So, I had one crew member -- and what a member! -- now to find the rest. I had decided that I wanted a male crew with maybe just one woman apart from me, but needed to see what was out there before I made my final decision.

The morning after I recruited Juan -- I skipped brushing my teeth that night: I wanted the taste of that beautiful young man in my mouth -- I had a group of potentials coming to a suite the hotel had provided spread out over twenty-minute intervals. I figured that I'd have a good idea of yes or no within the first couple of minutes interviewing the wannabes and I turned out to be right.

I'd dressed in my usual interviewing outfit of a white blouse, quite low cut so you could just make out the lace at the top of my bra and my cleavage, a quite tight skirt and heels. It looked professional, but more than that, it looked slutty.

A few OK guys came through, but I wasn't really feeling any of them, so I gave them the old, 'We'll let you know...' But I wasn't just basing my choices on looks -- though, I do have to admit, that was a big part of it. I was also looking for friendliness, charm and physical fitness, as working on a yacht, even on the interior, can take it out of you, what with the hours, the relentlessness and the demanding guests.

The first potential was a twenty-year-old with good experience on day charters but who had never been away on a charter season before. He was Swedish, his name was Sven -- I think there was an accent in the name somewhere -- and he was a beauty. Tall, taller even than Juan, with almost white-blond hair combed into a style that looked quite old-fashioned but stylish and eyebrows that were thick and black in contrast to his hair. He was wearing a nice blue button-down shirt and white chinos, which is very sailor-y, with what looked like a thick penis going down one leg of the trousers, so I knew he was wearing boxer shorts.

I could tell through the shirt that he was muscular -- especially across the shoulders -- but it was his eyes that really worked the magic: bright blue, so blue in fact they almost looked like contact lenses. I asked him that, and he chuckled. 'No, Miss, people always ask that, but they're real. I'm all real.'

There was something so confident, laid-back and sexy about him, with a frond of the white-blond hair falling over an eye every so often, his thighs spread wide as he answered my questions about his experience, that I was not only won over, I was smitten. And I liked the way he looked back at me as I trailed my eyes over him: bold, seductive and clearly enjoying the examination.

'Well,' I said, standing up to indicate the end of the interview. 'I think you would be a pretty good fit on The Maiden, maybe even as Bosun. If there's nothing you need to ask me, then I would like to offer you the position.'

He had also stood up, his penis clearly visible through the white chinos, which gave me a little flutter in the underwear department, held out his hand and said in his low voice with just a tinge of a Swedish accent, 'Thank you, Miss. I'm very happy to accept.'

'Tell me, Sven, are you in a rush to get off?' I said as he started to make his way towards the door, leaving a trail of lemony cologne scent behind him.

'Now? No, Miss. If there's anything you need...' Oh, if you had any idea what I needed from you, Sven, I thought to myself.

'If you have a while, I have a couple more prospective crew to meet, but would like to see you in your uniform before you go. Would you mind going into that room there. You'll see the uniforms in little bags. If you go for the one...' I looked him up and down, 'that says large and just slip into it, when I've seen these other guys, we can see how it looks.'

'Of course,' he said with a smile, heading towards the door I had indicated with just a little backward glance. I imagined him in the room, undoing his trousers, pulling the shirt over his head, probably daunted by the uniform I'd laid out for him. I loved to think of that dread. Or maybe he was looking forward to wearing it.

The next two guys were also promising. Very different from Sven and Juan, though similar in age, they were both dark, one very tall -- which can be a problem on a ship -- and both very fit-looking. One was Spanish with English that wasn't perfect but was quite charming and bearing in mind he was deck crew, that didn't matter so much, especially in a guy this handsome: very dark skin and a little bit of stubble on his face, which some yachts don't like but I personally do. The second one -- the tall one - was American with a shaved head and a thick brown beard, which he offered to shave off but I wouldn't hear of it. He had a slightly dangerous feeling about him, even though he was very polite and called me 'Ma'am'.

I decided that both would be a good fit and so, like Sven, I sent them into the bedroom to get changed into the uniform. I could hear them talking in there, some laughter and wondered if the uniforms were risky enough to put any of them taking the job. The fact that none of them had come out of the room was a good sign. When I'm sure they must be all ready, I knocked on the door and just said, 'If you guys are dressed...'

Sven opened the door wearing the uniform: a light blue cropped top made out of water-friendly Lycra that came down to above his navel and low-riding shorts that came to halfway down the thigh made of the same fabric. They are actually practical for jumping in and out of the sea and, as I'm sure my face made clear, they left nothing to the imagination. I could see the clear outline of Sven's beautiful penis, including the tube down the underside, the swoop of his helmet, as he had it pointing up, and each of his balls balanced one upon the other.

'Well, what do you think?' I asked as Sven smiled back at me, the other two guys behind him in the doorway.

'It's, erm...' he laughed. 'Very practical. I get that it's for getting wet in and it dries out quickly on the body. And, erm, I like the colour.'

I had to smile. He clearly hated it but was putting a brave spin on it. 'How about the others? José? Tommy?'

José stepped forward. His dark skin suited the pale blue perfectly and his muscular thighs looked amazing in the fabric, as did a thick but quite short penis, whose veins I could actually make out. I could even see his pubic hair, and this was before the shorts had got wet, which would make them even more transparent (I had actually got the guy in the store to try them on for me and get them wet, just so that I could be sure).

Seeing José's pubic hair, I realised I hadn't noticed Sven's, so I looked back at that bulge and, true, there was no prickly bit in the shorts around the base of the penis. The guy must be shaved, something that I love.

And then came Tommy, huge Tommy, and not just huge from the feet up. His penis was so massive and so visible that it looked obscene. In a great way, but in a way that was way too pornographic for a luxury yacht.

'OK,' I said, 'I love the look of them, but maybe we'll need shorts to go over the top.' The three of them laughed and nodded and looked a little relieved that I wasn't going to parade them practically naked in front of guests. Well, they thought I wasn't. I hadn't really made up my mind yet.

'Well, thanks, Tommy and José. You can go now, and I'll be in touch about training day. Sven, if you wouldn't mind waiting behind for a moment. I just have something to ask.'

'Of course,' said Sven, his hands over his crotch to hide the bulge from me. The others went into the bedroom, changed back into their interview clothes and came out, holding the uniforms in front of them, asking what I wanted them to do with them. I held out my hand and took them, still warm from these guys' bodies. I would inspect them further later.

Once they had left, waving bye to Sven, thanking me for the opportunity, saying they were looking forward to hearing from me, I looked back at Sven standing still in his uniform in front of me.

In my experience of young men who fuck older women, there are three kinds. The first is the sort of young man who enjoys the power that being young and hot with an older women gives them, whether they think they're going to get something out of it or just an ego boost. The second are those glorious young men who are just so horny that they will have sex with almost anyone if they're half attractive and willing. And then there's the third kind. Not only do they find older women genuinely attractive but they get off on being dominated by those older women, even humiliated by them. I hoped I was right, but that's the type I was reading in Sven.

'Don't stand with your hands in front of you like that, Sven,' I said as soon as the door had closed. 'It looks like you're trying to hide something.' Which of course the beautiful young man was but it was something that I wanted to see. He complied and put his hands dutifully behind his back so that I could peruse the sight of his beautiful penis pointing up in the uniform shorts.

He saw me looking at it, taking in the beautiful detail of the underside of the head, the balls, one on top of each other and I detected a slight thickening from the attention I was giving it.

'What do you really think of the uniforms?' I asked him.

'When it's just you and me, I like wearing it,' he said, 'but in front of the other guys... I don't know. Maybe I would get used to it. But I don't know if you noticed Tommy...'

I told him I had noticed and that Tommy might be super-well-endowed, but it looked like he had a very nice penis himself. He thanked me.

'But one thing I noticed...' I said.

'Yes, Miss?'

'It looks as if you have no pubic hair.'

He blushed -- a total aphrodisiac for me -- and stammered, 'Erm, no, Miss. Erm, is that a problem. I could always...'

'No, it's not a problem,' I reassured him. 'I actually quite like it. I could see José's pubic hair, and it sort of spoiled the look of the shorts a little...'

A twitch from Sven's penis, maybe at the thought of me examining their bulges earlier on. I walked towards him, holding out my hand with which I started to caress the area around the base of his penis in the Lycra. 'You see, here...' I said, looking up at him. 'This is all so smooth without hair.'

'Yes, Miss, I suppose it is,' he said, looking away from me, aware that the caressing of his groin was causing his penis to expand.

'Would you mind showing me?' I asked, all innocence. He looked bemused then pulled down the top of the shorts, rearranged his penis so it was pointing to the side and revealed the smooth bit of skin where pubic hair should be. I could see the shape of his penis in the thin material of the shorts and the actual base of it as he showed me his smoothness. I put out a hand and ran the tips of my fingers over the space. It was almost like latex.

'Why do you shave yourself?' I asked, my hand still on the smooth skin above his penis.

'Erm...' I could tell he was wondering whether to make something up. 'It makes me feel more... vulnerable.'

'I understand that. And tell me, is everything shaved or is it just this?'

'Oh, everything. I do it every day, so there's never even a little regrowth.'

'Can I see?'

He looked shocked.

'Take the top off for me.'

He struggled out of the Lycra top and threw it to one side. His chest was completely hairless. I put my hands on it, then ran them down the strong abs to the bare patch above his penis. Again, smooth as rubber. I asked him to lift his arms, which he did to show completely hairless armpits. I put my nose to one of them and inhaled a rich smell, part sweat, part soap. I felt a flutter.

'Now show me the rest,' I said, as if there was no option of refusing for him. He complied and, looking at me as if for reassurance, pulled down the shorts, unhooking them from his feet until he was naked in front of me. As with Juan, I stopped myself from touching straight away, teasing myself and teasing him until I could see his penis twitching, desperate for my touch. Instead, I put my hand out and held his balls, which were, of course, entirely smooth.

'They feel lovely,' I said, looking between his face and his testicles, liking the sight of my old hand with its spots and its perfect manicure on this young man's delicate balls. Then I crouched down in my heels so that my face was level with his penis, which was vertical and pulsing with the blood pumping through it. Even close up, the testicles were so perfectly smooth, so perfectly pink. Without thinking about it, I nuzzled into them, pressing my nose into the space between his thigh and his scrotum. Again, I inhaled. A beautiful musky sweetness.

His penis was right there, desperate to be touched, but still I held off. 'Turn around for me, Sven,' I said, again with a tone that didn't accept refusal. He turned so that the two perfectly smooth globes of his buttocks were in my face.

'Bend over for me, Sven.' He leant forward, his hands on the back of the chair I'd been sitting in. I reached forward and pulled the buttocks apart to reveal the slight darkening of the skin between his cheeks and, in the centre, the pristine pink rosebud of his hole.

'Open your legs wider, Sven.' He spread his feet and I spread his cheeks until I had made enough space to get my nose in -- musky, soapy -- and finally put out my tongue to touch his anus. He gasped. 'Are you OK?' I asked.

'Oh, yes, Miss,' he said, spreading his legs even wider. I went in again, my tongue actually entering that tight little rosebud so I could taste the metallic flavour of the inside of him, that skin like silk in there. He groaned and reached round to take his own buttocks in his hands to open up even wider for me. Taking my hands away and wrapping them around his thighs, I went in even deeper, my tongue almost disappearing into this beautiful young man's hole as he groaned and pushed himself back onto my hardened tongue. I can't tell you how long I ate this hot young man out, time seemed to stand still until I realised I wanted even more.

'Come through to the bedroom and get on the bed,' I said to Sven, standing as he recovered from his bent-over position. I went ahead of him and waited, watching him walk towards me, his vertical penis slapping lightly against his hairless belly, this beautiful young man.

'I want you to lay down on your back and take your ankles in your hands,' I said, again, matter-of-factly as if this was the most natural thing in the world to be asking a young man to do. It was not just because that would be the best position for him to be in for what I had in mind, but I wanted to see how obedient he was, whether he questioned me. He just did what I asked.

With his buttocks spread and his anus totally accessible, I got onto the bed and gripping his thighs put my face back into his arse and started licking, beginning with his hardened perineum, which had the most adorable mole on it. I ran my tongue along the little seam that linked his testicles to his hole, bit the hard ridge of it, gnawed it, then slavered my mouth around his anus, eventually stiffening my tongue, punching it into his hole as he let out little gasps.

In this position, his stiff and leaking penis was up to his chest, leaving trails of precum along his smooth body. And it was a beautiful penis, which I realised I hadn't even touched yet, let alone tasted.

'Now, I want you to stay in that position while I go and collect something from my room, Sven. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Miss,' he said, no doubt wondering what on earth I was going to get. And so I left him, leaving the door open in the hope that maybe a chambermaid would come in and see this beautiful young man splayed out. When I got back, he was still in position, his ankles in his hands, his arse spread for me, his penis leaking onto his chest, his face red with embarrassment and excitement and anticipation.

'Do you know what this is, Sven?' I asked, holding up a strap-on.

'I think so, Miss. But I don't know the word in English.'

'It's called a strap-on. Have you ever had any experience with one before?'

'No, Miss,' he said, his penis actually twitching at just the idea of it.

'Good. Then I can teach you,' I said, moving to the side of him so he could watch me as I undid my blouse, then unzipped my skirt down the side and stepped out of it. I then took off the panties, while he watched, still twitching, still dripping, and stepped into the contraption with the pink dildo at the front.

Then, climbing on the bed, my shoes still on, I positioned myself between his legs and leant forward to harvest some precum from the head of his penis to smear on his hole and on the strap-on... He flinched at the contact of my fingers on the head of his penis. There was so much precum I didn't even need the lubricant I had brought up with the strap on.

Then, when everything was nice and sticky and I had loosened up his flawless little hole by putting the tip of my finger in, I shuffled towards him and rubbed the end of the pink dildo against the pink of his hole. He moaned even before I started to push it in and when I did get the tip of it in, I could feel his whole body tense and his arse sort of relax as if to open up more to me. The look on his face -- eyes screwed shut, lips being bitten savagely -- was delicious as I inched the pink dildo into him and started to work up a rhythm.

I finally reached forward and took his penis -- which was so hard it was almost vibrating - in my hand. With so much precum that it started to froth as soon as I started to wank it, I did strokes in rhythm with the dildo going into him, going over the head of his penis every fourth stroke or so just to give him an jolt.

The feeling of those smooth, muscular thighs against my waist as I watched the pink of the dildo slide in and then out of him, just made me wish I could actually feel the inside of his hole, how hot it was, the muscles clenching the thing that was going into him. But the sight of that beautiful face clenched up in ecstasy as he gripped his ankles and opened as wide as he could for me was compensation.

Then, all of a sudden, he started to gasp... 'Miss, Miss...' I could feel by the thickening of his penis that he was about to cum, and so I gave him permission, at which he immediately released rope after rope of hot young sperm, hitting himself in the face, on the chest until the spurts reduced to a dribble down my hand.

I withdrew the dildo of the strap-on carefully while he was still twitching with aftershocks and took the sticky, still hard, sperm-coated penis in my mouth to taste him, to feel those twitches inside me and to give him the electric shocks of my soft mouth on the raging nerve ends of his post-orgasm penis.

I came out from between his legs, allowing him to release his ankles as we both laughed about what had happened. It was a lovely moment. I was looking at his beautiful body, streaked with sperm, sperm that I sought out and pushed into my mouth with my fingers as he smiled. Then I went to the bathroom, got him some towels, and he mopped up what little sperm I hadn't eaten.

'Feel free to have a shower,' I said, the first words we had spoken since I pegged his beautiful hole.

'Oh, I will,' he said, jumping up and heading to the bathroom. I followed him and watched as he soaped himself up in the steam, chatting cheerfully about how he was looking forward to working with me on The Maiden.

'Oh, it's going to be quite a summer,' I said. He smiled. He knew it was. It already was.