Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2013 13:16:47 +1000 From: Paul Hart 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!