My sailboat, ‘Comfortably Numb’, is my (early) retirement home. I'm based in the South Eastern Aegean Sea. I alternate between Greek Islands and the Turkish coast. Each has it's good points. The southwest Turkish coast is crenelated with bays and fjords. The landscape is beautiful with mountains that flow into the sea. The Greek southeast Aegean Islands, called the Dodecanese, meaning twelve, are generally rocky and dry, but the villages are terminally cute with white houses flowing down hillsides around town harbors. All the Aegean islands but one, in the north, belong to Greece. The people are wonderful in both countries.

I'm currently single. It wasn't by choice, but I'm getting used to it. Of course, being alone makes for boring cruising, so I always travel in company with other boats. I've been here for the last ten years, so I've made some friends. Occasionally I get lucky and manage to get some crew. Sometimes I get lucky with the crew. Not often, but it happens. I'm over six feet tall, not overweight. I don't lift weights, but I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in. Women tell me I'm not bad looking. I'm no sexual athlete, nor do I sport a twelve inch dick, but I'm pretty good in bed - I've been told.

Recently I was cruising in company with another 'real' American boat - there are thousands of boats in the southeast Aegean with US flags owned by Turks that set up a Delaware corporation to avoid paying taxes in their native country. We had tied up on the island of Tilos, not far from the big island of Rhodes. Tilos has a tiny harbor with room for about ten boats. If you are lucky, you can find a space. The anchorage outside the harbor along the beach is great during the day, but at night when the wind drops, you sit parallel to the beach with the waves sideways and the rocking is enough to drive you crazy. You can put out two anchors, but that usually doesn't work - or hasn't for me, anyway.

Tilos has almost nothing. No night life, no discos, just small quaint hotels along the beach. You can rent a car or a moped and tour the island, but it's definitely a place for people that are looking for relaxation rather than excitement. There is a wonderful ice cream shop along the beach. After some time in Turkey, where the local ice cream has mastic, a gooey substance that I find positively revolting, it's good to be in a country where you can get decent ice cream. It is, after all, a basic food group.

My friends on the other boat had decided to take a nap and, as I'm not old enough for afternoon siestas, I used my time productively to get an ice cream fix. There were only two other customers at the ice cream shop, a couple that I guessed to be British (a better than fifty-fifty bet here) who appeared to have finished with whatever they had had. I had settled into one of the comfortable deep chairs and turned my tablet on to see if the promised Wi-Fi still existed. An opportunity to check the weather forecast, email and to see how Wimbledon was going.

"What can I get for you?" said a soft female voice with a wonderful Greek accent.

Greece will not be the country I return to in my next life for a woman. I know you can't generalize, but I had yet to see a Greek woman over about the age of thirty that I would consider beautiful. Fortunately, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I looked up and beheld beauty. I sort of startled. Waiting to take my order was a statuesque black haired woman of maybe twenty-five. She had short shorts on and seemed to have endless legs. I hate fuck-me shoes (apparently unlike most men) and she had Roman sandals on with straps that went around her ankles. Other than hating fuck-me shoes, I have no feeling either way for shoes in general; shoes are shoes. Except for Roman sandals. Maybe when I was sixteen years old a teenager in Roman sandals played with my willy and now that I am able to actually get a hard-on, Roman sandals are a trigger. In any case, she had big dark eyes that I just wanted to stare into. Her wide mouth held a big smile. She looked at me and repeated:

"Are you ready to order?"

I swallowed, and she could clearly see that she had made an impression, but I suspected that that was pretty much how men always reacted to her.

"Can I have a bowl with one scoop of pistachio and two of your delicious vanilla parfait?" I asked.

"So you've been here before?" she opted.

"At least a couple of times a year, but I don't remember you," I said, adding sheepishly, "and I would have remembered." That was pretty lame, Fred, I thought.

"Thanks for the compliment - it was a compliment, right?" she asked.

"Oh, it was definitely a compliment, but excuse me for being an idiot."

"Every girl likes a compliment. I'll get your ice cream.” She walked away.

Soo-ah-vey, I thought. How to impress a girl. She came back right away with a small slip of paper with the Wi-Fi code.

"I think you'll want that?" she asked.

"Is it working today?"

"It was earlier. Maybe still okay if government hasn't gone bankrupt since," she laughed.

I loved the Greek-accented English.

"Where did you learn to speak English so well?"

"I lived in the UK for a year," she replied, "au pere."

"Cool. So how come you're here?"

"This shop was my parents' but they decided to move back to Athens this past winter. I had been in Athens hoping for work, but no jobs, you know. So I take over the shop."

"What do you think about living here?"

"I grew up here, so I know the island, but it's not a great place for a single girl."

"I can understand that; so, what will you do?"

"I don't know yet. I have a brother who is five years younger than I am. He is in school in Thessalonika, but he may come back and run the shop, I don't know. This is a nice island if you are settled, but not if you are looking for something to do. I'll be right back."

The guy behind the counter had called her, my dish was ready. She returned with my ice cream and a small bottle of water. You always get water. It's hot, and dehydration is an issue.

"Have a seat if you have time," I said.

"I'll be back."

She came back two minutes later with a small cup of coffee and sat down. When I first laid eyes on her, I had had a lust attack. I didn't tell you that she had large breasts and, like many Greek women, insisted on displaying them as much as possible by wearing a low-cut top with a push-up bra. In any case, I do belong to that category of men for whom breasts are a big deal. The hard part is to look the person in the eye, not in the breasts.

"I'm Fred," I said.

"Georgina," she replied extending her hand. I said hi and we shook hands. She had a firm grip.

While bimbos (wearing fuck-me shoes) may cause an instant hard on, I have trouble keeping it up if the girl has no substance. Georgina was a woman of substance and, I sensed, passion. Passion is good.

I had my boat built new, but after five years I planned on making some major changes and, not being Daddy Big Bucks, I elicited the help of friends to do work. I had t-shirts printed with the name and line drawing of 'Comfortably Numb'. Volunteers got t-shirts, lunch and beer afterward. The beer might have been a stretch. Never offer cruisers free beer. Skinny gals and guys can get thirsty.

I was wearing one of the t-shirts

"You're on that aluminium boat that came in today, aren't you? I recognize the picture on your shirt. She's a French-built Garcia isn't she?"

I stared at her in disbelief. "Will you marry me?" I replied.

She looked at me strangely; people do that often, sort of 'whaaa...?'

"Sorry, it's a joke. I am just astounded that you know this boat. It's not like the seas are crawling with them."

"Nice boat, I know why the seas are not crawling with them," she said. It was a very expensive midlife crisis that left me with much less cash than I should have at my age, but I don't mind eating spaghetti every night if I can be on a boat that's as close to perfection as I know.

"My older brother is a marine surveyor. He loves alu boats. I know them all. I can take tomorrow off. The weather is supposed to be nice. Take me out on your boat for the day, I'll make sure you keep your space in the harbor. I'll bring lunch and I know a great place where we can have it." she said.

"Best offer I've had today," I said. All year, no doubt, I thought.

The following morning Georgina appeared as agreed. She had gotten her neighbor to take my place with his fishing boat until we returned. I love resourceful people, especially when they come in such awesome packages. Georgina was wearing very short shorts and a little top that came just below her breasts. She carried a lunch basket and a bag with her beach stuff, I assumed.

I started the engine and we cast off. The fishing boat moved in immediately. My friends had planned on staying another two days and then going north to the next island, Nissiros, with its active volcano. I was ready to stay here a while if duty or opportunity called.

The plan was to sail around the island. Georgina said she knew a little cove that, with my shallow draft - my boat has a centerboard - we could anchor in, and that's only accessible by water, where we would have privacy.

I don't get laid very often, unfortunately, and when the opportunity seems to lurk around the corner, I tend to get pretty worked up. Once we were out of the harbor, Georgina helped me put away the fenders and dock lines. Woman that know about boats are few and far between. I put the sails up and let the auto pilot take over in the light breeze. Georgina suggested setting the auto pilot in wind mode, as the wind tended to shift a bit as we rounded the island, but to have no fear as it was always off the land. What a woman, I thought. Georgina had taken off her shorts, revealing a bikini bottom that hardly hid her firm, round, but small ass.

"Now you," she said.

"Now me what?"

"Take your shorts off."

"I'm not wearing anything underneath," I said.

"Now is that my problem? Really! Okay, I'll give you incentive," she said, removing her shirt and the bikini top.

"Now it IS your turn," she added, lifting her breasts with her hands as to show them.

There was no need, I was was paying attention.

I'm not shy by nature. A small boat is no place to be modest.

"Did I mention yet that you have an awesome body?" I asked her.

"You did not, but you may do so now."

"I'll let my friend talk for me," I said, pulling down my shorts and causing my hard-on to pop out.

"Ouuu," she said, "he does have a thing for me. Nice... uh... cock you have there!"

She reached over and grabbed my pole and gave it a little squeeze.

"Nice and firm, too. We will have to test it, no?" she gave me a wide grin.

"You are adorable. We will definitely have to test it. Maybe retest to be sure." I gently pulled her to me and held her. I kissed her neck, she smelled of some sort of flower. It was intoxicating. I moved my head down and kissed her nipples. They were quite large and long. I love big nipples. I sucked them lightly, alternating between the two, and they seemed to keep growing.

"Suck a little harder, Fred, don't be shy. My nipples love attention."

No additional invitation needed, I set to work. Meanwhile my erection was so hard it almost hurt.

I continued to suck her nipples, taking as much of her breasts into my mouth as I could. She moaned softly. I pulled away and undid the side string that held her bikini bottom. Her pussy was clean shaven - I didn't think they did that here. I'm partial to bald pussy, I love seeing exactly what's for lunch. I pushed her down onto the settee and spread her legs. She had big labia lips that protruded more than a centimeter. I gently took each of the lips in my mouth an licked and rolled them around. She continued to moan.

I popped my head up occasionally to ensure that we were alone - the Coast Guard would not approve the man on watch to be occupied this way. Her pussy lips got a little larger it seemed, though it was probably just my imagination. I finally spread them carefully to expose her whitish little button. Actually it wasn't so little. I licked it and she gasped. I put my mouth on it and gently worked it's smooth surface. She began to move and to breathe rapidly.

"Put your fingers in my pussy and lick my clit, Fred," she moaned.

I inserted two fingers, and they slid in with no resistance, she was sopping wet.

"Good, lovely Georgina?"

"Wonderful, sweet Fred."

After a few minutes I wet my other index finger and reached behind her and put it on her butt-hole. I didn't move or push, just touched to get a reaction. She spread her legs and gasped. I took that as an invitation and gently pushed my index finger into her other little hole and slid it in and out slowly and moved it around.

"Aghh... I can't take this much longer, I have to cum, I have to cum."

"I want you to cum Georgina. Hold it and then explode. I want to taste your sweet juices, your nectar. Cum for me."

She was bucking, I tried to stay with her. She called my name, said things in Greek, then shrieked and shrieked. Suddenly she collapsed.

"Wow," she said, "you are a bad, bad boy."

I was licking her very wet pussy. Her cum was dripping onto my cockpit cushions. Washable. Her arms were spread out, her legs as wide open as the space permitted. She had a huge smile on her face. She pulled my face up to her face and held me. We kissed passionately and our tongues did a little dance. Then she reached down and held my cock.

"The poor thing, it's got to be hurting," she laughed, "I think it's time for some relief."

She rolled me onto my back and spread my legs. She grabbed my cock, pushed it toward my body and very carefully took each of my balls into her mouth.

"These are pretty big balls, Fred - a bit of cum for me?"

I nodded and grunted.

"How about I suck that big purple head a little and see what happens," she liked to talk dirty. I love it when women talk dirty, it's a lost art.

I said, "I love it when you talk dirty. Suck my dick, but I want to cum inside that delicious pussy of yours. I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now."

The wind had just about died and we were drifting very slowly away from the island into safe open water. I figured that we could always motor back. Georgina's pussy - actually, my hard-on - couldn't wait! 

"You'll shoot your hot sperm into my pussy in time. But you have to wait, hold it for a bit. Maybe I torture you for a while. When you come it will be a volcano.”

She continued to flick her tongue over the back of my dick along the end. It was excruciating. I could feel my cock tightening. She squeezed the base hard and that diminished the need to cum. Then she repeated the head licking. Suddenly she took almost my entire dick into her mouth opening her throat. I gasped; her throat was hot and she moved her tongue. She took my dick out of her mouth and ran her finger along the channel on the bottom, forcing a few drops of pre-cum out.

"Look, Fred, your dick is beginning to drip. Ooou, I can't wait to feel you shoot your juice in my pussy. Are you getting there yet?"

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!"

"And fuck me you will, but we're still getting you warmed up, I think." She moved her mouth up my chest while holding my dick in her hand and moving ever so slightly.

When she came to my nipples she started to suck them and bite them. Not too many women do that. I don't know if that works for most guys, but it does for me. I groaned. She squeezed the base of my cock again, suppressing my immediate needs.

"What about your little butt-hole? You got mine, can I do yours?"

I nodded. I was half delirious with desire at this point. She moved her other hand to my butt and started to feel around. She pressed up and I startled.

"No, never mind, we'll save that for this afternoon, I don't think you need more stimulation now. I want you to fuck me hard and we will both cum together. But this will help both of us be totally ready. So sit up and watch.”

She put a couple of fingers in her twat and massaged her clit with the other hand.

"Sit opposite me, straddle me and suck on my nipples and keep your cock ready for action."

That was a bit much for the very horny person that I was. The cock needed no stimulation. She moaned a bit and after no more than a minute, reclined and said,

"Put that beautiful dick in my pussy. Make me scream. Fill me up with your cum."

I slid over her, rammed my dick into her very swollen love canal. She screamed. Then she said, "Move, Fred. Slide in and out. Pound. Hard. Hold my ass and pull. Feel my tits against your chest."

She kept on saying things that just inflamed me more. I hoped that she would not last long because I would have to set my mind to very dark things to avoid cumming. She didn't disappoint. She was a very vocal woman, her climax was predictable. She started to moan, then she got louder and soon she grabbed my back, scratched and bucked her pelvis.

"Fuck me, Fred, fuck me hard. I love your dick. Faster, faster. Cum now, cum, I'm cumming...ohhh..ohhh..." and then she really screamed. Screaming women under or over me pretty much guarantee an end any self control I might have had. I felt the heat in my crotch. Cumming at the last minute, but then hard, and with all there is for just a few moments is the most pleasure for me. Not dripping cum for a minute, but shooting it for five seconds. My cock contracted, and just as that happened she grabbed my balls and squeezed, not hard, but hard enough to intensify the moment. I screamed and groaned and told her what a wonderful lover she was. I collapsed on top of her.

She whispered "We're okay, no boats around us".

"Pretty good, no?" she said.

"You are absolutely great," I said.

"And we haven't even had lunch yet. Good that I'm the boss so I can take time off when I want. And my mom is not here to stop you. You evil man. And on top of all that, this is Greece where we know how to put work into perspective."

I couldn't resist playing with her breasts, they were large, but firm, not droopy. Her big nipples were now soft and wide. I kissed each.

She flicked my totally flaccid cock.

"No life there, must be time to sail."

"Young lady," I said, "don't even think that you will get away with only one session with your love doctor."

"Love doctor? Really?" she said.

"And I've never been to doctor school."

"Nice try, Fred. George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers."

"You are the perfect woman. I've only known you for a few hours and I know you are more desirable than almost all the women I've met."

"Almost?"

"Well, Claudia Schiffer is hard to beat."

"In your dreams, Captain Fred. She's never given you a blow job. She probably doesn't do blow jobs, messes up her hair. My tits are much better than hers and she has three kids, probably not so tight any more. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!"

"Where did you learn to talk like that? No, let me guess; your brother?"

"That's right my bro, the surveyor. He done been to America and he done know how to talk good American," she broke out laughing.

We had lunch in Georgina's secret cove alone. We made love in positions I didn't know were achievable by someone of my advanced years... lol! I wish I had a mate like Georgina, but girls like her only come into your life for an instant if you are very, very lucky. Then they disappear, but the memory gets better as time passes. She may still be there when I go to Tilos next, maybe we'll have another torrid encounter. I sure hope so, but I'm not what she wants in the long run. We're each other's exotic desert; she needs a main course, rules, order. She'll marry a local Greek, they'll have two nice children and live a thoroughly boring, but for them, happy life. There's a big spot in my heart that will always belong to sweet Georgina.