“You don’t have to stay here? On the boat?”
“Nope.” Just then, Scott walked past, so Chris spoke a little louder. “I have underlings for that.”
Scott cast a faux look of warning. “Watch it, dude.”
Chris only chuckled. Ever since Scott had joined his crew, he couldn’t resist giving him a hard time, especially since Scott was every bit as good a sailor as he was.
Drawing his eyes back to Carrie, he noticed her skin turning pink already. “Did you bring sunscreen, angel?”
She nodded and reached in her bag to pull out a bottle of SPF 15.
He flashed a skeptical look. “Nothing higher? The sun’s pretty damn hot here.”
“I tan well, so this should do.”
He grinned and removed the lid. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it. Turn your back to me.”
He started by massaging the lotion into her shoulders and down her arms, slowly easing his hands across her soft skin. She tensed slightly beneath his touch, but that only meant she really felt it, exactly as he wanted her to. He rubbed more of the coconut-scented lotion down her back, not hesitating to slide his fingers beneath the tie of her bikini top to make sure he didn’t miss any spots. When he reached the small of her back, it arched reflexively inward, and when he leaned around to see her face, he found her biting her lip, eyes closed.
Damn, he wanted to go further. He hardly even cared that he was surrounded by the customers that kept him in food and clothing. He longed to graze his fingers down into her bikini bottoms, massage her ass, then sink his fingertips into her warm pussy. He wanted to slide his hands around to close over her full breasts, looking so damn pretty today, their soft round slopes exposed by her top, her nipples looking hard as pearls through the leopard print.
It was all he could do not to lean into her from behind and kiss her neck. Where was the free-wheeling Party Barge when you needed it?
When he’d finished her back, he closed the bottle and reached around to hand it to her, but she still sat with her eyes shut, seeming lost in his caresses. He leaned to whisper in her ear. “I’d offer to do the front, too, angel, if there weren’t so many people around.”
The words brought her green eyes open, her long lashes framing them beautifully. “Oh.” She turned to lean back in her seat as she took the lotion from his hand. “I, uh…”
She looked nervous, her face coloring with a pretty blush. He only smiled and gave his head a short shake. “You don’t have to explain. I’ll see you in the water, angel.”
* * * * *
Carrie eased down the wide steps into the ocean, one by one. Jake was instructing her, assisting people as they got in, and Scott was at the bottom, already in the water, in case people needed help once they took the plunge.
Pushing off from the last step, she found herself immersed up to her neck, the ocean warm and buoyant around her. Her legs mingled with Scott’s beneath the water—a soft, lingering, brushing sensation against her calves and thighs—until she managed to swim a few feet away. “Sorry,” she said.
He grinned. “No problem, honey.”
Her pussy fluttered, even as inelegant as she felt wearing her mask and flippers. Maybe because she had the feeling Scott was remembering how she was yesterday rather than concentrating on what she was like today.
“Good to go?” he asked, putting back on his work persona.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then go forth and snorkel,” he said with a smile.
Upon their arrival, Chris had pointed out to everyone the area in the turquoise blue waters that appeared slightly darker, more shadowy, indicating it was the reef. Carrie swam toward it, following the other snorkelers. She hadn’t traveled twenty feet when a warm hand closed around her ankle. “Wait up, angel.”
Looking back, she blinked behind her mask, surprised Chris was already in the water. “How’d you get here so fast?”
“Secret maneuver.” He grinned. “I jumped off the side.”
She smiled in reply. “Well, where are those great fish spots you bragged about?”
“Follow me.”
He was a good, swift swimmer, and Carrie had trouble keeping up with him until she grabbed onto the bottom of his dark green trunks and let him pull her along. When they reached the reef, she followed his lead, putting her snorkeling tube in her mouth and immersing her face in the water. The simple act opened a whole new underwater world as her eyes fell on mounds of brown and golden coral growing up high from the ocean floor. Fish of all sizes swam beneath them, some darting about haphazardly, others looking as if they were out for a leisurely journey. With the help of Chris’s pointing finger, she saw countless tropical fish over the next hour or so. She spotted a number of beautiful fish in iridescent rainbow colors. Schools of yellow and black fish swam just beneath them repeatedly, followed by a large green one that ducked in and out of coral arches in search of smaller fish to eat. Her favorite find was a lobster crawling across the ocean floor, which she’d never have noticed without Chris’s help.
Of course, just feeling his presence next to her in the water kept her sexual nerves on edge, and the instances when they bumped together in the water were like wonderful little teases, tastes of what might be to come. Even as she enjoyed the snorkeling, she found herself thinking of later, wondering what would happen—if anything. But given all the attention he was paying her—not to mention his sensual application of sunscreen—she had a feeling something more would occur, and this time she’d welcome it without worry.
Still peering down into the gnarled coral, she followed Chris’s pointing finger to something that looked like…a shark.
She grabbed his muscled arm, hard. He looked up.
“Was that a shark?”
He nodded, and she panicked, her every nerve going spastic as she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his torso, as if she could somehow climb up his body to safety.
His arms closed warm around her waist beneath the water, but he didn’t even look worried. “Just a nurse shark, angel. Nothing to be alarmed about.”
“What do you mean, nothing to be alarmed about?” she spat, still clinging to him.
“Look at me. Do I look worried? Do you see me screaming ‘Shark! Shark!’ to the other snorkelers? Everything’s fine. That little shark won’t hurt anybody—we see them all the time.”
Pulling her even closer, he seemed to realize just how intimately embraced they’d become. “Not that I mind you climbing all over me. In fact, I like it.” He flashed the seductive grin she was getting used to and she realized his cock was growing hard against her pussy, which somehow felt supercharged as he rubbed against her beneath the water. She forgot all about the shark when he began caressing her hips, his hands soon kneading her ass. Instinctively, she raked her breasts over his chest just beneath the ocean’s clear surface—glancing down she saw her nipples, hard and grazing his skin, the water seeming to cocoon them now. Everywhere the water touched her felt like a small, light caress—it felt more as if they were wrapped in velvet than H2O.
She wished like hell she wasn’t wearing her silly flippers or mask. Reaching up, she yanked the mask off her face, looping it around her wrist, then did the same for him. Ah yes, so much nicer to look into those blue eyes without anything in the way.
Disentangling her fins from his, she drew her legs back. “Fins are in the way,” she murmured. His mouth was so close, she wanted to kiss him.
“Mmm,” he said. “That’s all right.” He slid his thigh between hers, beginning to rub her cunt through her bathing suit, sending waves of pleasure echoing out through her body like sonar. Her leg naturally ended up between his as well, and she relished the feel of his hard shaft against her thigh.
Without her permission, her body began to respond, moving against him, riding his leg. She drew in her breath, wishing she could stop.
“Don’t fight it, angel, if it feels good.”
“But…the people.”
/> Chris looked around them, so Carrie did, too. Fortunately, no one was nearby, and they were fairly far from the boat, which made her think maybe she could kiss him, maybe she could ride his thigh to hot ecstasy, until…
“Hey, Chris!” Jake yelled from on board.
“Shit,” he murmured, but he didn’t disengage from her, only looked to his crew member and yelled, “What?”
“Fifteen minutes!”
“Okay, thanks.” He looked to Carrie, his big hands still gently caressing her hips, back, ass. “It’s almost time to call everybody in.” He let out a sigh. “Which means I need to head in now, to help take gear and get lunch ready.”
Carrie nodded, waiting for him to separate from her and end their sexy water play. But he didn’t.
“Come to the Lazy Lizard tonight.”
“The what?” she asked.
He flashed his usual grin. “The Lazy Lizard. It’s a bar just off Duval, a block up from the Conch Train Depot. I tend bar there a couple nights a week.”
She blinked, incredulous. “How many jobs do you have?”
He laughed. “Several. But payments on that thing,” he said, pointing to the boat, “aren’t cheap.” He looked back at her, his face serious again, his blue eyes filled with slow heat. “Anyway, come to the Lizard tonight. I don’t get off ‘til two, but Monday nights are slow, so I might be able to leave early. Either way, we can hang out and…” With both hands, he slowly squeezed her ass tight, his fingers thrillingly close to her tingling pussy.
“And?”
He glanced down at her breasts and ran his palms gently up her sides until his thumbs stroked the outer curve of her sensitive mounds. “And remember, on the party boat, how I told you I couldn’t touch you there?”
She nodded.
“Well, I can’t touch you quite as much as I want here, either. But at the bar, angel, I can touch you as much as I want.”
Chapter Four
Carrie’s cunt rippled with anticipation and her nipples rubbed relentlessly against the lace edge of her bra. She wore a white miniskirt and a pink form-fitting blouse that hugged her breasts and waist. And she was headed up Duval Street, toward the Lazy Lizard.
Around her, the street buzzed with nightlife. Souvenir shops, restaurants, bars, and the occasional old art deco hotel lit up Key West’s main thoroughfare as music of all kinds spilled out in the street from various open doors. Mopeds and old-fashioned dune buggies mixed with other vehicles on the street. A horn beeped and she looked up to see a Mustang convertible filled with young guys, waving at her, one of them yelling, “Want to go for a ride, sweet thing?”
She simply smiled, shook her head, and said, “Sorry.”
She couldn’t wait to see Chris again—she couldn’t wait to let him touch her as much as he wanted. His words had slithered through her body like hungry, living things, even as he’d pulled away from their embrace and began swimming back to the boat. And she’d surrendered. Fully. Wholly.
She supposed that was when it had happened, in the ocean, with him prodding her to rub her pussy against his leg, his big cock pressing against her thigh. But now, walking into his bar, was the official surrender.
As for the fact that she would probably feel desperately hurt when she left him at the end of the trip—or maybe tonight was all he wanted, who knew?—she wasn’t thinking about that. Whether that was acceptance or avoidance, she didn’t know, but she also didn’t care. For once in her life, she wasn’t going to think about the future, where something would lead—she was going to think about the moment, the night, and all the excitement and passion it could hold.
The Lazy Lizard was an open-air bar built of worn, aged timber, made to look like a large, dilapidated shack, set in a lot behind a t-shirt shop. The arched sign featured a gecko lounging on a towel beneath a beach umbrella, hands behind his head. Even before venturing inside, she sensed the fun, easygoing atmosphere of the place and could already tell Chris fit here.
Loud rock music blared from the scantily-roofed structure and patrons sprinkled the establishment, some sitting at tables, others at the bar. Beer and colorful mixed drinks appeared to be the only thing anyone was consuming at the Lazy Lizard, although she did see one basket of nachos being shared by an older couple.
“Hey, sweets.”
A light, brushing pinch on the back of her arm drew her eyes around to find Shay, Chris’s crew member from the snorkeling boat. Her thin red halter top clearly outlined her perky breasts and her ultra-short denim cutoffs displayed her tan legs nearly as well as her bikini had. Now that night had fallen, she wore makeup—blue eyeliner made her eyes look larger and more round, and red-tinted gloss made her pretty lips glisten. She carried an empty tray under her arm.
“Hi, Shay,” she said with a smile, pointing to the tray. “You work here, too?”
“That’s right. Serving up soda by day and the hard stuff at night. Chris has been waiting for you.” She paused, giving Carrie a long once-over. “That hot little skirt’s gonna knock him for a loop. He’s behind the bar.”
With that, Shay strolled away, her hips jiggling, and as Carrie watched her go, she realized her shorts were so short that the curve of her ass hung out the back. As she bent over to whisper in someone’s ear, the shorts rose scandalously high, and a passing guy slapped her on the ass. She looked up with a threatening grin. “Careful, Bobby, or I might take that as an invitation. And as fun as it sounds to me, I don’t think your cute little wife would like it much.”
“Maybe if we let her play, too,” said the dark-haired guy who was climbing up onto a barstool.
“Don’t I wish,” Shay cooed back.
Something about the playful exchange made Carrie’s nipples tighten further in her bra before she finally made her way to the large, square bar in the center of the place, taking a stool at one corner, away from other patrons.
Chris spotted her immediately. His eyes went warm as he approached, resting his arms on the bar and leaning over close. “Angel, baby,” he said in soft, low greeting. He used one bent finger to lightly lift her chin before delivering a butterfly-soft kiss to her mouth.
“Oh…” she said, amazed that a kiss so sweet, so soft, could make her pussy surge with so much heat.
“I’ve been waiting to do that,” he said.
She lowered her chin coquettishly. “It was nice.”
“Stick around, babe, and there’ll be lots more where that came from.” He gave her one of his typical, sexy winks before whisking away to take a drink order from another of the waitresses.
Over the next hour, Chris gave her free drinks and spent as much time chatting with her as possible. She found she simply enjoyed watching him work, watching the way he dealt with people. The crowd grew more raucous as the night grew later, and when a male patron asked Shay to “jiggle her tits,” she did him one better, setting down her tray and untying her top in the back to lift it up and flash for him. The whole bar cheered and an unbidden rush of moisture seeped into Carrie’s panties at the sight of Shay’s breasts, which were just as lovely as she’d suspected—the nipples a warm, rosy pink, slightly upturned.
Not long after this, Shay appeared at her side, clearly a bit more tipsy than she’d been upon Carrie’s arrival. She slid her arm around Carrie’s waist and leaned in close—Carrie could feel her breasts pressing against her side. “How’s it going, sweets? Is Chris keeping you entertained enough?”
Carrie gave her a warm smile. “Chris is hanging out with me as much as he can.”
“The crowd is thinning down now, so he should be able to take off pretty soon.” She leaned closer to whisper in Carrie’s ear. “And then you can get some of that big, beautiful cock.”
Carrie flinched, not sure what to say. When she pulled back, Shay wore a knowing smile that told Carrie she had experience with that particular part of Chris’s body. A small dart of jealousy arced through her, but then she reminded herself—this was casual, vacation fun. When the vacation ended, so did the r
elationship, so did the emotions. Or she’d try to end the emotions, anyway. And for now, she tried to embrace Chris’s hedonistic lifestyle and glean what she could from Shay. She lowered her voice. “So it’s as big as it felt to me through his shorts last night?”
Shay raised her eyebrows. “Oh yes, sweets. Get ready for the ride of your life. He’ll have your pussy begging for more.”
She’d been aroused enough already without this new bit of information, and now—God, she ached for him. She couldn’t believe she’d only met him yesterday morning, because it felt like she’d been waiting forever to fuck him.
Fuck him? Sheesh—even just since that first meeting, her encounters with him seemed to have colored her whole frame of thought, the very words that tumbled through her mind. Indeed, he’d taken over some part of her, a part that had been hidden deep down inside her, totally undiscovered until yesterday. Now, it was as if it had bubbled up, inflating in size until it was the biggest part of her. Even as she continued to have straggling worries for how she’d feel after this week ended, her existence now had mostly to do with the sensations that filled her body, the incredible urges she could barely control even as she sat waiting for him at the bar. “God, my cunt is so hot.”
Shay laughed uproariously and only then did Carrie realize she’d actually uttered the thought aloud.
“Chris was wrong about you, sweets.”
She lifted her brows. “Wrong?”
“He told me you were a sweet, innocent little thing. Looks like you’ve got him fooled,” she said, grinning.
Carrie drew in a breath, her pussy still pulsing beneath the short skirt she wore, throbbing against the barstool. “I…am—was…what he told you, I guess. But just a couple of days down here has me acting…well, not like myself.”
Shay gave her head a provocative tilt. “Well, take my advice, sweets. Bad girls have a lot more fun. And not only that, but it’s addictive, too. A few more days down here in paradise and you might just be changed for life.” With that, she scooped up her order pad and sauntered away, and Carrie couldn’t help watching the sway of her ass in those too-short shorts.
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