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Our thanks to DrSpin for his help. Captain Steve and Linda
"Long Island Sound"
Part 1/2
She leaned over me. Her breasts pressed innocently against my back.
"Think you've found the problem Steve?"
"Yea, I do. Just hand me the small phillips."
She retrieved the screwdriver from the box on the table and passed the
tool to my outstretched hand. Again her breasts again snuggled against
my spine. I leaned further to unfasten the hose clamp on the water
system, thinking it best to ignore the situation. I'd had this happen
before. I assume all men have. Women "accidentally" touch their breasts
against your back, arm or chest and act as if there is no contact. They
seem to dare you to take action. Often I'd been completely shocked at
the "pressers"--wives of bosses or best friends wives, even coworkers.
Fitting the screwdriver, I applied pressure and felt the screw loosen.
I also felt her hand on my protruding butt, and she quickly slipped a
finger between my legs almost to my balls.
Startled, I reared, hitting my head on the hatch cover and stabbing my
left hand with the screwdriver. "I'm sorry," she said. "Didn't mean
to upset you. I'll get a bandage." The breasts and hand departed.
She patched my bleeding finger, and without comment, I returned to the
job. And the breasts returned to my back and the hand to my ass. I
shouldn't be upset, I thought; she's a damn fine looking woman. But, I
was. I wildly searched my computer-like mind for the politically
correct thing to do. As usual computer-mind failed me, and I decided to
do nothing. Worse, that old beggar Beauregard stiffened in my pants and
sent messages to computer-mind that he was actually enjoying the
situation. Somehow, I managed to remove the clamp, clean the drain and
reassemble the fixture. As I finished, the hand continued to caress my
cheeks. I could feel one finger trace the crack of my ass from top to
bottom. "We come as a package you know." She said with her lips
brushing my ear. "He greatly relies on my recommendations."
I climbed to my feet and turned to her. At that moment, the
unmistakable sounds my wife Linda and my pressing companion's husband
returning to the boat came down the companionway hatch of the 40 foot
sloop. She grinned at my embarrassment and went up the ladder.
My wife Linda and I had flown to New York City to meet my old college
roommate Jay and his wife Adele. Jay and I had been inseparable
roommates in college. At first we had been wary of each other. Hell,
the boy's New York speech was practically intelligible and he ate
god-awful things such as hard biscuits called bagels and a sandwich with
the unlikely name of "submarine." I introduced him to the better things
in life such as red eye gravy, Tennessee style barbecue, moonshine
whiskey and, of course, the South's finest product-beautiful women.
Soon it was evident that we would be the best of friends forever. We
did all the usual idiot-college- boy stuff-got drunk on cheap whisky,
got sick on cheap whisky, dated the same women, got dumped by the same
women for being too crude etc. Our favorite entertainment, however, was
trading insults. The war of succession was not over, I remind him as
often as possible. Just put on hold.
Jay and I had kept track of each other for years. We'd both married and
the two couples had met often on vacations and various business
meetings. Now Jay owned a small manufacturing firm, which had developed
software to track the assembly process of the electrical components he
sold. I operated a management consultant firm, which specialized in
computer networks. I needed his software. He needed my skilled network
engineering staff to go worldwide. If we combined companies, we could
potentially realize excellent profits.
Jay had suggested that Linda and I fly to New York and sail with them up
Long Island Sound. He and I could discuss the philosophy of the pending
agreement and, at the same time, ensure that we were actually doing the
right thing. Friendship is one thing but we couldn't allow it to cloud
our business judgment. This had to be a business decision. What the
hell, I'd thought. Off to Yankee land. I had never been clear as to
exactly where dinky little states like Connecticut and Rhode Island were
anyway; so this was a chance to have fun and close the deal safely out
of the clutches of his and my lawyers.
Barbara and I had landed at La Guardia airport where Jay and Adele
waited. "Yankee bastard," I hollered and made a move to jab him in the
balls. He countered by dodging my hand and shot two fingers towards my
eyes, "Rebel redneck." I invoked a classic Three Stooges defense with my
hand between my eyes.
"Children, children," Linda screamed as she and Adele pulled us apart.
Unfortunately women understand little of the Zen of Stooges combat
techniques.
"You're still pretty slow 'roomie,'" Jay grinned at me as we went to
search for our bags.
Jay is about six feet two, and as usual his dark bushy hair was
uncombed. I did see some streaks of gray invading the tangled mop.
(Good material for later insults, which I filed with computer mind.)
Adele, however, is in a class all by herself. The first time I met her
was when she and Jay came to visit us in Tampa. I estimated her height
as five feet eleven. She was a "big women." She wasn't fat--there is
just a lot of her. I stand six feet even, and it's rare a woman looks
me almost straight in the eye. She's also an excellent athlete with
powerful shoulders and a slim waist and, on top of it all, very
intelligent. I had come to like her as well as Jay, and he'd had a
head start. Linda who is five feet two often commented that when we all
got together, she felt she had arrived in the land of the giants.
After walking through endless corridors, all under construction, (This
airport has been her a long time. Aren't they ever going to finish
it?), we found Jay's car and immediately set out for the marina at City
Island, just off Hempstead Bay.
We boarded their sloop and squared away our gear. Soon we all sat
topside enjoying an excellent Cabernet while watching the sun drift
slowly down the Western sky. Linda had volunteered to do some on board
cooking, so she and Jay set out for the local grocery store to procure
items that could not go into our suitcase. I relaxed on deck still
talking to Adele. Not only was she tall, she was an exquisitely
handsome woman. Short brown hair, liquid brown eyes went well with her
large frame. We discussed tennis, which was her favorite sport when not
sailing. She had gone below for something while I relaxed on the deck.
The western sky turned purple with gold bands arching from a dying sun.
I leaned back against the cockpit coming and felt good about life, a
sense of power, of being in control, the world at me feet. I stood held
up my glass to toast the gods with thought of a favorite poem:
"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Ah yes. Ozy and I. Masters or our domain and all we survey...
"Jim help," Adele's shriek sounded from the hatch." The damn sink is
plugged again and overflowing. I quickly dropped my reverie and went
below. "It's supposed to drain into the holding tank, but usually
doesn't. Jay just pulls off the hose clamp and removes whatever I
wasn't supposed to put down the drain. Suppose you could do that? "
"No problem." Ozymandias, now deflated, dropped to his knees amidst a
sticky mixture of lemon rinds, cheese bits and coffee grounds. The
great ruler probably never contemplated the complexities of clogged
drains. Yes, there was more to the poem-
"Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
I suspected that that fool Shelley also never knew the joys of plumbing.
That's when the trouble had started.
Now, with Linda and Jay clambering over the rails, I was relieved. Sex
is a wonderful thing, but this is Jay's wife. Not just any wife in the
world; she's my best friend's wife. With all of us aboard, the cramped
quarters would preclude any further advances.
I was wrong. The tidal currents from Hells Gate helped, and we quickly
moved into the Middle Sound. Sailing towards New England we soon passed
under Throgs Neck Bridge heading towards Oyster Bay. I was enjoying the
spectacular scenery and Adele was herself at my expense. Unaccountably,
her breasts kept bumping into me. She also seemed to have trouble
keeping her footing in the gentle chop. Her hands always sought parts
of my body for help. I decided to play the gentleman and made no
protest.
However, temptations began to enter my mind. Damn, she was pretty.
Once when she bumped into me, I found my hand resting too long on her
pretty rear end as I helped righten her. Another time, I hesitated too
long as we passed each other in the galley, she turned her head as if
for a kiss. Involuntarily, I moved my head to her...coming to my
senses, I murmured some excuse and went up the ladder. I was only glad
Linda didn't know of Adele's intentions
Wrong again. "Apparently you have an admirer?" Linda whispered into my
ear as we lay that evening in our bunk. We were at anchor in Oyster Bay
and had turned in at about 11o'clock.
"So you noticed."
"Couldn't help it. Her hands are all over you. Didn't see too much
resistance?"
"I'm not sure what to do. All these years, and now this. Do you think
he's noticed?"
"I'm not sure. Oh well, just don't enjoy it too much. Not much can
happen on this little boat."
"Just don't you and Jay leave me alone with her again." I told her
about fixing the drain and Adele's breasts and the hand.
"Your such an idiot, but an honest idiot. Most men wouldn't bother to
mention that little detail. But you did enjoy her little games didn't
you?" I felt her hand slip into my shorts, and she brushed her
fingertips over Beau, now standing at strict attention. "Yes, there's
my answer," she whispered while putting her tongue into my ear. I
guiltily thought of Adele's lips in the same place earlier that day.
"Look", she said. "Let's play this by ear. Jay can't be this dumb."
The next day's sail was one of the most interesting I've ever
experienced. We sailed across the Sound to Darien then through the
Norwark islands. The wind was a brisk 20 knots and the sloop proved
lively and responsive to the helm. Unlike Florida sailing, we wore foul
weather gear and we passed through rain storms and plowed through the
chop. I admired Yankee land, and Adele continued her games.
Adele also watched and listened attentively as Jay and I discussed the
general terms of the merger. Often, she made excellent suggestions.
Still, each time I went below, she arranged to be there. Once as I
exited our bunk area, she motioned to me to stop. "I think you two are
making excellent progress. I' m looking forward to working with you."
"Thanks Adele." I agreed. "You've had some excellent suggestions."
"Thanks. He'll rely on my thoughts before we do anything."
"Well, I hope you're having happy thoughts." Damn, I thought. I may
regret that statement.
"I'm happy--so far. But I could be happier. I'd like to give him the
go ahead before we finish the sail." With that, she leaned forward and
kissed me. Again I was startled by her size. I'd never had a woman
kiss me straight ahead like that. I responded and moved a hand from her
waist towards her chest before breaking off. She drew back, smiled and
went topside. Hell, I thought, this can't go on. No help as usual,
Beau began to squirm in my shorts.
We anchored that night near Bridgeport Connecticut. Each couple took a
turn below showering and changing clothes.
"I guess you've noticed the continuing games?" I said to Linda when we
alone below.
"Yes, I'm surprised you haven't charged her with rape. Jay can't have
missed all this. I guess he doesn't mind."
"If he doesn't, I don't."
"Remember our new rule." She was referring, of course, to a trip we had
taken last year with our old friends Maggie and Roger. After years of
monogamous marriage, we had participated in an "adult weekend sail" with
our two old friends. That's the indirect way of saying that the two
couples had gone sailing and had sex with each others spouse. Linda and
I had agreed that single affairs were not for us, because it was
dishonest and cheating. With Maggie and Roger, it had been just for
fun. Although we had not repeated with them, we all knew we would
probably get together again.
In the dinghy, we motored to dinner at Black Rock Harbor. The
restaurant served excellent Maine lobsters, plus we partook of an
interesting Fume Blanc. I thoroughly enjoyed the dinner in spite of
Linda mentioning the fat content of the lobster and butter dip. I
secretly devoured extra portions of delicious Yankee versions of hush
puppies when she went to the ladies room, and just for good measure and
ladled extra butter on my roll. I don't' cheat on my wife but when it
comes to food, I use the rule--"what she doesn't know...
Adele held up her hand for our attention. "Honey, I think it is time
for a decision. You and Steve should stop discussing minutia and agree
that the merger will go forward." She raised her wineglass. "To the
formation of the new company, whatever we are going to call it."
I looked at Steve. He looked at me. Linda said, "You've got my vote."
"A deal," said Jay.
"A deal," I agreed.
Relived, I enjoyed my Maine lobster (admitting to myself that it was far
better than the Florida variety, which are really crawfish) and even
managed not to spill butter on my pants. We had a second bottle of wine
followed with aperitifs and coffee. Yankee food isn't too bad I mused.
Beau was under pressure, so I rose to go to the rest room and to my
dismay Adele followed. 'Wait," she said when we were out of sight of
Jay and Linda. "I know I've been giving you a hard time, but there's no
strings attached. I've just had some fun flirting. You're under no
obligation to screw your new partner's wife to get the merger. I think I
just showed that tonight."
"I was kind of nervous," I confessed. "After all, Jay is right there all
day.
"He's a brilliant businessman and a wonderful husband, but I swear, the
man is almost oblivious sometimes. I've never cheated on him, but I
could've many times, and he'd never notice. Of course, Linda misses
nothing. I suppose she hates me."
"No, she's a good sport. She knows nothing serious happened."
"Well, I apologize. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. We've made
all this money-- I've never had an affair--I love sex-- I'm not going to
have an affair--I'm bored. I'll apologize to Linda. Does this make
sense?"
"No, but I'm relieved. I wasn't sure how to handle the situation."
"Do you think I'm fat. I'm so tall. I hate it. Linda's so cute."
God I hate these questions women pose. There are no answers. Beau
stiffened at the thought of...of what. We had just straightened out the
flirting problem. I assumed it was over. Now I stood with a stiff
prick, highly attracted to this amazon and...what. What should I say?
Why not the truth.
"I think you're one sexy hunk of woman. If I wasn't married..."
"That's enough. Thanks." She started to the ladies room, then turned
and came back. "If I wasn't married I'd show you what it's like to be
with a women my size. You would like that wouldn't you?"
"Very much," I had to admit, "but you're Jay's wife and..."
Adele licked her lips, "yes, I know you do, but the gentleman's code."
We parted. I stood in the men's room gripped the sink and splashed cold
water on my face trying to get Beau to relax. It's hell trying to pee
in a crowded men's room with a hard on.
--
Captain Steve sailtwo@hotmail.com
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