Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. (C) Copyright 2003. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. Copies of my stories can be downloaded from: </files/Authors/MikeC/> What do you think of the story? Send comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net ============= James Part IX. Soaring Visions James 70 "Brrrr cold!" Sherri complained as she slipped in under the covers and promptly stuck her freezing feet between my thighs. "Oh god, woman!" I jumped and shivered mightily, "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?" "No..." She slid over me and rubbed her smooth body on mine, "Not yet anyways." She giggled, "Warm me up and THEN I'll give you reason to have an attack!" "Did you go swimming?" I said, stroking her soft damp tresses. "Worse!" She squirmed on me, trailing her hard nipples on my chest, as I warmed the globes of her ass with both hands. "We cleaned the crabs with the hose, and one thing led to another..." She adjusted herself to slide her sex along my cock, "Sara's getting breakfast ready and my job is to make sure our lord and master is awake and in a mellow mood when it is ready." "And you think that shoving your popsicle toes in my crotch is the way to do it?" "Hmmm, seems to me it's working real good!" She giggled against my neck and humped herself on me softly. "Or would you like more 'encouragement'?" She sucked my tongue in her mouth and demonstrated her technique most convincingly. We hummed into our mouths as my erection found its mark. Another tremor shook us as I forced my way inside Sherri's intense heat. "Huhn!" She gasped, "God, that's good... Mmmm, how you fill me..." She hugged me tightly as she squirmed to admit more of me. I closed my eyes at the amazing feelings her body was giving me. I stroked her hair and held her slim body tightly to stretch the moment; to savor our closeness as slowly, our bodies fit together the way they were meant to be. "This is heaven!" Sherri sighed, "You feel so yummy in me! Mmmmmm!" She clutched me as I started a pumping motion. I squeezed and pinched her ass, urging her on, "I suddenly feel this need for buns..." I moaned, and then slid a finger between them, "With a cream filling..." "Ohhhh! Oh, oh... Uh, uh, uh..." She grunted with her furious pumping, "God! God! Yessss! Good!" She levered her body up, arms on my shoulders, arching and flexing her body to fuck on me. She heaved and gasped, shaking and moaning with her climax. Her hair hung down between us, her eyes squeezed tight as she concentrated on her ecstasy. Another tremor shook her body as I scratched my nails on her breasts and pulled on a bloated nipple, then I added my groans and pounding as my passion reached a feverish pitch. With a lurch that jammed our bodies together, I flexed and came as she buried her nails and teeth in my shoulder. "Mmmm, yummy!" She sighed, kissing and licking the teethmarks she'd left on me. "Am I bleeding bad?" "No more than usual!" She laughed, and slid up to kiss me, "My big baby!" "Now I know why everyone tells me you're a toothsome wench!" She laughed, "Not to mention the author of several biting remarks!" "As long as it's not spoken with a forked tongue!" "Who's worried about speaking?" Sherri rolled off and tugged me to my feet. "C'mon sexy, let's go take our shower and maybe this wench can help you with those hard-to-reach places!" She winked, and licked her lips. Erin was helping Sara set the table and gave me a hug and a cheery "Good morning." "Did you sleep well?" I asked. "Yeah, I turn over and I'm asleep. But those two--" She gestured in the direction of the bedroom, "--were giggling all night, and lord knows what else..." "Let them sleep, they can have the salad when they wake." Instead of omelets, Sara had made a crab meat salad and soft fajita wraps to go with it. "Whatever we can't finish can be snacks later as well." "You all set for today?" I asked after I gave her a kiss. "Yeah, we've done all we can think of." Sara shrugged, "And the weather's holding, not too hot..." She looked at Sherri and grinned, "I think Peter's gonna be happy today." We cleaned up after breakfast as Sara changed into her black two-piece, then she took Sherri and I over to the marina, leaving Erin doing her stretching and strength drills. We found Peter directing the efforts of two magazine-staff photographers around Gyro as the IC crew worked over her. "Ah, the test pilots!" He greeted us, then, after handing us IC jackets, he lined us up for more photos. With Peter on board, we went to check the course. On the far shore, workers were installing 3-tier benches for spectators. Peter pointed to a large electronic display at the end. "That's the scoreboard JulieAnn wanted, connected to the laser speed detector mounted at the end of that boom, so it would report your exact speed all the time. Damned if it isn't a whole lot more exciting than waiting for stopwatches and calculators after each run! Take it from me she's got a career in PR for sure!" He laughed and shook his head, "Plus I can tell you that it will be a great turnout! We're expecting upwards of 400 people including some important names in the industry." "Are they all going to the picnic? I don't think Drake Island is big enough for even a hundred of them!" "Oh no! That's Al's baby, most of them will be with me at the press conference over at the Center, then I have a flight out at 3 o'clock." He smiled, "This is gonna stir things up a lot! Everyone's been concentrating on the boat shows to launch their products, but this kind of event, it's so... grassroot!" He waved to the people already gathering around, "And surprisingly effective!" I drove the boat at a snail's pace while the girls sat at the bow and scanned the water for obstacles, laughing, waving and yakking non-stop. At the Marina, Peter and his engineers reclaimed Gyro so it could be polished up for the run and to have 'goop' slicked on the hull. We had an hour before the boat would be ready for its trials. Lucy was waiting with Erin and friends. "You missed it!" She laughed, "These three came jogging here and they had a dozen boys following them!" "We were keeping Erin company on her jog," Cara supplied, "And we passed by the arcade, and decided to cool off with a game or two of foosball." She grinned. "Then our new friends decided to keep us company." Ami glowed. "You were so disgusting, Ami!" Erin scolded, "Flirting and everything!" "All I did was smile at them! You don't have to be such a sourpuss, Erin!" "Well I'm not about to give them any ideas!" Erin retorted. "Talking about giving ideas," Ami looked at us, "Can we go look for my suit now?" Lucy led us to the 'Mall', which was an old warehouse converted to house twenty or so small stores. Half of them handled sporting goods and the rest sold swimwear. Fortunately they had an outdoor food court where I retired to wait for them. A hamburger and shake later, Sara came to collect me. "All done?" I asked. "No, Ami wants your opinion," Sara explained as she took my hand, "And, believe me, you're missing on a great show!" "I'm sure you can give a show and tell, later..." I grinned lecherously. "But this way you can have both!" She pulled my arm across her shoulders and nestled close. The girls had monopolized a corner of a store, where Ami was having a great time trying out different suits, egged on by her friends to model progressively skimpier versions. She came out in a one-piece with high cut bottoms and what amounted to 2"-wide suspenders holding them up. She noticed the look on my face and started blushing, then stood proudly and thrust her chest out at me. The spectators groaned. "Didn't I tell you?" Snickered Sara, "You'd never have forgiven me if I let you miss out on this!" "Whaddaya think?" Erin asked. "One word," I responded, "'Robin Hood.'" as Ami turned even redder. "That's two words!" Sherri laughed. "One for each side." I answered. Ami settled for a bikini with a barely adequate top and a bottom consisting of a glorified G-string. She fidgeted under our scrutiny, but was glowing and grinning. "You have some bod, girl!" Cara commented. "Are you going to show us yours?" Ami asked as she paid and we started heading back to the Marina. "In good time..." She smiled. She had a T-shirt covering her suit. "I think you'd better cover yourself up, if you're thinking of keeping the suit on..." Erin commented. "Here, take my 'T'!" She offered and pulled her shirt off. Underneath she had a yellow bikini on, barely more decent than Ami's. I staggered against Sherri, "Oh god, what have I done? One day here and my sister's become an exhibitionist!" "Oh, relax," She scoffed, "I'm too young. Besides, I have too much muscle and too little boobs to be interesting." "And I would whole-heartedly disagree, honey!" Ami laughed, taking the shirt but doing nothing with it, "YOU have some bod too, kiddo!" She turned to Cara, "How 'bout you showing us what you got too?" "If I must..." She sighed and squirmed out of her top. "Gosh!" Lucy stared at her, then at the others, "You guys look so amazing! No wonder you're models!" "Except me," Erin pouted, "I'm just not 'hot' enough!" "That's not true!" Ami laughed, "Erin has to train for the Olympics." She went on to explain about Erin's Gymnastics program to Lucy, finishing with, "Erin is good enough to make it all the way - and she'll be exactly 16 during Olympic year, the minimum age you can compete in that sport." "But the 'team' is still going to be together, forever, right?" Cara hugged them. "For sure!" Erin said, "Too bad we never got to do our dance at the camp!" "Do you have the music?" Sherri asked. "Yeah, I've got the CD the coach made for us in my bag." Erin replied. "Well, let's give them a thrill at the picnic then." Sherri smiled. The festivities were obviously already under way as we could hear Al welcoming Peter and InterCoastal over the PA system. Then Peter went on to thank everyone and started on a lengthy discourse on the new Monster Cuddy and its impact on the human race. The technicians fired the big engine on the Cuddy when they saw us, telling us about the low-viscosity oil they had used to try and squeeze the last bit of horse power out of the engine. "What about Synthetics?" Al asked as he joined us. "You never use Synthetic oils in anything but automobiles," Sara explained, "They attract moisture, so on the water..." Sara grimaced. "Plus, at normal operating conditions, synthetics and regular oil both perform the same way." "That's right," One of the technicians joined in, "Here, we are actually putting in W40 which is lighter than any Synthetic can offer. Contrary to popular belief, in anything but extreme-temperature or constant-use situations, dependence on synthetic oil can lead to premature engine failures." He turned to us, "And that's probably gonna be wasted with the 40 pounds of speaker equipment you have hanging off the stern!" "Don't you dare take them off!" Laughed Al, "I've got a dozen orders specifying the same sound system!" "It should work out OK." Sherri confirmed, "The new wing design should take that into consideration." She started talking earnestly to the engineers as Sara took Al and Peter for a sedate cruise in front of the milling crowd along both shores. They returned and, after a quick check by the marina crew, Sara declared herself ready for the first run. Sherri popped in the CD she had prepared for the occasion. She took my arm and we watched the boat sail out, accompanied by the strains of flutes undulating like rippling water, to be joined by gliding strings as Sara turned up the top channel. "Bedrich Smetana was the original Bohemian Master and paved the musical grounds for fellow countrymen Lizst, Chopin and Dvorak. I consider this the definitive Bohemian Rhapsody, his tribute to the Moldau river which runs through Czechoslovakia and is host to many of her legends. "The first section is reminiscent of the streams in the hills where the river begins; it is keyed in E, but in Harmonic Minor, which gives it a most subtle yet charming character." Sara turned the boat as she accelerated for the timed course and Sherri continued, "Here the music switches to a major key as it picks up the laughter and joy of the villages on its shore, much like what we have here." The music and the engine seemed to share a basic beat as we watched the boat and her lovely pilot hurtle by, 60..., 70..., 80... the sign read. Then she reached the end of the course and looped for a return run. "This last half of the piece is the triumphant emergence of the mighty river, and shares the same musical theme as the beginning, again in E, yet with a powerful shift to the Chromatic Minor, making for a strident and unforgettable finish to the story..." She faded as Sara boomed past, resplendent with her 50' long rooster tail. Sara waved happily to the cheering crowds as she drifted back into the marina. She consulted quickly with Al, who turned and announced. "What a run, a record-setting 83 mph for a single-engined cruiser! A hand for Sara, our test pilot and the boat's engineer! But keep your seats, folks. We have a few quick adjustments to make and they'll be back in 10 minutes!" Sara waved us over and, after hugs and congratulations, said to Sherri, "Condition's good - you want to try it?" Sherri grinned and nodded, quickly taking Sara's crash helmet and joining the crew who were hoisting Gyro out of the water and swarming about it. "What is it you're trying this time?" I asked Sara. She nestled against me and shivered, "Mmmm, let me stop shaking first..." She wrapped herself over my leg and squirmed. "What I'd give for a pair of 'Slow Hands' right now..." She whispered. Erin was looking at us funny. I winked as I hugged Sara's smooth body to me, "Post-adrenalin shakes." "Like she's feeling hysterical?" Cara asked. "No," Sara sighed, "More like he's feeling mine..." "Ohhhh!" Erin laughed as it dawned on her, "You guys are such sickos!" Sara grabbed me tightly and moaned into my neck, then she gave me a red-faced kiss before turning back to Erin, grinning, "I know that I can do anything with James," Then, sotto voce, "And I usually do!" "But usually she's a lot more vocal!" Sherri laughed as she joined us, "Well, they're setting it up..." "Setting what up?" I asked again. "To see what the REAL top speed is," Sara explained, "We don't have much room to accelerate and the prop had a tendency to cavitate at top speed." "So we're moving to a smaller pitched propeller, which would give us a better hole shot and reduce the cavitation." Sherri picked up. "Which also means a high end-rpm." "So they're removing the limiter from the engine." "But Sherri can hear the revs anyways..." "So I can maintain 5250 rpm." "Or 5500..." "For no more than 30 seconds..." "Sounds dangerous!" Erin said. "Not really, conditions are really good today." Sara answered. "I want to show them what WE can do." Sherri took our hands, "We started with a design they were ready to throw out and made a record-breaker out of her." "And gave her wings in the process." I smiled. "They're only going to give her half a tankful of gas, which will save 300lbs but enough for a return run." Sherri donned her helmet and we kissed her for luck. With a wave and a saucy twitch of her tail, she fired up the loud motor and took off. The area outside the marina was already 4 deep with people so Lucy took us upstairs to where Al had set up the PA system and where he was egging the crowd on with a roaring cheer as Sherri prepared for her run. From this vantage point, it was clear there were many more than the 400 Peter had expected. It appeared that the entire island was crowded along the shores watching Sherri. She did a flying start, then circled back to build up more speed before letting the boat loose. Without the rev-limiter, the boat howled, almost drowning out Smetana's music that Sherri had started. Hand on the throttle, Sherri had to nurse the engine to run at its rated maximum but not allowing it to go over, which would cause permanent damage to it. In seconds Gyro had passed us but we could still see her streaming water spout and hear her powering along the channel. Then the noise and commotion faded and for long minutes we heard and saw nothing of her. Al's walkie-talkie crackled, "She's gone out past the breakwater!" "Sherri's going for a longer windup." Sara commented. With the extra room to accelerate, Sherri was already going 75 when the laser picked her up. We watched with held breaths as the display nudged upwards, 80..., 85..., 88... and, as she flashed by to the triumphant finale of the music, she hit the magical 90 mark, causing pandemonium in the stands and around us. Peter went around shaking hands and clapping shoulders and gave Sara and us hugs. "Man, oh man! Ninety!" He gloated, "Never before!" He shook his head, "Far fucking out!" He hugged us again. "Let's get out of here." I took Sara's hand, "Before he starts kissing me." Sherri had just pulled in, but left the engine on a high idle as the engineers took readings of the engine. The added spool-down time also allowed the engine to cool at a uniform rate. She jumped out and plastered herself on me as we all hugged and helped her off with her helmet. "Oh god, I've got the shakes bad!" She sighed and rubbed herself on me. "You must've like my performance!" She hummed against me, "You're hard..." "Or," Sara laughed, "Because Peter hugged him." The next moment, we were surrounded by Al, Peter and all the dignitaries. Flashes went off as Sherri and Sara were proudly displayed to the photographers. Then they were escorted out for more photo-ops and autographs. "You look lost, brother dear." Smiled Erin, then she took me hand, "I know how I can cheer you up!" And showed me where the buffet table was. The girls were carefully dismantling the sandwiches and eating the greens and low-fat meat, leaving the remainder to Lucy and me when Sherri and Sara found us. "Somehow we knew this would be the place to find you!" Sherri laughed. "Come on guys, the flotilla's leaving in a half hour and Al wants us to lead it!" Sara took Erin's hand and dragged her back to the condo. "Let's get your music and pack some food before someone gets ornery!" "I can't imagine who you mean." I said. "In that case, maybe you can help me change?" Sherri tugged me upstairs, "I'm still shaking." The afternoon's picnic was an astounding success. The map directed our two dozen boats to a bay on the southern half of the island, which was separated from the northern half by a series of jagged reefs. Although we had never sailed there, it had a deep channel entrance and Al's crew had marked out the passage with small upended pop empties as buoys. Surrounded by a large crescent of white sand, we swam in the sun-warmed lagoon and were fed from Al's large pontoon boat where he'd set up a couple of large gas-fired BBQs and a self-serve refreshment stand. The girls were right in their element, and had an endless stream of admirers waiting on them. Erin and company did their dance number to J-Lo's music and then gave a short demonstration of tumbling on the sparkling beach. After the food, the tide turned and started coming in. By mid-afternoon, the strip of beach was almost completely under water so Al called it a day. Sharing hugs and promises to return, we boarded Gyro for the short trip back to Brookhaven, where we would prepare for our departure; I had to take Erin and friends back to their homes while Sara and Sherri would return to Max's with Gyro. As we watched the cliffs of Brookhaven appear in the distance, we could not help but admire its rugged beauty, and the friends and experiences that had so enriched our lives. "Adieu, fair isle! The waving palm Is pencilled on thy purest sky; Warm sleeps the bay, the air is balm, And, soothed to languor, scarce a sigh." ============= (C) Copyright 2003. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. Copies of my stories can be downloaded from: </files/Authors/MikeC/> What do you think of the story? Send comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net