Islands in the Storm (closed)

[Rick345]

Rob flipped his jet black hair hanging in his steel blue eyes as he reached toward the back pocket of his kaki cargo shorts and pulled out a red handkerchief.
"Damn when will this heat ever let up", he murmured as he wiped the red worn cloth across his sunburned face.. Sweat stinging his eyes.

His sunburned weather beaten face made him look older than 32 years. His five O'clock shadow made him look more hoodlum than handsome. It was only ten O'clock and the temperature is already 95 degrees and climbing..

Stepping on to the dock from the 'Cindi Ann', a sturdy but aging 40 foot scuff he attaches a hose to the faucet and begins washing down his baby.. Getting it wet more than anything else before pouring on a generous layer of tide detergent. Satisfied there were enough soap flakes scattered about he wets down the deck once more before turning off the water and grabbing a push broom.. Rolling up the hose he begins the laborious task of scrubbing the deck churning the soap flakes into a rich froth, of white creamy suds... Which reminded him after this he deserved a beer.. A nice ice cold brew, his tongue slipping shying between his lips just thinking about it..

Just as he was about to turn on the hose to rinse the suds away the radio blared, " This is NOAA weather radio bulletin 135 at 1400 hours tropical storm Richard has been upgraded to a dangerous storm with gale force winds of 40 knots and is expected to strengthen to hurricane strength within the next few hours.

"Fuck I hope Richard doesn't become a real dick!", rinsing the suds from the deck turning the hose on himself trying to cool down... He could taste salt as the cool water washed over his sunburned weather beaten face making him look older than his 32 years.

"Cindi old girl looks like we maybe in for a blow", patting the railing on the for deck as he gazes out at the horizon.. No matter how many storms he'd been through the calm before the storm always seems unnatural.

"Maybe we'll dodge the bullet ol' girl." At that moment there was a vibration in his pocket as the group Home Free began to sing, "There once was a ship that put to sea and the name of the ship was the Billy 'O Tea" It took him a second before he realized it as the new ring tone on his cell.. Reaching his callused hand it catches on the worn cotton lining of the oversize pocket before grabbing his phone and pulling it out..

"Who could this be?" a voice betraying how perturbed at any interruption that might keep him from his well deserved beer, not recognizing the number.

“Hello, listen if you’re calling about some extended warranty bullshit I ain’t interested...”

 

[brandijade]

Clarissa had been in bed when the phone rang. The office. She picked it up and scurried out of her boyfriend’s bedroom.

“Have you seen to the Moreau Isle property?” It was Sylvia, the office manager.

“What do you mean?” Clarissa said. At 24, she was younger and hotter than Sylvia, than any of the other girls in the office. She was also good at her job. She sold houses. Of course, they made comments about her tits, her lips, her ass, all of which had been helped beyond what nature intended, but they thought it made her stupid. It made her smart. She was selling an image, as much as a house. And a beautiful blonde made a difference to certain buyers. Bolted on DDs were to a woman what a tailored suit or an Italian sports car were to a man.

It also made a difference to certain older office managers.

“I mean that you were the last to show it,” Sylvia said.

“Yes,” Clarissa answered. “That was last week, is there a problem?”

“There is, a big dick,” Sylvia said. “Hurricane Richard?”

“Yeah, I know, it was on the news,” Clarissa said, rolling her eyes. If Sylvia would get to the point, maybe she could fix whatever the problem was.

“Moreau Isle is directly in the path,” Sylvia said. “I assume you put the storm shutters up when you left last week?”

Because last week, Hurricane Richard was a tropical depression somewhere far, far away. Last week, they had been planning an open house on the island. Of course she hadn’t put the storm shutters up. They were covered with dust and cobwebs in the cellar, under the front porch.

“You know that any damages to the house because of your negligence….”

“I know,” Clarissa said. “I’ll take care of it.” The firm operated on a simple policy. You were the last one there, it was your responsibility. She started dialing and snuck back into the bedroom to gather her clothes.

The sundress she had worn to the party last night showed way more cleavage than she really wanted to be flaunting today, but she didn’t have time to go home, not when she was basically overlooking the harbor. Not when the usual boatmen were laughing at her request.

One of them finally gave her a number, though. Rob something of the Cindi Ann. She dialled. He answered, saying something about a warranty that threw her for a moment, until she realized what was going on.

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars if you can get me to Moreau Isle this morning,” she said. “Good morning. My name’s Clarissa, and I am as serious as a heart attack. I can be at the harbor in five minutes. Please say yes, you have no idea how important this is to me.”

 

[Rick345]

A finger guiding across the phone quickly reveals' the current position and predicted path of Richard, as he does a quick calculation in his head… If all she wants is a lift to the island he could do that no problem but given the speed restrictions in the channel and the fact even in open water it would take two hours out and two hours back that would be cutting it close maybe a little too close. Tapping the phone while spreading his index finger and thumb apart the storm tracking chart enlarges and it becomes evident Richard was also heading to Moreau.

“Five hundred dollars”, his eyebrow arched at the sound of that… That kind of money for a few hours work very tempting indeed. Probably some rich bitch whose parents are loaded throwing a party for her friends he thought to himself.

Until the robotic tone of NOAA radio chimed in, “This is NOAA weather radio bulletin 136 at 1500 hours the barometric pressure continues to drop as Richard becomes more organized with gusts up to 50 knots at its eye-wall. The Coast Guard advises all vessels remain in port until farther notice.”

“Listen Clarissa I’d love to help you out but there’s a storm coming in I’d advise you and your friends cancel your party and have it another time.”

A sly smile parted his lips as he remembered all the crazy beach parties he went to as a kid. The booze, the babes, the songs, and dancing in the sand from sundown till sun up.. It took a moment to get his thoughts back on track before he continued to speak.

“Besides the Coasties just issued a small craft advisory saying all vessels should stay in port… If we get out there and something happens five hundred bucks wouldn’t begin to cover the cost of a Coast Guard rescue they charge for rescues now, not like back in the day..”

Maybe that would discourage Clarissa, so he could grab a quick shower maybe pick up a bottle of Captain Morgan and call Mary Lou maybe she’d be interested in having their own private hurricane party..

“Clarissa, it’s been nice talking to you but ain’t the time to go island hopping”

 

[brandijade]

"Please," she said. She let it hang there for a moment, soft, feminine. She didn't know this guy from a hole in the ground, but there was that condescension in his tone. He was half a breath away from calling her Little Lady and patting her on the head. Clarissa could use that.

"Please, Rob," she said, letting her fear sound in her voice. A damsel in distress. A chance for him to be The Big Man. "It's not a party. I'm not talking about island hopping. It's my future, ok? There's a house out there that I have to close up before the storm hits, or it's going to do God knows how much damage, and I'm going to be held responsible. It's an old house, and a lot of the fixtures and furnishings are antiques. I just need to get out there and close the shutters. It'll take ten minutes. If we have to call the Coast Guard, I swear, I'll pay for it. Please, please say yes. The sooner we go, the better chance we have of making it out there and back."

As she spoke, she walked briskly towards the harbor.

"If you don't help me, I don't know what I'll do," she said, and her voice cracked with her stress. She wasn't even faking it, she was actually close to tears. He'd probably like that. He'd get to be the Hero. He actually would be her hero, she thought. "Rob, the guy who gave me your number said you were the only guy with balls to go out there this morning. Please. I need this."

She walked into the harbor, scanning the docks for a Cindi Ann.

 

[Rick345]

“Ah damn it”, looking at his phone he always fell for the damsel in distress.. It would certainly take more the ten minutes to get to the island and back but the tremble in her voice tugged at his heart… If they left out lickety split they could out run the storm… If NOAA was right, that thought sent a shiver up his spine… The sound of her voice is as sweet as honey and took his thoughts from Richard, NOAA, it took his thoughts from everything but her.

Scanning the docks he spotted a buxom blond walking at a pace quick enough to put all her assets in motion, wearing a white dress that did nothing to hamper the jiggling of her considerable endowments..

‘Rob, the guy who gave me your number said you were the only guy with balls to go out there this morning. Please. I need this.’, came over his phone in a voice almost pleading..

Her appeal to his masculinity and her obvious femininity was a cocktail too potent to resist.

“OK, OK you got yourself a ride to Moreau but we got to hurry”, his attention so fixed on bounce of her boobs he forgot to tell her which dock he was tired at.. What had just happened a moment ago he was dead set against taking this woman anywhere and one look at her and he was willing to whatever she asked…

“Clarissa I’m down here the second dock form the end I’m waving a red hanky, you see it”, one hand on his hip the other waving a worn red rag in the air… Luckily he’d topped up the fuel tanks this morning that drained his wallet. But that saved a bit of time.. Hopefully whatever she had to do on the island wouldn’t take long and they can make it back quick enough.

 

[brandijade]

She stopped, looking around. Second dock. Red hankie. There. She waved, and started towards him, as fast as she could in her heels, without jiggling herself right out of the dress. Even from this distance, she could see that he was staring, and for a brief moment, she wondered if going out on a boat with a total stranger was a good idea. But she had no choice.

And as she got closer, she saw he was pretty cute. Not that anything would happen. He was too working class, and Clarissa had worked hard to get away from that life. She had a boyfriend who made six digits and made sure they had a five star life, and she wasn't going to blow that over some boat guy with pretty eyes.

She reached the boat and hesitated, not sure if he expected her to ask to come aboard or to just climb in. As she stood, biting her lip, a stray gust of with caught her flimsy dress and blew the skirt up, giving him a nice look at her round, full hips and the skimpy pink thong that left almost nothing to the imagination.

"I'm sorry," she said, pushing the dress down, as the breeze went another way and seemed to let go of it. "I'm Clarissa. Should I just... hop in?"

 

[Rick345]

The gnawing nervous feeling that settled uneasy in his stomach from a breeze that removed his hat causing it to away into the drink and stirred his thoughts of the incoming storm gave way the uneasy feeling whenever in seen pretty girl.. Particularity a girl that obviously out classed him.. Watching his hat drift lazy on the water out of the corner of his eye there came a flash of pink…

Looking up there was Clarissa in all her natural beauty, her dress bellowing above her waist her full hips on display covered by little of nothing she’s close enough it was obvious not a single hair covered what the tiny pink triangle barely hid. Watching as she did her best to recover her modesty.. The smallest of smiles softened his expression as he enjoyed her predicament yet felt embarrassed for her as well.

“Should I just... hop in?"

“Where are my manners?”, reaching out to her, “Grab hold and give a little hop as I help you up, we have to hurry”

Grabbing hold of her soft delicate hand she felt as lite as a sack of feathers as he slowly pulled her upward.. If he had thought about it perhaps a real gentleman would have stepped off the boat and picked her up by the waist but there was no time.. Maybe his unconscious just wanted to get his hands on everything he just seen, ah who was he kidding if she didn't need this ride she wouldn't go within ten feet of him.. But a guy can dream...

As she safely plants both feet on board he quickly released the mooring line before turning toward her and offering a handshake, “Welcome aboard Clarissa I’m Rob, nice to meet you” Mesmerized by the way the strengthening breezes plays with her flowing blond hair.. He hadn’t noticed his extended hand was covered in grease and grim from the rope..

 

[brandijade]

The same gust that blew her skirt up blew his hat off, and he looked away at the perfect moment. Just not for long enough. She almost got herself covered before his head snapped back. There was no doubting that he saw. But he was cool about it. He didn't say anything. He just reached a hand out to help her aboard. It was a rough hand, strong but also surprisingly gentle, and she couldn't help smiling as he held on until she was standing on the deck.

Even in the protected waters of the harbor, even tied to the dock, there was a sway to the boat that she didn't remember from her last trip out to the island. The swells pushed ahead of the storm, she was sure, and she bit her lip. Was this crazy? she asked herself. Was this worth the risk? She had done the math, two hours to Moreau, maybe an hour on the island, two hours back. Five hours, and the storm wasn't due to make landfall for almost exactly five hours. They were going to be fine, as long as nothing unexpected happened.

Before she had even thought it through, though, he had cast off from the dock.

She shook his hand as he offered it again, smiling. Yes, he had just had her hand in his, but what difference did it really make? She shook his hand.

"Thank you so much for doing this, Rob," she said. "You really are a life-saver."

When he let go of her hand, she noticed the streaks of grease and dirt left behind. She scrunched her face in annoyance, but shook it off. Of course his hands were grimy. He was that type of guy. And of course he hadn't wiped them clean, even with that red hanky in his other hand. He was like the boys she had dated in school, when she just went with the guys that turned her on, before she realized that she had the kind of looks that could draw a rich young man willing to splurge on her.

Yeah, five years ago, she'd be all over Rob.

"So, um, what do you usually do for work?" she asked. "I can't imagine the ferrying damsels business is steady enough to keep you afloat."

 

[Rick345]

At least she was safely aboard she was talking to him but his mind was elsewhere playing the seance where her dress was above her waist and those smooth tone legs were on full display it was a given she took care of herself. But his thoughts kept returning to that little pink triangle doing its best to cover would it could given its size wasn’t much. Given that patch of cloth wasn’t as big as an eye patch she was probably tight as fuck. It was effort to stop the daydream before his manhood would betray his thoughts.

He could still feel her soft touch and her perfume subtle, a fragrance that beckons a man’s attention as it draws him in… Finally the words, “enough to keep you afloat" broke through his thoughts..

His eyes cast her way, his face flushed scarlet, “I’m so sorry I I didn’t realize my hand was so grimy”

Spinning left and flinging open a cupboard yanking out almost a yard of industrial strength blue shop towel and a small squirt bottle of hand cleaner… “I’m really sorry the ‘Glop’ will clean you up in a jiffy, its got a weird name but it works…”

Handing over the paper towel and hand cleaner, “Again I’m so sorry sometimes I’m just an idiot. What did you ask?My thoughts were elsewhere with the storm coming on and everything.”, wiping his hands clean offering a smile half from embarrassment and thankful she didn’t seem overly upset by has careless handshake…

Some of these rich bitches get bend out of shape over nothing.. Like there were queens and everyone else exists to do their bidding.. So far she didn’t come across that way but anyone that could afford even a shack on Moreau had to be loaded..

“I jabber when I’m embarrassed what did you ask Clarissa?”, feeling the blush fading from his cheeks.

 

[brandijade]

He was distracted, and Clarissa had a pretty good idea why. It would have been flattering under different circumstances, but they didn't have time for it. She took the glop and the towels, and with a moment's scrubbing her hands were clean. And probably smelled like a deck hand's. She sniffed them. Not that she wanted him dwelling on her femininity any more than could be helped.

"It's not important," she said, waving off the question she had asked. "We should get moving, don't you think?"

But there was something about his nervous chatter that she found charming. This guy who seemed so cocky on the phone, who was clearly thought of as some kind of daredevil by his peers, was coming to pieces because he saw her panties. To be fair, these panties were as skimpy as they come, and were made to make guys come to pieces, but it was still a rush.

"Please, Rob," she said. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're the one doing me a favor, remember? And I was just making small talk when I should be staying out of your way so we can get to Moreau. In fact, Captain, where do you want me?"

As the words came out, she heard them as he might, instead of how she intended them. She blushed.

"I mean, where I'll be out of your way."

 

[Rick345]

“You’re right we’re burning daylight”, with a twist of the key the engine cranked and came to life.. Putting it in reverse the vessel lurched. “Hang on to the rails there’s a life vest in the well on your left, you don’t have to wear if you don’t want too, but just in case things get rough you’ll have it, use it as a seat cushion if you want.”, noting it probably wouldn’t fit due to her considerable endowments. But according to regulations every passenger must have a flotation device.

His eyes focus on her own personal flotation devices still giving the hint of a jiggle from the lurch of the boat..

“If you could ease forward and eye pealed to the port side till we are out of the channel that would be appreciated. Lean forward if you have to just make sure I don’t foul the hull.”, his eyes facing toward the stern unaware Clarissa was less than a step in front on him.. As he slipped the transmission into forward and opening the throttle. The boat lunched toward causing Clarissa to stumble backward. Flinging his arm out to save her catching her about the waist…

Her firm young ass pressing momentarily against his thigh. As he tightens his grip on waist his hand finally coming to rest on her hip. Her sweet smelling hair tickling his face. Giving her a little squeeze pressing her shapely ass into thigh before letting her go. Her ass felt so good it couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like fucking her from behind… Biting his bottom lip at the thought.

But there was no time to think about that like he even had a chance, besides they had to make it to the island… He made sure she had her footing before releasing her reluctantly.

“Talk about saving damsels in distress, that was a close one.”, smiling, with a twinkle in his eye and genuine consern in a low pitched whisper, “You OK?”

 

[brandijade]

Clarissa grabbed the rail as the boat lurched back, and looked around for the life preserver. Having spotted it, she considered putting it on, but that could wait, she thought. Despite the approaching storm, it was still a clear day, and at least inside the harbor, the water was calm. Per his instructions, she went to the rail

"Port is left, right?" she said, and then the boat lurched forward unexpectedly. Her heels were not ideal for the deck, and she completely lost her balance. She'd have fallen on her ass if a strong arm hadn't caught her. He held her tight against him as her feet scrabbled, trying to get under her, and then she got herself standing. She could feel his breath on her neck, his hand holding her hip, his thigh bracing her from behind. It was an incredibly awkward position.

"Sorry," she said, a little breathless. "I guess my sea legs are in the shop."

He let go of her and she leaned against the railing, holding it with one hand, and her skirt with the other. She giggled a little at his damsel crack. She wondered about the life preserver again, but just crossed her fingers that the rest of the trip out would be smoother.

"I'm fine," she said. "I'll try to be less of a hazard the rest of the trip."

 

[Rick345]

A smile curled his lips as she remarked about her lack of sea legs… She was cool able to take everything in stride not like some of the rich bitches he’d encountered before.. Were every little put them in a tizzy.

“No worries I’ll make a sailor out of you before this is over. When I was in the Merchant Marine I put out loads of seamen.”, for a moment he didn’t realize how that sounded, “I mean, I help train many an able bodied sailor.”, not even blushing this time amazed how quickly he was becoming more comfortable around her..

“Port is the left side of a boat. No matter which way you’re facing the left side in relation to the bow is port side. And I hope you’re right and we have smooth sailing from here on out.”

Slowing the engine, “We’re coming into the channel keep an eye out and warn me if I get too close the side of the channel..”

On the radio came another announcement, “Seas nearing six feet with swells reaching ten feet in open water the Coast Guard advise vessels less than 30 feet stay in port”, his expression soured instantly.. Turning on the FM radio to see if he could catch a little more cheery broadcast. Twisting the dial and landing on a blast from the past.
“This is Barnacle Bill live from Lulu's Tavern where the biggest hurricane party of the year is already under way… Grab that frozen concoction that helps you hold on, and your honey with the other and hunker down… While I spin up Van Morrison…"

Within seconds came, pausing rythum of Riders on the storm, Riders on the storm, Into this house, we're born Into this world, we're thrown.....

 

[brandijade]

Clarissa couldn't help giggling at his seaman slip.

"No judgement," she said, with a playful smile. "I understand different rules apply when you're out to sea."

His answer about port clarified things slightly, but relation to the bow confused her again. But before she could ask what it meant, they were coming to the channel. She at least understood too close to the side. She was watching, waving him one way or another whenever it seemed like he was more than a hair off of dead center down the channel, when he switched the radio on.

Six foot seas, ten foot swells. It didn't sound good. They were supposed to have five hours before the storm hit, she thought, but she hadn't quite understood how much the storm pushes up the seas ahead of it. She also wasn't a very good judge of boats. Surely this wasn't thirty feet. She turned to look over her shoulder at him when he switched the channel to the local it's-classic-rock-not-oldies! station, where their popular morning DJ was broadcasting from one of the bars along the beach.

It sounded like he might have had one too many frozen concoctions already. But Rob's face didn't show any sign of worry. Whether that meant they were ok or that he just didn't give a shit, she couldn't say for sure, but one way or another, it seemed like they were committed. She returned to watching the channel, and wondered if she should put the life vest on.

 

[Rick345]

“You’re doing fine”, shouting over the thumbing of the diesel motors..

This passage required his undivided attention, keeping an eye on the channel and Clarissa was all he could manage.. He has to admire her grit, she was probably scared out of her wits, but she was hanging on to the rails with a death grip her knuckles bone white. But she was doing her job.. Luckily within a mile they would be in open water.. If facing ten-foot seas could be considered lucky.. A clap of thunder sounded like cannon fire.

A flash brightens the sky from a distant black, ugly group of clouds to the southwest.. As the boat beginnings to yawl from the chop.. And the breezes come steady from the north.. Clarissa's hair stands straight back like a blonde flag being held taut.. Maybe she could stow before for the rest of the trip..

The bow heaved upward and comes down, slapping the water, jarring his teeth…

“Well, you earned your sailor strip, we are in open water.. See if you can make it back without getting soaked. You can stow below.”, hoping she heard..

A wave comes over the bow, hitting Clarissa broadside, knocking her down.. Hopefully she can hang on… She’s drenched, soaked from head to toe..

“Clarissa!”, all he could do was scream everything happens so fast...

 

[brandijade]

Everything was fine, and then it wasn't. The boat went up, and it was like an elevator. But then it dropped so abruptly, Clarissa's feet left the deck, and only her death grip on the rail kept her from flying off. When it hit the trough of the wave, the spray drenched her. Her heels were definitely not the right shoes for this, but she managed to stay on her feet, but she was coughing up half the ocean it seemed like.

They were clear of the channel at least, but the next wave was almost on them.

Christ he sounded casual. Talking about sailor strips and whatever. She braced herself for the next wave, and this time she held her breath when the spray hit and didn't end up breathing in quite so much. Below sounded good. She wasn't going to be much good on deck, and she didn't think she'd last for two hours of this. She turned, making her way hand over hand along the rail. The boat lurched under her feet as the next wave hit at a different angle.

This time, it wasn't spray that hit her. It was a wall of water. It knocked her feet out from under her and ripped the railing out of her hand. For a moment, she thought she was going over, and then she was tumbling head over heels across the deck. Her hands flailed and finally caught hold of something, and she held on for her life until the water was gone and she could look around. She had made the trip back more quickly than intended. She was on her belly at Rob's feet, holding onto the pilot console.

The hatch was just a few feet away, but before she could make a move, the deck pitched again, and another torrent washed over her. When it had passed, she scrambled, hands and knees across the deck, and dove through the hatch. Something pulled her back, and she strained forward in blind panic until it gave. There was a ripping sound, and her dress stayed where it had caught on a cleat while she tumbled down the ladder.

 

[Rick345]

What the fuck had just happened everything was fine then he saw Clarissa holding for dear life then she was at his feet then scrambling down in the hold… Everything had happened so fast he didn’t have time to think, only react… Rushing down into the hold something wrapped around his face, his hand reacted and grabbing whatever it was and throwing it down…

He didn’t see her.. He caught something out of the corner of his eye… A dark blob hunched under the ladder. He reaches out and grasping for her hand, his eyes still not adjusted interior just one lone shift of light piercing the darkness.. At least for the moment the fury of waves and wind subsided…

“Clarissa, you OK”, a quiver of fear in his voice.

All he could think of was how close she had come to being washed away, then another wave of fear ran down his spine, was she dead? With a tumble like that, she’d be damn lucky if she didn’t bruise more than her ego. He reached out to her, hoping she could see better than he could..

 

[brandijade]

When she fell, she hit her head on the ladder, and the world spun around her. For a moment, things started to go black, but she didn't pass out. She put her hand on the back of her head and it throbbed, but it didn't feel too bad. Then things went dark again, and she let out a moan of fear. The boat lurched as another wave hit, and water poured down, forcing her to close her eyes. Then she saw the darkness was Rob, coming down the ladder, blocking the light coming through the hatch. Something happened, and he pulled something off his face, throwing it away. Clarissa knew it looked familiar.

Then he was reaching out, and she reached up, pulling herself onto her knees and wrapping her arms around his waist. The pain and fear had banished her pride, and she snivelled into his belly, needing the comfort of strength. And that was when she realized what he had thrown away. Her dress. She had torn out of it in her blind panic to get down the hatch, and now she was naked, except for the skimpiest of thongs.

"Rob," she gasped. "Who's driving the boat?"

She let go of him, sitting back on her heels, and realized that she was exposed. She covered her DD breasts with her hands as best she could.

"Are we going to be ok?" she begged. Surely he should be up top, driving the boat. But she didn't want him to leave her alone, either.

 

[Rick345]

Suddenly feeling your arms around him and reaching out, he could feel you are soaking wet as you tremble but was so reveled you are none the worst for wear just wanting to hold you…

“Man that was close, I didn’t know what I’d find when I came down here”, letting out a long deep sigh feeling the tension evaporate his body as his arm pulls you close overwhelmed by emotion. His mind wouldn’t let go of what could have happened, lost in the moment between the terror of what could have been, the euphoria of finding you safe and sound.

"Who's driving the boat?"
Looking down, it wasn't till then did he realize you had lost your dress in the mayhem… At another time and place, your large round boobs tipped by pinkish tan pointy nipples hardened by the chill of the water would have been erotic overload.. But at the minute staying alive was all that mattered, and he pushed the thought of how outrageously sexy you are out of his head..

“Things will be claim for 30-40 minutes, I’m sure what we encountered was feeder band. If you look in the draws and cupboards down here, I think you can find ummm something to wear.. Sorry about your dress, but god I’m glad you weren’t hurt.” Trying to sound calm and reassuring.

His eyes rake over every smoking hot inch of you while biting his lip, suppressing a smile as you try to rescue what little modesty you can. Wondering if he should mention your smokey eye shadow had smeared, making you look less sultry and more like a raccoon.. Quickly deciding, discretion is the better part of valor.. Giving you one long last look before scurrying topside..

"Haller, if you need anything..."

He couldn't tell what was happening, but there was something about her that was drawing him closer

 

[brandijade]

Rob pulled himself out of her embrace gently, but firmly, and his eyes drank in the sight of her. Clarissa wondered if she should be offended, but it wasn't his fault her dress had come off. She just blushed and lowered her eyes, and as the boat lurched, her arms shot out to steady herself, baring her breasts again.

He was talking, and she had to focus to make the noises coming from his mouth resolve into words. Calm. Feeder band. Something to wear. She blushed harder and crawled towards the cupboards, well aware that in her skimpy thong, on her hands and knees, she was giving him a show plenty of guys would have gone to great lengths and spared no expense to get. But he was heading up the ladder instead.

She found a teeshirt and pulled it on. As she expected, it fell to the tops of her thighs, covering more than some of her dresses. It was old, worn thin, and clung to her damp skin, but it covered her. Then she came up the ladder.

"Thank you, Rob," she said, finding him at the wheel, holding his course over water that was unnervingly flat now. Behind her, she could see the tops of the high rises, but everywhere else was just sky and water.

"Is it ok if I stay up here until the next rough bit?" she asked. "I... feel safer... um... with you."

 

[Rick345]

Standing at the hem, glad the island was only minutes away, but his mind was still down below with you… A soft moan escaping his lips as it wanders back to your embrace… The softness of your breasts pressing into his leg.. They were so big and perfect, the remembrance of those few short seconds caused a swirl of emotion and bulge in his pants.. Thank god you’re down below out of sight out of mind isn’t that what they say, than why the fuck ain’t it working… All he can think about is you…

Maybe he shouldn’t have turned around to check on you as he climbed the ladder.. He was greeted with the sight of your sweet young ass…Your pink slit on full display the thong not even attempting to hide anything… It was like he had a snap shot of your pussy burned into his brain and that fire extended down his torso and between his loins..

Thank god you’re not topside to add to his lengthening predicament.. But the next words he hears are, ‘is it ok if I stay up here until the next rough bit’

Looking in the direction of your voice, his eyes can’t believe the undiluted sexuality of you in just a t-shirt worn so thin it was like you were wearing nothing at all. His jaw dropped, his mind reeled for words…

“Mmmm aaa yeah you can stay up here”, his eyes hanging out on their stems.. “Well I’m aaa glad you aaa found something to wear”, he didn’t want to stare but what could he do… The t-shirt didn’t cover anything, it extenuated everything, every curve, every crack and cranny. “Just stay close in case we have to hold on to each other for support.”

 

[brandijade]

When his eyes found her, Clarissa felt a rush of excitement. The tee shirt wasn't quite completely sheer, but obviously it was enough to give him an eyeful. She reminded herself she had a boyfriend, and quickly dismissed the thought. There was nothing happening here. She was just scared, breathless, her heart pounding. She was just taking comfort by staying close to Rob, they weren't actually doing anything. She slid next to him. Staying close, just like he suggested.

She snuggled under his arm, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder. His shirt was almost as wet as hers, and she could feel the heat of his body through the cold fabric. He wasn't ripped like her boyfriend, but he was solid. Work muscle, as opposed to gum muscle. She leaned closer, pressing against him. For safety.

"How much longer til we reach the island?" she said. "Do you think we'll hit another one of those, um, feeder bands?"

Her hand was on his stomach, resting on the waistband of his shorts. She bit her lip, hoping he didn't think she was resting it there on purpose. She looked down, and saw the tent in his shorts.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her eyes opening wide as her mouth hung open. He was hung. And he was hard. And she was probably being the worst tease in the world. And her fingers curled, gripping his shirt, raking her nails across his belly.

 

[Rick345]

“It won’t be long, in fact we should be able to see it any minute now”, but his eyes weren’t scanning the horizon, they were locked on her and studying how the t-shirt clings to every curve of her body. How it drapes over her pointy nipples, they must be almost a half inch long.. He says to himself.

His lips purse together as he imagines drawing them in for a good long suck…

As she snuggled into him, her soft body seemed to mold itself to his.. As she looked up at him and asked, "Do you think we'll hit another one of those, um, feeder bands?", her lips plump and moist look so inviting… In his thoughts, he could hardly resist pulling her close and kissing her, shakes his head trying to disloge his flights of fancy. But the thought lingers like a dream a long deep passionate kiss as his hand sides down and grabs her shapely ass giving those round orbs of perfection a squeeze so he can feel the heat of her pussy.

“Mmmmm you feel so nice and warm”, he whispers his hot breath on the back of her neck as his hand slips her side down her side coming to rest on her hip.

As her nails gripped her shirt and raked across his belly he tries to stifle the cry but a soft moan slips past his lips as his cock throbs oozing out a single drop of precum wishing her fingers were just a bit lower..

“God you feel so good, you are really warming me up…”, giving a little squeeze to her hip..

 

[brandijade]

There was a moment Clarissa was sure he was going to kiss her. Her eyelids slowly fluttered closed, her lips parted, her head tilted back. But instead, he spoke. His breath was on her neck, so hot it sent shivers through her. Her eyes opened, and she gasped, then closed her mouth. God, she had been about to let him kiss her. Not that he wasn't sexy, in his way, but she wasn't the sort of girl who threw herself at any cute guy that wandered past. Men earned her love. Men courted her. They proved their worth to her in ways no grubby tee-shirt wearer could do.

And she had a boyfriend, she reminded herself. His hand on her hip felt so right, though. His arm around her was so strong. For a moment, she tried to tell herself this boat represented substantial value. It did, but she knew what it was. This was no speedboat or luxury yacht. This was a floating pick-up truck.

But when he moaned, she felt it. God, she felt it everywhere. Her fingers unclenched, and spread wide. Her palm pressed against his belly, and her pinky spread over the waist of his shorts. There was the button. One little flick, and....

"God you feel so good, you are really warming me up...."

She turned her head, letting her lips brush across his throat.

"Get us to the island safely," she whispered. It was part command and part frightened request. There was an unmistakable, if unspoken promise there as well.

 

[Rick345]

He couldn’t believe what was happening at any other time in any other place she wouldn’t even see him, he’d be invisible to her. Just another of the unwashed masses. Yet here she was cuddling into him.. Sure she was afraid, and he was he safe port in a storm, but tomorrow when she’s home safe and sound she wouldn’t remember his name… He reminded himself..

But when he looked down at the thread bare shirt as it clings the roundness of her breasts and the way they jiggled every time and boat hit a wave, a surge of hormones rushed through his body. He didn’t know how much more he could take, he wanted her so badly it hurt. His balls literally ached for her. As she turned her head and the t-shirt stretched across her breasts so tight he thought her nipples may poke through, it felt like his cock was going to bust out of his pants...

As her lips brushed his neck, a shiver of pleasure rolled through him from his head to his toes. When she looked up at him, he instantly became lost in her deep blues, as he looked again her eyes looked green. Then he heard her voice.

"Get us to the island safely"

The sound of her voice was smooth soft and sensual, at that moment he’d do anything, anything for her. Her lips so close they seem to be inviting him they were so tempting, but he couldn’t. Don’t let the little head do your thinking for you, you’ll only get slapped, he thought to himself…

“Yes, ma’am see it’s right over there. See it!”, the relief in his voice was unmistakable. Outstretching his arm and pointing at a gray but visible shape a few miles distant. Leaning into her and shifting his body to aligning himself with the island, the bulge in his pants presses against her naked thigh..

Finally, making it to the island, the wave of relief washing over him was the only thing he felt...