Daniel moves to me so quickly, I barely have enough time to brace myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he kisses me. I just wasn’t prepared.
As soon as I start to respond to him, he pulls me onto his lap. Of course, I go willingly.
Straddling his lap, I can feel every inch of him. God, he is hard as a rock, and from what I can tell, well, let’s just say Daniel is hung like a horse.
I don’t know why I feel so bold, but I start to grind myself against his cock, and it hits me in just the right spot. This is the friction I need. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me close to his chest.
His mouth moves to my ear. “I want you so much, Nicole. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come right here.”
As soon as he says it, my own orgasm slams into me. I bury my face into his neck as I let go.
When my body starts to come down, Daniel stops moving against me. Suddenly, I’m mortified.
“Oh God, I can’t believe I just dry humped you,” I say as I jump off his lap.
Daniel laughs but grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. “I wouldn’t call that dry humping, babe. I could feel your wetness through both of our clothes.”
If I could crawl under a rock right now, I would. Jumping off the boat is out of the question because I’m afraid of things that bite and sting.
Daniel grabs my face and looks down at me. “Please don’t be embarrassed. Helping you find pleasure makes me happy, Nicole. All I want to do is make you happy.” He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me,” I say as I lay my head against his chest. He is so much taller than I am, and his chest is broad and firm. I could stay like this forever. There it is. That’s the problem. I’m falling hard and fast for Daniel.
We stand in the boat, hugging for a few minutes, while several boats go past us. The Lucy Ann starts to rock a little. This is the first time I’ve really felt it move. I have to say I don’t like it.
It’s not like we're going to tip over, but it makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I pull away from Daniel just a bit.
“Everything OK, Nicole?”
I lie. “Yep, I’m fine.”
Keep your mouth shut and your food in your stomach, I tell myself.
“OK, I think this is a good spot to throw our lines in,” he says. At least that’s what I think he says. I’m trying to concentrate on not getting sick. I mean, how embarrassing would that be? First date, and I puke all over his boat?
“OK,” I manage to squeak out.
Daniel opens what he calls the bait tank. He explains that this is where he keeps the live bait that we are going to use to catch bigger fish.
“Let’s get you set up. Do you want me to bait your hook for you, or do you want to do it?” he says as he holds a squirming fish in his hands.
Just as he asks me, two more boats go by and ours starts to roll again. I’ve heard if you focus on the horizon; it helps you avoid seasickness.
“Nicole?”
Oh fuck, I can’t hold it in anymore. I push Daniel out of the way and run to the side of the boat. I barely make it as I lose my lunch. To say that I vomit all the way from my toes would be an understatement.
Maybe Daniel didn’t notice.
“Oh shit. Nicole, are you OK?” Daniel asks as he races to my side.
I do my best to turn my head away so he can’t see me like this. Putting my hand out so he doesn’t come any closer, I say, “I’m OK. I just need a drink of water.”
While I’m hanging my head over the side of the boat in shame, I hear Daniel fumbling around in the cooler. I hope he hurries. I need to get this funk out of my mouth.
“Here, Nicole. I always bring ginger ale in case someone gets sick. Take some small sips. It should help.”
Still not wanting him to see my face, I simply thank him and hold my hand out to the side. “Thank you,” I say, not wanting to open my mouth too much.
“You should’ve told me you weren’t feeling well. I wouldn’t have stopped the boat.”
“I was OK until those boats went by.”
“Nicole, come lay down next to me, and I’ll get us to shore quickly.”
Daniel takes off his shirt and folds it into a pillow and places it on the seat for me.
Looking over at him, he has his hand stretched out to me. I know I’m sick, but I can’t help but appreciate the view.
Moving gingerly, I place my hand in his and let him guide me so I can lay down.
“I’m so sorry I ruined our day,” I say as I curl up next to Daniel.
He runs his hand through my hair, and it soothes me. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m the one who should’ve insisted that you take some medicine before we went out.”
“Drink another sip of the ginger ale. I don’t want you to get dehydrated from the heat and sickness.”
“OK,” I say as I take a small sip.
Daniel starts the boat up. I’m counting down the minutes until I can get onto dry land.