Page 8 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
“Good to know,” Dan says, raising an eyebrow.
After a moment’s awkward silence, Martha yawns. “That fabulous lunch makes me drowsy. I think I need another nap, if you don’t mind, Dan.”
“Not at all,” Dan says.
She stands up unhurriedly, stretches and does some yoga poses, waving her ample assets right in front of Dan, and looking like she’s doing an exotic dance.
She couldn’t be more obvious! Is that how a woman seduces a man? OMG. I blush and look at Dan. I wonder why he hasn’t reached to grab her already, because that’s the natural thing a man would do, at least in the movies. But Dan is still calmly sipping his cocktail, and there’s no way I can tell whether he’s enjoying the show. His face is placid.
Martha sashays away from him and walks toward the stairs. But before she goes down, she throws a backward glance at Dan. I wonder what she’s doing. And then it dawns on me she might be sending Dan a signal. Maybe that’s her way to invite him to her cabin.
I offer to help Dan clean the lunch table and the dishes, but he tells me not to worry about them. I sit back down to watch him clean the dishes and wipe down the counter with dexterity, and sigh. He’s so self-sufficient. He doesn’t need anyone to cook for him or take care of other things for him. Again, my mom was wrong about Dan. He isn’t lonely at all. He isn’t even bored, like he told Martha earlier.
The galley is soon sparkling clean. Dan wipes his hands on a towel and walks out to the saloon, “Did you enjoy your lunch, Elle?”
“Yeah, I did,” I say. “It was real good. Thanks.”
I wait for him to say more, or to sit down next to me. His eyes flicker for a moment as he looks at me, but he keeps walking toward the stairs.
“I’m going down for a nap, too, Elle,” he says to me. “You’re the captain, now.”
“What?” I cry. “I don’t know… I can’t…”
He chuckles. “Relax, kiddo. Just kidding. I’ve set up the course. You can nap, too, if you wish.”
“N-no, I’m fine. I’ll just read my book,” I say.
“Okay,” he says with a smirk. “Enjoy!”
I go to the lounge in the back and plop down into a chair. I’m supposed to read my book, but for a while I just stare at the ocean pouting. I’m dying to know what Dan and Martha are doing down below deck, but I’m afraid to find out. What if they’re having sex? That’ll totally gross me out. I walked in on my parents once when they were doing it and it took me a while to de-traumatize. But I never open closed doors without knocking again, even in my own house.
I wonder why Dan is so cold to me back in the galley. Did he really kiss me earlier before lunch? Or has he decided Martha is a more desirable woman to have? I won’t blame him. Martha is more mature, and she knows how to seduce a man.
Damn. I wish I were more educated in that matter. My roommates last year were all nerds who spent more time in the library than at parties. I credit them for my straight A’s, but I also blame them for my lack of knowledge with guys. I wish I had paid more attention on how slutty girls made their moves toward guys, but I was too shy to even look at them. One time the girl sat next to me in the lecture hall kept caressing her legs while batting her eyelashes at a guy, and I was so embarrassed I had to switch to a different seat.
I google how to seduce a guy on my phone. Okay, there are a lot of things I need to do once I get back home. I need to get a haircut or a perm because my long straight hair is uninteresting. I also need to get some sexy lingerie and push-up bras because my chest is on the flat side. I should start working out, too, to get a better posture, and maybe broader hips. I also need to practice how to flirt. I could probably offer Dan a massage later, when we’re alone in the ship… What if he refuses? What if she thinks I’m a slut? Does he like sluts? Damn. What’s the point to even try to seduce him if he doesn’t care for me? Didn’t he call me kiddo earlier? He thinks I’m a kid, not a woman.
I sigh and stand up. I walk around the boat and stop in the front for a moment, and then I lie down on the spacious trampoline. After some yoga poses under the blue sky, I forget my earlier chagrins and pick up my romance again.
Thankfully, the story turns steamy soon. A major sex scene comes up in chapter two. The billionaire eats the girl out, and the girl gives him a blowjob. My girly-bits are soon on fire and my hand drifts to my crotch. Jeez, I’ve come once already, not long ago, but I’m drenched again. This is unusual. What’s gotten into me? I have the urge to touch myself, but I usually do it in the privacy of my bedroom and I’ve never done it outdoors.
I think quickly. No one is around. Dan and Martha are down in their cabins. There are two seagulls perching on the railing though, but they aren’t looking at me. I slip my hand under my bikini bottom and stroke my wet petals. At first I imagine I’m the heroine of the story I’m reading, and the billionaire is touching me. But soon I see a pair of dark blue eyes in my mind’s eye, and I recall Dan’s citrus scent. When I come, I cry out his name.
Chapter 7
Dan
I have to get a grip of myself. I shouldn’t lust over John’s daughter. It’s been a while I’ve had a woman in my arms, thus I made the blunder earlier.
During lunch, I put my lust under control. I pretended I wasn’t paying attention to Elle, although it was hard. I kept recalling her nubile curves through her wet shirt, and her softness and warmth. Whenever she licked her lips, my penis twitches. And she did it a lot. She made appreciative noises when she ate, too, and that didn’t make it easier for me, either.
As much as I’m annoyed by Martha’s attempt to make advances toward me, I’m thankful to her presence. Honestly, the main reason I invited her along on the trip was because I somehow didn’t trust myself with Elle. A pair of eyes around me would keep my hands to myself. I didn’t expect the woman would hide in her cabin all day long. Damn.
When Elle and I were alone in the saloon, I had the impulse to sit down next to her and pull her to my lap. But thanks to my willpower, I didn’t do it.
Now, alone in my cabin, I have to satisfy my lust. I don’t need a nap, hell no. I have too much energy. I need to beat off.
I lie down and close my eyes. Taking out my engorged cock, I stroke it with Elle’s pouty lips and sparking eyes in mind. I replay the moment she snuggled in my arms, her soft body pressing against mine. I imagine my hand is her tight little pocket. It takes but a few minutes for my pent-up desire to explode. I make a mess of my bed, but I don’t mind.
