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    Sara and the timberyard Part 1

    This is my second story, the first one was published here a couple of years ago. It’s complete, but I’ll submit it in 2 or 3 parts over some time. Since english not is my native language, I applogizes for clumsiness in my writing.

    I’ve taken the liberty to be inspired by JB57’s tugboat captain, Kristina (he in turn actually copied that character from another author), to write a story of my own, and since I’ve a preference for short haired, muscular and a bit butchy women. I use the very hot and humid environments of the Mississippi river as a reason for having all the women in this story wearing short-short shorts and their hair very short - and to be sweaty in general. Please enjoy!

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    Demonstrating great skill and caution, Sara steered her little tugboat into one of the tributaries of the great Mississippi river. It was late in the afternoon and the heat and humidity was suffocating, a fact that seemed not to bother the birds hidden among the trees growing all the way down to the bank. The feathered creatures screamed and whistled so loud that it could be heard inside the wheelhouse.

    The heat had been palpable already as she passed New Orleans northbound, so all sidescuttles and the door had been kept open, but it didn’t make much difference. Sara was out of her usual waters, but business had been too slow for too long, so when her agent called and offered a job as breaking-tugboat when a large barge, loaded with expensive mahogany timber, had to be hauled down into the Mississippi, she had somewhat reluctantly accepted the offer. That is why she now was steering upstream into the tributary and her entire body was covered in sweat due to the unfamiliar heat.

    Nonetheless was Sara an impressive sight, as she stood by the steering wheel, only dressed in cut-off denim shorts and a thin checkered shirt with sleeves cut-off, showing her muscular upper arms as well as her armpits. The muscular brown thighs and legs was visible from right where her protruding buttocks ended and right down to her naked feet, solidly placed on the deck. Her curly blonde hair had been cut totally short for this trip, but was anyhow drenched with sweat and plastered to her head. The shirt had large wet spots under her armpits and around her breasts was large protruding wet spots.

    Her agent had told that the timberyard “Ireland and Clark” had encountered engine problems with their smaller tugboat, but had a major customer needing an urgent delivery, so they had decided to call in outside help.

    When Saras GPS indicated that the timberyard should be just around the curve showing up ahead, she lowered the speed further, then noticed that the forrest opened up on her starboard side, giving free sight, over wooden stumps and scrubs, to a rather large cabin a few hundred yards away. She immediately put her gear into neutral, stopped the propeller, grabbed her binoculars and checked out the area. Satisfied she observed a large sign on the of top of the cabin reading “Ireland and Clark”. Turning her binoculars a little to the left she noticed two people who seemed to perform a sort of dance.

    Surprised, she fine-adjusted the focus and could see that the two persons had each other in a bear-hug and looked like they were engaged in a wrestling match. Due to the distance, it wasn’t possible to decide whether it was men or women, only that they were dressed in cut-off jeans, had short hair and naked muscular upper bodies.

    Sara was bi-sexual, although she, since her encounter in a bar, with an equally oriented and strong female tugboat captain, had mainly been engaged with women, yet she felt a certain arousal by the sight of two half-naked persons engaged in a close wrestling match. As she put down her binoculars and put the gear into forward, she felt again a lust for satisfying her own needs for physical challenge and body-to-body confrontation.

    As the tugboat approached the curve, the forest again closed any free sight. As required by regulations for traveling on the river, Sara used her foghorn, while she carefully maneuvered through the relatively sharp riverbend. Out of the bend, the river straightened out and slowly the timber cabin came into sight again. At the riverside, maybe 50 yards form the cabin, was a large wooden quay, and moored to that was a large barge filled with hundreds of large logs.

    The wrestlers were nowhere to be seen, but a person dressed in a sleeveless checkered shirt and short cut-off jeans waved at her. Kristiana used the binoculars once again and noticed it was a woman, a stocky build suntanned woman with very short black hair. As the captain realised it probably was one of the wrestlers, a wave of excitement swept through her body, her nipples stiffened and a bit of moisture formed around her labia.

    Then stocky built woman ran down to the quay, as she shouted: “Ahoy there!” and signalled with her arm where she wanted the tugboat to dock. Sarah executed the maneuver concentrated, docked gently alongside the quay, switched off the engine, ran out of the steering house and to the railing, where she throwed two strong ropes down to the woman standing on the quay. She grabbed the ropes skilfully and attached them to two pulling rods.

    Sara had in the meanwhile time to watch the woman and what she saw, made her heart beat faster because the shirt was buttoned awry, like being done in a hurry. But that was not all, the shirt was cut off at the shoulders and revealed a set of powerful shoulders and muscular arms. Her jeans was cut so short that the suntanned, powerful legs were exposed from right under the buttocks. Her feets were hidden i short robust working boots. The face was pretty but partly covered by a mixture of dirt and sweat. Actually there were dirt and sweat on her arms and legs. Where her breasts made bumps on the shirt, large wet spots glued it to her skin.

    While Sara was hungrily ogling the other woman, she suddenly got a strange feeling that she was on board another ship, an old kind, with rowers on benches. After a second, the strange feeling disappeared. Confused she focused again on the woman at the quay, who now had completed fastening the ropes. The woman straightened up and shouted: “Hi, I’m Kathy, one of the owners of this timberyard. You’ve no idea of how happy we are to see you, come ashore!”.

    Sara pulled herself together, let the gang bridge slide down upon the quayside, and with lithe strides she walked down against Kathy, who became openly surprised when she could see that the tugboat captain was a woman. An obviously strong and solid built woman. With a smirk Sara reached out her hand and gave Kathy a solid handshake.

    The women kept the handshake longer than required by common politeness and both were pleasantly surprised by the power of the the other woman and soon the handshake turned into a squeezing match, while the locked each other eyes. Sara felt how her nipples started to stiffen and her labia moistened by the feeling of the strength in Kathy’s grip. As she let her eyes roam over Kathy’s upper body, she noticed how the bumps grew over Kathy’s full breasts.

    As somebody approaching from behind the cabin, both women leg go of each others hands. Kathy smiled, turned and shouted: “Come here Terry, come and greet our captain!” Sara turned also and was surprised once more, because the person walking towards them, was a woman. A woman a bit younger than Kathy but also stocky build and dressed in a similar way, short-short cut-off jeans showing off long tanned muscular legs. On the upper body, she was wearing a suspiciously clean black tank-top, which was in contrast to her short and bright but sweaty messed hair. Face, arms and legs were sweaty and dirty like someone who has worked hard physically.

    “My goodness, yet another alfa-female, but they are my customers, so I’ve to avoid messing myself into something!” thought Sara while she offered her hand to Terry, who with a light smirk, took it and squeezed hard, while she hardly bothered to hide the way she ogled the captains sweaty brown body.

    After the welcome greetings were over, Sara noticed the smirks exchanged between Kathy and Terry, but the general mood soon became more business-oriented, when Kath explained: “Our second tugboat has an engine problem, but we have an urgent delivery to and important customer, so please join us a the cabin, where we’ll show you our destination on the map!”

    Sara had managed the get her heartbeat a bit down, but the moisture in her cunt wouldn’t go away, so while she followed the to muscular woman up to the cabin, she worried silently: “I certainly don’t hope a wet spot will show on the front of my shorts!” They entered through a small hallway and into a larger room with a huge table in the center, where a map over the Mississippi lay folded out.

    At the rear of the room was a door and Sara noticed a corner of a bed: “this must be the bedroom, I’m darn sure they have only one bed!” she thought.

    “Come and look, let’s show you the route down the river we need to take the next day!” said Kathy, as she together with Terry went to the table and waved to Sara to join. The latter had to stand close, very close, to Kathy, to be able to bend over the table and study the map. Sara could feel the heat radiating from Kathy’s body, causing Sara’s nipples to harden and a small stream of cunt juice to loosen and slide out and be sucked up by the shorts. “Oh boy, I really hope they can’t smell how horny I am!” she thought. But her nipples just stiffed even more, when Terry moved around her and stood so close against her at the other side, that their naked, and muscular upper arms touched.

    That was almost too much for the captain, who could feel how another small stream of cunt juice leaked out of her wet pussy, and she could have sworn that both Kathy and Terry pushed themselves against her, but then, not more than was natural when they all bended over the table and the map and discussed current conditions and difficult passages on the route

    As it became clear that the conditions on the river would make maneuvering difficult, the captain was forced to not to become too distracted be the two sexy alpha females, who was squeezing her from both sides. The fact that she was certain, that besides a nice sweaty odor from everybody, she could smell a weak musky odor of her own cunt juices, and even worse: she became increasingly aware that the two other women were emitting a similar musky odor. “It’s too goddamn much, if these two bitches stands squeezed against me, while their pussies are wet!” she thought in a moment's pause from the planning.

    After a while however, Sara managed to concentrate fully on the task, and after a couple of hours the entire route had been worked over and plans set for all complicated passages. Kathy looked glad on the captain: “I feel very confident now, and I’ve to tell you, we both are happy for that you are so obviously skilled and experienced!”.

    As they folded the map together, she continued: “Why don’t you dinner with us tonight, we’ve plenty of time, since the tides makes it impossible to take of the next 24 hours?”

    “Oh yes, thank you very much, of course I’ll love to!” replied Kristiana although she couldn’t help consider if anything was going to happen during the evening. Still she was reluctant to mess around with customers.

    The meal was delicious, fried alligator meat and plenty of the local wine, made the atmosphere relaxed, so much that Sara facing her customers across the table, had to watch how Kathy and Terry ever so often caressed he others shoulder or muscular arm or pushed each other with the shoulders or body, while they hardly hided how they giggled while looking at the captain, who also had become a bit intoxicated, but she was sure there wasn’t given any invitation to carry the situation into something real physical. So in the end Sara just smiled back.

    As the evening turned into night, Sara felt a bit of disappointment over just having to watch her customers giggling and pushing each other, so she got up from the table, thanked for the meal and the wine, and prepared to leave. Kathy and Terry was sitting close, each with an arm around the others shoulder, also got up, so they walking close together could escort their guest to the door.

    Outside a bright moon shine and it was steaming hot and humid as it’s common around the Mississippi river late at night. Sara only had to walk about 40 yards from the cabin and down to her boat. She opened the door to the ship’s cabin, but as humid heat from the inside hit her in the face like a wet cloth, she just entered quickly, pulled the mattress out from the bunk and placed it on the deck.

    Outside she pulled her tank top off and her shorts down, then also her drenched panties, standing totally nude. As she let her hands slide down over her sweaty body, the strong moonlight shined sensually upon it. Slowly she lay down on the mattress, which soon became wet on the surface and glued to her body. Looking up on the full moon, she considered: “I’ve really no idea what these two bitches were up to, they clearly made passes at each other and a bit at me, but then I still felt some distance, but still, I’m damned sure they were attracted to me!”. while she gently caressed her breasts, and played with her somewhat swollen nipples, before she let her hands slide down her muscular belly and slowly approached her wet labia. But then a scream stopped her movement, a scream that clearly came from the cabin.

    Then another scream hit, followed by a banging sound, then more screams, synchronized with more banging sounds and moaning sounds. A wave of arousal flushed through Sara’s body as she realized it could only be Kathy and Terry engaged in violent sex with their bedroom window open. The next second Sara felt how her cunt gushed some cunt-juice that oozed out of her already swollen labia and down the inside of her thighs.

    To be continued ...

    And btw: part two is here: Sara and the timberyard Part 2 and end-of-story
    Last edited by Johannesdk; April 24th, 2019 at 03:31 PM. Reason: Added link to part two

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    Re: Sara and the timberyard Part 1

    Hi
    Thank you, what an excellent start!

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