Genie and I were both 18 years old. We’d had several dates already,
and there was plenty of chemistry between us. But although we both
worked, we both still lived with our parents. We had made out a lot,
but hadn’t gone all the way. We wanted to, but the timing had always
been wrong, and we had no real privacy anywhere.
So I suggested that we drive down to Newport, Rhode Island for the
weekend, and have a look at the America’s Cup boats.
This is back when the races used to take place down there.
We made a late start, and then had trouble finding a place to stay.
It was amazing we found a hotel at all, it being America’s Cup week.
I remember it was more than I could afford the time, but I wasn’t
going to lose the weekend over a few dollars, despite how hard those
dollars were to come by at the wages I earned then.
Genie beamed at me; “Wow. Am I really worth that much?”
She was. blond, slim, and 18 years old. Genie had clear blue eyes and
a pleasant personality. I was quite smitten with her, and at last we
had the privacy to do what 18-year-old couples like to do best. Yes,
she was worth it.
It was already 4 PM by the time we’d moved into our room for the
weekend. We sat on the bed and got up to some very pleasant groping,
but Genie wanted to go down to the seafront to check out the scene
The race teams and their boats were impressive, and we walked around
the various wharfs and admired them all. There was absolutely no wind
that day, so there was no racing. That meant all the boats and all
the crews were in port.
Then we walked down a pier where the wealthier spectators moored
Mostly white refrigerator-like vessels, but a few were really worth
seeing. We were standing and admiring one particularly unique vessel,
when the woman sitting on the deck started to chat with us.
I’d like to tell you about the boat, but it’s so unique that anyone
who knew the vessel would be able to identify it from the description,
and I want to respect the owner’s privacy. So I’ll tell you about the
Fairly attractive, but not magazine cover material. Expensively
dressed of course, matching pearl necklace and earrings, impeccable
makeup, perfectly styled shoulder length auburn hair. Her skin was
well cared for, but there was a blemish or two, and the few lines
around her mouth and eyes placed her in the early forties age bracket.
Such a contrast from Genie and myself. We both wore blue jeans and
sneakers, and Genie wore no makeup or jewelry at all.
But despite the fact that we obviously came from opposite sides of the
fiscal divide, Charlene chatted with us as though we were equals who
could have owned our own yacht moored just down the pier. We were
both quite flattered, even more so when she invited us on board for
There was no one else aboard, and Genie and I felt like millionaires
ourselves as we relaxed in the deck chairs and held hands while our
wealthy host made coffee for us all.
Charlene was bright, funny, and very charming. A couple of hours
slipped by while she told us stories of the boat, and celebrities that
she and her husband knew or had met.
The sun was approaching the horizon, and Charlene asked us if we
wouldn’t stay and have dinner aboard with her and her husband,
Stanley arrived on board while Charlene and Genie were in the galley,
chatting away like old friends and working together on the meal.
We shook hands introduced ourselves. It made me feel like a real man,
greeting this wealthy fellow aboard his own boat as if I were his
equal. Well, this was America after all.
It was all very seductive, and I was very proud of Genie that despite
her lack of makeup and jewelry, her simple haircut and simple clothes,
she seemed to just fit right in with these wealthy people. I remember
feeling a kind of warm euphoria about it all. This fine fleeting
fantasy; moving amongst the rich and famous. Okay, they weren’t
famous, but they were rich.
Stanley was as pleasant and personable as his wife. He was about half
a head taller than me, lean and tanned. I guess he was nearer 50 than
40, judging by his gray hair, but he was very vibrant and energetic.
I have to admit that.
It was dark by the time we had finished our meal, sitting on the
generous deck in the warm summer evening.
Genie asked to use the toilet.
“It’s down the companionway to the left. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Said Stanley, and he led her below.
Their heads had barely disappeared into the cabin, when I felt
Charlene’s hand on my leg.
Charlene was an attractive woman, especially to a poor working lad
like myself. I was very flattered, and it seemed quite harmless, just
a little harmless flirtation while no one was looking. It just added
to the general seductiveness of it all. I was in no hurry, but I very
much looked forward to getting young Genie back to the hotel, where we
could be alone at last.
Charlene was telling me an unlikely story of a one legged man she knew
who had seduced Goldie Hawn. It was quite titillating, and by the
time she had finished it I realized that Genie hadn’t come back. And
neither had Stanley. And Charlene’s hand had found its way under my
T-shirt, and in the privacy afforded by the dark night, was tracing
across my flat young belly. The flirtation had become much less
Alarmed, I stood up suddenly.
“Where’s Stan and Genie gotten to?” I asked.
I felt Charlene’s hand grip mine, and she stood up in front of me,
between me and the cabin door.
“Oh, Michel.” She said quietly, “Don’t be too upset. Stanley has this
way with women.”
Charlene’s hands were on my hips, her body was nearly touching mine.
Her wealthy but middle-aged lips were only an inch from my young but
poor ones. Her breath was on my face, her perfume in my nostrils.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Let them have their fun.” She continued, “It’s not such a big thing,
“What you mean, Charlene? What’s going on?”
“You’re such a sweet boy, Michel. Young girls like Genie are always
falling for Stanley. Don’t feel bad about it.”
And her lips closed the small gap, and her tongue invaded the innocent
temple of my mouth. Her body was soft and luxurious against mine, her
scent was intoxicating.
I couldn’t believe that Genie could really be making out with Stanley
down below us somewhere. She had the hots for me, that was why she
had come here with me.
But it was wonderfully wicked to hold the rich man’s wife in my arms,
to arouse her passions, to crush her full breasts against my chest, to
run my hands over her pampered behind. But I kept one eye on the
cabin door, expecting Genie to come up again any moment, and I was
prepared to release the older woman, and get back into my chair,
before Genie’s [or Stanley’s] eyes would be able to be adjust to the
darkness on deck.
But the minutes slipped by, and I suppose it was a case of one in the
hand is better than two in the bush. Or if you like, a bush in the
hand is better than a bush in someone else’s hand. Oh, never mind.
Without much in the way of conscious thought, my hands roamed over her
silk blouse, up to the soft smooth skin of her neck.
Charlene sat me down on a bench, and we kissed and groped each other
in the near darkness, just as I had done with Genie so recently.
I cupped Charlene’s breasts in my hands through her clothing, lifting
them and feeling their weight.
Charlene squeezed my cock through my jeans, testing my young erection.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable with all of this, I had no way of
knowing what was going on down below. Genie was my girl; I had
brought her down here for this weekend. I felt responsible for her; I
had to know that she was all right.
Charlene must have felt me stiffen, and noticed my sudden shift of
attention. She was a very perceptive woman.
“Let’s go below, Michel. There’s a spare cabin.” She suggested
That seemed like a good idea. Genie was down there somewhere, and my
cock was like a steel rod. I had hormones pumping through my brain at
very poisonous levels, adding to the intoxicating effects of the wine
we’d all had with the meal. Below seemed like the correct direction.
Charlene led me below, and then to the right through a narrow doorway,
into a small cabin with a bunk. She wasted no time getting her arms
around my young body again, once more slipping her hands under my
T-shirt and engulfing my mouth with her’s, engulfing me with her
desire. Her desire to have my youth for her pleasure.
But Charlene and Stanley had only just got delivery of this vessel.
There was something that they didn’t know yet; that the wall between
the two cabins was as thin as paper. It had been very quiet while we
kissed, still standing in the small space between the bed and the
door. But suddenly, we heard Stanley speaking.
“You’ve got gorgeous breasts, Genie.”
We heard Genie giggle.
“So firm and tight. Let’s let them lose, shall we?”
“Do you think it’s all right Stanley? What about Michel and Charlene?
They’ll be missing us.”
“Don’t worry about them. Charlene will see to it that we’re left
alone. She knows who’s captain of this boat.”
“Really? She doesn’t mind?” Said Genie.
Charlene surrendered my mouth for a moment, and beamed at me. She put
her finger to her lips. She was obviously excited at being able to
eavesdrop on her husband and my girlfriend.
“Charlene knows that I want what I want, and I mostly get what I want.
What I want right now is you, Genie, and the only one who can deny me
is you. Would you deny me this, Genie? Should we get dressed and go
There was silence for a minute, so I assume that their mouths were
busy doing something other than talking.
“Are you shocked?” Charlene whispered in my ear.
“Yes.” I whispered back
“Sit on the bed Genie, and let’s get the rest of your clothes off.
That’s a good girl.” Stanley said.
I might have missed a bit while Charlene pulled my T-shirt over my
“What about you Stanley?” Asked Genie, quietly.
“Why, you can be a naughty little girl, Genie! Here, is this what you
wanted to see?”
I didn’t hear an answer from Genie.
Charlene’s body was shaking with laughter in my arms, and her face was
turning a bit pink, but she made no sound. Her hands on my naked back
and arms felt pleasant. The contrasting wonderful feeling of
Charlene’s attentions to me, and the dreadful feeling of Genie’s
attentions to Stanley, were pulling me in opposite directions. I
couldn’t tell how much my disorientation was due to that, and how much
was due to the heave of the boat in the light swell.
Charlene’s tongue continued its exploration of my oral cavity, and her
soft hands had pushed under my waistband to fondle my ass.
“Go on, Genie.” Stanley said, “Touch it. Hold it in your hand. That’s
it. Wow, that feels really nice. Does it excite you, holding it for
I really was shocked. Even as I surrendered myself to Stanley’s wife,
I didn’t understand how Genie could have surrendered herself to
Stanley, especially like she did, knowing [thinking] I was expecting
her above deck.
“Kiss it, Genie. I want you to kiss it for me. Don’t worry, it won’t
bite you. Go on. That’s a good girl. Now open your mouth. A little
more. Ah, that’s it, good. I like that Genie, I really do. What
pretty eyes you have.”
My belt had become unbuckled, and my jeans were sliding down over my
ass, taking my underwear with them. Cool hands, experienced hands,
eased the burning of my young genitals with their touch.
“I’ve never done that before.” Genie said.
“Really? Charlene always sucks my cock for me. It lets a guy know
you want to please him. Do you want to please me, Genie?”
“Yes.” My girlfriend answered, quietly.
I know it’s all pass� these days, but back in the ’80s, girls didn’t
give head and swallow come as soon as they grew tits, like they do
now. My cock had only briefly touched the lips of a girl before. A
light peck on the pecker, and that was it. I couldn’t help but be
impressed at how smoothly old Stanley had apparently managed to get
his penis into Genie’s young mouth.
“That feels really nice, Genie. Really nice. Take it a little deeper
in. Yes, that’s it. Now take my balls in your other hand. You’re a
good girl, Genie. Oh, yes, that’s it! good girl, Genie!”
And then, as I numbly sat on the bed, Charlene reciprocated, lowering
her rich mouth over my poor cock.
As my dick slid between her lovely lips, I surrendered all resistance.
There was no use fighting it, she had me. Stanley had Genie, and
Charlene had me. There was no stopping it, I knew it now. There was
nothing to do but enjoy the ride.
“Do you like it now, how my dick feels in your mouth?” Stanley asked
“Yes, Stanley. It’s nice.”
“Do you like the taste?”
“It doesn’t really have much taste. It has a nice texture. It feels
nice. I like the smell.”
“That’s good, you’re a fine girl, Genie. I find you very beautiful. I
want to please you, too.” He replied. “Open your legs now, Genie. All
the way. Don’t be shy now; you’ll like it, I promise.”
Soon Genie was giggling again; “It tickles!” she said.
“But it’s nice, isn’t it?” said Stanley.
“Yes.” Said Genie.
“You’ve got the most gorgeous ass, Genie.” I heard Stanley say. “And
I love the way you taste, you taste so nice and fresh.”
I’ve learned since then that just as clothes don’t have to be
revealing to be sexy, a person doesn’t have to be young to be sexy,
either. Charlene had a certain animal magnetism that I couldn’t
resist. And I suppose Stanley was the same way to Genie.
I was 18 years old, and my first blowjob didn’t take long. Charlene’s
fingers across my balls and ass, her tongue swirling around my dick;
it’s still a happy memory.
She stopped as I started to come. She held her mouth still, and held
my balls in her palm as I powerfully shot my load.
I had been lying on my back on the bunk, and she had been on her knees
between my legs, still mostly dressed.
“I’ll be right back.” She whispered in my ear, and slipped out the
She was gone for about five minutes I suppose. I became aware of the
voices from the next cabin again.
“I want to put it in you now Genie. Do you want me to do that?”
“Are you afraid, Genie? Just a little?”
“That’s ok, Genie, it’s perfectly normal. Here, I’ll just rub it
against you. Is this nice?”
“Now I want you to relax. Just lie back, and relax completely. That’s
it, good girl.
There was a short silence.
“I’m just going to push it in a short way, alright?” continued
“Oh Genie! This does feel good! Do you like it?”
“Yes! I like it, Stanley, It’s nice.”
“You’re such a sweet girl, Genie. I want to push it farther in. is
“Ok. Yes, it’s ok.”
“You have to relax, Genie, and let me in. I don’t want to force it.
Ah, that’s good! It feels so good to have my cock in you, Genie. You’
re so lovely. Does it feel good to you, Genie? Do you like it?”
“Yes, Stanley. It feels good, I like it.”
I heard an unmistakable rhythmic slapping as Stanley began fucking
“How does this feel, Genie?”
“It’s not too hard, is it?”
“No, it’s good.”
“Very good, Stanley. Very good.” Genie replied breathlessly.
I felt very alone at that moment, and very betrayed. And yet, horny. I
was starting to wonder what had happened to Charlene. I was wondering
if she had just left me there. For all I knew, she was in there with
Stanley and Genie.
The rhythm continued.
“Oh Stanley. Stanley! Oh Stanley.” Cried Genie, as she came.
“Let’s try it another way, Genie. Turn over. That’s it; now lift up on
your knees. That’s the way. You’re so gracious, the way you do as I
ask. I like that in a girl. How’s this?”
“It’s ok. I liked it better before though, to be honest, Stanley.”
“You’re a fine girl Genie.” Said Stanley. “Let’s try something else,
then. Move over a little. now you get on top. Yes, yes, that’s it. Oh,
Genie, you’re so young and tight!”
It was still going on when Charlene slipped back inside with me, to my
relief. Undressing herself in the dim light from the side lamp, she
slid her naked body over mine and onto the bunk.
As she pushed her tongue between my young lips again, it was clear
that she had rinsed my come from her mouth.
Her middle-aged breasts hung slightly low. But she had taken good
care of them during her life, and they still had shape. Her hips were
narrow, although she had nowhere near the figure of the 18-year-old
girl that her husband was screwing next-door. Her perfectly groomed
hair had a certain attraction, even if I wouldn’t have willingly
traded it for Genie’s simple straw blond head.
I never figured out how Stanley had managed to seduce Genie so quickly
and completely. It had taken me several dates to get Genie to where
she had been [apparently] prepared to be my lover. Stanley had her so
hot for him within a couple of hours, that she was willing to dump me
without a thought just so she could screw him one time. I guess she
wasn’t as attracted to me as I had thought.
But I was 18 years old, and Charlene’s charms had my dick hard again
in short order.
I found it curious myself how she could turn me on like that. Enough
to overcome my distress about the goings on next door, enough so that
I didn’t care about her age.
The smell of her perfume was rich, like she was. Her skin was so
I kissed her nipples, and brushed her belly with my lips, and she
spread her legs to let my face reach her sex.
“Do you like this position, Genie?” we heard Stanley asking.
“I liked it best the first way, Stanley. I like it when you hold me
down, like I wouldn’t be able to get away.”
“You’re first rate, Genie. I think it’s best like that as well.”
Charlene was quiet as I inexpertly licked her, while we listened first
to the thumping as Stanley and Genie rolled over, and then to Genie’s
cries of passion as the rhythmic slapping resumed in the next room;
“Yes Stanley, yes! Like that!” She cried.
They were soon joined by our rhythm. We kept completely quiet,
though, as we knew about the wall.
Charlene came; she came again. It’s always good, when a woman comes
in your arms. If only the same thing wasn’t happening in the next
We rolled over, so Charlene was on top. I toyed with her older
breasts as she rocked back and forth on my stiff young cock.
Her hair swayed back and forth with her motion, but never lost its
dignity. Her pearl necklace swung back and forth just above my chest.
The large diamond of her wedding ring glinted in the dim light.
“Are you going to come, Genie?” we heard Stanley ask.
“Yes, Stanley! Don’t stop.” replied Genie, following her words with an
indescribable guttural moan.
Intellectually, I don’t think it’s possible to really explain why I
should’ve been so upset. I was doing the same thing as Genie; I had
also been seduced by a charismatic person old enough to be my own
I came again myself, shamelessly injecting my sperm into this woman I’
d known for only a few hours. Our fingers were laced together, and she
smiled down at me, letting me know that she was happy to accept my
We dozed, as I stroked Charlene’s back and ass as she lay on top of
me, playing with my hair.
I could hear Stanley next-door, talking softly to Genie; “How do you
“That’s good. You’re not feeling any regret, then?”
“Oh no, not at all. That was absolutely amazing, I wouldn’t have
missed it for anything.”
“I won’t ever forget you, Genie. You’re a very special girl.”
The slapping had stopped.
The sudden opening of the cabin door woke me. Genie stood there,
staring opened mouthed at her lover’s wife and I in our naked embrace.
Genie was cleaned and dressed, right down to her sneakers; her straw
blond hair was brushed and tied back as it had been earlier in the
evening. Somehow, the fact that she had gotten dressed first negated
the fact that she had been the first one to betray our young
“Michel!” She exclaimed with some distress in her young voice, “How
It seems pretty funny now, after all these years. But at the time, it
wasn’t funny at all.
I can’t remember a word being spoken as I dressed, and took Genie back
to the hotel. We never touched each other again. We slept in the
double bed together, but never touched. The following day, we drove
back up to Boston. I ran into her once or twice, but whatever we had
had, we had no more.