The moaning from the cabin next to mine on board the yacht ‘Susanna’ was getting louder. The skipper and cook had been at it for an hour now. The dual moaning was climbing in pitch and coming increasingly in unison as I lay naked, belly up, imagining every wet thrust.

My voyage had begun earlier that afternoon at a Jamaican dock in the sweltering heat of the tropics.

“Hello,” I said to the back of the shirtless man on the yacht on which my passage was booked. He was well-tanned, broad-shouldered, and very muscular.

“You must be Molly! Come aboard,” he waved, showing me his bearded, weathered face.

“I am Tom, the skipper. We will be underway shortly.”

As I clambered on board, a woman around my age appeared.

“Call me Serena. This way,” she said, bending to take my bag. As she did, I could not help but notice her large, firm breasts showing under her white shirt. I followed the Polynesian woman with low-cut jeans to my cabin. Her hips defiantly swinging in front of me. She invited me to eat with them in the lounge.

She read the question that was on my mind.

“I cook and clean, plus other duties,” she said, smiling as she turned and left.

I would learn of her ‘other duties’ later.

Dusk was fast approaching as the yacht dropped anchor in the bay. We ate fresh fish with salad for dinner before retiring early. The slight breeze from earlier had disappeared with the sun. The sea was like a mirror.

Nearing midnight. It was pitch black in my cabin as I sweltered through the tropical night heat. I lay on the bed, stark naked, trying to stay cool.

The moaning from the cabin next to mine on board the yacht ‘Susanna’ was getting louder. The skipper and cook had been at it for an hour now. The dual moaning was climbing in pitch and coming increasingly in unison as I lay naked, belly up, imagining every wet thrust.

I went over in my mind how I had got to this moment.

I had a wet rag that I rubbed over my sweat-covered body, trying to get some much-needed relief from the air-stealing heat. Unfortunately, this caused my large nipples to rise to form hard peeks. As their moaning reached new heights, my fingers moved slowly and tenderly downwards, lightly circling each nipple. I gasped.

Down my tummy, past my belly button, my fingertips floated. Halting at my mound as if unsure to continue to their destination.

I stroked my clit, increasing the firmness as I did, my juices slick on my hand. I groaned with the building tension.

I opened my legs wider and felt even hotter air rising from between my legs.

I could feel the wetness, my pussy gapping open waiting expectantly for something bigger. I felt my vagina contracting on my fingers. Pulsating, desperately wanting something fat and hard to grip as my mind imagined Tom’s stout cock.

I plunged my fingers deeper into my steamy pussy.

Their moans from next door were getting even closer together now. It was hard to tell them apart. My fingers were keeping pace with each lusty moan and wet smack of their coupling. My pelvis was rising and falling with every thrust of my finger. The sea lapped the yacht’s hull in time with the screams of ecstasy that erupted from the next cabin.

I could take it no more, and with a hand over my mouth, I climaxed and moaned with pleasure as an orgasm raced through my quivering body. Body arching repeatedly.

My brain surrenders to the sweet oblivion. Nothing else exists but the pleasure erupting within. I continued shuddering with wet spurting aftershocks of pleasure. Slowly, I calmed down.

All was quiet.

Fuck!

Had they heard me?

Shit, as if I were not hot enough, I could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading over me.

Then, a long slow moan came from next door as they continued with another round of love making.

That was so close, I thought!

I decided to go up on deck, where it was cooler and hopefully away from the overly passionate couple.

Clouds covered the night sky; the full moon of earlier had gone. It was pitch black except for the yacht’s navigation lights. I sat down next to the helm and its wooden-spoked wheel. The soft breeze was lifesaving. I listened to the sea lightly slapping the yacht hull. The sound is so much louder out here.

I looked up to the top of the cabin and saw that Tom and Serena had been sleeping on a thin mattress atop the yacht’s cabin. The roof was just above my eye level. Their moans were louder than I had heard in my cabin. I watched the sweat-covered skipper pound his swollen shaft between the cook’s long, parted legs. Her breasts floated back and forth rhythmically as she lay on her back. Oh my god!

The navigation lights bathed them in red light. Luckily, concealed in darkness at the stern, they could not see me. I sighed with relief.

The slapping I had heard earlier was not, as I had thought, coming from the water on the hull but from Tom’s heavy balls as they hit the love-juice covered buttocks of Serena. I watched transfixed as he thrust his rock-hard shaft in and out.

I found myself squeezing and rubbing my nipples again. I put my hand on the helm to steady myself and to get a better view. My breathing was coming in shorter and shorter intervals as I attempted not to moan out loud.

My sex juices slowly dribbled down my legs, so aroused was I by the spectacle. My pussy was hot and tense with desire. It needed to grip something, anything, desperately. I felt my pussy contracting again and again as it searched for a climax.

If only I had my dildo with me. I realised that what I was gripping would suit my now urgent needs. Angling my pussy, I could gently slip one of the steering wheel’s spoke handles into my pussy. It felt so good as it slipped easily into my hot wet vagina. I quivered with pleasure as it sunk deeper.

I could still see the other two as I gently rocked back and forth in unison with them. The spoke handle was going in and out. This time, I was ahead of them, such was the stimulus I was getting from the rib of the wheel handle. Twice, I had to stop and take some deep breaths before I could continue softly moaning with them.

Tom suddenly put his head back, looking directly up to the heavens as he took long, deep thrusts. I knew he was close. Serena suddenly arched up as she screamed and convulsed on the hard cock before falling back, continuing to scream.

“Fuck Fuuuuck…Harder Tom…fuuuuu…K.”

By now, Serena had been pushed along the cabin roof towards me by Tom’s thrusting. She was now at the end on the roof. I could see her face and his wet cum covered shaft as it continued to plunge into her. The ball slapping noise was increasing in tempo, and another climax was about to erupt very soon.

I was frantic now and could hardly contain myself as I urgently thrust my wet pussy harder and harder onto the make-do wooden dildo. I was fanning my clit, spraying my sex juices over the deck.

They were almost ready to climax!

Tom looked skyward again and groaned loudly. Serena, instead of arching forward, arched backward this time. Her head was now hanging backwards over the cabin roof towards me.

She was looking directly at me!

I knew I was safe, still hidden in the darkness.

As she shook with waves of pleasure, I knew Tom was at that very moment flooding her with spurt after spurt of his sticky hot cum.

Serena screamed, “Ooooh fuck I ‘m cuuuummminnnng.”

I, too, let out a loud moan as I came in convulsive jerks on the handle, my thick juices spurting out from deep within me.

Suddenly, the clouds cleared. A shaft of light from the full moon struck us, illuminating the scene perfectly.

Serena and I saw each other at the same time and locked eyes as we continued to moan as further shudders went through our bodies.

The skipper was still looking to the night sky as he continued to thrust rhythmically with his cum oozing in spurts out of Serina’s pussy.

Just as quickly as the clouds had parted, they closed, and I was again plunged into darkness.

Spent and satisfied, I slowly eased away from the cum dripping wheel handle and quickly returned to my cabin. I was unsure and rattled about what had passed between Serena and me.

I felt a different sexual desire within me that I could not explain.