I was quite pleased with myself, but I’d be even happier once I got mine.I started going again, nothing too hard or fast, but steady long strokes in...and out. I switched back to her snatch and as soon as I slid in I felt it. That feeling you get when you know you’re going to cum. I wasn’t going to cum YET, but it was that feeling when you transition from ‘I like sex, this feels nice’ to ‘oh fuck that’s it, I’m almost there’. It’s your body letting you know that if you continue with what you’re. Wanting more, I grab both tits and squeeze hard. My pussy contracts, protesting that my deft fingers left it. I turn back to the pole, wrap one leg around it and rub my pussy on it, the cold steel making me almost orgasm right away. Letting out a loud moan, I wrap my hand around my tit and pinch my nipple, the other hand following the pole on my pussy and rubbing my clit hard. Most of the men, at this point, are out of their seats and rubbing themselves faster on their jeans. Now all I want. Both were rather plain. He was mostly bald, she was heavy-ish. She was also something of a flirt – not so assertive as to piss her old man off but enough to draw me in.We all got pretty drunk. As is so often the case when drinking beer – nature calls often. The woman revealed that she needed to pee so I escorted her to the head. The only one vacant was off the tiny two-bunk cabin assigned to the Sailing Master and the Coxswain who were both ashore. Gentleman that I was, I stood guard while. When I spotted an old Army helmet I asked if it were his. He then told me about his time in the Swedish Army. He said he was part of Special Forces. I probably would have believed anything, but he showed me a photo album to prove it.While looking at the photos he told me he was glad that I spent so much time with Eric. Immediately I got nervous. He asked if Eric bothered me. I shrugged and said no, not really. “He told me he licked you is that true”? I hesitated. It was hard to lie when Eric.