Yes, reluctantly

“I do think it would be for the best.” Julien said with more calm and resolve than he actually felt. “Under the circumstances.” He reluctantly pushed away the image of this suntanned blonde woman on his lap, embedded on his hard pole as he sucked hungrily on her golden tits.

“If you insist.” Cindy smiled cheekily before she added “Just don't you go around complaining about what a tease I am.” Julien knew all about teases. In fact almost all of the debutants his grandmother arranged for the twins to meet certainly qualified as super-teases. The perfumed bosoms of these eligible ladies lifted by tight corsets and peaking from lace bodices on display but nearly always unavailable had caused him to lose many hours of sleep. With Cindy though there were no games, just an honest straight-forward offering of her delightful body. Landers he was an idiot to pass up on her offer.

“Agreed then.” Julien replied wondering if she really thought he was the type of man that would share details of his romantic adventures with his friends or if it was just her way. Would he have any romantic adventures with her to share? He had been able to mostly resist her so far, but he was a man after all, and if this stunningly sexual beauty kept teasing him he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to resist her. At least there weren't many places onboard Captain Kilgore's small schooner with enough privacy for Cindy and him to continue their adventures.

“OK Sailor.” Cindy interrupted his daydreaming “Let's get back to your lessons.” And then she added quickly with a playful smile that made his heart skip a beat. “Sailing lessons that is.”

After that the trip back went smoothly. Cindy showed him how to wear the boat when changing from one windward bearing to the next tack, and after he demonstrated that slow but safer method of turning with the wind she demonstrated coming about by steering into the wind to tack.

“We'll almost always tack the skiff and the schooner, but the heavy Veertor frigates and galleons usually wear when they beat into the wind.” She explained before making a crude comment about the piss poor seamanship of the Veertor Navy.

“What about the Cryn?” Julien asked after he completed his second successful tack. He found that every time he wasn't thinking about something else his mind wandered to the moment when Cindy came all over his fingers. She was by far the most uninhibited woman he had ever been with - well almost been with.

“Oh, they're much better.” Conceded Cindy. “At least that's what Aunt Caire says, but they still sail gun-heavy frigates for the most part and we'll be able to sail much closer to the wind than they can.”

Cindy put Julien through several more drills on their way home raising and dousing the sail a few times and practicing shifting the helm several more times. By the time they were approaching Red's seaside cottage both of them were feeling much more relaxed.

“I guess that's all the sailing lessons we have time for now Julien.” Cindy told him as they changed course for the final time heading into the sheltered bay and towards the sandy beach. “Lessons of any kind.” She added wistfully and Julien remembered their earlier encounter with a rush of trepidation. Could Red pick up on what he had done, if so how would she react to his most improper treatment of her niece?