Chapter Three
He awakened to the soft whisper of her breath in his ear and the warmth of her body next to his. It was still dark and he sighed softly, his body relaxed and resting, but he knew he was going to have to move soon to gain relief from the pressure in his bladder. Moving carefully so as not to awaken her, he slipped from bed and across the cold deck to the head. Crawling back into the bunk, he tried his best not to disturb her sleep but she jumped as he accidentally touched her with his cold feet.
She pulled back for a second, then chuckled softly and snuggled back against him.
"Brr, you're cold and your feet are freezing." She murmured sleepily.
"Sorry, I had to go to the head." He whispered.
"I know." She chuckled softly. "The pump squeaks when you flush."
"I'll have to fix that." He said quietly as he slipped his hands across her smooth skin, pulling her tight against him.
"I don't mind it." She whispered. "It gives me a second to realise where I am and get ready to warm you up again. I'll get used to it."
He pulled his head back trying to see her face.
"What's wrong?" She asked quietly.
"Oh, I was trying to see the expression on your face, that statement makes it sound like you plan to spend a lot of nights beside me."
"That's up to you. I'll spend my time beside you, or under you, or on top of you, or whatever you want." She chuckled. "I think any man that can bring his boat unscathed through an earthquake followed by a tidal wave is worth being with." Then she giggled, which surprised and delighted him. "Besides, you know, you are good in bed."
"Getting here was mostly luck." He sighed. "And you were the one who made love to me."
"We'll argue that later, but what I did was my pleasure." She whispered.
He kissed her then, nothing else would have told her thank you quite as well but when he pulled back she noticed a trace of a frown. She lifted a finger to trace the frown crease on his brow.
"What's bothering you?" She said in a whisper. "Worried about that wife you have tucked away somewhere?"
"Well, not exactly, I'm not married." He sighed. "Umm, there are these two sisters that I'm sort of involved with . . ."
His voice trailed off and she waited for a further response.
"Yes, there are two sisters." She said finally. "Go on. Are you telling me that they're both your lovers?"
"Sort of, in a way, I guess." He frowned even deeper. "It's a strange situation."
"A lot of love affairs are, even though this sounds more complicated than most." She said quietly. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Well, it's a long story." He sighed.
"We aren't in a hurry to go anywhere or do anything." She snuggled at his side.
"Okay." He said in a strangely quiet but resolved voice. "Let me get comfortable then."
He sat up slightly, propping his back on a pillow. She shifted too, resting her head on his chest in a position where she could pull his hand around and settle it on her breast.
He chuckled softly, then gently cupped it and played with her tight nipple with his finger tips. She sighed and shifted just a bit.
"Umm, that's nice." She whispered. "But I'm feeling lopsided, you've got two hands."
He laughed softly and lifted his other hand under her arm to cup the other breast.
"That's better." She snuggled again.
"You sound like Keri." He chuckled.
"Is she one of the sisters?" She turned her head slightly so she could see his face.
"Um hmm, the younger one. She's very artistic and very sensual." His voice took on an even softer quality, yet she could feel his strength and resolution in it somehow. "She likes to be touched too, almost anytime and pretty well anywhere."
"Anytime and anywhere?" She laughed softly. "That doesn't sound like you should be frowning."
"Well, I'm worried about them." He sighed. "I mean if there was an earthquake here, it sure as hell would have hit Seattle and that area. They're living near there and I'm afraid of what an earthquake might have done."
"Oh, I see, that's why you want to get a radio working, but you're almost afraid to, right?"
"Well, no. I'd rather know what's going on than be left in the dark. I am worried though. I've known them for so long and I love the whole family."
"Mmmm, how did you meet them?" She asked, deciding to try to get his mind away from his worries.
"It's a very long story."
"We aren't going anywhere."
"No, I guess we aren't." He sighed. "I suppose I should start way back, because it all ties in. I don't have anything I want to hide and you might as well know about me, but this is going to take a while. Are you sleepy?"
"No, surprisingly, I'm wide awake." She murmured "And now you have my curiosity up. I feel I've got to know."
"I'm awake too, so I might as well tell you the story of my life." He said quietly. " I worked at the paper mill for several years. I apprenticed there and worked in the same place until I was the second engineer in the steam plant. Then even though I was only in my late twenties, I was starting to suffer from arthritis. On top of that I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time so I got a small dose of chlorine gas. While I was recovering, the company offered to either pay me out or give me a small pension. I decided that I'd take early retirement and the pension."
"I suppose that explains how the 'Skolka' came about." She smiled.
"Yeah, I guess. I've always been fascinated by steam power and since I had been working in the steam plant, I saw that modern controls could do so much to improve the way things could be done. I decided that I should build a boat and install them in it, then I could have a place to live if things went really wrong in my marriage."
"Things weren't going well on the home front?"
"No, not really." He sighed and then chuckled softly.
"That's a strange change of emotions." She said quietly watching his face.
"Well, I was thinking, that when I bought the fish boat, it finished off my marriage. It was sort of the final straw that led to the final breakup, then I realised that because of it I've had a great life and now to top it off, I met you. I sighed because of one happening and laughed in joy about the rest."
"That was more of a chuckle of satisfaction." She said quietly.
"I guess it was." He grinned. "You and almost everyone else I know now like boats, whereas my ex-wife hated them. She got sea sick just thinking about them. Janet had wanted a bigger house and a new car as well as a bunch of kids, so when I took early retirement and bought the boat, she asked for a divorce."
"Janet was your wife?"
"Yeah, I met her when I'd just finished my course to become a steam engineer. The plant had given me a job as fourth engineer and I had the money to run around and date women. I met her at a dance and we got married inside of six months. After we were married, Janet wanted kids but I'd had mumps as a teenager, so I was pretty well sterile and couldn't have any. I guess as a substitute, she became a social climber. First she wanted a big car while I had a small truck. She wanted a fancy house but we lived in a bungalow. She worked in an insurance office but wanted to sell real estate. It seemed like she was dissatisfied by everything in her life and whatever I did was wrong, but to be fair I found fault with her actions as well. We just grew further and further apart."
"When I bought the boat, it triggered things, we separated and I moved out of the house. While the divorce was going on, I at least had the boat to live on and I found a friend who would let me work on it in his boatyard. I retired from the plant and moved the boat there. The boatyard had a small marina as well, so I moored the boat there while I finished fixing it up."
"You'd settled the divorce by then, had you?"
"Not completely, the divorce wasn't final for a couple of years. I'd let her have the house and the furniture as well as some other assets. All of it was paid for, but she seemed to get greedy or maybe her shyster lawyer talked her into trying for more. From what I understand, she tried to garnishee my pension and any money I was theoretically making on my boat. By then I'd met George, when he found out about it, he put his lawyers on the case. When it came to court, the magistrate actually told her I had a claim against her wages, which I graciously declined."
"I'll bet that took the wind out of her sails."
"Actually it did a pretty fair job. She sure wasn't happy. "
"I don't imagine, but I suppose it made you happy."
"No, not really. I mean, she was my wife for almost six years and I did love her when we were first married. It was only after both of us changed that our relationship fell apart. I didn't bear her any ill will."
"What happened to her afterward? Umm, Janet, was that her name? Your ex wife, I mean?"
"Oh." Karl's face twisted into a grin. "She married a lawyer, then divorced him and married a college professor and the last I heard she was planning on divorcing him too "
"Did she ever have kids?"
"No, she didn't, as far as I know she's changed her mind about that."
"You don't see her much then?"
"We exchange Christmas cards and I try to remember to phone her on her birthday, other than that we have no contact."
"How did you ever meet George in the first place?"
"Oh, that's a long story. I guess it was over the radio. I'm an amateur radio fan, a ham operator and so is George. Did I mention that he's in a wheelchair?"
"No, you didn't."
"Well he is, and he uses the radio to meet and talk to people. I got interested in ham radio when the arthritis first got bad in my back. That was before I found out that I could still do most things if I thought about it and took my time. We weren't strangers, we talked a lot, at least once a week and I found I liked him. I'd never met him, though I knew he was a writer and I knew he was wheelchair bound."
"Poor man." She said sympathetically.
"Oh he's done all right, writing pays well if you get published." Karl chuckled. "He has a habit of finding some way to get what he wants and he often manages to turn things around so that he accomplishes two or more things at once. I think I was an example of that. I think Ely and Keri were getting old enough to want to move away and I think he wanted to entice them into staying. Since he needed a man who could build him a generator to supply cheap and reliable electric power and could do any of his minor maintenance work, as well as being young enough to be attractive to his daughters, he hired the Pinkerton agency to investigate anyone he thought might do the job. He made no secret that he had me investigated and let his daughters see the reports. He took their ideas into account before he approached me."
"Really?" She giggled. "It sounds almost like he imported a man to seduce his daughters?"
"Umm hm, I guess so, but I think he knew enough about me to feel safe that I wouldn't be the one seducing his daughters." Karl chuckled again. "Actually, I'm not sure if he expected one of them to seduce me or not, but he had raised them to be independent and he regarded them as grown women, so I think in his mind, where they slept and who they slept with was their business. I think you'd have to get to know them to understand completely, they aren't exactly a typical family."
"That's putting it mildly. Just how did it happen?" She asked "The job, I mean?"
"Okay, lets see." He leaned back and thought for a second. "I'd installed a generator for a friend who lived in an isolated area, using water to power it and he'd bragged about his new power plant on the short wave radio. George heard about it and contacted me. I was in the midst of working on the 'Skolka' and I was fairly flush with money because I'd just gotten paid for the other job plus I had my disability pension check, so I wasn't really interested but he sweetened the pot fast. He offered me a long term job and a sheltered mooring for the 'Skolka' on a permanent basis, plus a place to build a little cabin to live in for the winter months. If you've ever lived on a boat in the winter, you should know that was a big deal in itself, so I told him I'd come and have a look at the situation."
He paused and moved to a slightly more comfortable position.
"So, come on, what happened?" She encouraged.
"Well, he was going to either send a chopper for me, or I could bring my boat, but he said that if I came by boat, I'd need a pilot to bring me into his harbour. Since I had a lot of work to do on the boat and only a short time on the marine ways with it out of the water, I agreed to let him send someone in two weeks or so. I wasn't enthused, either about leaving the boat or about riding in a helicopter, and let's face it, at that point the boat was my baby. I didn't know about the private eye checking on me at that time or I would have known that he knew enough to expect that. To make a long story short, he sent me a helper, or maybe the helper volunteered. Anyway, the next evening I was working on my boat, just cleaning up for the day, and I saw this figure coming down the dock in baggy clothes, tall, sort of effeminate looking, dark skin, wearing a baseball cap, carrying a duffel bag over one shoulder. I was sure it was a gay guy looking for work. I moved to edge of the boat to explain I wasn't looking for help and instead I was handed a letter."
"A letter?"
"Unh huh. The letter was from George and addressed to me. It explained that this was Ely, who was a good worker and would work for board and room, as well Ely was to be my pilot to George's island when we had the boat ready. When I got done reading and looked up, I'd never seen a more pathetic, wistful look on anyone's face. I guess I'm a soft touch. I just couldn't say no. I threw my hands in the air, and agreed, as well as offering a meal, still thinking this was a guy. After I'd shown Ely the way to a spare cabin and where the head was, I went back to the galley and I set about making something for us to eat. Ely took several minutes to come to back and I was about to go and check to see what the problem was, when I got the surprise of my life. It's a good thing I was sitting down. Ely had changed clothes and was now dressed in a cashmere sweater and a tiny little mini skirt. I just stared, slack jawed."
"She took you by surprise, huh?" Linda laughed.
"Oh yeah, I was blind sided. I'd jumped to the conclusion that Ely was a young gay man. Instead, she was definitely a woman and a beautiful one at that. How the hell she hid her figure on the way down the dock, I'll never know. After changing her clothes, she was stunning. She prattled on all through the meal, and I must have said about ten or twenty words, all the time staring at her. Finally after we had eaten and washed up the dishes, she quietly took off her sweater and skirt, telling me that she was tired of having me undress her with my eyes and I might as well see the real thing. I certainly wasn't about to argue because she was decidedly easy on the eyes. To make a long story short, she ended up seducing me. I did resist that night and for a few more, but eventually she got me to take her to bed. "
"She was that bold?"
"Oh, Ely would beard a lion in its den. I guess she had read the 'Pinkerton' report that her father got on me and had already decided she was going to seduce me." Karl chuckled. "Inside of a week or two, she got me into bed with her and we each made sure that the other was thoroughly satisfied. Actually for about the last two weeks, I think both of us lost weight, but then we'd work our butts off during the day and screw them off every night."
"I thought you had told George you'd only be a couple of weeks?" Linda broke in.
"We would have been, but we ran into problems. After we got together, Ely and I both found the captain's cabin too small and too cramped, but when we tried to modify it, we found some rot, so a lot of the wood had to be ripped out and replaced. Anyway, by the time we left the dock and sailed to George's island, we were heavily involved, which was what Ely had been after in the first place. It seems that she'd decided I was just the guy to relieve her boredom and change her bedroom habits. What did take me by surprise was that it wasn't long after we reached the island that she told me that she expected her sister to share my bed as well."
"Was she pretty, the sister I mean?" Linda asked. "Or was it a case of the ugly sister?"
"Oh, Keri was and is a doll. You have to understand, George is a rogue. He has money and he flaunts it. At one time he had both a nurse and a housekeeper and was taking them both to bed. He got both of them pregnant within a couple of months of each other and the two daughters were born and raised almost as twins, sharing everything, with their mothers sharing a man. So to them, sharing me was no problem, I mean there wasn't much George could say when they decided to share their time in bed with me, I was the one who had difficulties with the idea."
"I'm not surprised that you had problems, although I guess for some guys it would be a dream situation." She giggled. "Actually, though, I am slightly surprised that they seemed to want one guy between them, that's unusual for young women."
"I didn't understand it then and I don't now." Karl sighed. "And now I've complicated my life even more."
"Do you mean me?" Linda asked quietly.
"Who else?"
"Well, I did say no strings." She whispered.
"Unh huh, but did you mean it?"
"I'll let you know in a day or two." She laughed softly
He laughed and couldn't think of any response that didn't sound silly, so he kissed and hugged her, wrapping his arms tightly around her soft body. She kissed and hugged him back, just as tightly and they held the embrace for a moment or two. After their lips separated, she cuddled tightly in his arms, her head tucked under his chin.
She sighed. "I do like someone's hands on my body."
"Marvellous." He chuckled, his fingers gently teasing a rapidly hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Are you trying to get me wound up again?" She laughed softly.
"Not really." He said softly, spreading his fingers to cup her whole breast. "First, I think you should tell me about your life. I've told you about mine."
"Okay." She smiled. "But it's nowhere as interesting as your story."
"That's quite all right. I just want to know a little about you."
"Well, my marriage was quite different. I work as a physical therapist at the municipal hospital and Jim worked there as an electrician. We had a little house we were renting and we were planning on waiting to have kids until we were a little better established. We scrimped and saved on everything, building up a nest egg to buy a place of our own. We'd been married for six years when Jim got into an accident on his way to work. He almost always used a small motorcycle to go to work because we worked different shifts and he left the car for me. One day he hit a patch of gravel that a dump truck had lost and skidded into oncoming traffic." She sighed softly as she paused for a few seconds.
"I am sorry." Karl said quietly.
"Oh, don't be sorry. " She said softly. "He never regained consciousness, even though the hospital kept him on life support for two days. The police think he was speeding and I know he loved to go fast on that damn motorcycle. I like to think of the good times we had. He taught me a lot about enjoying life and I still see his folks once in a while. We keep in contact. They still regard me as one of their family. I think they'd like you. They sure didn't like my last lover."
"Oh, why was that?"
"Well, first off, she was a woman and secondly she talked me into buying a boat, then ran off with a waitress, leaving me with what they considered to be a millstone around my neck. Luckily, I found I liked living on boats and I traded that one in a couple of months ago on the one that got wrecked. I only took possession of the wreck you saw a little over a week ago. If it hadn't been for the boat being new, I wouldn't have been there for you to rescue. Heck if it hadn't been for my former lover, I wouldn't have had a boat at all."
"I guess I owe her a thank you for that." He chuckled, squeezing her hand in his. "But I doubt if I'd like her if she's the kind to leave you for a waitress."
"Teddi wasn't so bad, at least she didn't beat me or rip me off." She sighed softly. "I'd had other lovers as well. After Jim died, it was over a year before I went out again, but the first guy I went out with was a real stinker. He started out being okay, then he got rougher and rougher with me until I had to get a court order to keep him away."
"It was after that I met Amelia. She was my first woman lover, but it started off as her being my roommate in my house. One night we'd had a bottle of wine between us after supper and I was having a bath when she joined me in the tub. She seduced me. It started out quite innocently with her washing my back, but it ended up with both of us in my bed." She looked at him appraisingly, and when he didn't respond, she asked bluntly. "Are you offended, or just not curious?"
"Pardon?"
"Well, I. . . ." She laughed rather apologetically, then started over. "I just thought you'd ask questions. I suppose I thought you'd be interested in two women having sex. I sure was. I wanted to see what a woman was like in bed, I was in just the right mood and she offered so . . ."
"Okay." Karl grinned. "I am curious, but I suppose that women make love the same way as men, they just don't have a penis."
"Amelia made up for that quite easily. She had exceptionally skilled hands. The problem was she wasn't very honest. She didn't tell me she was married or that she had bills all over the place. When she took off, she emptied one of my bank accounts and took my tv and stereo with her."
"Oh, really nice gal." Karl said quietly. "I had a girlfriend something like that once, but all my money was tied up so she couldn't get to it."
"Have you had many girlfriends since you got divorced?"
"I haven't really needed to." He chuckled. "I'd only been separated about a year when I met Ely and Keri. My divorce wasn't finalised until later. Before them, I'd only really been with one woman and she was the bitch I was referring to. Of course before I was married, when I was a kid, I had several girlfriends but they were more innocent and so was I."
"Okay, I'm curious, how do the three of you handle this marriage or relationship or whatever it is that you have?"
"It's complicated." Karl shook his head. "I'm not sure that I even understand it."
"Well, lets break it down. Now the first one you mentioned was Ely, I believe. What's your relationship with her, is she your girlfriend or your mistress or what?"
"I'm not sure if you could actually call her a girlfriend or a mistress either, she's more of a sometime lover." He laughed. " She calls our relationship an 'off'."
"An 'off', what's that?"
"It's an acronym for occasional friendly fuck." He grinned widely.
"Well, she has a sense of humour anyway. Tell me about her."
"Yeah, she's got a sense of humour, but she's also a damn determined woman." He sighed and sat back, almost distancing himself from her even while they were in bed.
His face assumed a strange concerned look that brought a twinge of worry to Linda's heart.
"What is it Karl?" She whispered, reaching out one hand to touch his.
"Well, it's complicated." He sighed again. "For a while we lived together, I guess you could say we had a common law marriage."
"Unh huh, I'd already assumed that." Linda said quietly, trying to smile. "Do you still love her?"
"That's the complicated part, we both love each other and there's no way we can really separate our lives, but we don't live together anymore." He shook his head and frowned. "Hell, she spends most of her time in the big city and I spend most of mine on an isolated island, we only see each other about two or three months of the year."
He paused and looked into her eyes, Linda waited, in her heart she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"You should know, she's the mother of my son." He said slowly.
"I thought you said you were sterile?" Linda whispered.
"Well, I am, practically." Karl said quietly. "Ely just wouldn't accept that though. When she found out that I wanted kids, first off, she made sure we made love at least twice a day, almost every day for six months. When that didn't get her pregnant, she got me to fly with her to Rochester, Minnesota and she was artificially inseminated with my sperm after they'd concentrated it somehow."
"Was that the Mayo Clinic? You must have money to burn, flying to Rochester for medical treatments. I understand that any treatment there is expensive."
"Oh, I didn't pay for that. George did. He's her father."
"So she got pregnant then?" Linda smiled softly.
"Actually, no, she didn't. " He shook his head and chuckled sardonically. "We spent darn near a whole month down there while they did tests, then concentrated my sperm and she got squirted with it on what was supposed to be her best day of the month. Then they made us stick around for another few days and sent us home. After we came back, we had to wait for three weeks and then she went for a test in Seattle. She was on the flight to see the doctor when her period started. She was so mad that she had the pilot turn the chopper around and bring her home. Then she got in touch with all the doctors who'd had anything to do with assuring her that she'd get pregnant and she ranted and raved for a week."
"So how did she get pregnant?"
"Well, her father writes and she was driving him nuts, so he asked me to take her on a cruise on the boat. Since I'd just finished working on the project I was doing and since I wanted to go see some friends anyway, I convinced her to come along. We were gone for four months. One of the places we went to was Vancouver and she took me to see a Chinese herbalist there. He gave us some stuff to put in our food that she still swears did the job. To make a long story short, when we came back from the cruise, she was pregnant."
Linda broke into delighted laughter, while Karl grinned.
"Yeah, I know." He chuckled. "Modern science struck out and homeopathy hit a home run."
"Ha, I'll bet it was attitude, even more than old-fashioned medicines." She smiled and stretched. "The two of you just relaxed and had fun instead of trying so hard. That happened to some friends of mine, they tried and tried for years, then just when they gave up and decided to adopt, she got pregnant."
"Well, at that rate, maybe you should be taking birth control pills." Karl smiled back. "I don't know about you, but I was extremely relaxed while we were making love."
"And you with a part time common law wife or two, what would they say if you showed up along with me and I was pregnant?" Linda laughed softly.
"Well, since Ely's had training as a nurse, the first thing she'd want to do is to check you over, then she'd start to worry about complications. I think I told you I live out on an isolated island and there's no doctor at hand."
"I was referring to jealousy, you ass." Linda snapped back. "When we meet them, it's going to be enough of a problem with me being with you, let alone if I were pregnant. As it is, I feel like an idiot, I'm playing around with a man who's in a plural marriage already. I suppose you have women tucked away in every little harbour you go to?"
"No, I don't." Karl said vehemently. "If you remember, you were the one who seduced me and you should know that Ely seems to need her job more than she needs me. I doubt if either one of them would be jealous of you. As for Keri, well, she just likes sex. She made it quite plain from the first that to her going to bed was for fun and exercise, not a claim of ownership."
"Do you two 'exercise' often?" Linda laughed softly.
"Umm, actually probably more often than I 'exercise' with Ely, come to think of it, but I think that's proximity more than proclivity. Ely has been spending a lot of time away from the island and Keri has spent a fair bit of time with me."
"And she's never gotten pregnant?"
"Nope, but then I don't think she ever really tried either, in fact for all I know she may have taken some sort of preventative measures." He frowned slightly as he studied her face. "Is getting pregnant that much of a worry for you?"
"Mm hmm." She snuggled against him. "But since you'd really like to have kids, I'm thinking about volunteering as a momma."
Then she laughed and shook her head, while he got a slightly deeper frown on his forehead.
"I don't believe I said that." Linda giggled. "And you needn't worry, I'm not about to horn in on your relationship with either one of your other women. I'll just stick around for the times when neither of them are there. I'm not in a hurry or anything."
Karl reached out and swept her back down against him.
"Neither one of them are here right now." He laughed softly, then kissed her breasts one after the other as he shifted her body above his.
"Are you suggesting that I should lay back and spread my legs?" She giggled.
"No, I think I'd like you to show me what you want." He grinned. "You did say before that you were willing."
"Willing and eager." She laughed in delight as she shifted to straddle him, sitting up.
His hands lifted to her breasts and she sighed as she ground her body back and down against him.
"I'm going to have to remember that talking about other lovers makes you horny." She said quietly.
Then both of them were far too involved to speak for several moments. Afterward she collapsed forward, then rolled to one side, and cuddled against him.
He dozed off, holding her gently, feeling reassured by her soft warmth. It was only moments before she joined him in sleep.
Linda awakened to soft snores, her body tightening in wariness, momentarily uncertain where she was, then she sighed and relaxed, remembering yesterday and last night. She was laying in bed with Karl, the man who had rescued her from the terror and fear of being alone in a ruined landscape left by the tsunami and earthquake. Karl, who had gently made love to her last night when she had practically demanded it of him. Karl, who had seemed to know just what she wanted, without her asking him and had brought her to a state of pure lust. Karl, who had then fulfilled her desires. Hell, he'd taken her beyond her desires into her dreams. Karl, who had held her tenderly afterward until she fell asleep in his arms.
She liked him, actually she liked him a lot, maybe even loved him already. Well, perhaps what she felt wasn't love, maybe it was a little too soon for that, but it certainly was gratitude and there were worse reasons for trying to make a man happy. She felt that if he were as kind and as wonderful to her as he had been so far, it wouldn't be long before she did love him.
"Karl is going to be happy that he rescued me." She declared to herself. "Damn happy, I'll make sure of that."
She smiled softly, stretched, and then snuggled herself back against his bare skin. He was lying on his side and she could feel the hair of his chest on her shoulder. She lifted a hand to caress his chest, smiling at the feel of the soft hair under her fingers. She liked his hairy chest, and she liked his strong arms. One of them draped possessively across her chest, his hand cupping her right breast making her feel wanted, even needed. She liked to feel needed, besides, she admitted to herself, she was a woman who needed to be physically loved and she liked being held.
"Oh, admit it to yourself, you're a mink, you're practically a nympho, you don't just like sex, you need sex." She thought, then argued with herself. "I'm not a nymphomaniac. I've done without lots of times. Last night I was just happy that he'd found me and I needed the release, so did he."
Then she felt the doubt come into her mind. "Yeah and after a calamity like this one, there aren't going to be very many men around, so you're grabbing the first one you can, no matter if he is involved."
"No." She rationalized. "I will admit I like sex and having a lover, but I'm not totally stupid about it. Karl has already proved that he's kind and caring, besides he needed a woman last night, just as badly as I needed a lover. Besides his women . . . well, his women sound like they share him, maybe there's room for one more woman in his life."
"Mmmmm." She sighed softly to herself and admitted that Karl had felt wonderful last night, she'd been loved so gently then so thoroughly. Most important, he'd held her afterward, just relaxing and talking, not like some men who would roll over and fall asleep almost instantly. She had fallen asleep in his arms, in fact one of his arms still held her gently across her breasts.
"You'd forgotten how a man felt, hadn't you, bitch?" She pressed herself against his tightly muscled chest as her face contorted in thought."Damn it yes, I had, and I do like a beard."
Her hand lifted slowly, almost moving on its own, to stroke a strand of hair from his cheek as she leaned her head back far enough to focus on his face. Her finger stroked absently across his cheek, feeling the soft 'salt and pepper' curls of his beard, then the stiff stubble on his neck where he had recently shaved. She slipped her hand back beneath the covers, tucking them back up onto his shoulder where they had slid them downward. Her hand rested lightly against the skin of his shoulder, then slipped slowly down to rest between their bodies, her fingers in the curls of hair on his chest.
"Now that's one thing you can't do with a woman lover, and I do love running my fingers through my lovers hair." She giggled softly to herself. "Of course there's always pussy hair, and playing with someone else's tits can be fun too. He did mention those sisters, I wonder if he'd share and if they will too."
She found herself almost giggling aloud now. She shifted so she could see his face better. Sleep relaxed his weathered skin, softening the hard wrinkles of age and weather. One glance told her he had spent a lot of time outside, his skin was darkened to a soft tan, even this early in the spring.
"I wonder just how old he is?" She questioned momentarily, then chuckled softly to herself.
"Who cares how old he is?" She thought. "I'm not going to, he seems to be fit as a fiddle. Besides, he's a survivor and he rescued me from really dire straits, if I can repay him just for that with sex, so be it. He's so gentle though, I might have to teach him to be a little rougher, sometimes I need raw energetic sex, not gentle loving."
She chuckled to herself, trying to imagine Karl in abandoned sex, but couldn't somehow. He didn't seem like the type.
"Yeah, and what type do you think he is, huh? A user, like your last lover or maybe he likes hitting people like some of the lovers you've had since you lost Jim?" She frowned momentarily.
That was one of the reasons she had shied away from men and gotten into a relationship with a woman.
"And she taught you even women aren't always so damn nice, didn't she? Damn controlling bitch, she made life miserable for a while." She sighed softly, then she chuckled. "Of course she also was the reason you moved onto a boat. If it hadn't have been for her, you'd have been living in a house and the earthquake would have probably killed you, if the tsunami didn't. If it hadn't been for her, you wouldn't have been there for Karl to rescue."
She moved an arm slowly running it up and down his hairy chest, then pressed tightly against his body, savouring the end of her loneliness.
"I wonder if he's going to sleep much longer. " She mused.
Then she felt his body shift slightly, saw his eyes flutter under closed eyelids, and knew he was going to awaken. She pressed her body tightly against his, relishing the feeling of his growing hardness against her hip as he awakened, thankful that like most men, he grew engorged as he awakened. She felt his hardness grow and slipped her hand down to touch it, hoping that he liked sex in the mornings as much as she did.
"I think I should encourage him a bit." She thought to herself.
She found herself almost giggling as she shifted her hand gently, allowing her fingers to softly caress the hardening shaft. She felt it harden and grow, felt the knob fit to the cup of her palm, gently stroked the shaft with one fingertip, allowing the muscles of her palm to tease the soft, round, tight, skin of that knob. Her body tightened in anticipation, her breathing becoming deep and rhythmic. She could feel the moistness of her own arousal, the warmth of her desire.
"Oh please, Karl." She whispered to herself. "I hope you like to wake up to an oversexed woman and then I dearly hope you'd like to make her happy."
She watched his eyes flutter and then open to stare into hers. She felt his body tense as he took an instant or two to realise that he wasn't awakening alone, then she watched his eyes change, becoming tender and loving as he smiled at her. His body relaxed and his arms shifted to wrap around her body, pulling her tightly against him.
"Hi sexy." She chuckled softly.
"Um hmm." He murmured.
Then he surprised her as his lips found hers and his hands slipped around her body to caress her gently.
"OH Yes." She rejoiced to herself as she kissed him back. "He wants me."
His lips were soft and yet demanding. She felt his tongue seek hers and she teased him with hers. She felt his hand move to cup her breast as his other arm slid under her and tightened around her body. She sighed to herself, glad he didn't have halitosis and hoping her breath was sweet to him as well, then she quit worrying. Nothing mattered but their desires. She slid one hand to his back, shifted to accommodate him as he lifted himself and pressed her back to cover her body. Her other hand still touched his arousal, She guided it, gently easing back his foreskin and teasing the warm firm swelling it had covered, just grazing it slightly with her fingertips. She lifted herself against that swelling, and as it eased inside her, she pulled her hand from between them.
She felt his hardness press into her, felt it open her, enter her. Then it pulled back, tantalising her, touching the point of her desire, but not penetrating, she broke the kiss, moaning in desire.
"Oh, don't stop." She demanded, her hips lifting in her desire for him.
"Are you sure?" He grinned. "I don't want to force you if you don't want me."
"I want you. I want you." She moaned and then had to laugh at her own whining voice despite her frustration.
"I'm glad the feeling is mutual." He chuckled.
Then he pressed himself just inside her, slowly, gently slipping into her warm softness but holding himself back so that only the knob on the end of his penis was inside her.
"Oh don't tease me. I love morning sex." She growled, raking her hands across his hips as she sought to force him deeper.
"So do I, baby." He murmured softly, pressing slightly further
"I want it all the way and I want it hard." She said through gritted teeth.
His only answer was to press his hips against her. In one slow, steady thrust, he penetrated her, his solid massive hardness sliding so easily, so deeply, filling her full. She moaned, relishing the feeling of being penetrated, filled, stretched, and possessed.
"Is that better?" He managed to gasp as he paused.
"Oh fuck. Don't stop." She growled and lifted her pelvis to urge him on.
His body began to surge above her. She moaned in release, moving with him, helping him. In seconds they were embroiled by desire, no gentleness in either one, just a hunger for satisfaction of their mutual lust. She lifted to meet his heaving thrusts, relishing every instant of their union. Their bodies moved into a fervour of craving for appeasement. She found herself arching her back and shouting in pleasure, then gasping in enjoyment, her chest aching, her groin still alight with liquid yearnings.
Her body heaved to meet him, to help him, to satisfy him. She moaned as she felt another pinnacle rush upon her and screamed in delight as she felt him drive against her in his rushing, gushing, delightful fulfilment. His voice joined hers in that fleeting moment of satisfaction, he bellowed in release as she wailed in pleasure. Their motion slowed and their heaving bodies relaxed.
She collapsed, marvellously satisfied, her breathing matching his as they lay panting in momentary exhaustion. She grasped him as he tried to roll to the side.
"Unh uh." She grunted, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his back, grinning up at his face as it hung above her, beaded with perspiration.
He laughed down at her, then his lips found hers and his hand again cupped her right breast. The kiss only lasted an instant but it thrilled her to her toes and she giggled with glee even as she panted in an attempt to draw oxygen back into her body.
His eyes sparkled in delight, his breathing as rapid and as hard as hers. She moaned again, as his finger tips played softly with her nipple.
"Go easy." She demanded. "You'll get me . . . all excited . . . again."
She giggled, lifting a hand to cover his and slow the teasing fingers.
"I thought . . . that was . . . the whole idea." He panted with a grin, his hand lifting against hers and his fingers dancing against her flesh.
She giggled and squirmed, then her arms went around his shoulders and she crushed his hand between their bodies as her lips sought his. They kissed, then played and cuddled for several minutes. She lifted her legs again and then tightened them over his hips, clamping his pelvis tightly to her own, softly rocking against him and broke the kiss with a giggle as he slipped out.
"See." She laughed aloud. "You need a break to get a little lead back in that pencil."
"It made you happy, didn't it?" He grinned.
"Unh huh." She laughed.
"And you don't mind a fat old man laying on your belly?"
"Not a bit, besides, you aren't fat at all and you certainly aren't old, at least not old enough to slow down any. That was wonderful." She chuckled. "Was I okay? I wanted to make you happy."
"No, I don't think you could ever be just okay." He grinned as he paused, then continued. "You were wonderful and you made me very, very happy. Thank you."
"Oh I am glad." She giggled.
He smiled as his lips slowly came toward hers and she knew he was intentionally tantalising her. She held herself still, waiting the instant it took for his lips to touch hers, but the hearty kiss she anticipated wasn't to be. His lips were only there an instant, just long enough to brush across hers gently.
"Ohhhhh." She sighed as he lifted his head again.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I have to get up and find the head, or I'm liable to have an accident."
"Oh." She giggled, sliding her feet from behind his back, releasing his body and letting him rise from her.
"Don't be too long." She called to his receding back as he slipped away. "Now that you've reminded me, I need to pee too "
She rolled from the bunk and stretched in satisfaction, grinning widely. She felt wonderful. She peeked out the porthole and her smile turned to a glare of annoyance. The rain was sifting down through a thick fog. She heard Karl come back into the cabin. She could almost feel his eyes studying her. She felt the tingling of desire pass through her, felt her body tense, wanting him to want her. She turned to look into his eyes, felt a surge of satisfaction as she saw the desire for her body in them, delighted that she pleased him.
"One encouraging word and we'd be back in bed." She thought briefly, then changed her thought. "Later babe, I need the can, badly."
"Well, it certainly isn't very nice out there." She said quietly, retreating to a safe subject.
"Yeah." He said quietly as he wrapped his arms around her gently. "Would you mind if we didn't try to get your stuff from up the hill in this? I'm afraid we might get hurt in the wet or maybe lost in the fog. The trip is going to be bad enough in bright sunlight."
"I agree, I'd be scared we couldn't even find the boat again in this fog." She sighed softly, snuggling against his chest.
"Oh, I've got a fog horn that I could leave set on automatic so we could find our way back. I'm just not sure I could find the shore without getting us trapped in debris and then with fresh rainfall, the mud and debris are going to be dangerous. We can't afford to be careless."
"We don't have to go get the rest of my stuff. There's nothing important there. We're safe and I'd rather . . ." She said quietly.
"Unh uh, woman." He growled, interrupting her. "We are going to stick around and salvage as much as we can. I was thinking last night, there might be a lot more useable salvage laying around and we'd better try to put some of it under cover if we can. There aren't going to be a lot of stores up and running for a while and I don't know about you, but I'm not sure if my bank records survived, so that salvage is going to have to be our security at least temporarily."
She turned and stared up at him in consternation, a shiver of fear running down her spine.
"I never even thought . . ." She sighed. "Oh my! We are on our own, aren't we?"
"Yeah." He grunted releasing her from his arms. "And right now I want a coffee and I need to turn on that fog horn, just in case there is another boat out cruising in this weather."
He reached for his clothes and she watched him dress for a few seconds.
"You start the coffee, I'll hit the can and then cook us something to eat." She said quietly, moving around him to find the head.
He reached out and brushed his fingers across her hip, softly patting her bottom lightly as she passed him. She smiled to herself, knowing he wanted her again, but she kept moving. It would be great to have him make love to her slowly and gently, but they had things that had to be done first.