Page 9 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
I lie there, sighing with content. Damn. It feels so good just imagining her. How much better it would be to have the real thing… Stop it. I get up, clean up the mess, and go up to work in the saloon. At least I won’t do anything stupid for the rest of the day. And I’ll worry about tomorrow later.
I concentrate on the stocks for about thirty minutes before I notice Elle coming out from the lounge and stop at the trampoline. I pretend to type on my computer, but I can’t stop myself from ogling her. Her cover up is unbuttoned, showing her bikini. Why is she wearing a bikini? Goddamn. She looks so sexy. Those long legs! My mouth waters at the sight. Is she wearing her bikini to tease me? No, she doesn’t know I’m here.
My eyes follow her movement.
She stretches for a moment before lying down.
I admire her long legs a moment longer and resume my work on my laptop.
But it’s hard to analyze stocks while a beautiful girl is lying just a few feet away. I look up once in a while to check her out.
She is absorbed in her reading for the next half an hour or so, totally unware of my existence. I’m beginning to feel jealous of the billionaire in her book. The windows aren’t tinted, and if she just looked, she would see me. I guess the story is getting interesting, or even steamy.
A moment later Elle looks restless, her leg moves up and down as she rubs her foot on the trampoline. And then she puts down the book and looks around her. What she does next makes my dick jump. And I thought I had put my lust under control!
She puts her hand under her bikini bottom. She’s playing with herself. What a wicked girl! I didn’t see it in her at all. She was all blushing when I spoke to her earlier. She isn’t as innocent as I thought, and the fact turns me on.
It’s all I can do not to rush out to help her out, even though my swollen manhood is trying to break my zip. Damn. I can’t move my eyes away, although I despite myself for being a voyeur. Elle squeezes her tits over her bikini top and wriggles slightly. Fuck me. I unzip my shorts and pull out my throbbing hardness.
I hear Elle’s shout the moment I climax. I’m pretty sure she calls out my name, but it could be my imagination. As I wipe my come off me, I keep watching her. She looks satisfied. I can see the smile on her face. Holy shit. She’s a mature woman, not a little girl.
Suddenly she turns to look my way, and she must see me, because her jaw falls open.
Shit. I shove my wilted Johnson back into my pants.
She gets up quickly and walks all the way to the edge of the deck. She stands there with her back facing my way without moving. I stand up, thinking about whether I should go out to speak to her and what to say to her.
I’m still hesitating when Elle flings her cover-up onto the deck and dives into the ocean.
“No Elle!” I shout as I rush out to the deck, stripping as I go.
But she’s already swum away fast. Damn.
Chapter 8
Elle
It horrified me when I realized Dan was inside the saloon. I couldn’t see him clearly because it was bright outside, but he could see me without a doubt!
I’m so ashamed. Jumping into the sea is the only thing I can do to escape. I keep swimming and swimming. All I want is to exhaust myself and forget what happened earlier.
I don’t care if there were sharks, sea ghosts, or anything else. Dan must think I’m a slutty girl. I read trashy books and masturbate. He will despise me. He doesn’t care for me now and he won’t later either, that’s for sure.
I slow down a bit after swimming nonstop for a few minutes. I open my eyes under the sea surface and look around me. The sea is beautiful but also eerie. The bright sunshine breaks into faint streaks and it doesn’t really illuminate. There are flickers all around me like fireflies in the night. I guess they’re planktons, but at the moment they feel like ghosts’ eyes. I become dizzy and I jerk my head up to breathe. That’s when I realize the boat isn’t in sight. I’ve swum far. Too far from Dan. I miss him already. Suddenly I panic and forget how to move my arms and legs.
I hear shouts around me, but I can’t see anyone.
“Dan!” I cry, suddenly desperate for his muscular arms.
I struggle to stay afloat, but I sink instead. I drink a few gulps of sea water and cough.
Just then I feel a powerful arm catching my waist. “I got you, sweetheart.” Thank God! It’s Dan’s voice.
I hold on to his shoulders and cry.
He holds me tightly in his arms. “Good Lord! You scared the shit out of me!”
I’m able to swim again, with Dan next to me, and we make it back to the boat soon.
