I held Eve in my arms; she
smiled at me and leaned in to me, kissing me hard. I undid her bikini top and
allowed it to fall onto the floor. We moved to the bed, kissing and cuddling,
my hand went to her breast, and I fondled it.
We hugged and kissed, as we
slowly crossed from the door of the cabin to the bed. Her hand went down to my
swimming trunks, and she rubbed my cock over them, I put my hand to her groin
and began to rub her clit, she smiled and kissed me hard, passionately. We
reached the bed and flopped onto it. My hand was now inside her bikini bottoms,
rubbing her shaven clit with a finger just inside her haven. She pulled me to
her hard, hugging me, as her arousal grew.
She pushed my trunks down to
get access to my dick. I helped her take them off and her bikini bottoms, and
put my hand back to her clit massaging it, rubbing it hard, a
finger straying inside. She moaned as I began to finger her, she hugged me to
her enjoying the sensations as she climbed the ladder of euphoria. I moved,
putting my lips to her clit and licking it and then probing her cunt with my
tongue, deep and passionately, she took my dick in her mouth and began to rub
her luscious lips, up and down the shaft.
Her tongue tickled the tip,
her thumb and finger rubbed the base, making me hard and throbbing. I moved
again, she was now very wet, and my cock slipped inside her gracefully. She
moaned in satisfaction as he slipped into her well-oiled haven. I lay on her
for a second, and then pulled out. I slowly slipped him back inside, out and
in, long and slow, bringing her to a high state of arousal. I continued with
the long slow strokes for a while, and then began to move faster and faster,
ramming my cock into her cunt hard and fast, she moaned and moaned, as I rode
her with energy and force. Our thighs slapped as I crashed into her with effort
and passion.
She dug her talons into my
back when she rode her orgasm, I held on, wanting her to have two, she went
rigid riding the orgasm then relaxed a bit and I continued to ram my cock into
her. She tensed again digging her talons into my back, she shuddered and I shot
my load deep into the condom and we both relaxed, slowly coming down from a
euphoric high.
“Hum, Wade, that was good,
very good. You release the moorings and I will…” she was saying when I put my
hand over her mouth, I had heard something.
“Shush, I think someone just
got on board, hide in the wardrobe and I will check,” I whispered.
“You are not married, are
you?” she asked, afraid that I had lied to her.
I kissed her, “No, which is
why I want you to hide, if there is trouble, I want you safe,” I said and
kissed her again.
I moved silently off the bed
and she got in the wardrobe. I closed the door quietly and then stealthily made
my way to the stern of the boat.
It was a rather large boat, a
sixty foot cabin cruiser, sea going and I used it to entertain my conquests.
They thought I was wealthy. I wasn’t that wealthy.
My Uncle who had raised me
after my parents died in a car crash was a surgeon with a private practice. He
earned royalties from a device he invented when operating. He was wealthy and
one day I would be, when the trust fund was released. Till then I had to manage
on fifty thousand a year. After expenses.
My Uncle had bought the boat a
cabin cruiser, and at sixty foot it wasn’t a small one, with four cabins or
bedrooms, a living area, two deck areas, a lounge and a dining area with
obviously a galley and four toilets or heads, as we navy types call them.
I used it as a place to fuck
my conquests, but Eve had been with me for several months now and it was
serious, I wanted to marry her. I needed something to do. I got bored at home,
so I chartered the boat out to fishermen, at ten thousand for a full day’s
fishing, twenty four hours and we ate what we caught. There were stores on
board just in case the fish were not biting and when I went on the trips, I
employed a captain and chef for the day.
What a great life, fishing all
day out in the boat, good company and doing it in luxury. On the stern we had
two chairs which were bolted down for merlin or swordfish or even shark fishing,
the less capable or experienced used the side rails with line and hook.
I had been out with Eve and
taken her back to my boat, where our passions took over. Fucking on a boat is
great as the boat rocks from side to side and you pump away at the woman
beneath you. There is nothing like it, forget your mile high club, have a fuck
on a rocking boat, that is fun and we intended on sleeping on the boat.
I was learning about the boat,
but I needed to pass my ticket to take people out myself, but then again why
should I, when for four hundred a day I get a qualified captain, another two
hundred and I get a qualified engineer and two hundred for the chef, so why
work, when I can fish with the customers?
I made six thousand on average
per trip, when you include fuel and insurance and the annual upkeep. Very nice,
thank you, to enjoy myself.
Carefully I walked down the
corridor to the stairs, heading towards the stern, looking all around, I did have
a gun on board, but I didn’t take it with me and to be honest, I was afraid of
shooting someone, an innocent, by mistake.
There was a figure in the back
part, the rear well, they appeared to be looking about as well, treading
quietly, making sure the boat was empty, perhaps? They
entered the rear of the sitting area, I was behind the bar that projected into
the area and they looked in my direction. I ducked behind the bar; they had a
gun in their hand.
I would need to expose myself
to get to the radio on the bridge, I decided to wait and let them move off,
before I made my move to call for help.
I was in two minds, should I
rush them hoping to knock the gun out of their hand, or grab a bottle and sneak
up behind them hitting them over the head with it? I chose the latter, and
picked up a bottle, it chinked against the next one, and I cursed under my
breath.
I looked around the side of
the bar and the area was empty. Where had they gone? I moved towards the rear
doors onto the well and opened them quietly. I went to the rear and looked up
the walkway, hoping to see them walking away, but they weren’t, so I went back,
looking all around the well area, and turned to enter and there they were,
facing me and pointing the gun at me, menacingly.
“Who are you? I have called
the police and they will be here in a minute.” There was the sound of sirens
and I smiled. “Sounds as though they are here, I’d run if I were you,” I said
bravely.
“Isn’t that the sirens
disappearing?” she asked as they went away.
“Well, perhaps that isn’t
them, but they are on their way,” I said with bravado.
The person was dressed in all
black, a cat suit, with a hood and eye holes in it like a ski mask and they
were pointing the gun directly at me.
“Look, take the boat, if that
is what you want, I will leave,” I said, wondering how I was going to get Eve
off.
“A nice big boat, it looks to
be in good order. Is there fuel in the tanks?” the person asked. It was a
female voice.
“Yes, they should be about
half full and there is food. Put the gun down and I will leave,” I said.
“I don’t think so. I will need
someone to drive the boat. It does belong to you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does, look, can’t we
sit down and talk about this without the gun?” I asked nervously.
“No,” she said bluntly, then
added, “You will raise your hands slowly, dropping the bottle and show me
around, you lead. Are you alone?” she asked, waving the gun for me to take the
lead.
“Yes, yes, I was just going to
go for a trip, do a bit of fishing,” I said.
“Good idea, we shall do that.
Once you have shown me around, now if you don’t mind, oh and by the way, you do
have customs clearance don’t you, to leave, seeing as you just said that you
were going to go for a boat ride?” She was still waving the gun at me,
indicating that I lead the way.
“Yes, I have all the papers to
go fishing, b-but I usually have a captain. I am not qualified to take
passengers out, so why don’t you ask another boat owner to take you fishing?” I
asked, hoping she would do. She just smiled.
It amazed me that even with
her face hidden, I knew she was smiling.
“Why, when there is this one
fuelled up and ready to go, with food and all. It is very comfortable. I think
I will take this one, with you. I can’t have you notifying the police now, can
I?” she asked.
“I-I won’t, honest I won’t
tell anyone, not for a day, say, how is that? That should give you plenty of
time to get well away from here,” I said nervously.
“I am getting bored and my
finger is getting tired. I would hate it if the gun went off accidentally. You
lead,” she demanded.
I led off, going into the
first cabin, she told me to lie on the bed face down. I did as told and she
opened the drawers and the cupboards, then she told me to move on. I led her
from cabin to cabin up onto the bridge, into the lounge, the galley and into
all the heads. She even told me to lift the hatch to the bilges. Finally we
arrived at the cabin where I had just had sex with Eve.
I went into the cabin where
she was hiding in the wardrobe and the woman looked at the bags on the floor,
she tipped them up, emptying the contents out onto the floor.
“What have we here? You are
alone, so you said, so these must belong to you, panties and bras. Are you a
transvestite? These are yours, aren’t they? Or is there someone hiding in here?”
She was again smiling at me, what could I do? I was stuck, if I said no, she
would know that there was someone else on board, if I said yes, how
embarrassing would that be? I decided to keep Eve out of this and said that
they were mine, blushing as I spoke.
“Very nice, they are sexy,
aren’t they? Strip, I want to see you wearing them,” she told me. She was
testing me.
“I-I don’t do that whilst tied
up, at the dock, just in case someone sees me. I-I usually wait until I am out
of the marina,” I said, trying to get out of the situation.
“Now I have a problem. If they
are yours then fine, but if they are not that means that there is someone else
on board and that means I will have to shoot them, after torturing you to find
out where you have hidden them. Do you want me to shoot them? If they are
yours, put them on.” She was smiling at me,
“B-But can’t it wait till
later, what if someone sees me? They will laugh at me, have some mercy! Once we
are clear of the marina, then I will, willingly,” I said.
She cocked the gun. “I don’t
like to be kept waiting. Strip, and put these panties on,” she told me, bending
down and tossing the panties to me.
I looked at her then the
panties, I was trapped, either I did as told or she would know that my
girlfriend was on board, so I did as told and she mocked me, laughing at me, as
I stood there in just the panties, “They do look sweet on you. Now this bra, go
on,” she demanded, and I put it on, “What have we here? A suspender belt, we
have to have this on, don’t we, and the stockings. Do it,” she demanded, making
fun of me, handing me the items as she picked them up.