"The Old Sea Dog" written by uksnowy
This a new story inspired by some recent articles in our Sunday papers. The main characters are ( if the story proceeds on the vein I started on ) : -
Daisy Ford - 54 ex journalist married to Dexter - 52 retired merchant navy officer.
Run B&B on houseboat called Katie Ashford, 70 ft narrow boat built in Rugby, Home mooring near Stratford upon Avon.
Cap - Black Lab dog aged 4
Jayne Morsee - 55 interior designer and life style advisor and her partner Jim Keith TV director - 38, St Kathrins Manor, daughter Kim - 25, son Shane 21, both by previous husband.
Gem - Black Springer Spaniel bitch aged 4.
(Working Title) The Old Sea Dog
Daisy sighed as she washed the dinner crockery and cutlery, gazing out of the cabin window to the fields beyond the riverside mooring. The American guests had left the 70 ft narrow boat Katie Ashford for exploration in the pretty village nestling next the river, stating they were going to try some English ales in the two pubs Dexter had recommended. She was looking forward to her own holiday when the B&B guests would no longer be their daily responsibility and she and Dexter would be on their own on a small secluded and very quiet distant sunny beach in the south of Corsica, staying at Hotel Pinarello near Porto Vecchio. They had found the place when holidaying years ago and stayed loyal clients ever since, out of the main tourist season.
Her husband’s heavy footsteps reverberated above as he checked the deck and sideways, watering flowers and rearranging furniture used by the guests for taking coffee and liqueurs following the usual four course sumptuous meal Daisy had prepared and cooked.
She heard the patter of dog feet on the laminated wood floor behind her and she smiled down at Cap their four-year-old Black Labrador with his pink smiling tongue lolling from his jaw. Daisy resisted throwing him some scraps of beef scrapings from a plate, as he was rationed meat due to long hours cooped on board the vessel meandering down England’s canals and rivers. He was well houseboat trained, but even then the odd accident had happened in awkward circumstances and piles of dog shit did not go down too well with guests or to that matter Daisy and Dexter.
“Captaaaaiin,” she called with genuine enthusiasm and the dog nudged against her bare suntanned legs. His warm glossy body briefly distracted her from holiday musings.
“Your friend Barby girl left you behind then has she?” she said in baby tones, scratching the dog under his chin. “Never mind she’ll be back soon, for a couple of days then you will really miss her eh old boy?”
The dog mooched off to join Dexter as Daisy continued with her clean up operation.
Her husband’s strongly muscled bare legs scissored past her window and stopped just to one side as he attended to some flower pots. Daisy found herself straining against the stainless steel sink to better the angle she could see up and out, initially to see if he was doing the job properly but realising she could actually see up the leg of his baggy faded blue sailcloth shorts. Her crotch pressed against a rounded wooden knob on the worktop front and for a moment she pressured it as distant memories of Dexter and her in the sack flooded through her. She shook her head and scolded herself having spotted that his flower care was correct. Why was she trying to peep up his shorts like a naughty school child? And why did matters sexual flit in and out like that?
Eyes back on the saucepans used for the vegetables, Daisy mused on Dexter’s attitude to her and her still verdant sex as she nipped her thighs together involuntarily. She would often get moist when one of the American couples seemed to be at each other’s bodies all the time and were about the same age as Daisy and Dexter. It wasn’t overblown lust, just touchy feely tenderness and togetherness with lots of whispers and giggling and they both just loved Cap and he seemed to respond to their almost excessive attention very well.
Dexter had steadfastly refused using condoms, relying on her to practice birth control very successfully via the pill. However when she was advised to cease using it by her doctor, on the possibility of later medical problems, Dexter had then proceeded to rely equally successfully on her cycle. Luckily there had been no conception but Daisy found herself yearning for his by no means insignificant but underused cock. He had never been a rampant sort of lover, happy to oblige when she so desired and she had taken on board the fact that she could easily satiate herself as regards orgasm by self help aided by the odd secretly purchased and hidden toy. He would have been shocked and disappointed to find out her secret stash.
However they were happy in their own ways and at least together, which is more than could be said for some of their friends and relatives, enjoying a hard working, fruitful and agreeable lifestyle
Wistfully chuckling inwardly, that even Dexter’s low-slung tackle could not be seen up his shorts knowing he was going commando as he always had done, she glanced up, alerted to further movements. Cap padded the same route as Dexter and stopped outside the window. Daisy found her rural view shielded by the big, solid hound’s rear quarters and grinned at the way happenings had coincided with her inner thoughts as now she was staring at the dog’s genitals.
She leaned against the worktop, her crotch against the knob, slightly grinding this time and her chunky but shapely thighs melded tightly together once more as she studied the large, tight, black bundle of Cap’s ballocks. Many were the times she had washed him round there, not remotely tuned to the canine sexuality, even as she had sluiced his underbelly and floppy sheath. Only a week previously, she and Dexter had discussed getting him mated and to invest in his progeny from his long pedigree. They had been prompted by Cap’s eagerness with a golden Labrador bitch in a park at Worcester when they had moored for two nights.
Dexter and dog moved out of sight and Daisy’s mind reverted to chores apart from briefly studying a couple of young cyclists on the far towpath, who stopped momentarily and embraced with much passion until they just moved on again as if nothing had happened. She did however spot that when they broke from their kiss, the boy was sporting a serious erection and must have found difficulty in pedalling although she saw no signs of that.
‘Male genitals Daisy’, she found herself inwardly remonstrating, then smiling before blanking her mind as she rinsed plates. which had been hardly worth cleaning due to the guest’s ravenous and appreciative appetites. Spike, one of them, had a habit of slipping scraps down to Cap, which was frowned upon and Dexter had politely, in fact too deferentially for Daisy, told the overweight man to refrain, but it still went on.
Barb or Barbie as Daisy called her privately, for a joke rather than the way Barb did not resemble the famous doll, being heavy in stature and noise, also favoured Cap and fussed over him greatly, much to Daisy’s surprise as he didn’t normally react to too much petting.
Dexter returned to the galley a few moments later, Cap plodding behind, to hear her sharp retort.
“Damn!” she spat and grabbed a cloth to dab at her ample bosom, where soapy water had splashed suds onto her prominent tits.
“Darling please,” he admonished. “Don’t use that language. It’s lucky our guests have gone ashore.”
She ignored his plummy tones, concentrating on the fine material of her lacy blouse, which she had an inkling was suspect under manmade detergents. She seemed to remember a similar blouse had deteriorated in France a year or two previously when on a canal cruise on the Canal du Midi. Dexter watched detachedly as her 38Ds wobbled with her vigorous efforts to clean the front of her blouse as quick as she could having sluiced it with fresh cold water. Cap gave an almost silent whine distracting Dexter and he moved through the galley into the small utility room to feed the hound.
Daisy whipped off her blouse revealing a stout but delicately decorated white brassiere. Her tanned and slightly freckled chest heaved as she concentrated on her task. She remembered one of the galley hands in France on the much bigger, rented for the season barge, who by now would have removed the bra and would be devouring her nipples with all the zest expected from a French Basque. Her mind flitted from that, as she heard her husband’s low tones in the utility room, to the last time she and Dexter had made love and then realised she couldn’t remember when exactly, but it was somewhere in London at a party and they stayed as house guests.
The Americans returned late and tipsy and more or less demanded more liqueurs. Dexter sprang to life having spent the evening dozing and reading newspapers as Daisy wearily reverted to hostess mode and whistled up some cheese and biscuits as they all sat on the rear cockpit deck in the balmy night air.
Daisy noted again the way Cap was being over petted by Barb, an overweight forty year old. This had happened at sometime during every day since Barb and Spike Kline, from Metamora, Illinois had been on board. This time Spike had tempted Cap over to them with a morsel from his plate, Cap ignoring the cheese but devouring the cracker biscuit, as the big farmer fussed over the sleek black hound.
Barb joined in the fussing and as Daisy watched, wondering whether she was too intent, Barb’s legs opened slightly at the knees, not that she could reveal anything beyond the chubby orbs that fashioned her knees and Cap would sort of home in on the dark space between.
At least once a day, Barb had engineered some time alone on board or on shore when Cap was with her and the dog had seemed very happy in her company.
“I’ve got a headache, I’ve got a migraine. I’m absolutely pooped ,… ”You all go on without me. I’ll be OK with my book and a little nap and Cap will keep me company, won’t you boy?” were the phrases Daisy had heard so many time over three weeks. Then the other couple and their hosts would go ashore and either do their own thing or explore, lunch, walk or just sight see together.
On arrival back onto Katie Ashford, the dog seemed content and almost lethargic and if Barb was on deck, she would usually be dozing with a big smile on her face.
“My - he’s going to miss you Barb,” said Dexter.
“He sure is,” chuckled Spike, stroking Cap’s back.
“And I’m going to miss you, you big strong boy ain’t I?” giggled Barb, snuggling Cap’s head between her hands and caressing him.
“I think it’s mutual darling, thanks,” murmured Daisy to Dexter, as her husband passed her another cognac.
“I only wish we could buy him and take him back home, we’ve struck such a great and loving understanding,” Barb giggled, reaching for her drink.
“Now that’s naughty sweetie,” said Spike. “You know that ain’t never goin’ to happen. Don’t upset our hosts with thoughts like that.”
“Its OK, we understand,” muttered Dexter gently. “It’s so good you got on with him. All of you did yes?”
Spike and Barb nodded briskly as did Jed and Mira Gore, the very very quiet, discreet and introvert business couple from Boston, but less briskly. They seemed to tolerate Cap without being overly effusive; his sometimes-boisterous moods being distracted by Daisy, Dexter or more often Barb who had such a rapport with him.
Daisy spotted their reaction and wondered how on earth Jed and Mira tolerated the much noisier Klines so well and put it down to the fact they were American. The tourist pound was extremely welcome whomever it came from and Daisy found herself immune to virtually every excess no matter the age or nationality of the guests.
If you want me to continue, let me know as I am writing as I go and when I have time. ...
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