On the Water part 6
Some watch dog I was.
I woke up feeling drops of water on my face. I opened my eyes and saw that it
had started raining, a very light rain that made a pattering sound on the water.
I sat up and quickly put the binoculars to my eyes.
The yacht was in the same place although most of the lights on it were now off.
The sound of music was also gone as were the faint sounds of what ever party
they had been having. Except for the rain it was all quiet.
I cursed myself for having fallen asleep. If the boat had meant pirates we could
have been boarded and murdered with out my ever knowing it. I was stupid, yet
in my defense standing guard was not exactly something I did every day.
Still, it seemed quiet now. I took one last look at the yacht, intending to
head to Laura and our bed, when I saw something that stopped me.
In the dim light I could just make out two people coming out on deck. I heard
laughter as one began running forward from the stern, the other giving chase.
The runner passed under a bright light and I saw it was a woman, topless, in
just panties or bikini bottoms. The man chasing her was in boxers.
I watched as he caught her on the fore deck, turning her around and kissing her.
She didn't struggle much, in fact she reached around and held him to her.
Evidently there was nothing happening there that was forced in any way.
"Pirates." I grumbled, thinking that Ben had to have been joking after all.
I went back inside out of the rain.
In our cabin I stripped off my now wet clothes and dried off before slipping
into bed. My wife was sleeping in a T-shirt, rather unusual because ever since
I had known her she had always slept nude. She was also unbound, not even
wearing the cuffs I had put on her.
She woke as I climbed in next to her.
"Is everything okay?" she asked me sleepily.
"Yeah. It's just a boat full of drunk party go-ers." I replied.
"Good." Laura said, and she struggled out of her shirt.
She shivered when our skins met, my body cooler from the night air and the rain.
"I'm sorry I wore that shirt, but Ben told me it would be better if I had
something on...just in case." she whispered.
"It's okay." I said, yawning.
"He also cut the locks on my cuffs, says that you can replace them in the
morning, that he has plenty."
"I understand." I said, tired and wanting to sleep.
"Donny?" Laura said after a short while.
"Yeah?"
"Can you tie my hands?" Laura pulled her wrists behind her.
I was a little surprised, thinking that she might like a break from always
sleeping like that. But I guess after a year of sleeping the same way you get so
used to it that any change is difficult.
I slid out of bed and in the dark found some of the rope I had used on her and
Amy earlier. I bound her hands behind her and then slipped back into bed.
As I snuggled up against her back Laura gripped my penis in one bound hand. Like
that we both went to sleep.
I woke to the sound of the engine starting and to the sound of heavy rain
pounding the deck above the cabin.
Laura was gone, on her morning duties I assumed, so I got out of bed and made a
trip to the head.
Pulling on a pair of shorts I headed forward and found Ben seated at the
navigation console. He had a radio on giving him the weather and he was watching
the radar.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hey! I take it things were okay last night!" Ben said.
"Yeah, fine. Where are the women?" I asked him
Ben pointed out the windows and I could see Amy and Laura out in the pouring
rain, nude, in their hobbles, scrubbing the boat like they had done the morning
before.
"Er...isn't that a little redundant?" I asked Ben.
"It's the work that's important, not so much the results." Ben said with a grin.
I laughed. "I would like to have seen their faces when you told them that they
had to go out there!"
"Oh you would have loved it!" chuckled Ben. "In fact, you get a chance to see
them right now. I need you to go out an haul in the anchors."
"What, in that?"
"Sure. Don't worry the rain is somewhat warm. Like taking a luke warm shower."
"Great." I said sarcastically. "And where will you be?"
Ben patted the mass of electronics in front of him. "Right here. I can run the
boat from here and stay dry. There isn't a reef to cross here so I don't really
need to go up on deck."
I laughed and shook my head. "I guess its the rain for me!"
I padded up the stairs and through the hatch to the open deck. The rain
actually did feel good, nothing like the cold rains of home.
It was coming down harder than it was the night before and had drummed up a mist
that obscured the island from view.
It also almost hid the other boat in the cove, it's outline only barely visible.
I could see both women from where I was. Amy was kneeling on the stern deck,
scrubbing with a brush, her feet held apart by her spreader bar. Her short hair
looked like a helmet on her head, matted down by the rain. She looked up at me
and smiled and I smiled back. She looked so sexy and vulnerable down there. She
glanced over toward our neighbors and bent low to her work.
I turned to Laura who was standing beside the pilot house. She had her cuffs
locked back on her wrists and ankles and was busy buffing the deck rails, a
hopeless job in the rain. She had an eye on the boat just barely visible in the
distance.
I could tell from her body language that she wasn't too thrilled about being out
here. I bet she was very uncomfortable with being nude out here with the other
yacht close by.
I smiled and headed forward. When I got there I waved at the windows in the
front of the pilot house and the engine gunned, moving the boat forward. It was
a simple matter to pull up both anchors and I left them on the deck for Amy to
put away.
Slipping out of my now wet shorts I stopped at a locker before heading back to
my wife.
God she looked beautiful, her very long blonde hair plastered to her back like a
single rope of gold. Her skin sleek and shiny from the warm rain.
I have to admit I have a special fetish for wet women, especially for the way
their hair looses its shape and conforms to the body under it. It's like it
brings out their natural beauty, giving them an innocence, an unspoiled look
exactly the way nature intended. When wet, all women are beautiful.
Laura saw me walking naked up to her and paused, her eyes wide and betraying her
nervousness. "Donny!" she said, giving the boat across the cove an anxious look.
"Hush." I said as I approached.
She saw what I was carrying, rope from the locker. "But..."
"Not another word!" I ordered.
I took her hands and had her hold on to the brass railing, tying them in place
with plenty of rope. Then I bent low and with the master key on the chain about
my neck I unlocked her hobble.
As I stood I saw Laura's eyes on me, she could see how aroused I was and knew
then that I wasn't to be stopped.
She looked over at the yacht which could be seen a little clearer now that we
were moving. Apparently we had to pass a little closer to it in order to leave
the cove.
I didn't care.
I stood behind my wife and began to massage her breasts with one hand, her sex
with the other. I could tell that it wasn't just the rain that had her wet, my
fingers slipped easily in and out of her. I knew that dangerous sex was a
particular turn on for her, despite her protests and that this situation
certainly counted.
She moaned at my touch, already in need, her eyes closing.
I lifted her by the hips, lowering her carefully onto me, feeling her warmth
envelop me.
It was oh so very sweet.
Laura wrapped her legs around, crossing her ankles behind me and holding on as I
knew she would. Her weight was mostly taken by her arms but she was supported
elsewhere now too.
Still I knew that in this position she would quickly tire.
Using my own strength, I began pumping her hips, lifting them up and down as she
traveled the length of my dick.
Laura began her song once more as she worked her vaginal muscles, oblivious to
the fact that we were drawing closer to the other yacht.
I pumped harder and harder, my pleasure rising with each stroke, the rain adding
to that pleasure the same way it did when we made love in the shower. Laura
began to cry out, her grip on me tightening.
In a flash I began to cum, pumping my seed deep into her, but I still kept her
moving and a moment later I could feel Laura's own orgasm hammering at her.
We stood stock still as we experienced the final high, locked together in that
intimate embrace, and then we relaxed.
I had closed my own eyes at that point and when I opened them I saw that we were
less than fifty yards from the other boat and pulling away, the name on the
stern now visible, 'Dreamboat'. I watched it recede and wondered if our actions
had been witnessed.
It would have been interesting to know.
I slowly pulled out of my panting wife and lowered her feet to the deck. She
stood half hanging from her arms in post-coital bliss, her eyes still closed,
her hair now hanging down almost obscuring her face.
I helped her to stand and hugged her, giving her a kiss every now and then.
"I love you." I whispered into her ear.
Laura smiled a tired smile and giggled, she would be beyond words for a few more
minutes I knew.
That was when I remembered that we had a witness after all.
Over on the stern deck Amy had been watching us, on her knees, her cleaning
forgotten. I looked up to see her kneeling up right, one hand down at her sex.
She looked me in the eye and smiled, and I knew she had witnessed it all.
I chuckled, surprised at not finding myself embarrassed about it. Kissing Laura
one last time I left her alone, padding along the wet deck to the cabin door.
"Let her go in a few minutes and then you guys can finish up." I told Amy.
"Yes Sir!" she replied with a wink, and then she very deliberately looked at my
half hard penis.
Watching this little nymph looking at me stirred something inside me, for I
quickly grew hard again. With a smile I shook my finger at her and went in out
of the rain.
After drying off, again, and dressing, again, I went to the galley to find some
food. As I passed Ben he chuckled.
"Have fun?" he asked.
I looked over at him and realized that he must have seen us too. In fact Laura's
legs were visible in the window almost next to where Ben was sitting. He must
have gotten an eyeful!
"Always." I replied and put together a plate from the breakfast leavings.
Ben laughed.
As I ate I saw a second pair of bare legs join the first and wondered at Laura's
reaction to Amy having watched us. I made a note to ask her later. In moments
Laura must have been freed for she was soon moving along the rail again, picking
up on her delayed cleaning.
I sat at the booth for the next hour watching through the windows as Laura and
Amy cleaned the 'Kajira', and marveled at their beauty.
For a change we didn't have a day's sailing ahead of us. By lunch time a large
island had appeared on the horizon and was definitely our objective.
"Skirts and bikini tops girls!" Ben yelled from the wheel.
It had stopped raining an hour before and the sky was slowly clearing, so Ben
resumed his place at the helm.
Amy and Laura had been wiping down the deck with mops and moved quickly at Ben's
command. Laura stopped though, concern on her face.
"Sir?" she said to Ben. "I didn't bring a skirt."
Ben looked at me. "It's true." I said. "Shorts, swim suits and one dress, but no
skirts."
Ben shrugged. "Amy will lend you one." he said.
"Yes Sir!" Laura answered, and she scampered off after her sister in servitude.
"Are we going ashore here?" I asked him.
"Sure. I fancy some real food!" he said with a smile.
We sailed into a wide bay dotted with other boats and Ben brought us smartly up
to a marina that jutted far out into the water.
An old man had walked out to meet us and caught the rope Amy tossed him with
ease, tying us smartly to the pier.
Ben jumped onto the pier while Amy and I finished securing the boat and I
watched as Ben negotiated our stay. The old man seemed amiable and after some
cash changed hands he went away smiling.
"Okay folks, lets go!" Ben said, gathering his flock.
We locked the boat up and left it behind, Laura and I walking hand in hand.
Laura looked stunning. She was wearing her red bikini top and a short blue skirt
that only came down to mid thigh. It was made of cotton and seemed to fly
everywhere. Laura had been very self conscious about it when she first showed
it to me since under it she wore nothing, but I told her it was fine and that
she had no reason to fiddle with it.
Amy also looked the part with her red bikini top and a green skirt even shorter
than Laura's. Amy looked a little nervous but resisted pulling down on the skirt
by holding her hands behind her. I liked the way she looked. Both women were
barefoot and in fact I hadn't even brought any shoes for Laura along at all!
"Laura." I said to my wife.
"Yes, Donald?"
"See how Amy is walking. I want you to hold your hands behind your back when
ever you are not actually using them for anything."
Laura looked into my eyes and then did as I asked, knowing a command when she
heard one.
"You look fantastic!" I said to her, and she smiled, blushing a little.
We got to the beach and the town beyond, a typical tourist town for the area.
Lots of bars and restaurants and gift shops fronting the bay side. Past all the
glitter I figured the real town lay, where people actually lived and worked.
Ben led us to a restaurant with tables and chairs out on the sidewalk and we
found a table.
"Butts directly on the chairs ladies!" I said with a smile, getting groans from
both of them. But they did as I asked, flipping the backs of their skirts up at
the last second so that they sat bare assed on the seats, Amy shifting a little
uncomfortably because of the welts on her ass.
Ben grinned as did I when we noticed that a few of the hundreds of people that
were on this busy street stopped and stared. It wasn't by accident that the
women had their backs to the street.
"Benjamin! How nice to see you again!" cried our host when he appeared in the
restaurant's doorway. A rather fat man in a white suit, he made a striking
sight.
He came straight over, dancing past the other patrons with ease before stopping
at Ben's side and taking his hand.
"It's been a year already?" he asked. "It can't be!"
"Hello Leo. How have you been?"
"The same the same. The doctor tells me to cut back on cigars and fatty foods
but the man is bigger than I am so who is he to talk!" he said with a laugh.
"Ah...little one, you are still as thin as ever!" he said moving on to Amy, who
smiled sweetly at him. "This man isn't feeding you enough I know!"
Amy giggled. "Hi Leo. How's Belle?"
Leo threw up his arms. "That woman is driving me to drink and not stopping for
any red lights!" Amy laughed, apparently having heard this one before.
"Leo," Ben said, "Let me introduce you to some very good friends of ours. This
is Don and his wife Laura."
Leo came and shook my hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, any friend of
Benjamin is always welcome here!"
"Thank you Leo." I said with a smile.
Leo moved on to my wife who had watched all this with an open mouth.
"Little Amy. See here, this woman does not starve herself. She has beauty and
grace and does not look like she has been through a famine!"
"Oh Leo." Amy replied.
"Benjamin, leave the little one with me for a week and you will have her back
with some meat on her bones!" Leo said with a grin.
Ben chuckled. "Maybe next time."
Leo threw up his hands again, then bent low to my wife.
"Beautiful Laura. You take care of the little one, huh? Make her eat and become
perfect like you!"
Laura was blushing. "I'll...try." she said with a smile.
"Good!" Leo said and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Now, to food!"
Leo stood up straight. "Your usual, Benjamin?"
"That's right Leo, for four."
"For four, yes. You may send the ladies in any time!"
"They'll be along real soon!" Ben said.
Leo smiled broadly and, with a cheeky wink at my wife, he danced his way back
into his restaurant.
"I like him." Laura said, "But I'm not sure whether to take him calling me fat a
compliment or not!"
Amy laughed. "He wasn't calling you fat, he was saying I'm too thin!" Amy said
with a giggle.
It was true. Laura certainly wasn't fat but she also wasnt skinny like a lot of
the women you saw on TV these days. Laura was very well proportioned with just
enough padding all over to prevent her skeleton from being her most striking
feature.
And while Laura might gripe about her weight a lot, I wouldn't have her lose any
more for the world!
"Oh Leo is a one of a kind." Ben said.
"Don't worry about it my love." I told her, taking her hand, "You're perfect.
Leo said so!"
We all laughed and managed to get a smile out of Laura.
I turned to Ben. "What's the usual?" I asked, hungry and curious.
"You'll see." said Ben, waving over another waiter.
"Why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked Amy.
"Er...I'll let Ben tell you." Amy answered.
We looked at Ben for an explanation but he was busy ordering our drinks. When
the waiter left Ben leaned forward.
"A quick explanation. Leo runs an unusual operation here. His staff is quite
accustomed to doing things somewhat differently than you would find in most
other restaurants.
To the casual patron there is nothing different about this place though, because
the real differences are in the kitchen and beyond.
You see, our loud and genial host is also a patron of the art of BDSM, and his
staff all serve him and Belle as more than employees!"
"A BDSM restaurant?" I said, giving the place another look.
"Only in the way it is run." Ben said.
"So why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked again.
"Because he knows it is your duty to serve us our food, not the duty of his
own...staff. In a second you will both go into the kitchen and wait there until
our food is ready, then you will bring it out to us."
"What?" Laura asked paling a little.
"It's okay, Laura. Nothing will happen to us!" Amy said with a smile. "Leo is a
big cuddly Bear and we trust him implicitly. All we will do is go in and kneel
in a corner until the food is done, that's all."
Laura looked at me.
"I trust Ben and Amy, don't you?" I asked her.
Laura nodded.
"Okay then, off with the pair of you, and remember...Leo really is Master of his
kitchen so behave!" Ben ordered.
The girls got up, flashing the street again and Amy led Laura inside.
Our drinks showed up and I took a swig at my beer, wondering what they were
going to see!
End of Part 6
