It doesn't help that I'm also hung-over from a tad too many apple-tinis last night." Phoebe pushed back from the table with a dramatic stretch and a yawn.
"Phoebe, the ocean is like glass today. Why the Dramamine?" I asked her.
"I get queasy in a swimming pool. I'm not taking any chances." She blew a kiss to the three of us and went to find a bed.
Angelo began to clear the table and I asked him to bring another bottle of Orvieto up top to the swimming pool. "Find the plastic wine glasses, too." I looked at the twin lovelies at my sides. "We wouldn't want anyone's pretty feet cut up, now would we?"
They both giggled as if I was the wittiest man they'd ever met. I offered a crooked arm to each girl and guided them toward the stairs. "If you need to change into your suits . . ."
Two sets of mischievous eyes twinkled at me. "Isn't your pool clothing optional, sugah?" Shelby asked me in a mock Southern drawl. Apparently, the girls weren't going to waste any time on preliminaries. That was fine by me. I welcomed the distraction from my distraction.
I propelled them up the stairs with a little smack on both of their tight Valentine asses. "Sweethearts, the entire boat is clothing optional for you two."
Chapter 7--Lara
I had to admit that Morgan managed to snag a trio of fabulous babes for the ride to the Bahamas. Richard had popped into the kitchen earlier in the morning and given me a head's up on the lunch plans so I was able to put together a masterful salad for the guests. Salads are one of my strong suits and I've always enjoyed composing artful presentations for them. I was grateful for the skill. The women looked like they had probably had every permutation of greens under the sun.
Angelo and I finished cleaning up and I was off the hook for dinner. Morgan and his guests, captain and most of the other hands would be having dinner ashore on Paradise Island. There was plenty of time for me to throw a quick pasta dish together for myself and the skeleton crew that would stay on board.
After I changed out of my chef's togs, I propped myself up against my headboard and opened my reader to the book in progress. I wasn't able to concentrate on it, though. Above my head, I could hear the laughter and conversation muffled by the porthole's glass. I tried to ignore it but it was impossible. There was way too much fun going on up there by the pool. My nerves stood at annoyed attention and my stomach gave an angry lurch at the thought of Morgan splashing around with the hotties up on deck.
Of course I knew I was being irrational. I had no claim on the man whatsoever. All the same, I wanted him. If I was destined for another bad choice at least it could be a guy who made my core clutch at the sight of him. I wanted to pull that perfect mouth down to mine and run my tongue over those lupine teeth. Fantasy doesn't adhere to rules and my mind was bucking me naked against those slim hips, taking that fine thick cock inside me and riding him like a wild thing. Maybe he'd be the one to push me over the edge. Finally. Ever since I had my cherry popped I've been wondering what a man-induced orgasm would feel like.
Another cooing sound drifted above my head. I had to peek. I knew I'd regret it but I couldn't resist torturing myself. I slid onto my knees and raised my head to the window. The people on deck probably couldn't have seen me spying on them. The windows were all so darkly tinted and the glare of the sun turned them into virtual mirrors. But I didn't want to get caught playing the peeping Tom so I parted the curtains just enough to barely see out.
You can't un-read a bad book or un-watch a bad movie. But oh how I wished I could un-see the back of Morgan's head as he buried his face between one set of shapely thighs and burrowed his hand between another set. The two women were kissing each other playfully, breaking free long enough to giggle encouragement to their playmate below them in the water.
His wet sculpted
"Phoebe, the ocean is like glass today. Why the Dramamine?" I asked her.
"I get queasy in a swimming pool. I'm not taking any chances." She blew a kiss to the three of us and went to find a bed.
Angelo began to clear the table and I asked him to bring another bottle of Orvieto up top to the swimming pool. "Find the plastic wine glasses, too." I looked at the twin lovelies at my sides. "We wouldn't want anyone's pretty feet cut up, now would we?"
They both giggled as if I was the wittiest man they'd ever met. I offered a crooked arm to each girl and guided them toward the stairs. "If you need to change into your suits . . ."
Two sets of mischievous eyes twinkled at me. "Isn't your pool clothing optional, sugah?" Shelby asked me in a mock Southern drawl. Apparently, the girls weren't going to waste any time on preliminaries. That was fine by me. I welcomed the distraction from my distraction.
I propelled them up the stairs with a little smack on both of their tight Valentine asses. "Sweethearts, the entire boat is clothing optional for you two."
Chapter 7--Lara
I had to admit that Morgan managed to snag a trio of fabulous babes for the ride to the Bahamas. Richard had popped into the kitchen earlier in the morning and given me a head's up on the lunch plans so I was able to put together a masterful salad for the guests. Salads are one of my strong suits and I've always enjoyed composing artful presentations for them. I was grateful for the skill. The women looked like they had probably had every permutation of greens under the sun.
Angelo and I finished cleaning up and I was off the hook for dinner. Morgan and his guests, captain and most of the other hands would be having dinner ashore on Paradise Island. There was plenty of time for me to throw a quick pasta dish together for myself and the skeleton crew that would stay on board.
After I changed out of my chef's togs, I propped myself up against my headboard and opened my reader to the book in progress. I wasn't able to concentrate on it, though. Above my head, I could hear the laughter and conversation muffled by the porthole's glass. I tried to ignore it but it was impossible. There was way too much fun going on up there by the pool. My nerves stood at annoyed attention and my stomach gave an angry lurch at the thought of Morgan splashing around with the hotties up on deck.
Of course I knew I was being irrational. I had no claim on the man whatsoever. All the same, I wanted him. If I was destined for another bad choice at least it could be a guy who made my core clutch at the sight of him. I wanted to pull that perfect mouth down to mine and run my tongue over those lupine teeth. Fantasy doesn't adhere to rules and my mind was bucking me naked against those slim hips, taking that fine thick cock inside me and riding him like a wild thing. Maybe he'd be the one to push me over the edge. Finally. Ever since I had my cherry popped I've been wondering what a man-induced orgasm would feel like.
Another cooing sound drifted above my head. I had to peek. I knew I'd regret it but I couldn't resist torturing myself. I slid onto my knees and raised my head to the window. The people on deck probably couldn't have seen me spying on them. The windows were all so darkly tinted and the glare of the sun turned them into virtual mirrors. But I didn't want to get caught playing the peeping Tom so I parted the curtains just enough to barely see out.
You can't un-read a bad book or un-watch a bad movie. But oh how I wished I could un-see the back of Morgan's head as he buried his face between one set of shapely thighs and burrowed his hand between another set. The two women were kissing each other playfully, breaking free long enough to giggle encouragement to their playmate below them in the water.
His wet sculpted
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