Serendipity, Chapter 51

  • Posted on November 22, 2015 at 2:30 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They arrived shortly after 10:00 at the yacht harbor, which wasn’t far from the Playa del Mar. Piling out of three cars and the conversion van, the twenty women and girls excitedly looked around, wondering which of the big boats would be theirs.

Then they saw a young blonde woman coming toward them, trailed by two little girls, also blondes. The woman, apparently in her late 20s, was wearing cut-off denim shorts and tennis shoes with no socks. She was not very tall, perhaps 5’2”, but her tanned legs were long and shapely. A tight-fitting sleeveless v-neck shirt showed off her gorgeous figure.

Smiling broadly, she approached Angela and held out her hand. “Good morning, Angela, I’m Georgia. Welcome!”

“Oh, yes, Georgia, how are you, my dear?” Angela took her hand and bent to kiss her cheek.

“You remember my daughters?”

“Of course I do, although I must say they’ve grown quite a bit. I know it’s only been a year, but look how big they are now!”

Georgia beamed. “Melissa is 12 now, and Jemma just turned 8.” She ruffled her younger daughter’s hair. “Say hello to Miss Angela, kids.”

“Hello, Miss Angela,” the girls said together, smiling prettily.

“Hello, my little darlings. I’m so happy to see you again.” Angela kissed them both. Then she turned to Carol, introducing her to Georgia. She made her way around, naming all the moms but not worrying yet about the daughters. There were just so many! And anyway, everyone would have plenty of time to get to know each other during the next day and a half.

As Georgia led them toward the slips, down a steel ramp and onto a floating wooden dock, Carol looked more closely at the little girls, the woman’s daughters, who were walking just ahead of her. Both were in shorts and tank tops, wearing flip-flops, shiny blonde hair gleaming in the sun. The older girl, Melissa, had the barest beginnings of breasts, just little buds poking through her top. Her sister was still completely flat-chested. Carol knew that the crew of the yacht were all supposed to be lesbian or bisexual and, according to Angela, ‘very friendly’, but she wondered about the kids. Would they be part of the fun as well?

They stopped in front of a beautiful sparkling white luxury yacht.

“Here she is,” Georgia proudly announced, “the Carte Blanche. Anything you want here, it’s yours.”

As she said that last part, Carol saw that Georgia appeared to incline her head in the direction of her daughters. Was she suggesting that they were available to anyone who wanted them??

A young woman hopped nimbly from the boat onto the dock. Younger than Georgia, in her early 20s at most, she was petite but athletically built, a tanned brunette with grey eyes that twinkled with mischief.

The new girl began grabbing their bags and helping them to board. Georgia introduced her as Emmanuelle, or Emma for short.

“Emma’s a deckhand, a sailor, an important part of our crew. She assists the engineer and also takes the helm sometimes. But be careful, aye, once she gets you into bed, she’ll never let you go,” she added with a wink.

Emma laughed and stuck her tongue out at Georgia.

They boarded at the stern, which was approximately at dock level, then went up a pair of curving stairways to the open-air aft deck, and from there into a stunningly beautiful room that Georgia said was the main saloon.

As they stood gawking at the luxurious surroundings, another woman came in. In her early 40s, she was fairly petite, about 5’3”, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a slim build. She was dressed in navy slacks, low heels, and a crisp white short-sleeved blouse. Holding her hand was a child, a tiny girl less than four feet tall. With her cherub face, huge brown eyes, and long silky dark hair, she truly looked like a doll.

“Angela, what a lovely treat!” exclaimed the woman.

“Caroline, my darling!” The two embraced, sharing a long, warm kiss.

When they parted, Angela knelt in front of the child, lightly pinching her cheek. “And little Charlie, oh my, how beautiful you are. You’ve grown up so much! How old are you now?”

“I’m 7,” the girl replied, melting hearts with her smile. She received a lingering kiss on the lips from the buxom blonde.

Standing up once more and turning to the group, Angela introduced the woman as captain of the Carte Blanche. “That means you have to do as she says. Once we are at sea, her word is law.”

“Yes, quite so,” Caroline grinned, taking her daughter’s hand again. “But I promise not to make you do anything you really don’t want to do. On the other hand, I hope each one of you will want to do everything… with all of us.”

That got some chuckles from the women. Most of the girls still weren’t quite sure what to think. It was a lot to take in all at once.

The captain, who spoke with a seductive English accent, put an arm around Georgia’s waist, pulling the sexy brunette close and kissing her mouth. Then she said, “I don’t know whether anyone has informed you yet, but this charming thing is my first mate, which means orders from her carry the same weight as orders from me, so you had better obey. Got it?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll obey,” Angela chuckled.

After giving her a wink, Caroline motioned to the group. “Now come, let me show you around. Leave your things, Emma will look after them. This way, please.” She turned and started up a spiral staircase with Charlie just behind her.

Before following, Angela informed the others, sotto voce, that Caroline and Georgia were lovers, romantic partners. Georgia smiled and nodded.

The captain led them up to what she said was the sky lounge. Again it was beautifully appointed, taking their breath away. Behind the bar in the lounge was a striking young woman, very tall and thin, with big blue eyes and flowing blond hair. She was slicing lemons and limes. Caroline introduced her as Abby, telling them she was their bartender and stewardess.

The girl put down the knife, wiped her hands, and came out to greet them. She was in an extremely short skirt and wore wedge-heeled sandals. Her long slender legs went on forever.

“Hi, how are you?” Abby smiled, looking and sounding like the world’s cutest cheerleader. She had a perky voice that matched her perky breasts — which were easy to admire in a flimsy lace camisole unbuttoned halfway down. She wore no bra, of course.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. Orders were taken and the pretty blonde got busy again behind the bar.

As Abby was preparing their refreshments, Caroline told the group, “The Carte Blanche is a 132-foot trideck motor yacht, built in the year 2000 but completely refitted just two years ago after we purchased her. She has a draft of eight feet and cruises at sixteen knots. We’re really only designed to sleep twelve, but I shouldn’t worry about that. For one, I suspect that sleep may not be the first thing on your minds tonight, and for another, many of our sofas easily can double as beds. But we’ll deal with that later.”

After everyone had their drinks, Caroline turned to lead them somewhere else, then stopped and said, “Ah, here we are. Excellent.”

A beautiful, curvaceous woman was coming up the spiral staircase from the deck below, just arriving at the top. Wearing a long white apron over a dark dress, she appeared to be in her early 40s. Her hair was black, her lips full and red, her large brown eyes smoldering with Mediterranean passion. Just behind her was another woman, also wearing an apron, who looked like a much younger copy of the first, with the same hourglass figure and smoky beauty. The two clearly were mother and daughter.

Caroline said, “I’d like you to meet Ana Rodríguez, our chef. You won’t find a finer cook on any ship in this ocean, and I mean that sincerely.”

“Oh, thank you so much, muchas gracias,” Ana said to Caroline, before turning to the others and giving a little bow. Her English was heavily accented but enchanting to hear. “It is my pleasure to welcome you and serve you.”

“Ana is from Madrid,” Caroline informed her guests, “and has been with us for about six months now. We absolutely could not be more pleased with her. This other gorgeous girl, Jenifer, is Ana’s assistant in the galley. She is also her daughter, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Buenos dias,” Jenifer said with a dazzling smile that lit up the room. “My English is no so good. But I am happy you here.”

Taking their drinks, they went forward from the sky lounge through a pair of double doors to the bridge of the yacht. It looked like the interior of a spaceship, with consoles and computer screens and flashing lights. In the center, though, apparently in a nod to tradition, was an old-fashioned wheel, like on a big sailing ship in the movies.

Over in the corner, a full-bodied brunette was typing something into a keypad. The woman turned toward them as they entered, smiling.

“Everyone, this is Harriet Spencer,” said the captain. “She’s our engineer, and also an excellent harbor pilot.”

“Greetings, and welcome aboard,” Harriet said. She spoke with an English accent as did Caroline, though hers seemed a bit less refined.

“Is everything in order?” Caroline asked Harriet.

“Aye-aye, skipper, ready at any time.”

“Very well. We’ll take her out at 11:00, as planned.”

They left Harriet to do her job and went back into the sky lounge, then up another set of stairs and onto the sun deck.

“Wow, a jacuzzi!” exclaimed Gwen.

“Yes, indeed,” Caroline smiled. “Feel free to enjoy it whenever you like. And once we’re out at sea, by the way, bathing suits are optional.”

The women and girls walked around the top deck, appreciating the 360-degree views, sipping their drinks and chatting. After a couple of minutes, they heard and felt the rumble of the boat’s big engines starting up.

Then they heard another sound — the giggling and squealing of teenage girls. Two tiny blondes came bounding up the stairs and out onto the sun deck. The girls were in matching outfits: blue spandex shorts and white sports bras. Both were barefoot. Not far behind them came a smiling energetic woman, perhaps in her early 30s, also a slender blonde and in the same outfit as the girls, although she wore tennis shoes and ankle socks.

“And here they are,” laughed Caroline, “the last three members of our crew for you to meet.”

She took the woman by the arm, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “My friends, this is Julie Tanner, our athletic trainer, meaning she’ll assist you down in our fitness center if you’d like a nice workout. Julie is in charge of entertainment as well, which you’ll learn more about later.”

Sheila pondered what that remark about entertainment might mean as she moved around a bit to get a better look at the two younger girls. They appeared to be in their early teens, very slim and petite. Neither could weigh much more than a hundred pounds, if that. Their erect nipples poked invitingly through the thin little sports bras they wore. Sheila squeezed her legs together, stimulating her clit, as she imagined fucking the two of them at the same time.

“Julie, perhaps you could introduce the others,” Caroline said.

“Yes, of course, I’d be glad to.”

Julie stepped forward, taking the teens by the hand, one on either side of her. Nodding toward the girl on the left, she said, “This is Desiree. She’s my daughter. And this is her friend, Dani. They’ll be dancing for you tonight after dinner and perhaps doing even more too if we can convince them.”

As she said that, she winked at Dani, standing on her right. The little blonde blushed and giggled.

“I must get back to the bridge now, as we get underway,” the captain told her guests, “so I’ll leave you all to get better acquainted. Georgia and Julie will be happy to show you around the rest of the Carte Blanche. And please, make yourselves at home. Relax and have a good time. I’ll see you in a while.”

She gave a little wave and went quickly down the stairs. Charlie stayed behind, with Georgia and her daughters. Angela came out from the crowd to greet Julie and the teenage girls. Sheila was just behind her, definitely eager to become better acquainted with the young lovelies.

Bridget heard a shout from the rear of the boat — no, the stern, she corrected herself. She stepped toward the railing and looked down. Emma, the deckhand, was untying and coiling some ropes — ‘casting off the lines’ Bridget thought was the proper lingo. Then very slowly the huge yacht began to move, easing away from the dock.

They spent the next ten minutes or so chatting and introducing themselves up on the sun deck as the boat wound through the harbor channels and then headed out to sea. Their glasses were mostly empty by that time, so Georgia suggested they go down to the sky lounge for refills.

It occurred to Sheila as she followed Dani and Desiree down the stairs, enjoying the wiggle of their tight bottoms, that among the crew were four sets of mothers and daughters: Julie with Desiree, Ana with Jenifer, Caroline with Charlie, and Georgia with her little girls. Angela had made it clear during their earlier conversations that all the women were lesbians, or at least bisexual, and that sex with any or all of them was part of the package.

But what about those moms and girls? Could it possibly mean they were all involved with each other sexually as well? That this was not only a lesbian cruise, but an incest cruise? Sheila certainly hoped that was the case. The chef and her daughter weren’t there now, nor was Caroline, but she would keep an eye on Julie and on Georgia to see how they acted around their children. Perhaps she could pick up some signals. Meanwhile, however, she wanted another screwdriver. Ahh, here she comes now!

Eve watched Abby as she came out from behind the bar with a tray of beverages, passing them around to the women. What a pair of legs on that girl, what a body — and she was so tall! Eve wondered if she might be as tall or taller than her own daughter, Gwen, who was 5’9”. She decided to find out.

“Here you are, another Chardonnay, right?” Abby said to Eve, flashing a million-watt smile.

“Yes, thank you. And I just have to say, you really are beautiful.”

“Aww, thanks!”

“Do you mind if I ask how tall you are?”

“Not at all. I’m 5’10”.

“Wow.” Eve looked her up and down, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her lust.

After waiting a moment, allowing the woman to ogle her, Abby winked and said, “Gotta get more drinks ready. But maybe you and me can get together later, huh?”

“Yes, I hope so,” Eve smiled. She could feel herself getting wet.

Most of the girls and several of the women, including Carol and Stephanie, had gathered around first mate Georgia, who was explaining where they would go on their short cruise and what sort of marine life they might encounter.

“As we get further out on our way to Catalina, I’ll let you know when it’s time to start looking. I’m sure we’ll find something. In the summer, we very often see blue whales, fin whales, dolphins, and we may have a chance to see humpback and minke whales too.”

“Oh my god, whales, so cool!” Kelly enthused.

Georgia gave her a warm smile. “Yes, certainly, and we also could see sharks, sea lions, sunfish, and of course plenty of avian wildlife.”

“It sounds like you know quite a lot about all this,” Stephanie said.

“Well, I never finished college, got a little too busy having children, eh,” Georgia grinned, with a glance at her daughters, Melissa and Jemma, who were standing along with Charlie among the other little girls and quickly making friends.

Their mother continued, “But I was studying marine biology and I’ve done my best to keep up with advances in the field. That’s part of my job here, to offer our guests scientific information.”

“Is that all you offer?” Carol asked with a leer.

Georgia laughed, “As I said down below, anything you want, it’s yours. Anything at all.” Again she made a subtle nod toward her daughters, appearing to include Charlie too.

Carol was almost certain of it now. She could fuck all three of the girls if she wanted to: a 12-year-old, an 8-year-old, and a 7-year-old. She did want to, of course, very much — and not only them: their sexy mothers too, and at least half of the rest of the crew. It would be a busy night!

“Isn’t that exciting?” Tina said to Amanda. “We might get to see whales and dolphins and lots of other things too.”

“Yeah, it’s really cool.” She smiled at her mom. “This is an awesome vacation!”

“I’m glad you think so, honey. And… come here for a minute.” Taking her daughter’s hand, Tina led her out onto the side deck so they could have a little talk.

Gwen approached Julie, smiling shyly. With the large crowd up on the sun deck, they hadn’t actually met yet.

“Hi, I’m Gwen,” the teenager said, holding out her hand.

“Hi, Gwen, it’s great to meet you.” Julie took her hand, offering a firm shake and a big smile.

“And, um, this is my friend, Erin.”

“Hello, Erin.”

The bashful redhead, who was shadowing Gwen, sticking close and following her everywhere, took Julie’s extended hand and mumbled a greeting while blushing deeply.

Gwen asked, “So, did you or maybe Caroline or someone say you have a fitness center here? Like a gym?”

“Yes, we do,” Julie said. “It’s on the lower deck, near the staterooms. Would you like to see it?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.”

Veronica was standing nearby, drinking a beer and half-listening to their conversation while also fantasizing about the two girls, Desiree and Dani, picturing them without any clothes on. They were just behind Julie, chatting and giggling with Kelly. Debby and Fiona were with them too.

But when Veronica heard the question about the gym, that got her attention. She loved working out. She turned to Julie. “Can I go along with you on that tour?”

“Yeah, and me too?” Kelly asked.

“And me?” echoed Fiona, with Debby grinning and nodding as well.

“Sure, of course,” Julie laughed, “the more the merrier. Come on!”

She led them down the spiral staircase into the main saloon again, and from there to a level still lower. Gwen followed Julie, with Erin on her tail, then Veronica, Debby, Kelly, Fiona, Desiree, and Dani.

“I can’t get over how big it is,” Gwen exclaimed as they emerged onto the lower deck. “I’ve never been on a yacht like this before. It’s incredible!”

“You know, I sometimes think she feels bigger inside than when you look at her from the outside,” Julie chuckled as she opened the door into the fitness center.

Two decks above, Tina and Amanda were leaning on the railing, looking down at the blue water and then back at the shore, which was slowly fading into the horizon.

“Wow…” The 10-year-old wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her tightly. “This is so totally great, Mom. Thank you so much!”

Tina kissed her head. “Of course, baby, I’m glad I could do it for you. Although, obviously, we have to thank Angela for a lot of this. We certainly wouldn’t be staying in a penthouse or going on a cruise if we hadn’t met her — or maybe I should say if you hadn’t met Bambi.”

“Yeah, Bambi’s great. I like her a lot. She’s like my best friend now, you know? Except it’ll be kinda sad when we have to go home and then I won’t see her again, maybe for a long time or even forever.”

“I know, sweetie.” Tina rubbed her daughter’s back, kissing her head again. “And, well, maybe we will be able to see them some time. I sure hope so. I’ll talk with Angela about it. But, uh, anyway, I wanted to ask you… you said this is really fun and everything, and I’m glad you think so, but I just want to make sure that, you know, all the other stuff, I mean the sex with everyone, with all the women and girls… that’s kind of a lot for a kid your age to deal with. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Mom, are you crazy?” Amanda laughed. “It’s awesome! I never thought I could ever have so much fun.”

“Well… good, I’m glad,” Tina chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s even better than masturbating!”

Inside the sky lounge, Angela sat down next to Eve on a gracefully curving leather sofa. She gave the woman a kiss on the lips and patted her leg. “Having a good time, my dear?”

“I’ll say,” the brunette grinned. “This is fucking fantastic!”

Eve tipped up her wine glass, draining the Chardonnay, then signaled to Abby for another. It would be her third of the morning.

“I’m happy to hear it,” Angela smiled, squeezing the woman’s thigh.

“It’s incredible to me how you keep topping yourself,” Eve said, “taking us from one adventure to the next, always more exciting, more… I don’t know, more wonderful. How do you do it?”

“Just lucky, I suppose. It helps to know the right people. And yes, I’ll admit, it does take effort, keeping in touch with everyone, networking and so forth, staying social. But it certainly is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” Eve nodded.

Angela continued, “Twitter helps a lot. I’m on there frequently, communicating with people, sharing interests. It’s quite useful. You’d be amazed to learn how many delightful women and girls I’ve connected with that way.”

Continue on to Chapter 52


11 Comments on Serendipity, Chapter 51

  1. I want to thank the ten lovely people on Twitter who generously gave permission for me to use them as participants in this part of the story. They provided a lot of information, detailed physical descriptions and so on, but I took some liberties as well in shaping their characters to fit the narrative. I hope you’re all satisfied with the result!

    My thanks to:


  2. Aliciamom says:

    I am pulsating!!! This is amazing!!

  3. Aliciamom says:

    No sex in this chapter but the set up and anticipation is awesome! I cannot wait!

  4. kraM says:

    Good start. The anticipation is enjoyable. A character reminder would be nice, maybe posted here in the comments?

  5. kraM says:

    Oops, you made a chart, linked at the top! Sorry for missing it.

  6. cados says:

    Cant help but have this vision of the Captains Table at dinner time … not so much as to what is on the table but more of what is UNDER the table. Or more accurately, Who is under the table 🙂

  7. Wow, cados, it’s like you’re reading my mind! Have you already seen Chapter 52?? I’ll be posting it today (Wednesday), and you’ll find they do have a lot of fun at dinner time, hee-hee.

  8. cados says:

    Hi Naughty Mommy,

    Nope, I’ve no ‘insider’ information, guess I must have a similar imagination to you, the big difference being that you can transcribe your thoughts onto paper.

    Hope I haven’t stolen any of your thunder.

    • Leriquet says:

      J’ai voulu aller voir sur Twitter pour votre page mais elle n’est plus disponible. Auriez-vous une autre ? Merci.
      Autre question comment consulter le forum des lecteurs ?
      Je me délecte à chaque chapitre.
      Bien que je sois un homme, je peux me considérer comme étant lesbienne puisque j’aime les femmes et les filles également 😉🌹🌹🌹🌹

  9. kim says:

    wow, still enjoying the ride with Eve and everyone, still loving it.

  10. Marc says:

    OH HOW I WISH I could be part of such a wonderful cruise, aboard a luxurious Yacht, FILLED with gorgeous Nymphets aged between 5 to 12!! ULTIMATE EROTIC HEAVEN!!!… And of course, I would ENJOY and encourage them to LICK and FINGER each other as passionately as possible!…for their greatest delight, and mine as well!!

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