"The Old Sea Dog Continued" written by uksnowy
The following day, Daisy felt really unwell and stayed in bed. Dexter was to take the Klines and the Gores on a final big city excursion starting early. Spike was late up and did without breakfast so that they could keep to a stringent timetable He apologised for Barbs non appearance who told him she was a little hung over from the late night drinking.
“That’s a coincidence,’ said Dexter as the four left the barge. “Although it’s not the booze with Daisy, she rarely drinks a lot. No doubt when they both surface they’ll have plenty to do between them.”
Barb plotted as she lazed in bed having heard the group leave. All alone on the barge for the whole day, she could indulge in every whim with Cap and take her time too. Her fingers danced on her clit as she mused on the hours ahead and soon she was very wet amidst the thick dangling flaps of her pussy. Maybe she should shave it again to get completely smooth for the dog’s rampaging tongue, she wondered.
Daisy felt really unwell with a mild headache, knowing it was a minor migraine and lay quietly hoping for a long lie in and if the symptoms disappeared she would take Cap for a walk and do the last shopping before the four guests finally left.
Cap snoozed in the cockpit, guarding the barge in the bright sunny morning. Dexter had fed and watered him and let him off for a smell round and toilet break, carefully not letting him stray too far and watching where he did his business then cleaning up after him. A fly buzzed round the heavy sac of his balls and he occasionally stuffed his nose groin ways to shoo it away. The smoothly haired wallet of his sheath usually got a few tender licks before he settled back to his dog dreams.
Barb’s low throaty growl grew as she flicked at her sodden clitty, sometimes furiously flat patting with her whole hand, sometimes doing a rotating movement of her fingers above her clit hood. Her orgasm stirred, then bubbled as her expert fingers frigged until the waves of ecstasy took over and she started to wail. She was alone, she was free and in love with a big black dog that would soon receive all the time and affection she could give for one last fling before she left old barge forever.
Daisy pricked up her ears as did Cap at the strange background noise, muffled though it was. There was another longboat moored almost next door to the Katie Ashford and in still, sun-drenched days, sound did travel easily on the quiet of the canal. Daisy dismissed it, not quite putting a finger on its source. Cap got up, wandered round the cockpit, forefeet up on the seat for a moment to scan the surroundings, then lay down again and licked his sheath.
Barb came and her long drawn out sigh was broken by the gasping need for air as her panting punctuated her climatic reveries. Silence once again pervaded Katie Ashford and Daisy slumbered whilst Barb lay satiated, her panting gradually easing to pleasant little puffs of air and giggles. She decided to make a cup of coffee and sit in the sunshine, before showering and dressing in the minimal clothing she would need for her final dog seduction. Easy access to her tits, arse and quim were essential and as she rose from her bed, she mused on the right choice. She flung on a flowing silk decorated in Chinese designs robe over her stocky buxom body, and went through to the galley. Her thighs ran with her cunt juices, but she liked the feeling of seediness and debauchery. It would be a good mood maker for her love match later, but first coffee, then her cleansing then the lovely Cap would be allowed to enter from the cockpit and enter her boudoir and enter her body. He would have her at her best, made up, and dressed in the best possible way.
Suddenly Daisy was wide awake, her headache still nagging, but pushed aside as footsteps on the supposed deserted barge alerted her. Barb was heavy footed even in bare feet and then Daisy heard the sound of running water. It was definitely on board, no mistake; she knew every varnished and burnished inch of the craft. Dexter had said he was taking all four guests to Coventry Cathedral and a city tour and lunch and had not reported any visitors due. Then a giveaway noise alerted Daisy that it was Barb on board and her heart sank, thinking she would have to spend a day with the sometime annoying American.
Barb had started to hum her favourite tune of ‘How much is that Doggy in the Window’ and Daisy sighed deeply. What could she do apart from staying low in her cabin all day and although she had no urgent plans, that was not in her scheme of things. Then a different noise made her sit up and take note.
A squeaky shriek followed by a mug being dropped in the sink, then low words and then chuckles made Daisy wonder what the hell was going on. She pulled her pyjama jacket neatly round her and pulled the pants up from around her bounteous hips. Stealthily, she got off the bed and as she made her way to the door, she remembered one of Katie Ashford’s secrets. It was many a month or year even that she had learned of the little foibles of the barge, but as Daisy peered at the delicate Victorian watercolour of a semi naked lady in a garden, she wondered if it still worked.
The owner’s cabin was separated from the galley by a store cupboard, but if the little picture was swung to one side and a hinged piece of teak was swivelled, there was a perfectly angled mirror showing a large proportion of the galley. Equally in the reverse to the cabin did a fixed one-way mirror in the galley conceal an arrangement. Her and Dexter had been very surprised to find this during their refit of the old boat, but both thought it was quirky and decided to leave it, maybe for a laugh one day. Both had forgotten it – until now.
She slid the picture and reached past the cans, cartons and packets just managing with the full length of her arm. Her fingertips prised the teak shutter up as she pinched her face in fear of some noise or some disturbance to the store contents alerting Barb. Daisy stopped before glancing at the mirror, hating herself for this perverted intrusion on a valued although annoying guest. She shook her head realising that her headache seemed to have subsided. Was it the activity in her brain, the stealth and concentration? It had gone and so had her guilt. The sight truly shocked her.
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