Chapter 1: Tacking
"Ready about."
Carla looked up anxiously at the jib as Peter gently steered the yacht through the wind.
"When it starts luffing."
Confused, Carla looked at Peter.
"When the sail starts shaking."
Carla looked back up at the jib sail. She saw it start to flutter in the wind.
"Now?"
"Now! Watch the boom."
Carla released the working jib sheet and moved under the swinging boom to the other side of the deck to pull on the lazy jib sheet. She wound it round the winch and then used the winch handle to pull it tight.
She looked up at the jib sail and saw that it was taut and filled with wind. She turned to look proudly at Peter where he was stood at the helm of the Lady Bronwen.
"Nice work, baby."
Carla smiled broadly, excited that she'd finally managed to tack without messing something up.
"What now, Captain Barlow?"
"We've got a good steady wind so you relax for a bit, love."
Sitting on the high side of the yacht, Carla leaned back into the air, exhilarated by the feeling of the wind in her hair. She looked at Peter behind the wheel and smiled; he'd been so much happier, so much more at peace since they'd left Weatherfield.
Carla had an idea.
She climbed down from her seat and knelt down in front of Peter.
"What are you -?"
"Shhh..."
Carla reached for the button of Peter's trousers and swiftly undid it before sliding the zip down. She pushed the trousers, along with the boxers Peter was wearing underneath, over his hips, down his legs and left them slouched around his ankles.
She grinned cheekily up at Peter as she took his cock in her hands and immediately felt it twitch to life.
She gently glided her hand from the tip of his cock down to the base before releasing and repeating the action - tip to base - until he was hard and fully erect.
Leaning forward, Carla placed a series of light kisses along Peter's upper thigh; she ran her tongue over his skin, licking and sucking her way gradually towards where his balls hung.
Carla used her tongue to gently tickle his balls before she placed them in her mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them, her tongue encircled them, pressed down on them.
Replacing her mouth with her hands, Carla tugged on his balls, while she reached back with her middle finger to stroke his perineum, back and forth. The combined movement caused Peter to moan loudly; but the sound was whipped away by the wind as soon as it had left his mouth.
With one hand still cupped around his balls, Carla moved the other hand and wrapped it around the base of Peter's cock. With a firm grip, Carla moved her hand up and down Peter's shaft in a steady rhythm. The tip of his cock she left to her tongue; she licked the tip, she swirled her tongue around the tip in a circular motion, massaging this most sensitive part of Peter's penis; then she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked as she let it slowly slip out of her mouth.
Carla reached her hands around his body and fondled his arse cheeks as she took his cock deep in her mouth, as deep as she could. She made swallowing motions against the tip of his cock while she moved the back of her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. An involuntary shudder swept down Peter's body; a loud groan that sounded like it had been ripped from his very depths flew from his mouth.
Carla looked up at Peter and smiled; a sexy, wicked smile. Peter looked back down at her, his whole body thrilling at the sight of his cock deep inside the mouth of the woman he adored.
Carla slowly allowed Peter to slide out of her mouth; she kissed the tip of his penis, she licked it, sucked gently on it.
Taking his cock back inside her mouth again, she wrapped her lips around his girth and, with a firm pressure, began to move her head back and forth in a slow and steady rhythm.
Her hands roamed freely over his arse, down the back of his thighs; every now and then she allowed her nails to glide over and dig into his skin.
Carla moaned gently as Peter's cock moved in and out of her mouth; the thrumming this caused was ecstasy to Peter.
Carla worked Peter's cock in and out of her mouth, in and out, her tongue gliding along the shaft, her fingers stroking his arse and forward to his perineum, until she could sense he was about to cum.
But she wasn't finished with him yet.
Carla pulled Peter's dick out of her mouth; she stroked his shaft with one hand while she gently sucked on his balls, one by one.
Focusing again on Peter's cock, she flattened her tongue and licked the bottom of his shaft from base to tip. She looked up at him again; the look on his face told him everything she needed to know. Carla repeated the licking action, ending with a quick tongue flicker on the tip of his dick.
As her right hand gripped the base of his cock and her left hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls, Carla proceeded to take his penis into her mouth again, moving her head in time so his cock slid in and out of her tight hot wetness.
Carla built up to a steady rhythm of sucking and gliding and licking and sucking and gliding. Peter began to match Carla's movements by thrusting his hips towards her, forcing his cock to slam into the back of her throat again and again.
Building up speed and intensity as they moved as one into and out of each other, Carla could again sense that Peter was about to blow his load. So she sucked harder, her tongue danced around his cock with greater energy, her fingers penetrated deeper.
The moment before Peter climaxed, Carla tugged on his balls. Semen shot out of his penis; his warm sticky juices filled Carla's mouth. She sucked his cock gently a few more times before she released him from her mouth. Allowing his cum to dribble from her mouth, she licked the head of his penis lightly and sucked the final drops from his tip; she kissed it gently, looking up to meet his gaze as she did.
Carla rose to her feet and kissed him on the lips; a soft, wet, open kiss. Peter kept one hand on the wheel while the other he snaked around Carla's body and rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer into him.
Carla pushed her tongue into Peter's mouth, while Peter's tongue licked Carla's lips, still dripping with his own cum.
Carla wrapped her arms around Peter's waist and rested her head on his shoulder. Peter reached his arm around Carla's shoulders, holding her tight.
Together they looked out on the open water they were sailing into on this great adventure.
