God! What is wrong with me? I must be sick! she thought to herself. Mark? I need you!
The distraught young woman clenched her hands on the railing struggling to rid herself of the pangs of shame coursing through her voluptuous young body. She had masturbated many times before, but never this way; never while being vicariously excited by the sexual contortions of another couple. She loosened her hold on the railing, and rested her palms on the gently undulating deck of the Vera. Her mind gradually took control, subjugating the fierceness of her aroused passions. She discovered her face was streaming with tears, and quickly wiped her eyes on the hem of her dress. Her body stopped its shaking, and was suddenly filled with a deathly silence. And yet not a total silence. Something echoed with undeniable finality through the empty silence gripping her soul… what was it…? Something Hans had said only this afternoon…
There's no turning back now. You've been introduced to a whole new world, and you know something? You ain't seen nothing yet.
Was it true? No, please God, it can't be, Lynn prayed.
And all the while, Hans sat in his cockpit, ears attuned to the sounds of his employers in the cabin below, eyes fixed on the unmistakably suggestive movements of Lynn's body silhouetted against the dim night sky, and a very lewd and knowing smile twisting his moist, half-open lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Harry Johnson stood up, threw his half-finished cigarette over the side, and tried to stretch away the stiffness the cool morning air had let invade his muscular body. The horizon was just beginning to be visible, a very faint, almost indiscernible difference in color between sea and sky. The sun was still almost thirty minutes away, but already a faint glow could be seen in the east, giving the promise of another beautiful Caribbean day. Probably another hot one, Harry thought to himself, but that's the best kind.
He was in good spirits. The Vera had had absolutely no problems on her maiden voyage, which he knew was unusual for any boat. The morning air caused his body to tingle with the excitement of the impending day, and the light and steady wind circled in disturbed streams around his standing figure, cleansing it, freeing it of any and all cares. All cares, that is, except one. Lynn Shaffer.
Harry was slightly worried about Lynn, but only slightly. She had seemed very disturbed last night when she'd gone to bed, and he hoped Hans had not overdone the job he was supposed to do. Of course, Harry had no idea what had really happened between his captain and the lovely young blonde in the fo'c'sle, nor did he realize that Lynn had also been disturbed by the sight of Kate and himself fucking away on the bunk in the main cabin the night before. His thoughts centered not on the past, but on the future; with only 12 or so hours left until they reached Nassau, he knew he would have to act fast. As his mind imagined the sensuous, undulating body of Lynn Shaffer, Harry felt his cock quiver in anticipation.
He had been planning to go to her cabin the night before, to comfort her, of course. And then to comfort her more, of course, and in more explicit ways. But he'd been kept busy the whole damn night by his wife, who'd teased and pleased his thoughts away from anything else besides her own, deliciously seductive body. Oh hell, Harry grinned to himself, satiated for the time being, there is no way I'm going to leave for one minute when Kate's really in heat.
But it was now a new day, and every new day brought new challenges, and Harry's new challenge of the day was Lynn Shaffer. He made himself a vow, raising his hand comically in a mock oath to the still absent sun, that before this day was over, he would have Lynn Shaffer's tight little pussy pinned up in his trophy case with all the others. He grinned lewdly, some strange connection being drawn in his mind between the locks of hair which Indians hung on their belts to signify their prowess, and the locks of hair he himself had taken, though admittedly in a somewhat less violent way.
"Good morning, Harry."
Johnson turned quickly, and even a little guiltily, as his thoughts of Lynn Shaffer's small, susceptible body were interrupted by the voice of Lynn herself.
"Oh, good morning, Lynn! I didn't see you come up."
"I came up the aft companionway." Lynn stretched her arms to the lessening darkness above her head, and her mouth opened in an uncontrollable yawn.
"Oh my…" she said, trying ineffectually to stop the yawn with one tiny hand.
"Still tired?" Harry asked, smiling.
"I guess I must be a little bit." Lynn admitted. "I couldn't seem to get to sleep last night."
"Well, it's only 5 o'clock, you can still catch forty winks."
"Oh no, I came up to catch the sunrise. I can never get back to sleep after I've gotten up anyway."
Harry smiled at her, trying to keep his eyes from boring under the robe she was wearing, trying to imagine if she was wearing anything under that robe.
Lynn turned away and glanced towards the east, to where the sky was paling now, spreading just the hint of pastel along half the horizon. She breathed deeply, trying to let the cool air relieve her small muscles of the tension that had kept her awake all night. Luckily Harry had had the watch this morning. She had waited until Hans had gone to his cabin at 4 a.m. before she had felt safe enough to come on deck. And even then she waited, trying to resolve the conflict which had been torturing her the entire night. She had finally made up her mind to confide in Harry, to explain to him that while she wanted no publicity to cause him any embarrassment, she felt that Hans should be punished for the brutal rape he had made upon her. She'd also decided, though, that she would leave the matter in his hands, and that he could use his own good judgment as to what to do. In this way, Lynn felt sure she would avoid any ill feeling on his part, any antagonism which might have repercussions on her husband's business deal. She had no idea, of course, that no amount of scandal could persuade Harry to pass up the deal he was getting on Mark's car lot, to pass up the opportunity of selling that choice bit of real estate to the city for triple what it was going to cost him.
Lynn turned to Harry, and found him sitting by the wheel, his eyes upon her. He smiled gently at her, and she took this as an invitation to rid herself of the worry that had threatened to drive her crazy the last 12 hours. Surely this kind man would be able to help her, to take the awful burden of decision from her small, helpless shoulders.
"Harry, I'd like to talk with you about something," she started hesitantly, and then turned away, unable to find the right tack upon which to begin.
Harry's eyes never left her. He knew instinctively that his "Uncle Harry" ploy had worked again, and that this distraught, delicious, young girl was going to come to him for comfort. A chill ran dot his spine as he imagined how the conversation would go, and he dismissed the inconvenience of his having to stand watch imposed on the situation, knowing full well that nothing could stop him from the sexual feast that awaited him now.