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The captain had dropped anchor far out to sea. I came up on deck to see no land, no nothing in sight. We were definitely in international waters. The sun beat down on the yacht as we had lunch on the top deck. It was wide, floored with immaculate wooden slats, and featured a dozen or so sun loungers, four tables with huge parasols shading them, a long banquet table that we ate around, and a huge hot tub at the back, next to the outside stairs.
Tara was working, serving salmon mousse and lobster tails with a quinoa, mango, and truffle oil salad, while Michelle, the red-headed chief stewardess, kept us topped up with white wine and champagne for the ladies, plus beer, bourbon, and scotch for the gentlemen. I gathered that Suzy, the other steward about Tara’s age, was taking her lunch break in the galley right then, so she would be able to look after us later when the other stewards were off duty.
Tara was polite, courteous, and very professional. She laughed and joked as she worked, flattering the other guests with a practiced ease while still remaining detached. I just wanted her to engage with me a little. I wanted to find something I didn’t like about her so, maybe, I might be able to stop obsessing and screw my girlfriend. She gave me nothing, though. Her manner toward me was perfect, her smile was perfect. She was perfect. I’d never believed in love at first sight. Still didn’t. But I wanted this girl, and I couldn’t explain why.
Over lunch, to keep the conversation going, I tried to learn a little about the ladies my friends had brought along. Jay Money and his girls sat together. Jessica, the thin blonde, turned out to be from Santa Monica, and the voluptuous, African-American Coco, was from Long Beach. The two girls never sat together, I noticed. They always kept Jay between them. I found myself wondering if they had sex that way too, then stopped as Jay’s big butt came back into my mind.
I was next to Jessica, with Mia beside me who, unlike Jay’s girls, had felt it decent to throw her wrap back on to cover her skimpy bikini for the meal. Jessica’s sky-blue bikini top and thong were tiny but, although she was well-formed, her slim figure almost disappeared next to Coco’s outrageously fantastic, porn-star build. Her purple thong disappeared completely between her full, firm butt cheeks and the tiny twin triangles up top were not even large enough to hide her nipples, allowing tantalizing edges of dark-skinned areola to clearly peek out. Tara and Michelle even kept staring, like they’d never seen anyone like her in real life. It was probably a good thing that the male crew members were all currently working below or preparing the water toys, otherwise they were likely to have embarrassed themselves.
Across from Jay sat Mick and, like a gentleman, he was managing to not stare at Coco’s generous breasts. Not too much, at least. His fashion model girlfriend, Antonia, was from Italy, and sat beside him in her big sunglasses, her slim and toned body also tastefully covered by a dark-green wrap. She kept her hand on Mick’s knee, except for the times when she thought the stewards weren’t looking, then she would run her hand up his inner thigh and smile at his sudden gasps of surprise.
Next to her was George, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts like the other guys, who laughed along with us but was totally failing to make the young and very pretty Valentina feel like one of the gang. She pouted and played with her food. I hoped she would get into the spirit of the voyage soon. I knew George was asking for trouble bringing her but I still wanted him to have a good time.
After lunch, we took to the sea on the ship’s Waverunners, fast and powerful jet bikes that would tear across the water, sending great plumes of spray high into the air. All, except Mick, who indicated that messing around with toys like those was not much fun after racing wheel-to-wheel with the best in the world at over 200mph. He drank cocktails in the Jacuzzi while Antonia sunbathed.
There was no way of avoiding it, though. At some point, the crewmen had to be on deck while the girls were soaking up the sun. The two guy deckhands, and even the bosun, all found themselves tripping over their own feet as Coco and Mia lay topless on the sundeck, their full, round breasts pointing proudly up to the sky even without support. As George, Jay and Jessica thrashed around on the Waverunners, Valentina, deciding she didn’t need a bathing suit at all, simply cast off her t-shirt and Daisy-Duke denim, to lay down naked next to the other two girls, who applauded her bravery and complimented her on her hot body. Captain Samson, up in his wheelhouse, carefully kept his gaze far out to sea, along the horizon.