SEA WIFE
Young teen/ older man, cons sex

    It was a place you never heard of. You never heard of either the oil spill that ruined the local fishing or the storm that caught the fishermen a long ways from home and decimated the fleet of small boats they used. Between to two thought the small village was in trouble. Too many widows, too few boats and men to crew them and not enough food. Not to mention no money but that was nothing new, few small fishing villages ever have much money anyplace. 
    I arrived just after the storm and the place was still trying to figure out what to do. I was working up the coast doing something for big oil and was using by own thirty six foot sail boat as a base. I figured to be busy for about two years but I was working alone. I turned out to be a godsend for those people. I was there almost two months and by then they were recovering. I suppose I had a little to do with it. I spent more than I needed to buying supplies that they could spare, I had tools that they lacked and was willing to either loan or work with them to help and I used my contacts to get some help to them. Maybe not a lot but a hell of a lot more that they had.  
   About a week before I was due to move on they had some sort of local holiday that required a feast and general partying. Sounded good to me. I kicked in for a supply of the local brew [ which wasn’t bad, hell of a kick] and some food. What I didn’t know was I was to be the guest of honor because of what I’d done to help. I really thought that they were making a big thing out of it all but they really wanted to do it so I went along. People have a need to return favors and this was a chance for them to at least let me know that the really appreciated what I’d done for them. 
    In two months I’d learned about three words of the local tongue and there were only two people in the place that spoke any English at all. One was my local native guide that was also a local big shot and a nice guy. We had become friends and I was going to miss him when I left. We were about half in the bag when he leaned over and asked me for a favor. I’m easy when I’m drunk so I said no problem. A few minutes later he showed up with this girl. She was young and looked pretty but I have this problem with pretty when I’m bagged so I wasn’t sure about that. The story was that her daddy had died in the storm and her mom was about dead from some kind of cancer. She had nobody to turn to and there was no one in the village that could take her in. could I take her along with me and use her as a servant until I was done and then put her ashore at a larger town with whatever money I’d thought she’d earned and with a letter of recommendation. That way at least she would have a chance at a better life. Sounded good at the time. The next day, much later, the local brew did pack a punch and not too many people were up and about too early, my friend brought her down to the boat. A I said I can’t judge looks when I’m under the influence so I was surprised. Also the local dress codes changed with what was going on. For parties and other special occasions there were lots of clothes worn. When working or near the water the outfits ran to lots of skin for both sexes. Topless was not unheard of for even older women and nudity was common for kids. Most adults wore either a loin cloth or a g-string made from a white scarf like thing as a minimum though. 
    Last night all I saw was a face and a size. Today I got a better look at what I’d agreed to and I understood why they wanted her to leave. She was a half-breed.  And as half-breeds often are she was a knockout. OK she was only about eleven or twelve but wait a couple of years, Wow. We were introduced again just in case I failed to catch her name last night, a wise move that. I never did learn her name though. Is sounded like a cat choking on a hairball to me and I ended up calling her Cara which was about as close as I could come to her real name. She had learned mine and had even learned a short speech of thanks and promised to be a good servant. Well she spent the last few days that we were there learning how to flush the head [ ever use a marine toilet] and how to work the stove and getting moved aboard. My good buddy made a few comments that I thought I misunderstood. They seemed to include a wink and a nod. I put it down to language differences when he seemed to suggest that I would find her very good at many things and that he hoped she would bring me much pleasure. Her mother acted like I was some kind of knight in shining armor come to rescue her child. She knew that they would never see each other again and had lots of advice. Motherly advice sounds the same everywhere but I seemed to pick up on something more that just be a good girl and eat your veggies. A few odd giggles and a feeling I was being looked over like a prize animal perhaps. Then we were gone. We got an escort out of the small harbor by the surviving fishing boats as we left and then we were alone. 
    Cara settled in and within a couple of days was earning her keep very nicely. A child of the sea she learned her away around my boat very quickly and was even able to stand a watch at the helm every so often. She could cook better that I could even if what she cooked was different and the old scow was never as clean. And she was nice to look at to boot. They didn’t seem to count birthdays but she looked about twelve. Once on the boat she stripped down to the loincloth so I got to see everything even if only in flashes. She had small breasts with dark nipples, maybe a 28AA. She was taller that most of the kids around there being about five three or four. A lot of it was leg and very nice legs too. Hers had more shape that most young girls. Her butt was still getting rid of the boyish look and she lacked much of a waist but you could see the basics there. Black hair that she could sit on and dark brown eyes set in a very easy to look at face with a cute snub nose over a well shaped mouth and nice teeth. Like I said earlier a knockout. Below the waist I caught glimpses of a well defined pubic mound with pouting lips that were still smooth and hairless. I spent a lot of time looking at her just because she was so good to look at. She was still coltish but had a grace born of living in and on the sea and of a well muscled body that was no stranger to work. About the only fat on her was the little in her breasts and a tiny bit in her ass cheeks, just enough to round then out a bit. 
    I usually go naked at sea but I was wearing just a small pair of Speedos with her along. I noticed her checking me out every now and then and I noticed that when I did she was not bashful about getting caught at it. I had the feeling she was waiting for something. She was as smart as a whip and the list of English words she knew grew daily but it was all nouns and verbs and she had no sentence structure yet. It was food or eat, me and you, wait or come. I had given up ever learning hers. It was one of those tonal languages where the same word can have different meanings depending on how you say it. I have a tin ear so it was hopeless. 
Someday she would learn enough English so that we could really talk but until then there was a lot of guessing. 
    It was about a normal week long run to the next place I was to look at but we had a storm that blew us off course and we took some damage. Nothing serious but I’m not one of those sailors that will push on regardless. I want everything as god as I can get it and since I could fix out damage if I had a place to hole up for a day or two I headed toward a small island that on the map looked like a good place to do the repairs. There was supposed to be a small cove with a nice sand bottom. No people except perhaps another cruiser but that was fine either way. 
   The place was perfect. I dropped anchor and got to work. Cara was after all a fisherman’s kid so she understood what I was doing and pitched right in. She seemed to understand what I was doing and how she could best help. Most of the time that meant staying out of the way but other times she pushed, pulled, held , or handed as was needed. It took two days of hard work before everything was shipshape. The last job was to inspect the hull and the rudder and prop. I didn’t expect to find anything wrong but I’d be a damn fool to pass up the chance to do it in a harbor where there would be lots of time to make repairs if needed. I dug out my dive gear but left the tanks behind. They would not be needed unless there was major problems below. Cara had figured out that we were about done and had already started working on a good meal. Meals under way are sometimes catch as catch can and with the storm and the repairs we’d not been eating the best. While I was checking out the boat I heard a splash and saw Cara diving down toward one of the few rock piles in the cove. She was naked and I stopped what I was doing to watch the mermaid in her element. Damn she was nice to look at. When we both got back in the boat I was satisfied that we were seaworthy and she had several bugs for dinner. Bugs in case you don’t know are spiny lobsters. These were the smaller sweet kind. They showed up in some kind of mild curry that she made. Wonderful.
    As we ate I noticed that she was still naked, not that I minded. I also noticed that she sat next to me instead of across the cockpit as she usually did. In fact she was right next to me. Skin to skin. I was embarrassed when I got this raging erection and even more so when she noticed it. She seemed pleased to see it which I thought was a rather odd reaction under the circumstances. When we were done she went below and returned with a blanket and a bottle of wine she had found. Leading me to the dingy she rowed us to the beach and spread the blanket in the shade of a handy palm tree. She then poured two glasses of wine and settled down after motioning for me to join her. By now I was rather perplexed and somewhat confused. Just what in hell was going on.
    She started with a back rub that if I could bottle it I would be a rich man. She got all the spots. The it became a front rub. And a side rub. I was so relaxed I hardly noticed as she slopped off my Speedos. I was so relaxed my erection had gone away so it seemed like no big deal to be nude with her. After all neither of us had much of a nudity taboo anyway.
Then she kissed me. OK so it was a fumbling first time kiss but it was also one that was loaded with promise and demand, absolutely nothing chaste or innocent about it. A kiss that said louder and clearer that any words that more was being offered and wanted, lots more, more that I’d dreamed of ever happening. 
    I was so surprised that I pulled back. She looked surprised and disappointed. I just lay there speechless. She tried with her limited  vocabulary and if I understood her right she was offering herself to me. In fact it was more that an offer, it was almost a demand, an unspoken part of our deal and something that she had expected to have happened before this. I remembered the conversations I had when I agreed to take her with me. All of a sudden the winks and nods, the looks from her mother, and the words I’d thought I had misunderstood started to make sense. Now I knew why she was not ashamed when I caught her looking at my body. She had joined me fully expecting that she would share my bed as long as we were together. Holy shit. They all had a part in it and I was the only one that didn’t get it. Was it a reward for my help, a payment for giving her a job and a chance for a better life, or was it some cultural thing like an Eskimo sharing his wife with a guest. Maybe all three or maybe something else altogether.  Whatever it was she figured it was time to close the deal and I suspected she was not going to take either no or maybe later for an answer. As I looked at her she seemed to be glowing  from the inside. You know the look brides get on that big day. Well she had it then and I was not brave enough to tell her no for any reason. One, she was too nice a kid, I really liked her. Two, it was clear that for whatever reason it was important to her and she wanted and needed it to happen and to happen now. Three, it would just crush her if I turned her down and the poor kid had had about all the hard knocks she needed. Four, four was the killer, I wanted to climb on top of her and fuck her silly and had wanted it since I saw her that day after the party. What kind of pervert was I to have the hots this bad for a kid? Back home I’d end up in jail for what had already happened let alone what I really wanted to have happen. 
    I thought all this in about sixteen seconds. I’m sure that those sixteen seconds lasted a lot longer for her but in the end I kissed her.  My kiss was also a promise of more to come as well as an answer to hers. We were in agreement. 
    I was pretty sure she was still virgin and after about five minutes I knew that somebody had explained the mechanics of sex and how it was done but had neglected to inform her about much more than having me climb on and stick it in. We had kissed and I was just beginning to explore her body when she spread her legs wide and tried to pull me into the saddle. Being eager is one thing but this was not due to her being so hot that she needed it right now. No, this was the result of her misunderstanding of what it was all about and of now two people went about pleasing each other. 
    I called a halt and managed to convince her that I would take charge and that all I wanted her to do was just follow my lead. She was confused and a little upset that I had turned her down but like a good girl she finally settled down and did as I wished. Things got better after that. While I’m not the world’s gift to women I’ve had my share and most of the comments I’ve gotten have been favorable ones. I’ve even had a couple of virgins in my time and both ended up as fine lovers so I was not on new ground here. I knew what was needed and I had to admit a tropical sand beach under a palm tree was a pretty fair spot to lose your cherry. 
    We spent some more time rubbing backs and I made sure she got a couple of glasses of wine down her. Some light kissing and gentle petting [there I just showed my age. Who in hell calls feeling a girl petting any more except us old farts?] kept the fires going but at a lower level. I had acquired a nice erection that she seemed fascinated with. I have a nice solid seven inches and for an old guy it responses very nicely and comes back into action sooner that most. When I first touched her pussy she thought it was time but she was dry and still had no real idea of what was coming. That would have to change. 
    Soon she got the idea that I liked just playing with her little slit and that it felt good to have me do it. Better already. Her little titties had swollen nipples by now and she discovered that being kissed other places than on the mouth was also pretty nice. The result of all this was when I started to trail kisses down her belly she just let me and seemed to find it quite nice as well. I went down the outside of her thigh and spent some time paying attention to her legs before working back up to my real target. That soft pussy was calling me and I had to respond. As I said she had a nice fat mound but mow her slit was no longer just a slit. She was excited enough that there were drops of dew on the edges and her inner lips were starting to engorge and force open the outer ones. She was responding as well. 
    She sat almost upright when my lips first touched her there but then she realized that it was what I wanted and also that it felt good. Back down she went and her legs went even wider and her knees came up in that universal signal of willing surrender. After a few minutes  of very basic pussy eating she was relaxed and enjoying it. Time to turn up the heat. I spread her lips and went after her little man in the boat. Her gasp of pleasure was a reward in itself. It was followed by many more and as I added new tricks she got even more vocal. She even had a small orgasm that caused her to go limp for a minute but as I kept  on working her puffy cunt she soon came back for more. 
    Then it was time. I slid up her body and as I kissed her I ever so gently slipped inside her. I stopped when I hit her still intact maidenhead and we spent quite a while like that. I was just nicely in her and was teasing her with short strokes and twitches with just the head in her. She got used to the idea of having me in there and started to like it. Of course the finger that was rubbing her nice shiny clit might have helped as well. I pulled almost all the way out and I lifted her ass to me as I rammed in and her cherry parted. The sudden burst of pain surprised her but the feeling of having me all the way inside of her made her forget it. I made slow gentle love to her and she soon figured out that it was fun for her too. In spite of all the stories you hear damn few virgins have an earth shattering orgasm for their first time. Men like to read stuff like that but it just doesn’t happen that way. Girls have to learn how to have orgasms and they start small. After some practice they work up to the “Big O” but there are a lot of little Os first. That’s how it was with Cara. I was slow and tender with her and when she started having a small climax I came with her. The first feel of a man’s jet striking the inside of a pussy always improves any orgasm. 
    We spent the rest of the day and most of the night making love and learning each other. She figured out that if I could use my mouth to pleasure her she should be able to return that favor. She had problems, I got teeth and she almost gagged but she kept trying and in the end she got the basics down. I showed her sixty nine but it was just too much at one time for her to handle. Later on we would work on that. We had lots of time. She had several more small orgasms and I had a few more too before we just fell asleep there on the beach. I decided I was already late so what the hell. I radioed in that I’d been caught in the storm and was holed up making repairs and that I would be along later, not to worry. I then declared a few day honeymoon for us. We had a ball and by the time we set sail I knew I had a good thing going. 
    Cara was a natural at sex. Her young body was a sex machine that was ready for pleasure anytime, any place, anyhow. Sometimes we would just share a quick kiss and then I would slip in for a few minutes of bliss and we would go on with what we were doing before. Other times we made a real project out of it and spent hours pleasing each other. As I had suspected she figured out oral sex soon enough but she had real problems with anal. But since she knew I wanted it she worked hard at it and while she never enjoyed it like she did everything else she got to where she took pleasure in pleasing me with it. I tried not to take advantage of her willingness to let me in the back door but she was just so nice and tight there I found it too inviting to pass up too often. 
    When we were near other people she was the perfect little servant. When we were alone she turned into a wanton little brown fucking machine. In the two years we were together she filled out but never got big anyplace. She still had small firm breasts and her ass was still a double handful. She did round out some and the angles softened with age and good food but she never got much fat on her anyplace. 
    We had good times, she became almost a wife to me. Her body was always warm and willing and she never failed to give her best at anything. She got to the point where she would climax several times when we made love and she loved to be eaten but always seemed worried that she was being selfish for just laying there while I pleasured her. After she learned enough English to allow us to hold real conversations it got even better. She now understood that I for great pleasure from giving her pleasure just as she did from pleasuring me. Life was good.  She was widely admired and from time to time there were offers made to me for her services. Offers I always turned down. I knew that one day I would have to entrust her another but I still had time and I wanted whomever ended up with her to be good to her. She was a prize and deserved to be well treated. She always surprised me.
    One day as she was cleaning an unused cabin she found a forgotten magazine. There were pictures of girls tied , chained, and being whipped. I had bought it some time ago since such things interested me somewhat. Well she found the damn thing, looked at the pictures and decided that if I was interested enough to have it around she should please me that way. When I returned to the boat that afternoon she had a collection of ropes, cords, scarves, and other odds and ends laid out in the forepeak compartment. She had even found places to tie loops in the overhead and around the sides of it. The magazine was open to a picture that showed a girl suspended from her wrists while a man screwed her. I tried to explain that while I did enjoy looking as such things I did not wish to inflect them on her. Her take was about the same as she look at butt fucking, if I liked it she should do it for me just because it gave me pleasure. She was willing to stand a little pain in order to please me. I gave up and for the rest on that evening she was tied, hung, slapped and whipped for my pleasure. Of course it all was pretty mild compared to what an experienced slave would have had done to her but when we finally did have sex it was fantastic. She came about a dozen times before I finally cooled her off with my final jets. Needless to say we included some light BDSM in our play more often. Unlike anal which she tolerated for me she grew to like being tied and spanked before sex. She did however want to be free for the fucking. Worked for me.
    Then our time was over. There was no way that I could take her back to the US when I sailed and I couldn’t stay there. I mentioned this to a friend and as it turned out he had a friend with a problem. This friend’s son was a very nice boy, very good family, soft spoken, gentle, kind , and very good looking. He also had a speech impediment that no girl seemed to want any part of. He was looking for a wife since he was at the age where he should be married. He even was at the start of a bright career. I was introduced to the friend and since he spoke English quite well I told him the whole story. I held nothing back. He wanted to meet Cara as soon as possible. The meeting went well and they had a long interview that went back and forth in their own language. When it was over we took her to meet the young man. She found him quite acceptable and he was enchanted with her. While it wasn’t really an arranged marriage it was the next best thing but such was a common way of doing things there.
    There was a bit of a hang up over her lack of a dowery but I was able to settle that very nicely. She had after all been working for me for over two years and I’d spent almost nothing on her besides food, a few clothes, and a few trinkets. She had a lot of back pay coming. More that enough to cover any possible dowery. That sealed the deal and the date was set. She returned to the boat to collect her things and to let us say our goodbyes. They took all night and were soft and loving. In the morning I took her to her new life. I did not look back as I left. 
    Several years later I got  letter from her and one from her husband. She included pictures of their children and her fervent thanks for giving her a new and wonderful life. His was shorter. He too thanked me for his wife but he went on to further thank me for teaching her to be such a good wife. They enjoyed all the things I had taught her and that she in turn had taught him. They both sent God’s blessings upon me and he included an offer that if I was ever to come to visit them I would be welcomed as a brother and as a lover. I wished it were possible but if I went I would be unable to ever leave her again. Once was hard enough.