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Comfortably Numb Adventures: And This Was Just Day One
Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: captainfred, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
I have lived in California most of my life. Now I live on my sailboat in Greece and Turkey. It’s 44 feet, strong aluminum hull. I had it custom built as a sort of midlife crisis before I stopped working 10 years ago. After a life of boardroom meetings, lots of frequent-flier miles and high blood pressure, I sold the house, trashed the suits and moved onto the boat that I named “Comfortably Numb”. For those of you from another planet, it’s the name of a Pink Floyd number from ‘The Wall’ that features some awesome guitar work by David Gilmour and references to recreational drugs. I figured that in the US I’d be stopped daily by overeager Coasties picking up on the insinuation. In the Aegean, I’m safe: first nobody knows what it means and when they do, there’s no connection. The Coast Guard here spend most of their time intercepting floating contraptions of varying degrees of seaworthiness carrying somber men who have given their life savings and more to a smuggler to bring them into the EU. In the 10 years that I’ve been here, I’ve never been stopped and asked for my papers. I’m just happy to sail from one safe harbor to another and hang out with other social pariahs called cruisers. The day consists of sleeping late, maybe going into town to do some shopping. The nice thing about a boat is that there just a finite amount of room, so you don’t tend to shop for things , just food and, especially, drink. Boat chores get done in the morning before it gets hot. After lunch, some ... reading, maybe writing, going for a swim. The downside is that, unless there’s a female crew, the physical aspect of this cruising life is pretty sad. Some of my fellow sailors shop for crew on the Internet and some have found great first mates. But the women are inevitably either looking for an escape from some third world quagmire or for a Daddy Big Bucks to tap. You often see expensive yachts skippered by men older than I am with gorgeous young babes that are not their grand daughters. You do become exponentially more desirable as your bank balance increases. Sigh, life can be so cruel. Little did I know that the serious deficit in my sexual gratification account was about to get a huge infusion. I have family in France that I try to visit at least once a year. I have no brothers or sisters. Two cousins in the US and two in France are all there is. My French cousins each have two children, a girl and a boy each. The cousin that I stay with has a 28-year old son and a daughter that just turned 21. I have watched the kids grow up and been part of each going through the hormonal attacks associated with pubescence. The French tend to be pretty liberal and her parents had told Claire, the daughter, that they assumed she would be having sex, but that she should not ruin her life by getting pregnant before she was settled. Claire had had a boyfriend when she was 19 who would sleep with her at both parents’ houses. A degree of pragmatism that was sure not the norm in the US when I ...