chapter eight
The winds were favorable and they had smooth sailing for the rest of the day.
Martin returned above deck after a short nap. He was puzzled by his reaction to Samantha.
He's been with many women in his life, only one other ever made him lose control.
She was the woman he'd married. She knew he had a mistress, and allowed it so
long as he always visited her and his children first upon his return from a voyage.
They had been married only seven years and they had three children. His trips to
bring back cargo had gone well the last several years. His family was prospering,
he had money saved, invested. He'd not expected to find a woman that so fascinated
him again. He'd been content with the two he visited regularly when in port. His
other liaisons were only sex nothing more. But they had been fewer and fewer in
the last year. He found himself longing for the connection with his partner, it was
better when he cared for them, loved them. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but
he would to himself. He wrote a letter to Evette, his current mistress telling her
she was free to marry. He gave her is blessing. He wrote Celia his wife, telling her of
his love for her and the children. Promising to spend several weeks at home
once the voyage was finished.
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Martin paced the wheel deck, his last readings put them closer to Spain than he'd
realized. He'd have only a few days left with Samantha. He wished he could take her
on the voyage but it would be impossible to hide her in his cabin for so long a period
of time.
Samantha was back to her sewing now that the winds were good. She was almost
finished with a new jacket for her captain. The one Cero had wanted her to make.
It was cut perfectly to accent his build. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful
arms. The stitching and the design combined to look masculine and attractive.
She was very pleased with the results. She was humming softly as she worked looking
forward to being alone with him again that evening.
Martin knew he would have only a few more nights with Samantha. He was going to make
the most of that time. He pulled off his boots before opening the door to his cabin.
She was laying on her side, in bed waiting for him, she was wearing only her blouse, her long
legs curved bare for him to admire.
"Cara, you waited up for me." He leaned down to kiss her, one hand caressing her leg.
Her mouth opened to him at once, a hand lifting to touch his shoulder. Martin kissed
her deeply, then moved to start to undress.
"Captain allow me to assist you." Samantha moved off the bunk and reached up to take
his jacket. Martin shrugged out if, and waited for her next move.
"You're so tall, caro. so formidabile," she opened his shirt and stroked her hands over
this chest.
Martin sighed, and inhaled in enjoyment. Samantha pulled his shirt over his head, he had
to lean down for her to remove it. "I should make you a better covering, she patted his
codpiece. So you can be comfortable."
Martin groaned, and began to swell at once. " If you make on that fits it will only cause
difficulties when I go bargain with the merchants." he reminded her.
Samantha stroked both hands over his chest, "Um, I love your strength caro."
Martin closed his eyes and tried to maintain his posture as her hands caressed him.
Samantha wanted to give him pleasure this time, as much as he did her. Well almost.
She stroked, all of his upper body, until she reached his breeches now bulging with
his erection. The codpiece protruding so far from his groin it looked obscene.
She unfastened it, and his shaft rose up freed from it's confinement. Martin groaned
in relief, as his cock arched towards his waist stretching to it usual distended length.
Samantha pushed his breeches down and off, placing them with his other clothes.
Then she stroked her hands up his legs, all of him was powerful, his thighs more
so than other regions. She caressed each leg with one hand, drifting closer and closer
to his throbbing arousal. Until finally she grasped him, in one hand, a finger teasing
the bulb shaped tip, moving his foreskin back so she could make him quiver in need.
Martin groaned, his hips lifting as she fondled his cock, his eyes still closed.
"Lay down caro, let me pleasure you." She lay over him, once he was on his back.
she rubbed her groin over his hard arched cock, 'cosi grande, caro. you're madornale"
"Per favore cara, mount me."
" No, caro you will take me when it is time." But first she rocked against him, he was so
aroused she could have reached her own pleasure.
Martin couldn't wait any longer, he rolled her under him and mounted her in one quick
motion. Groaning deeply as he was surrounded by her heat and tightness. He thrust deeply,
already knowing exactly what she needed to reach climax. He used long deep stokes to
take her there, then continued thrusting faster, harder to achieve his own orgasm.
"Cara, let me hear your pleasure."
Samantha had gone quite, lost to the wonderful feelings he provided her. "Oh, caro, forte
forte, you make me crazy with need." she panted, wanting to have a second climax.
"Say my name cara, tell me what you like, what you want." he thrust longer, deeper.
"Martin, I want all of you, every lungo, forte porzione. Ahh, ..." She moaned.
he thrust still harder, faster.
She panted, under him, " Forte, forte caro, tutto, tutto."
Martin withdrew the entire hard distended length of his pene and rammed it back.
He repeated the motion a half dozen times then erupted, his body a tight knot of
pain and pleasure as he jerked repeatedly his orgasm reached at last.
"Mi dio, " He exclaimed as he reached explosion. His hips still pumping, his cock
still jerking deeply inside her. Martin dragged in lungs full of air, attempting to
recover.
"Cara, did I hurt you? I was so overcome with need." he asked, looking into her
face,. her eyes closed in bliss. Samantha shook her head, no. Martin kissed her between
the eyes then moved off of her. He lay on his back, still recovering from his incredible
experience.
" I'll never recover you have drained me dry cara." he told her, teasing.
"You'll never be empty caro, you're huge like a bull," she patted his ample testes.
"Careful, sweet or you will be under me again in only a few minutes." he warned her.
"Let me enjoy the first time, then you can start again." she inhaled deeply, and sighed.
Martin was nearly recovered, his breathing back to normal. He moved in the bed,
finding the most comfortable spot. Samantha watching him, always admiring his body.
"Have you ever not been able to mount one of your ladies?"
"No, but I've never have chosen one as young as you before. I was worried, we would not
fit well together." he lifted her small hand to his lips and kissed it.
"You've not had a virgin then?'
"Only my wife, and I'm still no sure she was. There was blood, but only a small amount"
Not that he cared. He knew the children were his, they all looked like him. He told Celia
she could take a lover if she made sure not to have his babies. He didn't expect her to
go with out sex all the time he was gone. He suggested a workman that lived in the village.
Aldo was young and strong. He was rumored to be well endowed as well. Aldo wasn't the
most handsome of men, but Martin hadn't been until his thirties. Celia had told him no
other man would satisfy her now. He'd dropped the subject.
"So you were worried you'd be so madornale you wouldn't fit?" she giggled.
"Only for a moment cara." Martin laced his hands behind his head, and sighed, he was
sure he was going to need more attention before they went to sleep so he was relaxing now.
The winds were favorable and they had smooth sailing for the rest of the day.
Martin returned above deck after a short nap. He was puzzled by his reaction to Samantha.
He's been with many women in his life, only one other ever made him lose control.
She was the woman he'd married. She knew he had a mistress, and allowed it so
long as he always visited her and his children first upon his return from a voyage.
They had been married only seven years and they had three children. His trips to
bring back cargo had gone well the last several years. His family was prospering,
he had money saved, invested. He'd not expected to find a woman that so fascinated
him again. He'd been content with the two he visited regularly when in port. His
other liaisons were only sex nothing more. But they had been fewer and fewer in
the last year. He found himself longing for the connection with his partner, it was
better when he cared for them, loved them. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but
he would to himself. He wrote a letter to Evette, his current mistress telling her
she was free to marry. He gave her is blessing. He wrote Celia his wife, telling her of
his love for her and the children. Promising to spend several weeks at home
once the voyage was finished.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Martin paced the wheel deck, his last readings put them closer to Spain than he'd
realized. He'd have only a few days left with Samantha. He wished he could take her
on the voyage but it would be impossible to hide her in his cabin for so long a period
of time.
Samantha was back to her sewing now that the winds were good. She was almost
finished with a new jacket for her captain. The one Cero had wanted her to make.
It was cut perfectly to accent his build. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful
arms. The stitching and the design combined to look masculine and attractive.
She was very pleased with the results. She was humming softly as she worked looking
forward to being alone with him again that evening.
Martin knew he would have only a few more nights with Samantha. He was going to make
the most of that time. He pulled off his boots before opening the door to his cabin.
She was laying on her side, in bed waiting for him, she was wearing only her blouse, her long
legs curved bare for him to admire.
"Cara, you waited up for me." He leaned down to kiss her, one hand caressing her leg.
Her mouth opened to him at once, a hand lifting to touch his shoulder. Martin kissed
her deeply, then moved to start to undress.
"Captain allow me to assist you." Samantha moved off the bunk and reached up to take
his jacket. Martin shrugged out if, and waited for her next move.
"You're so tall, caro. so formidabile," she opened his shirt and stroked her hands over
this chest.
Martin sighed, and inhaled in enjoyment. Samantha pulled his shirt over his head, he had
to lean down for her to remove it. "I should make you a better covering, she patted his
codpiece. So you can be comfortable."
Martin groaned, and began to swell at once. " If you make on that fits it will only cause
difficulties when I go bargain with the merchants." he reminded her.
Samantha stroked both hands over his chest, "Um, I love your strength caro."
Martin closed his eyes and tried to maintain his posture as her hands caressed him.
Samantha wanted to give him pleasure this time, as much as he did her. Well almost.
She stroked, all of his upper body, until she reached his breeches now bulging with
his erection. The codpiece protruding so far from his groin it looked obscene.
She unfastened it, and his shaft rose up freed from it's confinement. Martin groaned
in relief, as his cock arched towards his waist stretching to it usual distended length.
Samantha pushed his breeches down and off, placing them with his other clothes.
Then she stroked her hands up his legs, all of him was powerful, his thighs more
so than other regions. She caressed each leg with one hand, drifting closer and closer
to his throbbing arousal. Until finally she grasped him, in one hand, a finger teasing
the bulb shaped tip, moving his foreskin back so she could make him quiver in need.
Martin groaned, his hips lifting as she fondled his cock, his eyes still closed.
"Lay down caro, let me pleasure you." She lay over him, once he was on his back.
she rubbed her groin over his hard arched cock, 'cosi grande, caro. you're madornale"
"Per favore cara, mount me."
" No, caro you will take me when it is time." But first she rocked against him, he was so
aroused she could have reached her own pleasure.
Martin couldn't wait any longer, he rolled her under him and mounted her in one quick
motion. Groaning deeply as he was surrounded by her heat and tightness. He thrust deeply,
already knowing exactly what she needed to reach climax. He used long deep stokes to
take her there, then continued thrusting faster, harder to achieve his own orgasm.
"Cara, let me hear your pleasure."
Samantha had gone quite, lost to the wonderful feelings he provided her. "Oh, caro, forte
forte, you make me crazy with need." she panted, wanting to have a second climax.
"Say my name cara, tell me what you like, what you want." he thrust longer, deeper.
"Martin, I want all of you, every lungo, forte porzione. Ahh, ..." She moaned.
he thrust still harder, faster.
She panted, under him, " Forte, forte caro, tutto, tutto."
Martin withdrew the entire hard distended length of his pene and rammed it back.
He repeated the motion a half dozen times then erupted, his body a tight knot of
pain and pleasure as he jerked repeatedly his orgasm reached at last.
"Mi dio, " He exclaimed as he reached explosion. His hips still pumping, his cock
still jerking deeply inside her. Martin dragged in lungs full of air, attempting to
recover.
"Cara, did I hurt you? I was so overcome with need." he asked, looking into her
face,. her eyes closed in bliss. Samantha shook her head, no. Martin kissed her between
the eyes then moved off of her. He lay on his back, still recovering from his incredible
experience.
" I'll never recover you have drained me dry cara." he told her, teasing.
"You'll never be empty caro, you're huge like a bull," she patted his ample testes.
"Careful, sweet or you will be under me again in only a few minutes." he warned her.
"Let me enjoy the first time, then you can start again." she inhaled deeply, and sighed.
Martin was nearly recovered, his breathing back to normal. He moved in the bed,
finding the most comfortable spot. Samantha watching him, always admiring his body.
"Have you ever not been able to mount one of your ladies?"
"No, but I've never have chosen one as young as you before. I was worried, we would not
fit well together." he lifted her small hand to his lips and kissed it.
"You've not had a virgin then?'
"Only my wife, and I'm still no sure she was. There was blood, but only a small amount"
Not that he cared. He knew the children were his, they all looked like him. He told Celia
she could take a lover if she made sure not to have his babies. He didn't expect her to
go with out sex all the time he was gone. He suggested a workman that lived in the village.
Aldo was young and strong. He was rumored to be well endowed as well. Aldo wasn't the
most handsome of men, but Martin hadn't been until his thirties. Celia had told him no
other man would satisfy her now. He'd dropped the subject.
"So you were worried you'd be so madornale you wouldn't fit?" she giggled.
"Only for a moment cara." Martin laced his hands behind his head, and sighed, he was
sure he was going to need more attention before they went to sleep so he was relaxing now.