“That sounds good,” Pam said. “But I need to wash up.”
“We’ll go park at Rumrunners,” Mike said. “I’ll go dicker for dinner and you two can wash up and get more beautiful, if that’s possible. Then I’ll wash up and we three can go to dinner. They also generally have a great band.”
“I don’t know if I can stay awake to party,” Courtney said, yawning again. “But… you’re on.”
“Hey, Louise,” Mike said, walking in the back door of Rumrunners.
“Hey, Mike,” the cook said, wiping his hands on his apron. “What you got?”
“Mahi,” Mike said. “Fresh and quivering. Whole, though.”
“I take,” the cook said. “You see the docks? Tree boats already bring in dorado, we’re still nearly out.”
“It’s why I parked around back,” Mike admitted. “Get Jose to give me a hand with the cooler?”
When the fish had been weighed Mike held up his hand.
“Louise, got two young ladies with me,” he said. “Can we get three of your delectable orange mahi? From those?” he asked, gesturing at the fish.
“Pick,” Louise said, grinning. “Finally get some girlfriend, huh? ’Bout time.”
“Just friends,” Mike replied, shrugging. “A couple of nice tourist girls who enjoy fishing. And any of them will do.”
“This one really is still twitching,” Louise said, pulling out his fillet knife and prodding one of the mahi. “Tree orange mahi coming up. I’ll get you table.”
“Gimme time to wash up,” Mike said. “And thanks.”
“You have fun,” Louise said, grinning evilly. “Two girls? You tink you’re man enough?”
“They’re just friends,” Mike said, shaking his head on the way out.
“How’d you get us past the line?” Pam asked.
“I have friends in low places,” Mike answered, pulling out her chair. “The cook was really happy to get more mahi; the tourists are eating him out.”
“This is great,” Courtney said, bending her head down. “But I’m still beat. And sunburned all over but my back. You were right.”
“We’ll aloe up when we get to the boat,” Mike said, and waved at the menus. “I already ordered for us; you really need to try Louise’s orange mahi. But if you want an appetizer…”
“God, that was great,” Courtney said, polishing off the last of the mahi with a bite of rice. “And this rice…”
“Fragrant rice,” Mike said. “Not on the usual menu. Like I said, the cook was really glad to have the fish. And we’re friends. He used to be a Navy steward, so we keep an eye on each other.”
“Can I get the check?” Pam asked. “I feel like…”
“We landed over sixty pounds of fish, Pam,” Mike said. “The meal was more or less on the house. Even with the drinks’ cost, there’s a net that will go on the account I run here. Actually, I think I owe you girls some money.”
“Don’t,” Pam said, definitely. “You wouldn’t if you figured gas. Let’s just call it even.”
“I can live with that,” Mike said. “You want some of the key lime pie?”
“I was starved and now I’m stuffed,” Courtney said. “I think I just want to chill. Can we really stay on the boat tonight?”
“You can stay for weeks if you want,” Mike said, getting up. “No dancing?”
“Not tonight,” Courtney said, standing up and then swaying. “Definitely not tonight. Among other things, I feel like a french fry.”
“Then may I take your arm?” Mike asked, offering his to both girls.
“A beautiful lady on either arm?” Pam asked. “Yes, you may.”
“Every man’s dream,” Mike said, leading them out and around the restaurant to the boat. “Aloe first, then we’ll head over to the slip. You ladies can rack out as soon as you’re aloed. I need to move slightly offshore, though; they need the dock space.”
“That’s fine,” Courtney said, yawning as she stepped on board. “Where’s the aloe?”
“All three bathrooms,” Mike said. “Could I suggest that you put your suits back on for aloe? Getting it on past shirts and bras…”
“Will do, Captain,” Pam said, smiling.
“I’ll meet you in the front cabin as soon as I get this thing anchored,” he said, casting off.
By the time Mike got the anchors down, one forward and two aft, and he got to the cabin, only Pam was there.
“Courtney is O-U-T, out,” Pam said, shaking her head. “She got aloe on the worst of it and collapsed.” She had changed back into her bathing suit, a blue-and-red string bikini, and was rubbing aloe on her stomach when he came in.
“Well, your back is okay,” Mike said, sitting next to her on the bed. “But the backs of your legs, I think I should have gotten them.”
“Give me a hand?” Pam asked, diffidently, holding out the bottle of aloe and rolling sideways.
“I know you want a tan,” Mike said, gently smoothing on the thick green after-sun gel. “But you need to take it easy. It took me a month to get this tan after I got down here.”
“That feels good,” Pam said, sighing. “I really am burned.”
“Not too badly,” Mike said, turning her to check her other leg. “Side of the thigh,” he said, leaning across her long, shapely, legs and smoothing on some more of the gel. “Probably reflection from the boat or the water when you were fishing.” He straightened up, looked her in the eye, then leaned forward and kissed her.
Pam had felt ready to explode as he gently rubbed on the aloe and she did explode when he kissed her, a totally unexpected wave of emotion that approached an orgasm and made her moan. She found herself running her hands over his pecs and across his shoulders, humming in pleasure.
“Whoa,” Mike said, pulling back and chuckling throatily. “Let’s make this last awhile,” he continued, lowering her down and sliding his tongue across her throat and then up to her ear, tickling the earlobe. His hands slid up and undid her bikini top, gently sliding it out and away. Then he brought his tongue down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, probing hard, while one hand played with her nipple.
“Oh, God,” Pam moaned, running her hands over his back and shoulders. “I’ve wanted you to touch me all day.”
“I know.” Mike chuckled. “Well, I knew after a while. That’s why I didn’t. Anticipation and all that.”
“You evil bastard,” she whispered, her eyes closed. “Be evil to me. Please.”
“Do you know what you’re asking?” Mike asked, his face hovering over hers.
“I don’t… I…” Pam said, opening her eyes and looking at him with pleading in them.
“Softly tonight, love,” Mike said, gently brushing one finger up her neck. “Softly. Perhaps another night we’ll talk about what you’re asking.”
“How do you do that?” Pam asked, shuddering. “How do you know just where to stroke?”
“Experience,” Mike said, lowering his mouth to her neck again. He played with her nipples, then slid his mouth down to them, his right hand on her left arm, reading the goosebumps. When the goosebumps were up above her elbow, he knew she was having a good time. It was a trick he’d learned years before, and it stood him in good stead as he slid down from her beautiful breasts, nibbling at her aloe-covered stomach, down lower, the bikini bottom coming off…
Pam bit back a scream when she came, her legs clamping down hard. Mike had both his hands on them, though, holding them open. As soon as she came, he lifted himself up and entered her, filling her and resonating with the orgasm in a way she’d never experienced. She was shouting, but she realized that his hand was over her mouth, muffling her shrieks, his other hand on the back of her head, totally controlling her, and that just made it better, so much better that she went into a continuous stream of orgasms, shaking and moaning, scratching at his back in desperation to escape and so out of her mind she couldn’t begin to think beyond the waves of pleasure…