Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2013 13:16:47 +1000
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: Secret Places Part 4

Secret Places Part 4


I'd described the yacht's exact location to Joan, I had papers cleared and
provisions stocked, the weather was expected to behave but still I had
butterflies in my tummy - the excitement was overwhelming...so much hung in
the balance that morning.  It was still dark outside and we'd not see dawn
for another couple of hours...I tensed as the deadline approached...nothing
then a few minutes later a slight sound of shuffled feet and then all quiet
again, going up to the rails I strained my eyes, there in the gloom two
figures, one pausing to check and then down they came, each carrying a
small piece of lugage.  Phew!  I said nothing but hastened them below, once
in the cabin I turned on the light...there the pair stood, round eyed as
they loked around them "The others know we've gone but not where...and
anyway, no one will admit to knowing anything about you - we were alone on
the beach with the group, they'll say I was acting secretive sort of -
that's all!  You see, they all wish it were them.." she had tears in her
eyes...I'd never considered that aspect.  Excusing myself to Nick I went
over and gave her a cuddle, she began to relax and then I showed them where
they could put their meager belongings, the cabin had four bunks, and I let
them choose which.  Joan asked "Which is yours?"  I showed her whereupon
she announced "Well it will do, I haven't run away with you to sleep on my
own you know!"  She hadn't yet realised that I'd have little time to spend
in my bunk on this journey!  Within fifteen minutes I had the engine
started and we nudged out from the harbour heading directly out to sea, I
wanted to be well clear of land before any alarm was raised and frankly I
wanted to be out of the shipping lanes as quickly as possible.  Taking the
occasional break from the wheel I showed them where things were, then set
out the various safety rules, these I repeated.  Next I showed them the
galley and where various provisions were to be found, all this was greeted
with wide eyed silence and only the occasional question from Joan - she was
very bright.  When I explained the system of navigation....the need to keep
careful watch particularly in the Channel's shipping lanes she began to
think. "So, you'll be pretty well without sleep..until we are clear?"  I
agreed saying the alternatives were not pretty, she undestodd and went
silent for a while "Well then, Nick can get his sleep - unless there's
anything he can do for you?"  I agreed and mentioned that later, he
probably could be useful, she seemed satisfied then "Meanwhile...I can get
you food and stuff, can't I...we will try not to get in the way though, you
must tell us if we do."

The next 24 hours were a tense time with no sleep to speak of, Joan was a
blessing, the precocious girl had a knack for knowing when to intervene,
often I'd be nudged gently and she'd be there with a warm drink.  Even when
clear of the shipping lanes concentration was still required, it was
tantalising, I desperately wanted to have her naked in my arms but when
there was time...I was simply too exhausted from my solitary watches.  As
for Nick, well I'd stocked up on electronic games...these occupied them
both for a while then at other times, hours would be spent at the ship's
rail simply observing the wake and occasionally picking out marine
life. Nearly two weeks passed without incident and then, a coastline
appeared, still heading south I made for the port.  I was of course
expected and the boat was directed to the private berth I'd used
previously.  Within the hour the final business transaction took place,
this time it was different - I was offering a massive 25% discount.  Wide
eyed, the representative asked "Very nice but what for???"  I called to
Joan and Nick, gesturing to them I put it delicately..."I would like, if at
all possible - for these two guests of mine to have ...proper papers for
this country, as you know I already have citizenship...so something
appropriate perhaps?  That is why I wish to show some small
appreciation...if it can be done..."  My friend thought briefly
"Immigration or Home Authorities, either one....they will send someone to
see you, with goodwill I am sure there should be no problem - tomorrow
perhaps?"  I scribbled down the names and approximate dates of birth. A bit
later, he departed...a very satisfied man - he'd reap the kudos from his
chief for arranging the discount...and both Immigration and Home
Authorities did exactly what his chief decreed.  With that concluded...I
apologetically made my excuses to Joan...stumbled into bed and was out like
a light, at some stage, she slipped in beside me.

Polite tapping above awoke me, Joan had been up for some time and I could
see she'd tidied up various things, slipping on a robe I headed up, my
visitor was earnestly clutching a zippered hold-all "Good afternoon sir...I
am instructed to deliver these...if happy...would to please sign here, here
and here?"  The nervous young fellow looked at me hopefully, I remembered
my manners here and rummaged around for a suitable denomination and handed
him the note...he beamed.  Quickly I examined the documents and
gulped....they were two passports, one for my 12 year old wife, and the
other for my nephew...they'd obviously decided it would be easier to use my
surname for them too!  I found something to eat and got dressed, this was
going to be interesting.  Joan and Nick were up on deck surveying the
exotic scenes and bustling docks, it would all have been brand new to them,
the sun, the warmth, the mix of languages and dress.  "Is everything OK
then?"  They had of course seen the messenger arrive. I smiled and handed
her the two documents, she stiffened then told Nick "This, this says Nick,
that you had better start calling him 'Uncle' from now on...think you can
remember that?"  He grinned and nodded.  She then turned to the other
document - and went pale, paused in thought then blurted "This one is wrong
- I'm not yet 12!"  Patiently I explained to her "Here, 12 is the minimum
age for marriage and they couldn't have allowed anything underaged now
could they?" She had already taken it in of course, she was simply
stunned...."So, so, it's OK for us to be...you know...well together like
and in public??"  I nodded, yes perfectly OK, and there will be some very
jealous blokes around too!  She squealed and threw her arms around me "I
can't believe it...I just can't...Nick, we're married...oh golly, I never
thought...I hoped we could have fun, yes but this, it's incredible....so we
can stay here too?"  Shortly after, we went shopping for clothes.

That evening, rested and relaxed I eyed up my young bride, from the clothes
we'd bought she had selected something light and colourful...she preened
and postured asking me how she looked..I made appropriate noises...yes she
was extremely attractive and as I held out my arms she skipped over and
nestled down, face upturned for a kiss.  It lasted a long time..."Darling,
now...we are legally married...we don't have to hide anything do we...I
mean...you can have me anytime, can't you?"  I agreed and began to caress
her smooth flanks, my hand inevitably slipping between her thighs "By the
way..not that it's important now but...how old are you exactly?"  She
thought, frowned then answered "'Exactly' is a problem, for Nick too
because we don't know....best they could work out is I'm about 11 .. Nick
is maybe 9 or 10".  There was silence for a while as I continued to fondle
her.  Suddenly she laughed, "Do you remember how it started, with you
eyeing me off - between my legs, you were worried the others might see?
Well there's no one to see now...I really enjoyed that..so - how about it?"
Joan lay back and lifted her skirt while spreading her legs and bending the
knees "Here is this OK?  She was wearing silk panties now and grasping the
waist, she pulled them up tight, her mound was clearly outlined, I gulped
and couldn't take my eyes off her, seeing the effect, Joan released them
and then twitched the material away from a thigh...now her mound was
exposed to my view, I was hard "OK darling...my turn to look...unzip and
let me watch you doing it to yourself?"  I began to masturbate in front of
her...with a little secret smile, she dipped a finger between her pussy
lips and began to play with herself "It's fun watching...isn't it...I like
this, feels VERY sexy with us both doing it...do I look sexy?  Forget it,
you're only looking at my pussy aren't you?  Well watch this then" With her
spare hand the girl parted her blouse and tugged it down from a
shoulder...her nipple stared at me "See, it already wants to play and when
I do this....it stands up...and wants more..."

We both continued to enjoy the sights, there was no hurry, no fear of
discovery - I had her all to herself with little brother engrossed with his
new toys next door.  Except....I needed more of her, I wanted hands on that
little plump body, to explore her secret places, cupping my hand I placed
it on her smooth pussy, she grinned up at me "Feels nice does it?  Well
it's all yours now, officially too...and they say I'm 12 - so old!"  She
giggled "Tell you what...it isn't the only hole I've got you know, there
are two others you can use whenever you want..."  "This will do me for now
my darling..and I'm still getting used to your lovely pussy aren't I?  Do
you know, you must be the juiciest girl ever, you feel delicious" I'd
plunged a couple of fingers into her, they came out dripping "Keep doing
that please, I like it when you do that" and she thrust her pelvis upwards
- it looked wonderfully erotic.  "Well, we can do anything we like now,
can't we" She suggested "Here let me hold it...and it's mine, all mine now
isn't it...what does he want to do - I wonder?  Perhaps he wants to come
and say 'hello'?"  Lying back she spread her thighs and drew me closer in
between them "I'm feeling...well, romantic, randy...whatever...do I look
sexy?"  "Look I can barely speak, I feel all funny and look what you're
doing, I'm dribbling all over the place...hold still there" I pointed my
penis at her juicy slit, she looked at me expectantly....lifting her legs I
began easing in to her, I lifted her legs further and she gripped my waist
with them, again I marveled at how deep I was able to penetrate, then I
began slow thrusts...she lay looking at me with eyes shining "See, you can
do anything with me...that you could...with a grown up....yes, keep on like
that, I like it like this..."  As I fucked her she began to play with her
clitoris..it produced amazing results after a while, her back arched and
she collapsed gasping...again she got busy with her fingers...she tensed
and went bright red as shudders racked her...her juices made a shiny patch
around her mound...and I could hear us clearly, then I briefly remembered
the intense excitement when first we met...and I glimpsed the outline of
that lovely pussy beneath her costume, now I had her naked, legs wide
apart...and panting....my prick was embedded in that beautiful, smooth
little pussy - Bliss - and after all, I was only fucking my wife!