The Magic of our Love

Our love making turns from raw passion to true love discovered on a long boat trip
Good Grief Part 4

She started her new job at the college and was rapidly promoted to technical editing with two assistants, and one assistant who was training students in editing. Since her job served different research groups and departments, she was part of the administration and her offices were in the administration building. She had a very nice office suite with both a desk area and an informal meeting area. Her assistants were in separate offices outside hers. She was enjoying getting organized even to the stage of getting new clothes for the job. We talked a lot in the evenings home and she told me that she was selecting her office clothes now had a purpose of her feeling the sensuality that she enjoyed around me and that I felt when with her while at the same time be professionally dressed. She said she enjoyed the challenge and found it possible to satisfy all of those desires as modest as she had to be at work.

As part of the administration serving such a large number of groups she got invited to many social affairs that often included dinners at the club. It was almost an obligation to bring their partners to these and I got to attend more occasions with her meeting more people than in the sciences department. I’d forgotten what a diverse group of people and interests even at a small college and the occasions were a challenge to me to develop new social graces that a never had. She was having the same problem but we worked together on it and were beginning to feel comfortable with this. We learned to converse with other couples and if we began to feel estranged we would move close to each other where our feelings for each other would reduce the strangeness.

There were many formal occasions on campus such as concerts, plays and recitals that required more formal attire and she felt comfortable wearing more sensual clothing that brought us together. There was always her shapely black slip-looking silky long dress that made her beautiful breasts more public. As it got closer to winter she brought an off-white warmer version that was tighter fitting than the black one and balanced the shape of her well rounded breasts with the rounding of her bottom which the dress curved under to emphasized her thighs from there on down. It also exposed more of her back than the black one. Even this gown was not over-dressed for most of the people who attended the entertainment occasions. We had selected shirts, ties and scarves to formalize my clothing and I would sometimes wear a tuxedo. Being part of the administration she had good heads-up what the dress for the occasions was. She also got a kick out of people reminding her to bring her charming partner too. We had both found new growth and life in our short time together.

Often after the social events we would get home late and head to bed. She had the bedroom built into more of a sitting-changing area and sleeping area. We could change for bed together while talking and relaxing together. Our intense sexual life had taken on a new maturity. We would get into bed and cuddle together usually with her choosing that we be face to face in which case I would swing my top leg over her bottom one and she would put her other leg on that or she would curl up with her back to me so in either case the end of my cock would be just touching her vulva which to both of us was an important part of our coupling and being privately close together. How intense it got from there on either when going to bed, or in the morning or almost subconsciously during the night was almost automatically determined by a common level of feelings at the time. We laughingly called it pre-determined unplanned spontaneity.

We seldom got together on campus during the work day except for an occasional lunch at the club. This day she called me and asked that I come over and have lunch with her in her office because she had some questions about my monograph manuscript. I went at noon , entered and she told me that everyone else were down at the conference center arranging one. She led me to the couch in her meeting area with the manuscript and began to tell me what she found. She said that she worked on it as if it was a technical and mathematical treatise. She said that as she read through it more she began to detect certain poetry to the way it was put together and read, then as she worked on it more she could detect a certain feeling from it that she never had when working on other texts. It was not only the poetry and beauty with which it was written but her feeling it was me passing on my sensual feelings to her and she was really sensually turned on more and more by it. I listened and looked but only sensed what she was talking about when she leaned on me with that combination of a big smile and tears in her eyes saying she felt that I had her in my mind when writing. She brought me closer for a tighter hug and kiss. I just needed you here with me with all of this welling up inside as she unbuttoned her suite top pushing my head down into her breasts. I moved where I could feel and hold one and suckle on the other like she enjoyed while she unhooked her bra for more freedom and room. She was crying wit joy and trembling telling me not to stop as she slid down on the couch pulling up her skirt saying please hurry I want you so badly right now. She was pushing down her panties and opening my pants while sliding under me and putting my erection into her. Do me hard and fast please, I am just so turned on by what you’ve done and want to feel it inside me!! We went hard and furious as long as we could both hold out with her convulsing with orgasms until I exploded inside her and then we both relaxed with me on top of her almost naked body. We hugged and kissed and fondled lightly until we came back to the present from a very nice upper occasion.

She got herself organized in her clothes while eating lunch with joyous smiles saying that having lunch together in her office could become habit forming. She said it occurred to her that maybe we should take a break from school and the house for a vacation together where we can be more spontaneous and have more time to enjoy each other. I thought this was a splendid idea and would see what I could come up with.

We finally decided to take a trip to the southeast passage in Alaska on a small 60 passenger excursion boat. We spent our time before the trip making travel arrangements and shopping for the proper all weather clothes. The clothes’s shopping was always fun with her. We got silken undergarments with her getting a couple different types of built in bra tops, all weather shirts, and pants that could be converted to shorts at the pull of a zipper. We got ourselves convenient light backpacks and she found a black smooth all weather sweater to go with the skirt for dressy occasions. We could pack all our essential clothing in the backpacks as carry ons and place the rest of our needs in a check-in. she arranged for the college alumni travel people to make flight arrangements, a hotel in Juneau beginning a few days before boat departure time, and an open departure. Along with a few alumni couple five other faculty couples joined the trip. Neither of us had made a long air trip in a long time and felt good doing it together. We got to Juneau and our hotel very late on our home time but early for Alaskan time which was a four hour difference. We got to our room, showered together and snuggled in bed going sound asleep until we were woken by the early morning sun. We had some breakfast sent to the room and after eating crawled back in bed for more sleep and time adjustment. We woke again with our strong morning passions for each other and as we kissed and hugged she crawled on top of me and slowly let my erection slip into her juiced up cunt. She breathed a deep sigh of joy and relaxation as we let her own vagina expand and contract to numerous climaxes for her and eventually my release.

We dressed in our all weather clothes to walk around Juneau to see the sites; all eight blocks of them. It got toward lunch time and we went to a local tavern recommended to us and enjoyed a leisurely lunch as the weather changed from sun to rain off and on through the afternoon. A coupe from our group joined us and we stayed and chatted with them into the late afternoon. It was pouring rain when we all decided to go back to the hotel and decided to take a cab rather than endure the weather anymore.

Back at the hotel we took a long warm shower together enjoying drying each other off and crawled back into bed to cuddle, get warm and sleep a little more. With the weather so bad we decided along with some of the other school group to dine in the hotel restaurant. She put on her front buttoned all weather skirt with her black thong under it and her black silken sweater over it. The magic words came out; got a hug? I hugged her pulling my hands out along her braless breasts as she heaved with relaxation, and then down her bottom which felt as smooth and naked as it usually did when we were dressing for each other. She said jokingly that she had the option to decide the sweater and skirt bottom arrangements to bring me to her level of excitement.

We joined the others for dinner along with the boat trip organizer who I remembered from many years previously. Ah, the geologist, he said. And your group has an anthropologist, a sociologist expert on the local culture, and a literary scholar who is expert on writing trip stories. He said he was arranging each of us to give one of the on-board evening lectures and would follow up with the local background. After dinner a few of us including the trip organizer retreated to the adjoining lounge. She looked stunning, soft and warm and I had trouble keeping my eyes off her as she talked with the different people as others took turns dancing or sitting. The trip organizer asked her to dance, she looked at me knowing her state of under-dress and I nodded that he was an okay guy. He was a smooth and gentle and both enjoyed dancing together. She and I danced together holding each other very closely and her whispering that she hoped we could hold out until it became less crowded so we can enjoy each other the way we like to on a dance floor. We swapped partners with other of the school party some of which were relaxed dancers others who were not.

The fewer dancers on the floor the fewer sweater and skirt buttons in place. There were few enough that we finally got to do our favorite where I would twirl her from my arm to in front of me and pull her tightly back. When she twirled her skirt spun open where her legs were visible to just below her thong waist band. I could see it and it was sensuous. Others started watching too. We were out of breath and full of passion after that when a slower dance was played and we were holding each other tightly with my hands under her skirt holding her naked bottom pulling her in as tightly as I could while she ground her pussy against my erection. We would go back and sit down close to each other while she unbuttoned more of her sweater where I could see her cleavage and stiffened nipples that also bulged out her sweater. Finally she said she was ready to turn in, we fell on the bed with our clothes on but with little buttoned up and fell asleep in each others arms while I was holding one of her breasts and she held my crotch.

We woke with the morning of pouring rain showing in our window. We sat on the couch looking out the window watching what harbor activity we could see through the fog and doing a little morning smooching and cuddling. We ordered up breakfast as we changed into our all weather clothes. Breakfast came and she came out of the dressing room wearing the same color shirt I was and the same tan all-weather pants that could be converted to shorts quickly. We both had our silks on under them. We sat looking out the window again as she sat aside me with her breasts nicely shaping her shirt and her pants fitting smoothing across her bouncing butt. While sitting there she showed me her silky halter top which allowed her to show her cleavage when unbuttoning her shirt, and for further satisfaction she showed me how she could further unbutton her silky halter to give me further enjoyment. She directed my hands into it and I could feel her firm breasts and taught nipples. She gasped a relaxing breath as I fondled her softly saying she thought we would both enjoy the halter.

A number of the faculty wives admired her all weather clothes the previous evening and asked her to take them shopping to see that they got the real stuff. She took them to the women’s department in an outfitter store while I met and lunched with the small faculty group. The faculty discussions were enjoyable and several mentioned how much our interests from different fields overlapped with common interest and would it not be nice if we could find time to share our ideas back at the college. When one listened to an exchange between others a third would pipe up with a new and challenging idea. The women returned and she joined us while the others went to change. I asked how it went and she said very nice; all with almost the same garments she brought but of different colors. They came down and entered the room as if they were modeling their new clothes all wearing the long skirt that buttoned down the front, the all weather shirt, and as some of them walked around buttoning and unbuttoning the shirt the same halter top. The men stood up smiled and complemented them on their choices and how splendid they looked. A couple of them said they could not wait until they got on the dance floor this evening and learn some of our steps. Another said why wait? Maybe we could find the band now. Some of the women sat in their partners laps while they helped us finish our lunch. And we planned to get together for dinner again. Everyone was tired and drifted off to their rooms for a nap. We went to our room and I said her shopping venture looked like it went really good. Yes she said, they also all brought a silken sweater like the one she had and short silky all weather undergarments with a slit in the crotch to wear under the convertible pants, and a warm silky slip like dress which she had shown them. They should enjoy that.

We met for dinner as planned. Every one was wearing the silky button sweater and their long skirt like my loves black one. We all sat around one table and the buttoning unbuttoning had begun. Only two were wearing their halter under the sweater. The rest let their breasts shape it. Some even were showing their excitement with tightened nipples pushing against the sweater, and some had unbuttoned enough that their cleavage and breasts could be seen. Some couples went to the dance floor even while we were still eating dinner and chatting. There was a lot of very close dancing going on with hugging and kissing. They would come back showing a sense of passion and enjoyment feeding each other and other displays of affection. We danced a couple of times and a few would follow our steps showing as much open skirt and legs as we did. When they came back there would be more unbuttoned than buttoned.

They were thanking us for making this trip more than planned. One suggested that they should ask the captain to marry us. Another responded that any bonding of our partnership should be held on campus in the main hall were everyone could come and enjoy the most talked about love match seen there in a long time. All liked the latter idea. We noticed that when many of the couples got up to leave they would assume our favorite position of the wife backing into her husband and bring his hands up under her breasts as they swayed slowly back and forth exchanging hugs and smiles between them. Most seemed relaxed with held breasts exposed and unbuttoned skirts flowing back and forth to show bare thighs and legs. Many were finding the cuddling passion and warmth between themselves that we had known for a long time.

The next day we were packing our bags to be moved to the boat. We had chosen a large suite on the boat with a larger bed and its bath separated from a sitting room that looked out over the water. The latter actually served another purpose of different people stopping by to discuss the trip or show us gifts they had purchased. We were considered by many to be the trip organizers for the college. We met in the lounge before dinner to catch up on procedures for the trip. She announced that the accompanying faculty will each separately sit at different tables for lunch and dinner and would be available in the lounge before dinner for further discussions. The only exception would be the last night when the faculty and partners would sit together at one table. The trip alumni were really pleased with a chance to talk to old faculty they had studied under and catch up on their present activities and their different views of Alaska .

We finally got up to our suite on the first deck. It had a separate bed-bath and closet room and a sitting area where we could look out of a window viewing the sea. We were getting concerned that the intensity and frequency of our sex was loosing its passion and began listening to quiet music together while enjoying looking at each other with light finger touching all of which was very soothing and gave us new common feelings. She got out the player while we crawled in bed wearing our thermal underwear shorts and thermal tops. Her top was her halter that she had come to enjoy. We slept through the night and woke in the morning to the room speaker announcement of breakfast and the upcoming Tracey glacier. We pulled on our all weather shirts and pants that could easily be converted to shorts and our outer vests and went down to join everyone for the morning’s activities. As the morning passed, I got sleepy and went to our suite to take a nap, she later joined me and we cuddled on the bed. She woke and asked me what I thought about the suggestion that we celebrate our partnership at the college in the big main hall? I said I thought it was a great idea to walk through the crowd with you in a beautiful white dress and long train with you on my arm repeating a vow of passion and love we wrote ourselves. She paused for a while, crawled over and hugged me so we could cuddle and kiss.

We slid into our outer all weather clothes again covered by our vests and went out on the deck with her backing into me and holding my hands under her breasts as we came to enjoy. We went back to change for dinner hour for which I kept on my all weather shirt and pants and she changed to her long skirt and a different color all weather shirt with a matching halter thermal underneath it. She enjoyed unbuttoning it and the top to show me what she knew I enjoyed. I held her for a moment while she slipped my hand into it. Most of the faculty women were wearing their front buttoned long skirts and it almost like there was communications between them so no two wore the same color. We talked with the alumnae and partners who had a lot of questions and comments. After dinner there was the get-together where the trip-coordinator would summarize what we saw that day, particularly the sea life, and this was followed by a short presentation and question and answer exchange with one of the faculty.

That was typical of the days as we made our way out to and up Chatham strait to the inner channel on the way to Sika. Along the way there would be an announcement where different sea life were appearing and people would move from one side of the deck to the other. I was following the geology and currents along the channel and passage ways. Some of the other faculty conversed with us about our backgrounds and spiritual notions. He concluded that the closest organized church that would cover our interests was the Russian Orthodox Church, and, he continued there was a historic one in Sika so maybe we should get married while there. She spoke up saying, that we decided to have it in the big main hall on campus as soon as we can write our own vows and they would have to come from deep inside us. He said that could take a long time. She said it has been a long time for us to get back together and we have a lot of healing within and between ourselves that we intend to do. This spread among the faculty wives and they would show up in the sitting area to discuss love and life with her. She would listen and talk about our building our bonding with music we both enjoyed while in the quiet of our bed. They loved it and kept coming back for more discussions. During their discussions I would often be taking a nap with my earphones on for my own peace and quiet.

We asked the captain to please keep the speaker on in our room for the passage through to Sitka so we knew where we were and how the passage was made. The young female skipper did the 12 pm to 4 am and she was very happy to do so. We found out that the head captain was on watch during difficult passages like that. We sat together in our sitting room where we could wake up when they told us to look out our window and move on deck if there were more to see. We would go out and look then go back to the sitting room to snuggle to keep warm. The general morning announcement was that we had a couple of hours to wait to enter and dock in Sika. We retreated to our bed room area to dry off and get warm after a somewhat cold and damp night. I stretched out on the bed until I was woken by hearing our shower running. The shower had a glass door and I could see her naked body clearly through it. I took some pictures of her in the shower window and she was beautiful as ever. She came out to dry off and I showed her the pictures. She liked them and asked that I take some of her drying off. She enjoyed draping herself different ways in the towel, even dropping it to the floor for some full nude shots as she knew I would enjoy. She then crawled in bed to get warm. We missed the regular breakfast time but knew we could always get something to eat whenever we wanted in the lounge.

For the day in Sika we decided to wear the shorts part of our outer weather pants along with our outer matching weather shirts wear our rain coats and carry our rain pants because even though it was going to be rainy it would still be warm. The shorts would make it easy to slip on and off the rain pants to stay comfortable. We went down for lunch and as we entered the dining room someone said quite loudly you too look like you stayed up all night. She backed up against me, took my arms and curled them up under her breast, and moved a little from side to side repeating that yes we were up all night and enjoyed every minute of it either in our room or on the deck. A number of them clapped and one of the wives said to her husband they should try that some time.

We went with a few other faculty and some alums to the Russian orthodox church. One of the faculty gave its history and reconstruction as an historical landmark. Even though it has been refurbished the tour of its inside sculpture and carvings in the beams and columns was totally absorbing. Another went on about the Russian occupation of Alaska , how they brutally kept the native population in line to work in their fur trade and some history of the trade itself. The religion scholar and his wife stood by us and whispered that he could still arrange a wedding here for us this after noon and we admitted it was almost tempting.

We saw a few other historic places in Sitka like a reconstruction of the Russian government building, the house where the Russian governor lived, and of course Sheldon Jackson College which was both an undergraduate college and business school. We headed back to the boat to dry off and watch the busy harbor where sea planes landed and took off aside of fishing boats going into the processing plants and then back out to the fishing grounds. Some of this we watched from out sitting room, and some time out on deck. We missed the tourist blocks as much as possible. Dinner hour brought the faculty wives in their long button down front skirt which almost every woman on the boat was now wearing along with different kinds of outer tops. We joined another group of alums for dinner that had lots of questions and comments on the Russian occupation that went well into the evening.

We headed back to our room with the room speakers from the bridge turned on as had by now a few of the other rooms and alternately woke up and slept as their announcements came in for the trip back through the narrow passage to Glacier Bay lodge. We sat on the couch in the darkened sitting room curled up with her legs over mine and her leaning against me. She started to gently stroke my hair and face with her finger tips and I gently slid my hind under her skirt up toward her crotch. She quivered with alternate joy and relaxation the further I stroked up her leg. She moved my face unto one of her breasts and my hand on the other. I felt the latter with my hand and when her nipples became erect she asked me to suckle her. I did very gently as I felt her convulse with deep sigh and then felt her cunt throb with climaxes. The speakers would come on and interrupt us but we did not stop. She felt down for my cock and began to stroke it, and then pulling away said lets got to the bedroom where we turned off the speakers and turned on the quiet music we enjoyed together. She slipped of her skirt and short panties, and unbuttoned her outer skirt and halter garment but keeping them on for warmth. I slipped off mine too. We lay there gently kissing and touching each other with the quiet sound of the music while she held my erection. She placed me on my back and crawled on top slowly lowering her self onto me. Don’t move she said, very slowly and let nature have it’s way. I could feel her cunt tighten and relax around my cock several times as she was having orgasm after orgasm. She would lay down placing her breast over my mouth and I would suckle getting her going again very quietly and relaxed with the music. This went on for some time before she sat up on me with an arched back asking please fill me, please as she convulsed some more and her alternately squeezing and releasing my cock. With out motion, I suddenly ejaculated into her as many times before. Exhausted we roll over asleep with her back to me and the end of my softened cock stuck against her moistened virgina. We slept closely like that through the rest of the night knowing that she did back onto my hard, have a climax and me a release of what little was left. Toward the morning she must have turned over because when I woke we were in quiet embrace. How calm and peaceful this was with the wonderful music in the background. She said that thank goodness we no longer have to achieve the heights of the 1812 overtures every time we had sex relations. She then put in the beautiful Jerome Kerns musical “Roberta” that we enjoyed listening to that expressed in musical voice that we thought explained our experience of growing love, passion and intimacy.

We were going to be on the boat all day heading to Glacier Bay Lodge for a day time visit and evening lecture at the lodge before heading to its head glacier overnight. We were on the deck with our warm outer clothes and thermal vests on open loosely when it was warm and zippered up when cold. If it rained we ducked into the boat. A few of the couples who had the captains speakers on to see the night time locations looking like they did not sleep all night told us what a great experience that was and thanked us. John, the trip coordinator, stopped by and told us that on our return down glacier bay he was getting off for an overnight to go see his family in Gustivus and since we had made this trip so easy for him he wanted us to join him, stay with his family, and learn what it is like to be an Alaskan the other eight months of the year. He said the cruise that night would be up the inlet to Skagway so we would not miss seeing much and we would fly with him from Gustivus to Skagway during the day and see the inlet from the air with an entirely fresh perspective. We were delighted with the offer and said we would go with him and would plan on it.

We went down to lunch with a number of the other captain listening people all looking like we had no sleep when as we entered the room someone pointed out the group saying it looked like we were up all night. The wives of those who were backed into their husbands, placed their husbands arms around them under their breasts as we did too saying it was the greatest time. My love went a bit further of letting her vest slip over her shoulders as she brought my arms up making it quite obvious what I was holding open joining the pleasure comments.

We reached Glacier Bay lodge and went ashore to take out a two passenger kayak. We were accompanied by an instructor in his kayak as required. He lay out our path continually on the look out for sea life for us to see or so large they could flip the kayak if we got too close. His main concern was our safety and looked for safe places to land to see beach life, or to get away from a sudden storm or change in winds. He was in touch with the lodge letting them know where we were in case they needed to sent out a motor boat to get us back. It was a fantastic trip as we paddled well together took pictures of everything and enjoyed the water level view of what we had seen from a higher deck. It was different, excelerating and wet. By the time we got back to the lodge we were soaked through. We went and sat by the fire close together to keep each other warm and doing another favorite thing which was watching the other people and sometimes talking with them since our casual conversation was rapidly improving.

We got back to the boat and headed to our shower to warm up together. We hung up our wet clothes to dry threw on bathrobes and crawled under the comforter on the bed to warm up. We dozed off and were waken by the supper call. She dressed quickly wearing her flowery skirt and suitable top with hardly anything on under them. She was warm by now as we entered the dining room with the flaps of her skirt parting to show her legs as she walled. Others had dressed similarly for the evening. We found ourselves dozing off during the evening lecture, retreated to our suite and crawled into bed just letting our clothes fall on the floor. We were so tired from the kayaking that we quickly fell sound asleep holding hands but leaning against each other side by side to keep warm.

We woke to the sun, put on our long thermals and outer all weather clothes to go out on deck and see the spectacular site of the main glacier at the head of the bay still many miles away. Others gathered watching even from that distance the face of the glacier calve large chunks into the water and after some pause hear the sound of the crunch and splash. We heard over the speaker system that it would be a little over an hour before we could move closer while we waited for a much larger tour boat leave near the face so it would be a good time for breakfast. People were alternately eating and running up to the deck to catch the view. Someone explained for about the third different reason why the glacier ice was blue. Others commented on how fast the air temperature changed depending if the wind was blowing up or down the glacier.

Back up on deck the boat moved into its position carefully maneuvering amongst the ice bergs and sometimes hearing the scraping of one along the hull. It got as close the face as it could for as long as it could. It then turned slowly to the west side looking at the JHU glacier; our graduate school alma mater. John the coordinator asked me to say a few words about it. I started out by reminding people that some of the glaciers were growing and some retreating and this could even change from year to year. I then pointed out that the JHU glacier had been retreating until shortly after investigations of its status started several years ago by some JHU scientists. Since then it has been found to be the fastest growing glacier in this part of Alaska . Its growth and size is attributed a shift in storm patterns across the mountain range with the more moisture laden storms crossing over the JHU glacier field on top of the mountains. Of course JHU researchers always held out for spectacular things.

The boat slowly worked its way around the head of the bay and then back down going from side to side depending on what there was to see and idling when there was a lot to see. During the afternoon the faculty women and a few alum women crowded into our sitting area and I went down in the lounge. I asked later what was the topic for the day and she said self-help books again; what did we use? I pointed out the we found more real life love and passion and interaction in good old fashioned fiction books than in the self-help books. She said she pointed out Stephanie Laurens “the perfect lover” for good physical intimacy and Ian McEwan’s “On Chesil Beach” which related a “first time” experience that probably weighs on almost any couple. Those who had read them or reviews of them thought they were splendid choices. Someone suggested again that she should start a blog site to help people recover their loveness and passion and charge for advice. She said to me later that she probably could find students that could provide them with answers.

We arrived back at the lodge filled our backpack with two nights of personal supplies and went with John the coordinator to his large cab truck. I encouraged her to take the front seat since she was best at asking questions and keeping the conversation going while I was still the lecturer type. The road quickly became a gravel path and we went in and out of rain storms. John told us that he was born and went to school in Gustivus and then to Montana to study tourism guiding and business management. He met his wife there and they stayed on a few years. He had trouble finding a job while she worked he said. She asked that they take a trip back to Gustivus to visit where he grew up and meet some of his friends and relatives. He said that when they arrived the Alaskan “fever” hit her and she wanted to stay. Very quickly he was busy with his tourism work and she became part of it. They built a house together not much larger than a small apartment with outdoor plumbing and spent the non-winter days storing firewood, food including hunted animals and fish mostly salmon and haddock. They stored fruits and vegetables that came in by ferry as did most oft their supplies. As they had children they would add a room to the house and eventually installed indoor plumbing. We arrived at his house and met his wife and the smaller children that were still home. His older children were either off to college in the US or hustling the tourist trade in any number of cities. He after a dinner of game food they showed us to our room which had two bunk beds shoved side by side.

In the morning the four of us got into his truck and he took us up and down every road out of Gustuv and then into some of the wilderness areas looking for animals and birds. We stopped to have lunch which they had packed and helped pick blue berries which they taught us to do. We went down to the point later in the day to watch the cruise boat head toward Skagway and do some fishing for salmon were we caught the daily limit in less than an hour. We were exhausted from all of the sea-level fresh air when we returned to the house for a home cooked seafood dinner. John said that the food on the boat was good but too fancy cooked and he always enjoyed getting back for home cooked meals. He said that during the tourist season he got back about every two weeks getting from home to Juneau and back by high speed ferry. He pointed to their computer and cell phones saying I don’t remember how we kept in touch before that since telephone was very expensive. We started out the next day going into town, all four blocks, being introduced to each shop owner and business man and then taken to a native area where they did carving, weaving to be shipped to other places for the tourist trade. He told us it was all authentic; he would pay them in cash and we could reimburse him with a credit card back in Juneau which had become the practice in his business. We purchased a lot of goods like small totems, some gem stones sat in necklaces, and bone carvings partly out of the excitement of the shop and also because the stuff was beautiful and memorable. We had lunch at the one local diner which was sort of a tradition with them when they visited their friends in town. John filled in the owner and others about the news from other cities and from what he heard on the ship radio. Most of the conversation was about how’s the weather and how is it going to be in a few days?

We got back in the truck went back to the house to get our bags and headed to the airplane. We were pleasantly surprised to find we were going to Skagway in a four passenger float plane. John said that the weather was good and we should have some spectacular scenery. John’s wife drove the truck home. In the plane he placed my love up front with all our cameras since she could see best from there. We got off the water and John filled us in on what to look for over headsets that did not interfere with the pilots communications. She said she was a little nervous about being in the front seat and John said just don’t push any levers or peddles and you’ll be okay. She relaxed and began taking pictures he suggested as well as views she saw herself.

The float plane landed at Skagway and we were met and taken to the boat dock. We went on board to leave our bags and change to our shorts because it was so warm there. A couple of the women come up to us and told her that tonight was boot night. Boot night she said? Yes, some of us packed long boots for the trip here and we’ve yet had a chance to wear them. We can take you into town and show you a couple of places to get them. She went on with them while I went to the cabin to download pictures and get a nap. I woke when she returned and she showed me her boots and a very short black skirt she brought to wear them with along with her black sweater. She said she was going to freshen up and would meet me in the boat lounge. The women were starting to come into the lounge some showing off their boots in different ways; there was the short skirt, short shorts and a wide open fronted long skirt. She came down with her black sweater with nothing under it, her short skirt and boots that reached well up her calves. In the lounge she bent over to get something off the snack table where I could see that she had black hip-hugger under pants on that showed half of her bare bottom and it was overly stimulating to me.

She came over to sit aside me and snuggle closely with her legs curled up aside me. When I looked down I first saw her gorgeous breasts bulging out of her low buttoned black sweater, her skirt shoved almost to her waist and her bare bottom sticking out of her tight black panties. When I reached over and ran my hand up her thigh she snuggled closer telling me how good that felt and it was nice to be relaxing again. We found our way to a dinner table and had pleasant conversation with some alums about the trip so far and what we would be doing in Skagway tomorrow. We then went back into the lounge for the evening discussions and lectures. There was a slide show and in the darkened room she snuggled closer and placed my hand all over her. When I pulled it along her breasts she kissed my neck and snuggled closer. When she slid it up the inside of her thigh I could feel her moisture through her panty crotch and she held her hand on top of mine. We sort of dozed off a little like other people were when she whispered lets go back to the room and cool off.

We entered the room and we immediately hugged and kissed as I put my hand into her sweater and fondled her breast. She pushed my head down into her cleavage so I could suckle her engorged nipples and she started to breath heavily. She guided me to the couch, turned and knelt on it with her butt sticking up as she slid off her panties saying long and hard please long and hard and hurry. I pushed her skirt out of the way and taking hold of her hips I pulled myself into her with her reaching through to help guide it. oh god that is good, harder and more. Pulling her in as tight as I could I started plunging in and out of her afraid I would rub her sore. She arched her back upward and put my hands around her breasts to stimulate and stabilize her as she moved up and down with me reaching climax and tightening with orgasms several times. You come she said, you come as we pumped harder and harder in unison and she cried out with pleasure. I slowly backed part way out then pushed into her with a big surge. We relaxed for a moment then went into the bedroom where we let our clothes all fall to the floor. She saw herself in the mirror standing there naked with her boots on and wanted some pictures for which she did different poses both standing and on the bed. We then crawled under the covers together after she had removed her boots and held each other closely with my leg over hers so that the end of my cock touched her labla. Several times that night when she felt my erection pushing against her she would roll over and pull me into her while I kissed her deeply and twirled her erect nipples. We fell asleep that way, and when I woke in the morning we were still in the same position and I could see her nipples erect again. I slid down a little and suckled them waking her up with her pulling me into her for more. We both woke up exhausted getting ready for breakfast. We dressed in our shorts and sweaters with our rain jackets tide around our waist.

Skagway was partially authentic and touristized. Someone tried to recreate the early 1900’s era by building period tour bus, and a train from authentic cars that ran up along a mountain to where roads took off to the gold fields of the Yukon . East of town was Haines with another mountain slope trail that was the location of the classic picture of miners standing shoulder to shoulder passing supplies up to another Yukon trail. We did the bus tour which was operated by women in period costume and the train ride. On the train she and I would move out to the open car for viewing the scenery with her leaning back into me and holding my hands up under her breasts. People from our boat would ask us to smile as they took our picture with her in various degrees of an unbuttoned shirt. Other couples of our group were holding together the same way. We went to lunch in town and the women were looking for last minute items for the dress up evening. We went back to the boat, had a nap and got ready for evening festivities.

The faculty wives that were going to wear their satin slip dresses had somehow schemed to get the men dressed and send them down to the boat lounge to mingle with alums. All were wearing a fancy dress shirt with a bow tie and looked quite spiffy. The faculty wives in their satin dresses and shoulder shawls began to arrive. The dresses were similar with a low cut front and a very low back. She came toward the middle of the group in a form fitting red satin slip dress, red shoes, red lipstick and her contact lenses in place. Her beauty did not go un-noticed. She found me and backed into me pushing her firm body into me. I ran my hand down her bare back and across her bottom to notice she had on a high banded red thong. When I ran my hands over silkiness of her dress and smoothness of her bottom I could feel us both fill with excitement. Others of the couples were doing the same.

We were led to a table to sit all together in the dining area with much applause from the rest of the alums. The crew entered since it was also Captains night. John came in with the crew escorting the female skipper who was dressed in a show-stopper with an open front that went almost to her navel, a bare back, high heeled shoes and other accessories. They came to our table. John again thanked us for helping putting together such a spontaneous program, and offered the thanks of every fancy women’s clothing store in Juneau , Sika and Skagway visited by the passengers. He said he was pursuing a new area of providing an option for schools to provide the programs for their cruises using their own staffs and our school director of alumnae travel was heading up making the arrangements. After dinner there were questions to the table from the alums. One asked if we were going to help the students rekindle their romances the way theirs were on this trip. One of us answered with the question if they really needed that.

We retreated to the small lounge for final departure directions. Those meeting an early morning flight out needed to be packed and ready to get off the boat by 4 am . Those leaving later needed a little more time. She sat on my lap during instructions both of us wrapped up in each others arms. Those departing early, and it was most of them, left to pack and get ready for early morning departure. The few of us remaining sat in the lounge chatting and trying to dance in the tight little space in the lounge to music coming from the dining room. John the cruise director came in and said the crew was having its final evening dance and asked us to join them. We followed him and the woman skipper into the room with its open floor and surrounding chairs. Every man on the crew wanted a chance to dance with the woman skipper as did every alum partner. One alum wife was wearing a low cut dress with a short full skirt and when they danced the skirt would fly up to almost above her waist showing a mostly bare bottom covered with skimpy pantys. Others were equally brave with fully unbuttoned long skirts and almost fully unbuttoned blouses. We danced very closely with my hands feeling her softness all over through her satin dress, and even holding her bottom tightly to pull her in closely while softly kissing each other on the neck, cheeks and lips. She sat on my lap when off the floor and slid my hand up her leg and thigh as well inside her dress top while kissing and hugging. Others came over to dance with her while I danced with their wives. We were really enjoying the evening and did not want it to end.

Eventually with the rest of them we went to our room. She put on her tee-shirt like warm night gown and packed her satin dress and accessories. I enjoyed her tee-shirt night gown which stretched out with the fullness of her breasts and against which her nipples would push or relax as we talked and touched which we did through most of the rest of the evening. We crawled under the covers and fell asleep in each others arms completely relaxed and happy.

Onshore at the Juneau Hotel we met John the Director for breakfast to reimburse him for the cash goods and a number of package mailings he took care of for us. He handed us an envelope from the cruise company as thanks for both giving them a new marketing idea and putting them in touch with our alum travel director who was already in touch with other schools for them. The envelope contained air tickets to Anchorage , train tickets to Seward, an introduction to someone at the Alaska Sealife Center there, a local B&B address where they had made reservations for us, a day cruise on a boat out of Seward into the sound, and air tickets directly back from Seward to home. They were also picking up the Juneau hotel for the couple of days we would wait before going. They timed the trip so that we would be arriving in Seward with no large cruise ships there and the locals would be out enjoying themselves in the warm weather showing their stuff like he said in her short black skirt, sweater and boots going to the local pubs, diners and few other places of entertainment. We were overwhelmed.

We did enjoy the next two days in Juneau seeing more of the local sites, talking to people from a mining company I did some work for years before and learning that the Juneau waterfront was expanded using mining tailings. We did the sky lift again for another great meal going up in the rain and coming back down in a clear sky. She got caught in the rain wearing her jeans and a tee-shirt with nothing under it and had me take her picture of her in a wet tee-shirt. We did a few of the historic sites we missed previously and time passed fast to our departure to Anchorage and Seward.

We had enough time in Anchorage to visit the main street flea market, a couple of local stores and watch how the water front worked at night to off-load containers from boats to trains to ship almost all the food and other goods inland to Fairbanks and other ports. We finally got on the train to Seward passing along the edge of Turnagain Arm to Cook Inlet , see its tidal bore which far exceeded the height at Fundy and was ridden only by professionals in rafts. We curled back along the Inlet then over to the shoreline of a very large inland lake. We were in a dome car with dining facilities and some privacy. She went to check out the food and came back saying that joining an airplane mile high club would be nothing like joining a train lovers club with the room available in their bathrooms. This titillated both of us enough that we entered one where she sat me down on a toilet seat, unloosened my pants to feel my erection, pushed off her underpants and straddled me first slowly and then with more intensity as I slid my hands and then my face up into her breasts suckling her nipples. After we came and relaxed we stood up, and straightened up our clothes as she stuffed her underpants in my pocket for a remembrance. Back in our seat I labeled them with a felt tipped pen for date and event and teased her by taking them out and smelling them. We watched the scenery go by as she would sometimes cuddle up close and slide my hand up under her skirt for more joy.

We got to the Seward train station and took a cab to where we were staying in the center of town not far from the Sealife Center . Like John the director said, the town was mostly locals enjoying their piece and quite wearing as little as possible. We went out and walked around town with her feeling really free and unencumbered. We went back to our B&B for a nap and then into the evening she dressed as John had suggested would be local norm for the evening. We went to a small café for some local entertainment before dinner and it was quite wild and fun. We danced as closely as everyone else, me pulling my hands across her breasts and then holding her in tightly with my hands on her bottom. When she bent over she was modestly exposed compared to some. A burley local came over, took her hands and literally dragged her out on the dance floor. He had his hands all over her and ground into her as if he was screwing her right then and there. He surged and came all over her crotch. Bringing her back to the table, his partner who was sitting with me took a napkin and wiped her clean while getting her laughing again by saying she would normally lick it all off for her but it was a little to public for that right now. We knew that home town Seward with warm weather and no tourists could be risqué but not this risqué.

They offered to take us to dinner with the girls doing various degrees of sweater unbuttoning and as they told us about local life when the tourist season ended. He had a fishing boat which took him out to sea a few weeks at a time and she drove school busses. Then they took the vacation times off to hunt and fish. They showed us which parts of the stores were the really local ones and which parts were opened up when the large cruise boats arrived. At the restaurant she sat in the corner with her legs across my lap as did his partner across the table and as was almost every other couple in the place. The two women went out on the dance floor together as were other women and danced and held each other exposed as much as they could. She came back almost dizzy with having been made to come by another woman’s feeling hands and not quite sure what to make of it. She whispered in my ear that it was well beyond our caring love making and quite an experience as she slid my hand up under her skirt to relax her. It was into a long summer’s night, almost the longest day of the year there, when we went back to our Suite and sat watching the harbor out of our window.

The next day we headed to the Sealife center. One of the passengers on the boat had connections there, told them about our working on a glacial lake inflow manuscript and arranged for us to give a lecture. She dressed in her above the knees tight blue skirt and blue jacket she sometimes wore to school along with her high boots. She did the background and introduction put together from some notes wearing her professional end of nose glasses. Hardly glancing at the notes she introduced me as a mathematician who worked in water body circulation and she was organizing my years of notes into a monograph she told how when working on the material that it grew from a stale math treatise to a text of poetry treating the analyses as an art form. She then with her big smile, a slight tear in her eye introduced me as her partner on the book and her partner in life. I proceeded with a presentation from some slides I was working on during the boat trip and got some discussions going on the importance of needing to know water body circulation while doing the sea life studies.

We were side by side afterwards with our arms around each other while talking with the staff people who told us how limited their data were for circulation studies but they saw the need for it. During a quick break she whispered in my ear as she kissed it that the least they could have done is loaned her a private office like she had on campus. We were taken to the fanciest restaurant in the area for the dinner, overlooking the harbor, talking more with them about their suggestion to bring some students back next year and her quietly saying to me that she hoped she could hold out until we got back to the room.

One of the couples said it was the last night before the big cruise boats arrived and their last chance to let their hair down as well as other things. They were all dressed about like we were and the pub we went to was in the same hotel as the restaurant. We gathered around a table with six other couples and watched as the tops became more unbuttoned and the men’s hands slid under the skirts to pull their partners close for grinding their groins together. We noticed the women unzipping the mens flys when they felt an erection and letting it slide between their legs. Even educated scientists could be just as raunchy as the locals. We sat there when she ducked out and came back slipping her silk panties in my pocket again. We went out on the floor first starting holding closely, my bending down to kiss her cleavage and then her sliding my hands under her skirt. When she felt my erection she did what the others did and unzipped me and had me pull her in tighter to where she could work me into her entrance. We were both hot on after the lecture and my entering her brought on a relaxation to us both as my erection grew inside her. We both came and I could feel our juices mingling and flowing down her legs.

One of the couples came over to change partners which we were reluctant to do. My new dance partner slid my hands under her skirt sans panties and fondled me to a small erection which she mounted and let slide inside her. I noticed her husband doing the same to my love and she was growing flush with his erection entering her. Then another switching of partners and the same again, like they said, as the local Indians would dance all night. When we finally got back to the table relaxing in each others arms she said she must have had six cocks shoved into and come in her and she was sore and exhausted and needed to get cleaned up quickly. Again she said, none were as good and fit as well as you and I said the same to her. I did not understand where they got their endurance but as they say if you got one use it. We finally got dropped off at our room, got into a nice warm shower and cleaned each other up. She said again do we really want to recommend that students spend a summer here?