I kissed my way down her slender body, taking the scenic route to map out Mel’s erogenous zones, all the while savouring her delicious natural body ...mell.Eventually, as I approached the cause of the sticky patch on my stomach, Mel’s natural smell became overpowered by the musky scent of her arousal. Kissing my way in a circle around the outside of Mel’s pussy, the soft skin of my face detected a couple of stubbly patches. That was inevitable when the shavee was unable to sit still, but it was. As I staggered out of bed and began to pull some clothes on, Charley – another of my friends – appeared at the bedroom door. ‘You want any coffee?’ he asked, almost casually as if it was a normal everyday occurrence for him to have spent the night at my house. ‘Please,’ I replied. ‘Did you all stay the night?’ ‘No, just Jean and me. I hope you don’t mind. We’ve got a rota worked out for the next few days. Barry and Marie-Lise didn’t think you should be alone for a while.’ ‘Why? Do they think. ‘I didn’t think you knew the word negligee, let alone what one looks like.’ ‘Okay then, how about a tight, white, tank top- you know, the things rednecks named Bubba wear, except it would look a hell of a lot better on her than it would on Bubba-‘ John laughed out loud. ‘Shut up.’ ‘Fuck yeah, a really close fitting tank like that, one that hugs her tits like it was painted on and you can see the shadow of her nipples through the material… ooh, and little white panties- no… no, a g-string,. After dinner we six met in the lounge for cocktails and dancing to a live orchestra. Hmmm, orchestra? Titanic? Nahh we're too far south to worry about that. Besides we were sailing in the Caribbean and not the north Atlantic. While standing by the rail we noticed that the water was so clear that I swear you could almost see the bottom. The breeze of the salt air was refreshing as we stood there holding each other in the dark enjoying the solitude and each other. Cathy gave me the look and I.