provisions with us, tinned food, and packets of dry goods including tea and coffee. The only thing that would be cheaper on the continent would be alcohol and even then we'd be shopping for that in Spain rather than France, booze in St Tropez would be as expensive as in the UK if not more so and the best estimate that Paul could make was that it would take two days to do the two hundred miles between St. Tropez and the first Spanish port which was Portbou.

I have no idea how I managed to get talked into going with them, and I also let them talk me into not talking to my parents first, just a simple note explaining that Brian and I were going on a little holiday together and we'd phone them later to let them know where we were going and when to expect us back home.

The trip to Dover was uncomfortable but uneventful, just three hours of utter boredom, we didn't stop once during the one hundred and sixty mile journey but at least we'd have ninety minutes or more on the ferry to stretch our legs and use the toilets etcetera.

I really had no idea just how long it would take to drive from home to Dover and even less of an idea just how long it would take to drive from Calais to St Tropez, if I'd known that it was close to seven hundred and thirty miles by road between the two towns I'd have realised that as we'd been averaging fifty miles an hour from home to Dover I'd have worked out that I faced close to fifteen hours on the road squashed between two burly men.

Brian found a couchette in a side lounge between the main lounge and the restaurant where he settled down to sleep for the duration of the crossing. The rest of us had a snack meal and drink, Paul got a pre-packed sandwich, a small bottle of coke and a can of 'Red Bull' for Brian to consume as he drove through France.

It was just after midnight when we'd passed through customs and immigration and took the slow road through Calais heading towards the 'E Seventeen' motorway. Brian was a steady driver and tucked into the right hand lane of the three heading south and drifted up to sixty miles an hour. According to the road signs we'd be on the 'E Seventeen' for three hours so Brian didn't need a navigator and Benny put his jacket against the window and rested his head on it to get a few hours sleep.

The motorway was in darkness as was the car and within five miles Paul put his head on my shoulder and his hand on my knee, Toni was trying hard to see what Paul was doing, I felt Paul's hand slip along my thigh towards the hem of my dress and instantly regretted wearing such a short lightweight dress. I slipped my hand between Paul's hand and the hem of my dress to stop him in his tracks.

Paul was a little disappointed that I'd blocked his fun, he whispered in my ear, "Come on Victoria, this is going to be a very long journey, we're all going to need a little something to keep our morale up, you as well as us."

There wasn't exactly menace in Paul's voice but he was definitely the typical 'Alpha Male' and I was suddenly aware that I was in a foreign country with very little money and, well, Paul was carrying the papers of everyone in the group, including my passport. "Why did you come with four horny men on a long trip like this if you weren't going to join in on the fun?"

That was a question I couldn't answer, how had I allowed the talk of exotic locations and sunshine to colour my judgement and put me in this position, crammed in the back seat of an ancient rep-mobile heading for the South of France?

At just after four o'clock in the morning dawn was breaking and we were just traversing the Périphérique Paul decided that after four hours on the road we all needed a toilet break and food and my brother needed two hours sleep so we pulled into a rest area and all ran for the toilet block. Brian had a quick 'Petit Dejeuner' in the rest areas restaurant before returning to the car and curling up on the rear seat for two hours sleep, he could really do with longer but the cars were filmed as they drove into the rest area and again when they left, if they parked for longer than two hours they would be fined and in France they didn't mess about like in the UK, the police would chase you down and force money out of you at gunpoint if necessary.

While Brian slept the rest of us had our breakfast and as we'd have to stay away from the car for two hours to let Brian sleep Paul wandered off to the shop and returned with an armful of glossy magazines and surprisingly for a French rest area, all of the magazines were written in English but weren't actually English or American titles but French magazines translated into English. They were obviously catering for the English tourists flooding through France from the port of Calais to the holiday hotspots in the South of France or North Mediterranean coast of Spain.

Paul handed me one of his collection, it was a series of short stories, sexual fiction, pornography dressed up as a 'True Romance' kind of book, I was over half way through the first story before I realised the direction the story was heading. Paul, Toni and Benny all had mainly picture based magazines and the pictures were very explicit, unlike the 'Magazines of Gentlemen's Special Interest' sold over the counter in the UK, the French ones had pictures of fully 'Excited' men and close-up photographs of the full sexual act between men and women.

The story I was reading had just got to the heavy breathing part when Paul checked his watch, "Right you lot, time to get on our way!"

We woke Brian, he still seemed to be tired and woke grudgingly, the trip computer said that we could drive another one hundred and fifty miles before we needed to refuel and Benny checked the map, "There's another rest stop in about one hundred and forty miles."

Paul mulled it over for a moment, "Okay, that's the plan then, we'll refuel there and have lunch and Brian can get another two hours sleep time."

We set off and joined a very slow crawl on the motorway, five miles of very slow moving traffic until we passed an accident that had closed off all but the right hand lane and the hard shoulder, a Danish car had collided into the back of a French car. As we crawled along I read through three sex acts in the story I was reading and although reading didn't usually turn me on, reading a sex story and seeing pictures on both sides of me of men and women fucking while crammed in the rear seat with two passably good looking men all added up to a bit of a turn on.

Paul's hand slipped onto my thigh almost unnoticed by me, his hand started out less than an inch from the bottom hem of my dress and within moments had disappeared from view. Toni was alternating between looking at his sex book and down at Paul's hand in its upward journey towards my knickers. Like the stars in the story I was reading my breath had quickened and as Paul's fingertips reached the soft cotton of my bikini panties Toni reached down and pulled my left knee up and over his right leg, opening my thighs to Paul's exploring fingers.

Benny was twisted around in his seat and was watching his brother and Paul as they opened me up, he reached between the front seats and lifted my right knee and put it over Paul's left knee, he laughed as the hem of my dress flew up to my waist and exposed my knickers and Paul's hand as it eased the gusset of my knickers to one side, showing my dripping wet inner body off to the whole car the tinted rear windows of the Mondeo was all that was preventing all of the people in the cars, busses and lorries surrounding us in the slow crawl of traffic trying to pass the accident from seeing too but I could see all of them on the outside.

I looked up to the rear view mirror and all I could see was my brother's eyes concentrating on what his friends were doing to me in the back seat, it was a good job that we were crawling along at less than five miles an hour because Brian couldn't take his eyes off of my exposed pussy.

Toni took my magazine from my hands, I'd just turned the page and Toni passed the book to his brother in the front passenger seat and told him to read it out to us all. I dropped my hands to the hem of my dress and started to pull it down to cover my exposed body but Toni stopped me, he took my left hand and pulled it over to the front of his trousers, he pulled his zipper down and placed my left hand on top of his red hot cock.

Brian squeezed the Mondeo past the crashed cars and attending police, ambulances and fire engines that surrounded them so Brian had to try and pay attention to his driving. My fingers wrapped around. Toni didn't need to tell me what he wanted me to do with his cock, it was almost an autonomic response, my fingers curled around his cock shaft and I began pumping my hand up and down as the car sped up to fifty miles an hour.

I didn't look at Toni's cock, my eyes were fixed on the rear view mirror, Brian was looking into the back of the car about every twenty seconds or so, just snatching quick glances, he would have been able to clearly see my left hand pumping up and down his friend's cock but because Paul was behind him he couldn't see more than Paul's hand rubbing my cunt to a froth of lubricant and driving me into my first climax in ages.

Toni suddenly grabbed my wrist to stop my hand and he gasped, "Fuck me Vicky, that was close, you almost brought me off then!"

Toni pushed my hand away and placed my left hand on Paul's trousers and he whispered in my ear, "Wank Paul for a bit now."

Because Toni had encouraged me to use my left hand on Paul's cock I was now turned slightly sideways on and my left knee slipped off of Toni's right knee closing my legs on Paul's hand. Paul left me to open his trousers, his hand had left my pussy and he was now unbuttoning the front of my dress, I got Paul's cock out of his trousers and began working his cock with my hand as he unfastened the last of the buttons down the front of my dress.

Paul pushed the front of my dress over my left shoulder and Toni was waiting in the wings to take over from him, he eased the arm hole down my left arm, pulling my hand off of Paul's cock, I almost fought Toni off, not to stop him taking my dress off but to stop him taking my hand off of Paul's cock. Benny was kneeling in his seat watching the action as he read aloud the dirty story that I'd started reading in the rest area.

When I'd started reading the story it had seemed more than a little pornographic to me and that was when it was all just in my head, now that Benny was reading it out loud and the pornographic content was being shared between the five of us it was porn-plus.

Toni eventually got my hand free of Paul's cock long enough to get the arm hole of my dress passed my left hand. I was now sitting in the back of a beat up Ford Mondeo with three horny men and my brother basically wearing just my bra and panties and leaning against the dress that should have been covering my body. I looked over my shoulder as Toni fiddled inexpertly with the fastener at the back of my bra and was instantly reminded that we were all in the back of a car, in broad daylight on a French Motorway in the middle of the holiday rush, thirty cars a minute were passing us all full of families with children and as Toni finally succeeded in freeing my breasts I was really glad that the tinted glass in the rear windows was successful.

The shoulder strap of my bra was pulled over my left hand and again I was forced to break contact with Paul's cock. Before I could grasp his cock again Paul started to pull my head down towards his cock but I was sitting too close to him to contort my body enough to get my mouth on his cock.

Toni took a hand again, he forced his hand under my right hip and pulled me up onto his knee and in the process my dress and bra fell away completely leaving me sitting on Toni's knee in just my white cotton bikini panties. Paul finally managed to get his cock into my mouth and I set to work on it greedily.

My lower body was once again lifted and the story stopped as Benny leaned over the back seat of the car and pulled my knickers all the way off. I was totally naked, sucking greedily on Paul's cock as Toni explored my fanny with eager fingers, he brought me off just as Benny read, "...I was riding on top of my lover, gasping for air as orgasm after orgasm wracked my body, he was at the point of no return, his first spurt flooded into my body just as my father opened the living room door, dad screamed out my name, I tried to jump off of my lover's lap but he just held me in place, he was desperate for closure after holding back for so long..."

I shivered through yet another climax and tasted a spurt of pre-cum at the back of my throat and Paul's hand reached for my forehead and pushed my mouth off of his cock just a second before he lost control of his balls.

Paul pulled me off of Toni's lap and struggled to turn me around in the confined space in the back of the car, he said, "It's a pity we have so much junk in the back or we could have put the seats down and made it more like a double bed."

I have no idea how Paul managed to contort himself or me into the restricted space but he managed to half stand and half bend at the waist, hunched over my back and fuck me doggy-style as he forced my mouth down over Toni's cock and because of our position Benny stopped reading from the sex magazine and began fondling my breasts by leaning over the back of his seat. I wasn't totally sure but I guessed that Brian was watching his three mates as they played with my body because the car weaved a little from side to side causing the French Lorry drivers passing us to hoot their horns.

Paul filled my belly with his spunk before I could get Toni off with my mouth; I was on an almost constant climactic high from the back seat action and knowing that my brother was watching the whole thing going on. Toni lifted his bottom and slipped out of his trousers, he told Benny to pull his seat forward as far as he could and I was once again manhandled around to face the front and was pulled down onto Toni's cock as I faced forwards.

A seven seat car passed us, he was only fractionally faster than us because they had a mountain of luggage on their roof for the seven of them in the car, the unusual feature of that car though was that the last two seats faced backwards rather than forwards so the two boys in the back had a perfect view of my tits as Toni pounded his meat up into my cunt and because they were so close to our speed thay had that view for mile after mile.

Toni eventually added his spunk to the wad that had been left by Paul and I was allowed to slip off of his lap and back into my seat. My knickers were used to try and mop up the gallon of spunk flooding from my body. I remained naked; I had been given my magazine back so I could read in private. Paul and Toni had pulled their trousers back on and as I read I could see my brother looking back at my naked body and strangely it didn't bother me one bit, I wasn't even concerned that two young boys could see my nakedness either, they weren't making a big thing about it so why should I?

I remained naked until we pulled off the motorway at the next rest area, it was just before twelve o'clock and I slipped my dress on as if it were a coat, I fastened the middle five buttons down the front, leaving the bottom three open and the top four. Brian chose a ready cooked burger and fries from a low class French copy of McDonalds before using the toilet and rushing back to the car for another nap, the rest of us went into the main restaurant and had a meal that was cooked to order so it took about ninety minutes for us to eat.

I saw two young boys on a table with five other people a few tables away and they were paying me a lot of attention, I realised that they could see up my dress because I'd left three buttons opened, they finished before us and as they walked past our table the boys stopped and asked if we were going on holiday to Cap-d'Agde like them, "St Tropez, not where you said!"

The boy's looked disappointed and then I realised that they were the boys that had seen me naked in the car for about an hour out on the motorway. As they walked away Paul looked thoughtful, he pulled out his smart phone and tapped Cap d'Agde into his search engine, he laughed and then said, "No wonder they didn't freak out when they saw you naked in the car, Cap d'Agde is this massive naturist resort, they expect around ten thousand naturists to turn up over the next week, mainly French but there is one English company selling holidays there."

Once our two hours was up we left and woke Brian, filled up with petrol and headed back onto the motorway, the only difference inside the car was that Toni was now navigating in the front passenger seat and Benny was sitting in his place in the rear of the car next to me. Within minutes of setting off again Benny had the front of my dress wide open and was eating my breasts and working his fingers in my cunt.

Benny fucked me in the same way that he'd seen Paul do it earlier and as he fucked me bent over the way I was Paul opened his trousers and fed his cock into my mouth. After Benny fired off into my belly Paul had managed to hold off filling my mouth, he pulled me around so he could see my bottom, he prised my bum crack open and probed my anal muscle with his index finger, "Pity no one's hacked a trail up that hole yet, you're going to need it, it's a long way to Antigua and at some point we're going to need to use this hole."

Paul then started to drag some of Benny's spunk out of my pussy and rubbed it around my anal muscle, taking thirty minutes to get his index finger inside my arsehole to the first knuckle but then he got bored and pulled me down onto his cock and fucked me the way Toni had just before we stopped for lunch.

Once again I remained naked and reading from my pornographic magazine until we reached our stop for dinner at five o'clock. By that point we had been travelling for twenty-four hours and although pornography, public nudity and public sex were all totally new to me two out of the three activities had certainly taken the boredom out of such a long and potentially boring car journey.

Brian estimated that we had just enough fuel to get to St Tropez and he asked Paul to get him a sandwich and a bottle of coke as well as any of the high caffeine drinks to help him keep awake on the last leg of the drive, we were still over two hundred miles away from our destination.

That was the final stop on our long car journey, no matter how tired Brian got or how hungry any of us got we had to press on without further breaks because high tide would be at one o'clock the next morning and Paul was determined to make that high tide to get the yacht out onto the high seas and heading for the first Spanish port just over the other side of the French border.

We arrived at the marina in the centre of St Tropez just before midnight, the car was coughing and spluttering because it was drinking the last few drops of fuel left in the tank, the trip computer had given its opinion that we were out of fuel forty miles earlier but Brian nursed the last few hundred yards to the marina gates.

Paul punched a code into the lock on the main gate and we all carried our possessions from the back of the car. Paul jumped up onto the back of a massive two-master yacht moored stern on to the dock, the door through to the salon from the main cockpit had some kind of notice stuck over the two sides of the sliding doors, Paul showed us all the way along the narrow side deck to the bow, there was a hatch, a little like I'd expect to see on a submarine, that wasn't sealed in any way and once Paul popped it open we could go down a ladder and into the bow area of the boat that was a single room with four beds, two bunks on each side of the bow, joined at the foot end of the beds with a storage locker going into the very point of the bow.

Toni and his brother were at the rear of another yacht about five boats away, a yacht that looked very similar to the boat we were loading our food onto. They removed three nameplates off of the 'Sunshine Vagabond' and re-fixed them in place of the nameplates on our boat and while they were doing that Paul was cleaning away every trace of notice that had been glued around the main mast on our boat while Brian was carefully scraping the notice off of the salon doors.

At five to one in the morning Paul started the twin Volvo Penta engines and eased the yacht away from the mooring and out towards the mouth of the marina. A very drunk Frenchman stepped out of an office at the sea gates to the harbour and hailed us in French, Paul called out, "Sunshine Vagabond, monticule pour Naples!"

"Avoir un bon voyage et merci pour le cognac mon ami."

As soon as we were clear of the harbour Brian asked Paul what he had said to the harbourmaster.

"Well, at about eight o'clock this evening the owner of the Vagabond filed papers with the harbourmaster for a trip to Naples and he gave him a bottle of brandy as a 'thank you' for looking after him and his crew so well while they were in port."

"What happens tomorrow when they find the Sunshine Vagabond's still in port?"

"We won't have to wait that long, they'll be reporting the theft of their name plates to the local police in an hour. We'll be fine just so long as they don't report it on the national police because they have fast boats in the area and they'll be suspicious about why someone would steal a boat's nameplates."

Brian headed off to bed as we powered into the wind heading north east, Paul called me over, "How's your head for heights Vicky?"

"No idea, why?"

"Well, you're the lightest aboard and we need someone light to go up the mast and retrieve the radar reflector."

I had to take my dress off so for a few minutes I was out on the cold windswept deck totally naked before I stepped into a blue boiler suit, I was strapped into a webbing harness and clipped into a shackle on the end of a rope that disappeared over a pulley wheel at the top of the mast. Toni and Benny hauled on the other end of the rope, dragging me up the mast unceremoniously. I'd been told that the mounting of the radar reflector had two spring-loaded bullets that had to be pushed into their holes and then the weird metal box could be turned a few degrees and would simply slip up and out of its mounting point. I'd need to snap a safety line to the reflector before removing it because we'd need it replacing before we entered the Spanish port.

It all sounded so easy on the rolling deck of the yacht but a slight roll at sea level transposed into a huge movement at sixty feet above the deck. It took an hour to get the reflector into a bag and let the guys lower me back onto the deck. As soon as I was down Paul threw the wheel around and turned the stern of the yacht to the wind, he turned off the engine and the running and navigation lights off and in total darkness Toni and Benny set about hauling up the mainsail, that was set at almost ninety degrees to Starboard and caught the wind well taking us from a crawl to around ten miles an hour.

Once they had tied off the sheets for the mainsail they started working on the mizzen sail, that was hauled up and set ninety degrees on the port side of the boat, it looked totally whacky to me but we seemed to kick into overdrive and went from ten to fifteen miles an hour.

"Right guys, get some sleep, I'll take the helm until six o'clock and then Toni will take his turn, it'll be a little boring, we're basically on course right now for Portbou, it's a dead straight course and there's no change in the wind direction expected for around twenty-four hours and by then we'll almost be there."

Toni took my hand and pulled me after him to the front of the boat and down into the crew quarters. Paul and Toni had the two top bunks and Brian and Benny the two bottom ones. I was going to climb into Paul's empty bed but Toni had other ideas, I was his for the first hour of R&R, then he'd sleep for four hours until Paul woke him. It certainly made a change feeling Toni fuck me on a bed instead of in the back of a car and he made the most of the hour he'd allowed himself with me filling my cunt with just a few seconds to spare.

I slipped out of Toni's bed, went to the toilet and tried my best to flush Toni's spunk out of my body. After drying myself I knew that Benny would be waiting for my return so I slipped into his bed with him and started fucking all over again. After Benny finished with me I noticed that Brian was watching as I was being fucked, not through a mirror this time, missing large parts of the action but in the subdued red lighting of the crew cabin.

I managed a few hours sleep before Toni got up and went out on deck, it was six o'clock in the morning and it looked like a brilliant sunny day. I pulled my dress on and headed out on deck, it was already warm although windy, we'd slowed down slightly during the night, Paul and Toni were both naked in the cockpit. Toni was steering and Paul was talking him through the plan for the rest of the day, he'd spotted a freighter on the horizon about six miles away and we were on roughly converging courses, "We need to pass astern of the freighter and Vicky needs to be at the top of the main mast using the mainsail to keep her hidden from their look-out, she needs to pop the reflect back into its mount at the last minute and hope that they just assume that they couldn't see us because of the shadow their wheelhouse casts on their radar screen."

I'd assumed that the guy's nudity was in preparation for sex but it wasn't, well, not entirely, the boat had no washing machine and very limited fresh water so travelling in the nude would save on the need to wash clothes.

"Use the galley to cook and wash the pots but make sure it's perfectly clean when you've finished, when we deliver the boat to the Caribbean if the owner has to pay to have the hire areas of the boat cleaned it will come out of our pay."

"No one has mentioned how much we'll be paid yet!"

"Well, that's because no one has any idea how much we'll get paid. If we deliver the boat in sixty days we'll share four thousand pounds, we've also got an allowance of six thousand pounds for food and drink, whatever's left from that pot is shared out five ways and we have ten thousand pounds for fuel, again, whatever is left of that is part of our pay."

"Is that why we're sailing to Spain?"

"Yes, for two reasons, the booze is cheaper in Spain as is the food. We'll stock up with enough provisions to take us to the Canaries, if we can sail all the way to the Canaries we won't have to divert to ports for fuel, the least time we spend in European ports the less chance of getting caught."

"Did we commit a crime in St Tropez?"

"Yes we did, we stole a thirty million pound yacht that had been impounded by the French Government in lieu of back taxes that they claim my boss owes them."

Paul smiled at that disclosure and at that moment Brian appeared on deck, I was taken by surprise, it was the first time I'd seen my brother naked since I was a young child and our mum made us take our baths together. I blushed as I remembered that my brother had made me do things whenever our mother turned her back on us in the bath. Brian smiled at my embarrassment and I saw his cock lift its head and his cockhead seemed to smile at Brian's memories of our past history together as children.

I cooked breakfast and served it in the cockpit, after I'd finished my breakfast and cleaned the galley I popped back through the salon and out into the cockpit, "Paul's headed off to bed, he wants you to join him after you've finished clearing up. One of us will fetch you in time to play monkey up the pole again to put the radar reflector back on top of the mast."

Brian was tinkering with the radio, he had it in bits on the floor, I went over and asked, "What are you doing, you don't know how to fix radio transmitters!"

"I'm not fixing it, I'm altering the transponder unit, once we fire up our own radar people will think we're a boat called 'Love Song' out of Boston Massachusetts."

Benny had our old nameplates and was busy sanding off the name and the top layer of varnish; he had a sheet of plastic that had vinyl letters stuck to it spelling out 'Love Song' back-to-front, the idea was that Benny would stick the letter on the plate and give the plate a new layer of varnish, then before we caught up with the freighter he and his brother would remount them on the outside of the boat in place of the ones we'd stolen a few hours earlier.

Paul checked his watch, "Right, if everything stays the same we should pass under the freighter's stern rail in four hours, I'm going to take Vicky to bed now, someone come and fetch her in three hours so she can get ready to go up the mast again and replace the reflector. Everyone has to be in place, lights; radio and transponder all have to go on as we pass through the interference shadow of the freighter so when we come out the other side we'll be reborn as the Love Song."

Once again I was pulled down into the cramped sleeping compartment to be fucked for an hour before Paul went to sleep; I had two hours sleep as well before I had to perform on the high wire once again.

When I took the radar reflector down it had taken me an hour but time didn't matter on that occasion, timing was far more important when I put it back though. As soon as the reflector was up on deck there was a danger that it would sparkle on the Freighter's radar screen and cause some interest from them, they'd be suspicious seeing a multi-million pound gin palace creeping up behind them 'Dark!' Paul didn't want any curious freighter captain radioing the French authorities and handing them our name while we were still in French waters.

We were yards from the stern of the huge ship towering above us, we were so close that I could smell the garlic in the kitchen; the ship's cook was obviously cooking lunch for the crew. Brian was on the wheel, Toni was holding the rope attached to my harness, keeping it taught, Benny was below decks holding the reflector. Benny had to pick exactly the right moment to rush up the ladder, thrust the reflector into my hands and then help his brother to haul me up the mast as fast as possible.

It was like a funfair ride to the top, it took me a while to line up the spigot with the tube of the mounting bracket but that didn't matter, the mast head lights were on and our radio and transponder were live so everything would look normal to the rest of the world as soon as we separated from the freighter. And the bonus was that I was hidden from the freighter by the mainsail, all that was on show were my hands.

I gave the signal as soon as I'd locked the reflector in place and I was dropped rapidly to around six foot off the deck before Toni and Benny locked the rope and called out to Brian to turn our small mast head radar aerial on. I was lowered the last six feet to the deck as we came out from behind the freighter, I stripped out of the harness and boiler suit as quickly as I could and lay, totally naked on a towel spread out over the foredeck.

It took about ten seconds for two of the ship's crew to be on the navigation wing at the side of the wheelhouse, they had binoculars to their eyes, our ship suddenly bursting onto their sensors out of the blue had worried them but as soon as they saw me on the foredeck sunbathing in the nude they forgot anything else that they were curious about and stood watching me for as long as they could.

There was a little radio chatter between their captain and Brian, they were interested in knowing where we'd come from and where we were going, Brian had a script, "We're the 'Love Song', we left Cyprus two weeks ago and are heading for Portbou in Spain to take on provisions before heading for the Atlantic, our final destination is Boston Massachusetts but it'll take a good wind to get there without another stop someplace."

I heard the crackly voice over the radio speaker, "Can we offer you any assistance, it looks like you may be running low on sunscreen!"

Paul put on a fake laugh as he replied, "I'll get my sister to cover up, she does tend to overdo the sun a little. We're okay here thanks for the offer though; I'm hoping to make port tomorrow sometime."

Brian asked Toni and Benny to reset the sails, he's kept our boat on the wrong setting just so that we could pass as close as possible behind the freighter and now we were no longer running with the wind, we were sailing at an angle which caused the boat to lean over, the wind trying to push the boat over giving us the forward speed we needed.

I sat next to Brian at the wheel, I was impressed with the way he was handling the boat, I had no idea that he'd ever been sailing before but he must have because he seemed to know exactly how everything worked on the large boat.

"Why did you tell the captain of the freighter the truth about where we are really going tomorrow?"

"Because since we came out of the dark he'll be able to track us until we're well out into the Atlantic and because of your little sunbathing scene they're likely to take a keen interest in us in case our path's cross again, my bet is you'll be the fantasy wank of most of the crew of that ship for months to come."

"What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Paul brought me on board to be R&R for him and the crew, what are you going to do to relieve your tensions and frustrations over the next two months?"

Brian blushed, his eye was on the instruments, he'd dropped our speed a little because the wind had turned a few degrees, "Haul on the main sheet a little, I need to get a little closer to the wind!"

There was a little flurry of activity and we turned slightly more to the east, we were now heading for landfall in France instead of Spain. "We can't stay on this tack for very long, the French Coastguard will start to take an interest in us if it looks like we're on course to land anywhere on the French coast."

"You're avoiding the issue, what about you?"

Brian was trying to find something more important to do so he didn't have to answer me but as we were alone in the cockpit and he had to keep his hands on the huge wheel making small changes in course to try and keep the maximum speed from the available wind but i wouldn't ley him off the hook so he eventually said, "Well, I guess I'll just have to look after myself for the next few weeks while you keep my mates happy."

"Well, if you need a hand all you have to do is say!"

Brian's eye's flashed in to mine for the first time; he'd been deliberately looking everywhere else but at me, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I can remember back to when we used to go in the bath together and what you made me do whenever mum's back was turned."

"I was just a kid back then, I didn't realise how wrong it was and I had hoped that you had forgotten all about that."

"Well, I'm just saying, if it all gets too much for you, I'm here to help, I didn't mind in the bath and I won't mind again now."

"If you want to help I could do with a cup of coffee."

"I don't think the kettle will stay on the cooker, we're almost on our side."

"Go and ask Toni, he'll show you how to gimbal the cooker."

I'd never seen anything like it, Toni lifted a metal clip and suddenly the top of the cooker began to swing freely in four directions until the surface was horizontal even through the boat was leaning at thirty degrees.

We sat in the cockpit and drank the coffee I'd made while Brian and Toni discussed our course, Toni agreed with Brian, he thought that we needed to tack to make it clear that we weren't interested in making landfall in France, it all added time to this leg of our journey, it meant that we'd be sailing for two hours in the wrong direction before turning and sailing for an hour back towards the French side of the border again and then we'd turn yet again and once again sail away from our destination for two hours. By tacking in that way our average course would be towards our Spanish port, anyone in authority watching their radar screen would see our clear intention was to make landfall in Spain.

Brian took in a deep breath and called out in a clear voice, "Ready about .... Lee Oh!"

I jumped a little but Toni put his hand on my shoulder, "Keep down, we'll deal with it."

Toni jumped up onto the outer deck and Benny scurried back from the bow, Brian took another deep breath and at the top of his voice he hollered, "Gybe... Oh."

There was a flurry of activity and the mainsail along with half a ton of boom flew over my head, missing me by just a few inches as Toni hauled on the main sheets and his brother hauled on the mizzen while Brian threw the huge wheel so that the rudder swung from one side to the other.

I was fortunate that the boat was designed more as a floating Gin Palace and not as a serious sailing boat so there was plenty of room for people to sit safely in the cockpit while the crew went through their routine to position the sails correctly. We had three sails up, main, mizzen and foresail, Toni was checking the instruments, "I think we could take the Genoa instead of the foresail, we'll get three or four knots more in this wind!"

Brian agreed and Toni and Benny set about lowering the small foresail and swapped it for the much larger Genoa sail Paul clambered out of the crew cabin rubbing a large bruise on his forehead, he had just been using the toilet or head as the boys insisted on calling it and while in the smallest room he'd been caught wrong-footed by the sudden change in direction when the boat changed tack and he'd head butted the wall.

We had to tack about twenty times before we got close enough to the harbour at Portbou, there was no way to sail into the harbour at Portbou because you had to steer for the left hand end of a small grey sand beach and just before the rocks with a white concrete wall above, then drop the sails and switch to the diesel engines for a sharp left turn into the harbour area. To the right of the harbour mouth there was a small area for casual moorings, the permanent moorings straight ahead were all full all year round so the casual moorings were limited to twenty-four hours maximum.

The port official was on the boat within seconds of us finishing laying out our bow and stern lines, we hadn't set our crossed springers but Toni and Benny were setting them out. Usually in a safe harbour like Portbou we wouldn't need to use the four rope system but with such an expensive yacht Paul didn't want to take any chances, there was only one more secure way to moor a boat of our size that that would take six ropes and be overkill for an eight hour stay.

Paul handed over our passports and documents to the official and walked with him while he checked through our boat with a cursory glance in every nook and cranny, he pointed out that our registration sticker in the salon window appeared to be damaged, Paul rummaged through our folder of documents and handed over a form, it was a receipt from a boatyard for replacement glass to the port side salon window, "We were vandalised last month in Northern Cyprus, cost me my bonus that trip, bastards!"

The harbourmaster slapped Paul on his shoulder as a commissary gesture, "How long do you stay in our port?"

"Quick stop, re-provision, take on fuel and water, perhaps a meal if you can recommend someplace good to eat that would be great."

"My brother owns the best bar in town, I'll give you directions."

"Great, perhaps you'd like to join us for lunch, if you can get the time off that is."

"Very generous señor but I have much work to do in port today, perhaps I'll take a drink with you when you depart this afternoon."

"How much do we owe you for mooring fees?"

The harbourmaster looked in my direction, I'd slipped into a bikini as we approached the harbour, he almost licked his lips as he stared at my tits covered by the two flimsy triangles of nylon. Paul smiled; he'd liked the fact that this port official could be open to a bribe if it involved a pretty young woman wearing little or no clothing.

"At my absolute 'discretion', I'll give you until six o'clock this evening for free!"

The harbourmaster smiled at me, he winked his eye and then handed our documents back to Paul before leaving our boat, "He's desperate to fuck a delicious young thing like you Vicky, how do you feel about fucking a man as old as your grandfather?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, "One man, more than one man, young men, old men. It's all the same to me!"

One LPG tank was totally full but the other was about two thirds empty, Paul decided to throw away thirty Euros worth of liquid gas in favour of having two full tanks to run the gas appliances, the stove, the fridge and the water heater. Brian set about pulling the part used tank out to get it exchanged at the marina, Toni organised diesel fuel to fill our tanks and Benny filled our fresh water to the top.

Paul and I went over to a local supermarket; we bought a trolley full of bacon, sausages and other meat to fill our freezer on the boat and a trolley full of beer and a third trolley that was full of spirits. Benny joined us to push the third trolley back to the boat. I was left onboard to stow everything while Benny and Paul returned to the shops for a second loaded trolley each. As soon as I was alone on the boat the harbourmaster returned, I saw him almost 'slime' his way aboard.

"Is the skipper about?"

"He's over the supermarket; we need a ton of supplies for the next leg of our trip."

"I was very curious; the damaged registration sticker is unusual on a boat as expensive as this, especially as it is in such a prominent place on such an expensive room as this so I checked our reports. Your yacht matches the description for 'Sunshine Vagabond', my French colleagues have a great interest in any vessels that match the description of the 'Sunshine Vagabond'. Do you have anything that you can show me to prove that this is the 'Love Song' beyond any doubt?"

I remembered Paul saying that the harbourmaster was desperate to fuck me, he may have known something about our little criminal escapade or not, he was probably playing a long shot and that was why he had waited until I was alone on the boat but what to do?

I opened the door to the master bedroom, "I'm not sure where Paul keeps everything!"

I walked over to the double bed, kept my legs straight and bent at the waist to the under bed stowage locker and started searching through the clean linen that was stored under there. It took just a moment to feel his hands on my bare buttocks, he eased the thin string that passed for a crotch on my bikini bottoms and he slipped his pole into my cunt. I placed the palms of my hands on the bed-spread to hold myself in positron while he fucked me from behind. No great lover but he had his fun, just ten minutes from entry to splashdown, I didn't look back until he had pulled his cock out of my cunt and was bending to pick up his blue serge trousers, I remained in position while he zipped up and then he pulled my knickers back into place, he slapped my bum and said, "I'm sorry I was so suspicious, it's obvious to anyone that your delightful group couldn't be involved in anything criminal at all. You may want to point out to your skipper that his sail number doesn't match that registered to 'Love Song', he needs to look into that before his next European port."

So, the harbourmaster had known who we were all along, Paul's desire to use the Volvo engines as little as possible had given our game away to the harbourmaster. I finished stowing the food with semen running down the insides of my thighs. When the boys returned with the second load of groceries they had twenty large loaves of bread, that much bread would be stale and mouldy long before we could have eaten it but Paul had an answer to that problem, a plastic sleeving and a small machine that used the roll of film, seal one end using ceramic heating elements, then you placed food into the bag and the machine sucked the air out of the bag and then heat sealed the end. I split the bread into ten slice lots and vacuum sealed it, reducing the volume of the bread so that it would all fit into the freezer along with the rest of the frozen food.

As I worked my way through the bread mountain Paul and Benny were stowing all kinds of tinned food in the various lockers, I mentioned as casually as I could, "The harbourmaster knows the real name of the boat!"

Paul stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean?"

"He came over while you were out and told me that our mainsail registration number was from 'Sunshine Vagabond' and that he'd received notification of the French authoritie's interest in us."

Paul looked gob-smacked, "What happened?"

I looked towards the master bedroom, the door was still open and there were two spots on the previously, drum-skin tight, counterpane where my hands had been while the harbourmaster fucked me. Paul smiled at me, "Good girl!" he said, he knew exactly what I'd done for the good of the venture.

"Right guys we've got to move and move fast, I'll take a bottle of whiskey to the harbourmaster as a thank you and get the latest weather report from him, Brian, you get the gas bottle connected up, Toni and Benny, single up the lines, I want the boat ready to slip her moorings the moment I get back..." Paul turned to me, "...you've got thirty minutes, why not pop over to the shower block and take advantage of unlimited hot water, be your last chance for a week or so."

When Paul came back he had a small pot of black mode maker's paint and a fine brush, "We're going out under power, due East for six miles at least before we head south-west, if we can we'll use the freighter trick again, use the bulk of a large ship to disguise when we turn south-west. I've filed a course plan with the harbourmaster that we're heading across for Ibiza so I want to try and keep him in the dark for as long as possible."

At about three miles out we were far enough from shore to not be seen and Paul had the sail raised just enough for the number on the sail to be exposed, he carefully changed a five into an eight and added a one in front of the number on both sides, then he phoned the boat's owner and told him to alter the main records held in Lloyds ship registry to show the new number.

We ended up sailing west for twelve miles before we spotted a large oil tanker; it was heavily laden with crude oil from Saudi Arabia, heading for Gibraltar, Paul had a long chat with the tankers radio operator to get as much information as possible about their routing and speed profile. The south-westerly wind that was promised sprang up and after we'd passed the tanker by a quarter of a mile we turned south, cut our engines and hauled up our main and fore sail, we could match the tanker's speed better if we didn't load our masts with full sail and twelve knots would mean that we'd leave the Mediterranean and join the Atlantic in around five days.

Because we had so little sail Paul sent us all down to our cabin to get some sleep while he made friends with the oil tankers radio operator, he even got a travel chess set out and challenged the guy on the tanker to a game of radio chess.

We didn't make it into bed straight away though, Toni grabbed me, he sat on the edge of the table between the bunk beds, the one we would usually sit at to eat our meals or just kill time between duties. "Paul wants us to try and open your back door to make you more fun over the next few days!"

I was lifted by Benny, Toni forced my knees as wide apart as possible and Benny lowered me onto his brother's cock, then Benny prised my bum cheeks apart and spat on his middle finger. It took him quite a while to get his finger up my bottom as Toni fucked me and as I started to climax I felt my anal muscle was grasping at Benny's finger in the same way that my vaginal muscles were grasping at his brother's cock.

Benny came in close, he kissed my neck and whispered, "Relax as much as you can Vicky!"

Benny put his mouth against the muscle that ran across the top of my shoulder and he bit down hard as he pushed the tip of his cock into my bottom. I started fighting, trying to get away from both men, Tony clamped his arms around my body, pinning my arms to my side, "Calm down, just relax, the sooner he gets in the less it will hurt in the end."

I looked over at my brother as he lay on his bunk, his hands were out of sight so I couldn't see exactly what he was doing but from the movement under his sleeping bag it looked like he was masturbating himself off very slowly as he watched two of his friends trying to work a 'double play' on me.

Benny managed to get just the tip of his cock in my arse with a great deal of difficulty and effort on his part and a lot of pain on mine. He fought hard to keep his cock engaged as his brother sped up fucking me, his shaft running in and out of my vaginal sheath was rubbing against Benny's cockhead through my perineum and that movement was enough for Benny to cum. He fired off filling my back passage with his thick, slippery semen. Toni was close to his own climax but Benny's abdomen suddenly slapped against my buttocks as I screamed in pain, Benny's slippery spunk had opened a passageway and gave him enough lubrication to suddenly slip past my anal muscles before his cock went soft. My body jerked so much with the pain that l managed to disengage my cunt from Toni's cock causing him to slip out just before he reached his finale.

"Are you all the way in mate?"

Benny grinned and nodded his head, "Quick, get her on her feet, try and stay in as long as possible so I can use your opening to get my cock in her as well."

The guys swapped over and somehow I managed to be pressed against my brother's bunk, bent right over with my legs straight just like I was when the harbourmaster fucked my cunt earlier in the day. Toni's cock felt twice as big as Benny's but because Benny had finally managed to get all the way inside my arse and deliver his cream to at least six inches inside my body Toni's cock made the journey with only a little extra pain.

Toni started actually fucking my arse as if it was a cunt but at least he was taking things slowly. I grasped Brian's sleeping bag and I felt his hand moving up and down his cock through the cover. Benny was now in his bunk on the opposite side of the cabin and had his back to us, Toni was fucking me but his head was above the lever of the upper bunk so he couldn't see my hands either, so I took the opportunity to slip one hand under my brother's sleeping bag and searched out his cock.

Brian's cock was thinner than the other three but just as long, they would have made my transition to anal sex much easier if they had asked Brian to do my arse first. I curled my fingers around his cock like I used to do when I was very young but now, I wasn't just playing with his cock and balls I was rubbing him, rubbing seriously, seriously enough to get him off before Toni filled my arse with his load of cream. Fortunately Toni was making so much noise as he closed in on his climax that he didn't hear the slight sound that my brother made as he climaxed.

Brian looked incredibly guilty as I pulled my hand out from under his sleeping bag just before Toni pulled his cock out of my bottom, my hand was covered in Brian's spunk up to my wrist but I kept it out of Toni's sight as he busied himself in one of the drawers in the main stowage cabinet. I looked back between my legs, clumps of semen were dropping from my anal muscle which was gaping wide open and looked red and angry. Toni came back up behind me with one of my tampons in his hand which he pushed up my back passage.

"You'll feel the need to take a crap any minute but just try to ignore the feeling, you won't really need to do one it's just the spunk trying to escape."

Brian and I gave each other a few knowing glances while I was cleaning the floor and my hand, Toni was already asleep by the time I was ready to get into bed, I bent over Brian and kissed him. "Don't feel guilty, I really wanted to do something for you, if it wasn't for you I'd be sitting at a boring sewing machine right now earning peanuts and waiting for my turn to die!"

I jumped up into Paul's bed, the first time I'd had a bed to myself since the trip began. I woke after four hours and went out to see if Paul needed a drink or anything, "I need a crap really, come here and take the wheel, just keep the heading south-west, shout me if anything happens at all." as I stepped past him to take the seat at the helm he stopped me, he prised my bum cheeks apart and looked at my arse, "Good girl, looks like you've been well fucked up there, When I get back we'll have to try it out, see if I can fuck and skipper a yacht at the same time."

I took the wheel, we were still well within sight of the oil tanker, it had become cool in the twilight so I'd put a simple summer dress on, Paul had been naked at the helm while it had been sunny, I guessed he'd put a shirt and shorts on by the time he came back, the radio barked, "Suez Venture to Love Song, Suez Venture to Love Song over!"

"Go ahead Suez Venture."

"Ah Love Song, that explains a lot, I was about to tell Paul that his dress looked rather fetching on him!"

"No, I'm just standing in for him while he uses the toilet, err head sorry."

"Paul didn't tell me that he had such a pretty crew member, it's a pity the heat had gone out of the sun, I'd have loved to see you dressed the way Paul was dressed at the helm."

"I'm sure the sun will be out tomorrow, just like it was today."

"We may not be so close tomorrow sadly Love Song."

"I'm sure our course is parallel to yours until Gibraltar, if this wind keeps up the way it's expected too we'll be close for a few days."

"Well then, I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, all of you! Suez Venture out."

"Love Song out."

Paul had a shirt on and his shorts in his hand, "Were you chatting with Gordon on the tanker?"

"Didn't say his name, he just wanted to chat to me because he didn't know I was part of your crew."

"They're watching us like hawks, I think we worried them because we powered straight out to them and then turned to match their course. Probably think we're Somali Pirates."

I looked over to the ship; at least three men were on the side rail of the navigation wing at the side of the wheelhouse with high powered binoculars, scanning our boat closely, "Well, might as well give them something to look at, get on your knee and give me a blow-job, make it theatrical, make it look good but don't get me off, I want to cum up your arse."

As I knelt on the floor of the cockpit and took Paul's cock in my mouth I looked over at the ship, they had a crew of six or seven in total but the three men had turned into four and they were all focusing on me as I sucked Paul's cock. He made me suck him for thirty minutes, "Right, you ready for the grand finale?"

"No!"

I was pulled to my feet and Paul yanked the blue string down, pulling the tampon out of my arse. I was turned until I was facing away from him and he pulled me backwards and guided his cock into my arse. I was surprised that there wasn't a flood of spunk flowing out of my back passage but nothing came, either the tampon had absorbed it all or my body had.

I certainly felt the pain of Paul's cock as it started it travels up my arse but once he'd passed the muscle guarding the entrance the pain dissipated and he fucked me as he sat in the helmsman's seat holding on to the wheel, keeping the yacht on its south-westerly course as he fucked me.

Paul emptied his balls after fifteen minutes, he almost brought me off which surprised me quite a bit because it meant that I was not just getting used to anal sex but was actually starting to enjoy it. As I lifted up off of Paul's cock there was the faint sounds of wolf whistles drifting across the water from the direction of the oil tanker. "Well, we gave them a show to remember and well done you, you were really getting into it by the end, I think it'll be fun all the way from tomorrow, now go and find another tampon to shove up there so you don't make a mess all around the boat."

The next five days of our journey were almost like a party, the boat was running with the wind in a calm sea so for the most part it was horizontal, there wasn't much to do but fuck, eat and drink, I sunbathed most days on the foredeck with an audience from the oil tanker that we stayed beside until it turned north in the Gibraltar straight to deliver its fuel in Gibraltar. We steered a course that was as close to the centre line between Africa and Europe until we popped out into the Atlantic.

Paul had decided to stop over in El Hierro to resupply our boat as we were making such good time so far, that was around twelve hundred miles but the wind patterns weren't as helpful in the Atlantic as they had been in the Mediterranean so it could take five days to reach the southernmost island in the Canaries or three weeks.

The trip to El Hierro took two weeks and was bloody hard work, the boat was either lying on its port side or starboard side the whole way, food was restricted to sandwiches or biscuits for most meals because of the rough seas and high winds. Stronger winds didn't equate to higher speeds strangely enough, it seemed counter intuitive to me but apparently every boat has a hull speed that is a product of its design characteristics, ours was around eighteen knots, if the wind was stronger than that the boat wouldn't go any faster but the additional energy in the wind would translate into damage to the sails or mast, so in stronger winds we had to shed sail surface and at some points we would run with just the fore sail up and all of the other sails furled up.

A few times when the sea was calm but the wind strong Paul would run with the wind for a few hours so I could cook a hot meal for everyone. Once we hit El Hierro Island we paid for four days in the harbour so I could get all of our clothes washed and we could have a few good meals in restaurants, I also scrubbed all of our sleeping bags out and draped them in the sun to dry before bed.

The four day lay over wasn't just a random thing, the long range forecast was for a change in the wind. On our due departure date they were forecasting fifteen knot winds to the south-south-east, a week with a fifteen knot wind blowing from El Hierro almost directly towards Antigua, best case scenario was that we could run with full sail including our Genoa sail and in theory we'd go twenty-five hundred miles in the seven days and be just three hundred miles from our final destination. But that really was wishful thinking but it would be a far more pleasant way to get quite close.

We finally sailed into English Harbour, Antigua seven weeks after leaving St. Tropez, three weeks earlier than Paul had as his last possible date to deliver so we would all get paid for the trip, we'd used very little fuel so we'd all get a large payout from the unused fuel budget.

Paul phoned the boat's owner to tell him the good news and he was told to make sure that the boat was cleaned up and made ready for a two weeks tour around the Caribbean, the owner had decided to have a holiday on his boat before we lined up for Yacht Charter Week. All of the boats that were for hire in the Caribbean would be in English Harbour for a week so that agents could look them over and agree contracts for the season.

I had the choice, I could fly home and go looking for another dead-end job or I could stay on and help crew the boat, well, crew it for two weeks while the owner had his holiday and see if I liked serving (and servicing) paying customers. It would be a little like being a floating prostitute, people who paid ten thousand pounds to rent a luxury yacht for a week tended to expect special services from the crew.

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