Chapter 1 - Plans

 

"Hi Bill, glad you could make it," I said as my old friend and partner approached me.

"I still think you are stupid taking on this bet, there isn't enough storage in the vessel to take you across the Atlantic, and you will have to cross the Atlantic if you are going to sail around the world," he said angrily, yet with compassion.

It all started when as marine engineers, I tried a new fabric skin, based on a molecular growth, with air pockets similar to bubble wrap making the boat unsinkable.

I was happy with the concept, and tried it out on a model in a test tank. It survived hurricane force winds, and equivalent to twenty foot waves. So I built a larger boat, a yacht, small but now an ocean going yacht, and with all the safety features as required by marine law, but there wasn't as much room for storage as I had hoped. It was a design flaw, and I would correct it when we went into production, but before we could start production, I had gone to the pub and got into a discussion with a competitor.

I had bragged, which I shouldn't have done, we were safe, in that we had the design patent etcetera, but during the discussion I had bet them that I could sail around the world in it, and the competitors had taken me up. I couldn't back out, even though I knew the boat I had built was too small for the storage for such a voyage, but you know what alcohol and pride does to, the brain.

We were good friends it was just an alcohol induced bet, the boat was capable, but the storage was far too small, for such a trip.

So here I was, ready to sail off into the sunset in a yacht that was supposed to be for two people, with storage for an Atlantic crossing, but was just big enough for one, me, and barely enough food storage for just one person.

I designed it as a life boat, and the fault lay in the fact that the builder had taken the internal measurement from the outer skin, and not the actual inside of the inner skin, plus making it a sailing boat had taken up more room. It was intentionally small to show that size was not important, the safety features were, and to scale it up to a twenty foot life boat would change nothing, except more room for stricken passengers.

"So you leave Falmouth, to Lisbon, plenty of food for that trip, then on to Jo-burg, that will be difficult, you will need to ration your food quite a bit, then on to India, and then Australia, where again tight food supplies, across the Pacific to Peru, with starvation rations. Don't look at me like that Jim, you know I am right. Let me change the next port of call to Hawaii. You're not racing, you are trying to prove a ridiculous point, win a bet, for god's sake, and even so, the trip from there to San Francisco, you are only on two meals a day, if that?

This is insane, the boat is safe enough, but you will not be able to carry enough food," Bill said as we discussed the route and expressing his concerns

"No Bill, it has to be as I said it was going to be. They are untrustworthy enough without giving them any excuses; remember the land deal, where they bought the loan, to stop us from buying the land?" I asked him.

"Yes, but it jumped up and bit them, when the tenant didn't pay, and they lost the money," he said, adding," OK, now across the Atlantic, again two meals a day, hopefully, back to Lisbon and home, you're looking at six months. I can manage whilst you are away, but I am worried about you, especially with these pirates in the Indian Ocean."

"I am too small for them to be bothered with me," I said, but it was one of the worries I did have, more bravado, when will I learn.

Bill was a dam good salesman, with a background in marine engineering; I was the geek who had degrees in marine engineering, and design, with a love of the sea and sailing. The mishap had occurred when the builder had miss read a measurement. A simple mistake and normally easy to remedy, but by the time I had been to check on the boat, it was too late.

We had set up our company two years ago, and were just about making money, if I could prove my design, then, there was a lucrative contract up for grabs.

The bet, oh that, well both companies were bidding for a contract to supply life boats for a shipping firm's new super tanker. At the moment with my new invention we were in the lead, and about to sign the deal, but the other firm had just undercut us, on price. On a business level we were both very competitive, and used every trick in the book to get deals, that is business, but on a private level, we were close friends, and this was not the first bet we had made, again in alcohol induced fun.

They also built good life boats, so it all boiled down to whether or not the shipping company wanted a lower price, or in this case, a better life boat.

The bet was that if I made it, we got the contract, they would pull out, if I failed, and had to give up, then they got the contract, we would withdraw our bid. All I had to do was reach South Africa, round Cape Horn, completing the whole trip would take too long, delivery was to take place in just four months, so we agreed on half the voyage, for the bet, but I was determined to complete the whole voyage, to prove the point, hence my ego.

The pre-voyage party that Bill insisted on, I said that it was not to be the night before, the last thing I wanted was a stinking hangover as I set sail, so we agreed on the night two nights before I set sail.

Bill is married to a wonderful woman, but he enjoys the chase, and is not totally faithful, not with a mistress, but one night stands, and is not averse to using a prostitute, when desperate shall we say.

I think Caroline knows, but ignores it, he does not neglect her, and they have two children, she seems contented.

Bill collected me from my hotel, and it was to be like a bachelor party, I had no idea what he had planned, but had a sneaking suspicion it would include females, I knew him too well.

First it was dinner and two bottles of wine to relax our inhibitions, more mine, he didn't have any.

Then a club, a female took the stage, and began to dance, then she removed her top, not that it hid much, then her skirt now she danced in bra, suspenders, stockings, and G string, if you could call it that my printer makes bigger full stops than the area her G string covered I am sure, a tiny triangle of cloth.

She looked at me and smiled; she left the stage and came over to our table. She removed her bra bent down and draped it over my head. Her breasts hanging free in front of me, she, I don't know what, but it pushed her breasts into my face as she stood up again, in a snake like movement, those soft, tender, exciting appendages brushed my face so gently and sexily it made my cock react. She moved of gyrating to the music, and removed her stockings putting her foot on another man's knee as she rolled them down, and draped them over his head, on to another table and it was her suspender belt she draped over his head, and then back to our table.

"Hello sailor," she said oozing sex appeal and slipped her G string off, dangling it in front of me as she moved to the music, the music ended and she put the G string on my head, sat down naked on my lap and kissed me hard.

Then got up smiled at me and left the area as a different woman came onto the stage, and it started again.

"You are in there boy, is the laughing gear in order, tongue juiced up and lead in your pencil, she will want a good fucking later," Bill said laughing at me, yet serious at the same time.

"How much did you give her?" I asked knowing him.

"I swear, I didn't, I might have let it slip that you were about to embark on a round the world trip, in a life boat, and may be lost at sea," he said.

"How well do you know her, inside out?" I asked him, which meant had he fucked her?

"An English gentleman never tells," he replied.

"Correct, but you do, I take it yes, and she owes you? I am very happy finding my own women, thank you," I said.

"Yes, true, and to fail tonight there is always tomorrow, but if you fail tonight, it will be all shrivelled up, by the time you can hunt again, and she knows a bar in Jo-burgh, where you can save it from shrivelling up, a half way stop. She is getting dressed and when she is, she will join us," Bill said.

"This has not been engineered then?" I asked smiling at him.

"No, heaven forbid it, no, she, well, she is just a nymphomaniac, it was a good idea to have the party tonight, too much alcohol and no sleep is not good the night before you set sail, and believe me, you won't get much sleep tonight," he said laughing.

"Thank you, what if I don't want to, and even if I do, not with her?" I asked him.

"Who can refuse her, did you see those tits, or did she blind you with her hard nipples. Jim, she is my farewell present to you, I have faith in you, and the new design, the contract is in the bag, so enjoy your last night ashore, and fuck the arse off her," Bill said, he was a well meaning guy, I smiled at him, and ordered another beer for us.

"Hello, my name is Janice, and I am so glad to meet you. Around the world, slave told me that you were to circumnavigate the globe, wonderful, and so handsome. Give me a kiss for allowing my tits to caress your cheeks," she said.

Now as I looked at her, she was pretty, and someone I would be interested in, as a bed partner.

"Yes, I set sail the day after tomorrow, will you wave me off, erm perhaps give me a good luck charm, your dance was very good, exciting," I said a bit stinted, she seemed to dominate the table, and I was spell bound by her.

The tables were rounded and a circular bench seat was against the wall Bill was at one end and I was sat between them.

"Get up and let me sit in the middle, will you?" she asked. I did as asked, and sat down again. The beers came, and Bill got her a bottle of champagne, he poured us all a glass, and she took a drink and then my hand under the table and up her skirt and into her panties.

"They are yours, make me wet them with excitement," she said and put her hand on top pushing my hand against her groin and my finger inside her, "Hum nice, make them very wet, to remind you of me, and what awaits you upon your return, ensuring you return, and into my embrace, and my love box, wet and aroused," she said moving my hand caressing her clit and cunt, I didn't stop her it was nice, very nice.

We finished our drinks and left back to our hotel, where I had a very, very energetic night. We had no sooner entered the room than she flung her arms around my neck, and was kissing me. Her tongue was snake like, and dipping into my stomach, it seemed so long delving down my throat. I was held in her embrace, we fell onto the bed, and she was down to her underwear a second later. I was naked. And then she was and lying on top of me, hugging me and kissing me in the heat of passion. Before I had put my hand to her breast, she had taken it, and clamped it to her breast, and the other, to her clit.

She held on to me with one hand, the other now had my cock in it, and she was rubbing it. I lay back, and she moved, she seemed to lean back, grab a handful of hair, open her legs and ram my head into her groin, and then clamped her legs around my head, holding it in place. Her soft luscious lips embraced my cock. She sucked and slid them up and down my cock. Her tongue tickled the tip as I licked and probed her cunt with mine, wriggling it about as she moaned in excitement.

She was juicy, very juicy, dripping almost, and then she turned around and sat on my cock, she looked down on me and smiled, then lifted up and down gaining speed, and her moist cunt slipped up and down my cock.

Faster and harder she rammed me into her, she moaned and moaned; I was glad she didn't cry out, arousing the people in the next room to what we were doing. Long low moans deep, gruff, gurgling sounds as her euphoria got higher and higher, I felt a hot liquid gushing onto my groin, and she had her tits in her hands crushing them, ramming me in as hard and fast as she could do. I felt another gush, and desperate now I shot my load into her, well the condom I had on.

"Hum, nice, now sleep slave, are you married?" She asked.

"No, I am not, I don't seem to have time to look around, I am too engrossed in my work," I said a bit stinted.

"Then you can be my slave, my sex slave," she said lying down on me and hugging me.

"Erm, what has Bill told you?" I asked.

"Just that you need taking in hand by a strong female, and I am just that. During the day I train naughty boys, in my dungeon, three nights a week I entertain naughty boys with a dance, most of which visit me the following day for punishment, for their lewd thoughts about me. Randy I might be, but I do not prostitute myself; I have sex with whomsoever I chose, not for a fee.

Bill, I met at the club, and he is good in bed, but an amateur, compared to you. Fucking hell two orgasms, and not weak ones, I will teach you and control you; tied to my bed I will fuck you, whenever I want, and however often I want. Don't be afraid, you will enjoy it as well, as I take you to your wildest dreams, sexual fantasies you only dream of will come true, with me," she told me, she kissed me and got under the covers.

"Excuse me, do you wish to stay the night?" I asked.

"Of course, you didn't think I came here for one fuck did you, two months at sea is a long time, I need to completely drain you, I imagined three or four fucks, before breakfast, two before lunch, and then two before dinner, and a good bye one before ten when you go to sleep to awake fresh the next day. Now go to sleep, you will need all your energy, for tonight. Once I have drained all your spunk you won't have any left for the sexually exciting, Oriental Females and return to me ready for a lifetime of fun and games," she said, kissed me and went to sleep.

"D-do I have any say?" I asked.

"Naughty boys get smacked bottoms, do you want me to smack your bottom, if not, go to sleep," she said forcefully.