If I Could Only Speak Yiddish

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If I Could Only Speak YiddishThis story takes place around the 32 foot cabin cruiser that I kept at Shelter Island Marina. It was a very upscale marina, situated right behind the Voyager nightclub. It wasn’t uncommon during the summer for me to spend Friday, and Saturday nights on the boat. Boats always require a lot of upkeep, and by spending the weekend nights on the boat, I could try my luck finding a lady in the club at night, and have all day to clean, or paint or whatever maintenance the boat needed without making the long drive back and forth several times. Most marinas keep a few open slips most of the time. People sailing into that part of San Diego could be coming from anywhere, and need a place to park for a night or two. Prior to their arrival, they typically get on their radio to call the various marinas shown on their chart inquiring about availability. The average 30 foot slip might be going for $400 a month on a year lease back then, but the overnight rate could easily be $100-$150 per night. If somebody’s lease expired and they decided to move on, their slip would usually become a daily rental until another person picked that particular slip for a long-term lease. That it happened with the slip next to mine. For whatever reason, my neighbor pulled out and didn’t come back. For the next two months that slip was empty most of the time, but the seven or eight days per month it was rented, way more than made up for the lack of a permanent tenant. I never knew what was going to be parked there, or when. I’ve slept naked my entire life, and the Friday night that starts this story was no different. I went up to the voyager and struck out a couple of times, but I didn’t care too much anyway, because I planned on thoroughly cleaning the boat on Saturday, and I wanted to get up fairly early to get started. I was in bed by midnight, and the next-door slip was empty. I was in that Marina for several years and virtually all boats come and go during daylight hours. That was certainly the case during the two months without a full-time neighbor. Not one boat had pulled in there at night, until this night. If it had been another cabin cruiser like mine, the throaty rumbling of the big marine engines would have certainly woken me up with no more than 8 feet separating the boats. This boat had come in silently some time between 1 AM and 7 AM. It was a 30 foot monohull sailboat, very narrow and sleek, and apparently quiet. I had all of the d****s in my lower cabin open, along with most of the windows for good cross ventilation. When my small travel alarm went off at 7:30 AM, I hit snooze probably twice, meaning when I finally did crawl out of the V bunk it was close to 8 AM. When my feet hit the carpet of the lower cabin, I probably had a big stretch, possibly scratch my balls, maybe I pulled on my cock a couple times to make sure was there. All the things that are typical actions when I first stand up. I walked up to the galley which was about two steps from where I was standing but it was two steps higher than the floor where the bed was located. In that small section of the boat, the starboard side had the small two burner stove and vent hood with a small microwave oven above that, so no windows. Directly across from it on the port side, was the sink and a large window. I poured some bottled water into my coffee cup and stuck it in the microwave to heat. Back to the bunk, I crawled in head first on my knees, and stretched out to retrieve the clothes I had stuffed up at the far end. I had to back out with my ass stuck out in mid air until I could get my feet back on the deck. I figured my water was hot, so I stepped back up into the galley to dump a spoonful of instant coffee in my cup. When I turned around to put the spoon in the sink, I noticed the boat next door for the first time since waking up. The hull was a light, sky blue color, which might partially account for why it went unnoticed.My main deck would be the same height roughly as the sailboats main deck, but I was a couple of feet lower standing in my galley, or bedroom. Anyone on the sailboat’s main deck would be looking down, and into those windows I spoke of. I’m tall enough, that the top of my kitchen window obscured most of my view of their main deck, unless I stooped down. all I could see was the smooth side of the light blue hull, and just a few inches above the line where the hull turns to form the flat main deck. I could see where the anchor points for the rigging lines attached, as well as the cleats where dock lines are tied off. The flat, featureless side of the hull offered nothing to look at, so I was slowly surveying all of these items of interest on the deck, while I took my first sips of morning coffee. As my eyes panned from left, to right, I saw something that normally doesn’t belong there on a sailboat. It was the aluminum legs of a folding lawn chair, but between the legs of the chair was an even more unusual sight. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Nope, it was really there. 8 feet away was a pair of ladies deck sandals, strapped around two pretty feet, with painted toenails. What had the night silently delivered to that empty slip? I could only see from her ankle bones down the way I was standing, so I stooped down in front of the sink to look upward at a better angle. I followed the painted toenails passed the ankles and the knees, across a nice set of tits in a blue swimsuit, and then into the eyes of a very pretty woman, with curly dark hair. She was looking directly at me, and when our eye contact locked on, she smiled and gave me a hello there, four finger wave that said she had been observing me since I crawled out of bed. There wasn’t much I could do but smile back, and return the wave. I went down to the bunk, and threw my close on right in front of her open windows view. There wasn’t any place I could’ve gone anyway. Grabbing my coffee again, I figured the best thing to do would be go up on deck to apologize, and introduce myself. It only took me a minute, but by the time I got up there, this is very attractive woman had been joined by her husband. I think she sensed that I was going to say something, because she very subtly moved head from side to side as she push one flattened palm out in my direction. To anyone else it probably looked like she was stretching, but to me it looked like she was telling me to keep quiet. At least I interpreted it that way, so for the moment I didn’t say anything. She was also holding a cup coffee, and when she was satisfied I wasn’t going to run my mouth, she stole a glance back in my direction, and while looking into my eyes again she subtly raised a thumbs up from her coffee cup and smiled again. That was pretty good, after watching me prance around for the better part of 15 minutes, making coffee, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri and occasionally stroking my half hard morning wood, she was able to silently communicate, that I shouldn’t bring it up, and thanking me for catching on. About then the husband who is standing said hello, I hope we didn’t disturb you when we tied up last night. I told him I had been so undisturbed, that I didn’t even know they were there when I woke up. He told me they were on an extended sailing vacation which started somewhere in Mexico, and they hope to make it as far as Puget Sound before stopping. His English was very broken and spoken with an accent I didn’t recognize. When I asked where they were from, he told me Tel Aviv Israel. He said they just were in for the day, to refill their fresh water tanks, and take on some more provisions. He said they hoped to pullout just before sundown. I know the boat they were in didn’t sail from Israel, so I figured they either bought it once they got here, or had it leased for their trip. I don’t remember what his name was, but he said the woman seated was his wife Rebecca. Hearing her name, she smiled and looked my way. I said, “Good morning Rebecca, it’s a pleasure meeting you this way.” Instead of replying she looked up toward her husband. He quickly informed me that Rebecca didn’t speak any English, then he immediately must have interpreted what I said. She couldn’t fight off the smile when the Yiddish version spoke of my pleasure, when meeting her the way I did. She nodded to me, and said something to her husband. He then relayed to me, “Rebecca says she is sure the greater pleasure was hers. Now I don’t know if she said that, or that’s just the way it came out in interpretation, but she and I were looking at each other, and I sensed something was definitely up. The problem was, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Her husband was right there with her on a small sailboat, and I was positive I couldn’t learn to speak Yiddish over the next few hours. Returning to my cabin, I closed my d****s and slipped on a pair of cut off jeans, and flip-flops so I could go out and start hosing down, and scrubbing the boat. I was working on a dried fish blood stain near the back corner of the outside fishing deck when the husband stepped onto the dock. Since they arrived in the middle of the night, neither one of them had been off the boat. He said he was completely unfamiliar with San Diego and needed to buy about two weeks worth of non perishable food. I told him there were two different markets which were very close, but they were small, with a very limited selection, and because of their proximity to the marinas, their prices were astronomical. I told him if he went off the island, and further into town there were regular American supermarkets where in he could get anything he wanted at reasonable prices. I asked him how he was going to get around, and he told me it didn’t matter if the stores were very close or a little further away, because he had to get a taxi either way. He asked for the name of a supermarket so he could tell the taxi driver where he wanted to go. I suggested a large Albertson’s market that was about 4 miles or soHe was holding a small marine UHF radio, and also asked if I knew where Kettinburg Marine was located. He said his radio needed to have a capacitor replaced that he had already arranged for. I told him the radio repair shop was only half as far as the supermarket I suggested, but unfortunately in opposite directions. He said it didn’t matter because they didn’t plan on leaving until late afternoon anyway, and it was only 9:30 AM.I told him about the courtesy dock carts that were up near the buzz in gate. They were deep fiberglass tote bins with spoked, bicycle type tires on them. You could take them out into the parking lot, and fill them with lots of provisions, so you only had to make one trip down to your boat. He thanked me for that information, and asked about getting back in through that gate when he returned. I could buzz him in if I knew he was there, but we didn’t have cell phones in those days. Then I noticed his radio again. My UHF radio was hardwired in the boat, and used the boats power. His was one of the smaller ones that is designed to be portable and has its own attached battery pack. I asked him if his radio would be operational after he picked it up from the repair shop. He said the battery was fully charged and that it would work fine. I gave him my radio call sign, and told him to call me on channel 82 once he had all the supplies loaded into a dock cart. I said when they are heavily loaded, they can be difficult to handle coming down the inclined ramp. I told him instead of buzzing him in, I would meet him at the gate and help him bring the heavy cart down the ramp. I said the Time it would take him to get from the parking lot to the gate, was about the same as it would take me to get from the boat to the gate, so it should work out perfectly. He seemed so grateful that a stranger would be so accommodating. The truth is, I would have helped any other sailor who pulled into that slip, just the same as I did him, but I can’t deny that there was added incentive in his case. By sending him where I did, I saved him a lot of money, but it cost him a lot of time. To start out by dropping his radio off in one direction, then going to the store in the other direction to buy all of his supplies, then returning to the repair shop to pick up his radio, and finally returning to the Marina had to be four hours minimum. Then as a final safety precaution to avoid surprises, he had to call me on the radio to get in the gate. Even if someone arrived at the gate at the same time he did and offered to open it for him, he would have already made the radio call to me from the parking lot, and would wait for me to help him down the ramp. There was no way this dude was coming back to his boat without me knowing about it. It just became open season on that sexy little wife. If only I had a solution for that Yiddish problem. A few minutes later, the curly haired beauty started solving the problem herself. Their boat had a rear cockpit where the person controlling the boat stood to hold the ships steering wheel, and control the hand winches to adjust the sails. Behind that control area was seating. At the forward end of the cockpit area, was a single door leading down a few steps to their cabin, and at the forward end of the cabin was a V bunk very similar to mine. In between the bunk, and the steps I described, is where the tiny bathroom/shower, as well as their galley was located. One overhead skylight, provided some daylight, which was further helped out by the windows running along sides of the hull. I really can’t call them windows because güvenilir bahis şirketleri they couldn’t be opened. They were more like viewing ports so you could see the ocean, or wherever you were while you were down in the cabin. They were about 10 inches high by 2 foot long, ovals made from clear Plexiglas probably, and there were four of them down each side of the hull. Their sailboat was equipped with d****s to cover those up, but the d****s had been wide open since I first observed the boat. I couldn’t see sexy Rebecca anywhere so I resumed my deck scrubbing. The marina was well protected, and most mornings before any wind came up, it was very quiet. Squawking seagulls in the distance was generally the only sound to be heard, but with our two boats only separated by about 6 feet, I could clearly hear the shower water splashing on the neighboring boat. I kept working, but I also kept my eyes open for her possible appearance. A few minutes later when I heard the shower water stop, it seemed like a perfect time to take a break. I pulled one of my deck chairs over to that side of my boat, then grabbed a cold bottled water, and kicked back to see what might happen. I crossed my fingers, and hoped I might catch a glimpse of that sexy little thing before she got dressed. Oh My God! Rebecca didn’t disappoint! As she stepped from her miniature bathroom into the cabin, she was well lit by sunlight, and the oval viewing ports offered an unobstructed view of her small but athletic body. She was another one whose tits were probably large B cups, certainly no more than a small C cup, but on Rebecca’s small frame, her nicely shaped tits looked huge. I’m not at all educated on the nationality of any Jewish people, especially specific Jewish people, but I was struck by how different she was from the women I’m accustomed to. What I am referring to there is her skin tone. I had only seen her so far in a swimsuit that I would describe as a skimpy swimsuit, or a large Bikini, as far as what it covered. All the skin I had seen before now, was a nice bronze color, smooth and evenly tanned. Now that she was naked, there was a sharp contrast between the bronze skin outside the swimsuit coverage, and the creamy white skin where the suit had shielded her from the sun. Instead of the pretty pink nipples I usually see capping a breast this white, hers were dark brown, but still perfectly shaped and sticking straight out at attention. My eyes were trying to devour as much of her as I could, thinking that I would only have another second, but something was going on. I had to take every small piece of this and attempt to read her mind. Rebecca was starting to make that a little easier. From the second she stepped into my view, she faced directly towards me. Rebecca was drying her hair with a towel which covered her entire head and face as she rubbed her curly hair vigorously. Then I saw something. As she scrubbed at her hair with the towel, Rebecca periodically slowed down slightly, and when she did she moved the towel toward the back of her head exposing her eyes for only a second, but in that second that her eyes were uncovered she was looking directly at me. She repeated it over and over, making it clear to me, that she wanted to know if I was watching her. After a few times of verifying that she had my attention, she moved the towel down to focus on drying other areas. I think she safely assumed that she didn’t need to keep checking on whether or not I was watching. She was positive I was there for the show, so that made us even I suppose, because as much as she pretended to be unaware of me watching her, she knew that I was, and while she pretended to be casual about drying off, it was clear to me that I was getting a show. Rebecca proved that to me when she wanted to dry her feet and ankles. There was no reason to turn her back to me when she bent over from the waist, except to show off her gorgeous ass. She made sure to dry carefully between each toe and that took a while. That was okay with me, bent over that way left her ass cheeks spread apart for me to take in her sexy asshole with the same coloration as her nipples. It wasn’t dark, and ugly like some I’ve seen. Just different than what I was used to, but very pretty and inviting. The biggest difference was the hair. Apparently some Europeans don’t believe in trimming or shaving the way Americans do. At that point I couldn’t have described Rebecca’s pussy, because the fluffy muff of dark brown pubic hair covered it so completely. By American standards, it wasn’t even trimmed, and would be considered out of control. Whil\ her arms were up drying her hair, I had also noticed pretty good puffs of hair in Rebecca’s armpits as well. The fact that there was no hair in her ass crack, I figured must be simply because it doesn’t grow there on her because there were no signs of hair removal anywhere. If someone had asked me an hour earlier, what I would think of a woman with a muff like this, I would have undoubtably told them that it would be a real turn off. The way my cock was extending below the length of my cut off shorts, suggested I might have been incorrect in assuming that. When Rebecca turned back to face me, she spread her knees apart to dry the inside of her thighs, and then up to buff the shiny dark hair covering her pussy. I was locked on to her every move, and she still knew it. Her frequent eye checks had stopped, but she still periodically tried to sweep past my eyes to ensure she still had me. After one of those eye checks lingered a split second longer, Rebecca went for her grand finale. She straightened the towel over the tips of her fingers on her right hand. Then her left-hand slid into the mound of brown fur, and begin separating it until there was a thick patch to the left, and another to the right of her fingers. In between her fingers was the first real pink I had seen. Stretching her labia wide apart with two fingers, Rebecca softly dabbed inside with the towel drying her slit and hole. Her next move caused my cock to twitch sufficiently to expel a fat drop of pre-cum onto the inside of my leg. With her lips still spread wide with her fingers, Rebecca dropped the towel from her right-hand, and lifted her eyes from her pussy until she was staring directly into mine. Then with her right hand, she gave me the same little four finger wave that I got when I caught her staring at me naked. When she added the huge smile that said to me, “Well big guy, did you enjoy that show?” I once again returned the four finger wave. This was heating up at rocket speed. At that very moment, neither one of us could have any doubt that there had not been any accidents. We both knew what was going on, and we both liked it. Before I could contemplate what the next move should be, Rebecca canlı bahis şirketleri made it. The four finger wave, turned into a single finger beckoning me to come to her.I took one swig from my water bottle, and jumped over the side of my boat to make one hop on the planks of the floating pier, and then one long stride up and over the gunwale of her boat, into the cockpit. She was sitting on the edge of the V bunk when I flew down her stairwell to stand in front of her. Our eyes fixed on each others, and I thought we would kiss next, but without breaking I contact Rebecca wrapped her hand around the Half of my cock protruding from my cut off jeans. Stroking the head of my cock she said something sexy in Yiddish. Actually, I have no idea what she said, but it sounded sexy as fuck to me. I reached for her pussy and found that huge muff still had a nice part down the middle. Two fingers slid easily inside her wet vagina. Again something soft was spoken in the only language she knew, but the tone of voice is universally understood. I pushed her shoulders down on the bunk, and lifted her knees to a familiar position for me. The next contact was my tongue entering her asshole, as I began doing to Rebecca, all the things I love to do. Wild sounds were coming from her as she bucked her hips, and pulled my face against her pussy, trying to get my tongue even deeper in her hole. Just reading her body movements and all of the universally erotic sounds Rebecca was making, I knew she was very aroused. If we spoke a common language, I would have asked her what she liked best so I could focus there. I raised up for a moment to look at her hoping maybe something could be communicated. When Rebecca looked back at me, her face and eyes did tell me something. What I saw there was complete shock, and astonishment. Nobody ever done something like this with her before, and she didn’t know these sensations existed. Her look clearly expressed that, for a moment before it changed to another face I understood. That one was silently screaming, get back in there, and do it some more. I shoved her knees up hard, and plunged my tongue 2 inches deep in her asshole. Rebecca squealed out loud and grabbed my hair again, trying to get me deeper. I started making my rounds again, alternating from asshole, to vagina, then sucking her hard clit. The third time I reached her engorged clit, Rebecca shattered the quiet of the Marina, probably terrifying the nearby seagulls. While she was cumming, she raised her head twice looking at me with that same expression of astonishment, that said, “What the Fuck is this, and why have I been missing it all my life?” After a convulsing cum that lasted almost a full minute, I released her clit from my lips, and made Rebecca squeal again when I pushed the full length of my cock into her asshole till my balls touched. Everything truly remarkable had already happened, but her furry pussy, and tight asshole got a good hard pounding, before I blasted her cunt full of a huge load. I kept my cock bottomed out in Rebecca’s pussy until the final pulse of my balls squeezed the very last drop of cum out the tip of my cock, to finish my contribution. Withdrawing my cock from her hot tunnel, was the beginning of a new visual treat for me. After shooting a huge load like I know I just did, I’m used to pulling my cock out, and having large globs of cum fall out immediately splattering on the floor, to be followed by flowing streams that diminish to trickles, then the occasional drip. I love leaving a woman with a huge cream pie, and what I just described is what I usually see. Rebecca’s thick, long pubic hair was already matted and wet from the juices of fucking. As I was withdrawing my cock, the slippery wet hair clung to my dick, and stretched out straight, streaming along my shaft until I was 3 inches away before it broke free.All of that wet bush had snapped back to form a dense, cross woven barrier, perfect for collecting that anonymous cream pie. The still astonished, and very aroused Rebecca aided in retaining all of my load by squeezing those first giant globs upward with her fingers to coat the rest of her bush, and push it down into her slit, using it for lube to masturbate. I had never seen a pussy this hairy before, and now it was an unbelievable sight with every strand of hair pulled into the shimmering blob of white cum by Rebecca’s fingers. She moved it around like hairy Jell-O as she stroked her clit. The site of this gorgeous Woman playing with my cum the way she was, had my cock at full attention again. I got her attention by speaking her name. I took my rigid cock in my right hand and said, “Rebecca.” When she looked up, I waved my hard cock at her, and once again, some universal language communicated clearly. Rebecca parted her thighs for me, inviting me inside her again. I had always enjoyed sloppy seconds, and even though this was my own cum I was slipping into, it was hot, and nasty, and I couldn’t have been more turned on. We made eye contact again, and Rebecca showed that she knew some very limited English when she said,“Fuck me!” That’s exactly what I was thinking! As I was just beginning to pick up speed, and Rebecca’s passionate moans started begging me to fuck her harder, I heard the sharp crack of my marine radio next door, and then her husbands voice reciting, Calling, Whiskey Yankee Zulu, and my numbers. FUCK! I exclaimed, followed immediately by Rebecca’s best enunciated English word, FUCK! There was nothing to say to each other. We couldn’t anyway. I pulled out my cock, and pulled up my shorts. We kissed for the first time. It only lasted seconds, but it was fucking hot, and passionate. One last look in each others eyes, and I ran for my radio. I didn’t even want him seeing me on his boat. I answered his next radio call, telling him I would be right up to the gate, and to meet me there. I had no idea what Rebecca was going to do to get all of that cum out of her pussy hair. I’ve never tried to do something like that, but I can’t imagine it’s easy. Once he and I got his supplies to the bottom of the ramp, he told me he could take it from there, and then he thanked me, as he put it, for all the things I’ve done. If this schmuck only knew the things I did to his wife, he would not be thanking me this way, but just to be polite I responded, “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure!”I was having a cocktail on the back of my boat when they took off a while later. Once they were clear of the slip, and heading out toward the channel, my mind was begging for an answer as to why Rebecca did this. She may be lonely, or have other motivations for fucking around on her husband. This could have been her first time, or her 100th time. With no way to communicate with her there was no way for me to know, but one thing I was certain of, was that Rebecca had experienced a few things today that she had never felt before. It would have been so cool to talk with her. As they began the left turn that would take them out of sight, Rebecca turned to me and gave me that same four finger wave, that started the whole thing. I returned it, and they were gone!

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