I made my way over to St . Johns and a little out of the way bar called the Hard Luck Cafe. on my fourth shift I met a man named Captain Dave. He was ... real character, very Hemmingway in appearance and age and very confident. We talked, I fed him many beers and he asked if I would like a job as his mate, he had to deliver a yacht to aruba in the next 10 days a needed help along the way. I accepted and we headed to the marina that very moment.Captain walks me down the a few docks and leads me. "My loss, I'm sure," I told her.She joked about my no-kisses policy on the way home."I'll show you where I wanted to be kissed," she said with a leer as she slid her shorts to the side. "Here's my cell number. If you get lonely this week, give Britta a call. We'll work something out."She dropped me off and I sat on the beach outside the hotel, hoping my erection would dwindle so I didn't have to tuck it into the elastic of my shorts band.My cell phone started ringing as I waited."Is it OK if I. She smiled at me as I approached herand in a loud voice said "Oh Hello.....you must be Mr. Meyer, wehave been expecting you. Are you dry now, or do you need diapersand rubber panties during the day as well." In a very soft and trembling voice I told her that I was onlyhaving a problem at night and that my wife wanted me to see if itcould be corrected. She told me to fill out the necessary papersfor insurance reasons and to have a seat till she called my name.It was then that I turned. I wanted her hand to touch my pussy, but my conscience said that it was not right, that too with a girl. This had continued for another 5-10 minutes and she got up, went to the bathroom & then she slept. After I confirmed that she was in her good sleep the image of Shalini putting her hand under skirt came in to my mind.I slowly inserted my hand into my panty and started rubbing,I had a different kind of pleasure in doing so & continued it for long time & slept like that. Next 2 days went.