Amor No Barco

Author's notes: Curent word count 2997 without titles, note and formating. This Is contest entry for 'Sensual Moments' round 12. I used my continuing saga of Lori, Jake, Jeff and now a new character has jointed the mix all to end up of this rounds Prompt something on a "Boat"

"Amor no barco ... Love on a boat"

Jake bounced in without hesitation. I pointed to the phone pressed to my ear, and held up a finger signaling him to be patient.

He whispered, "No rush, I just have a quick question."

"I have no time for bullshit ... No, not you Tom, Jake is here trying to distract me. But look, I already told you what I think of the idea. I don't like it ... maybe I did mean bullshit. She is not just a new author. She's a mother of two. What happens when she goes to the PTA meetings?"

I tried to concentrate on my call, but Jake was doing his usual. I sensed him undressing me with his eyes, pulling the pins from my hair, tossing my glasses aside. When his gaze settled on the top of my blouse, there was no mistaking what I was reading in his mind.

"Okay... I got it, Tom; I will have her there on the 17th and yes, I'll make sure she looks the part of a worldly woman, but you remember just because her book takes place in the seventies doesn't mean her ass should be hanging out of a miniskirt. Mark my words, you screw up her reputation, and there'll be hell to pay!"

Jake leaned over to look at my notes. "What was all that about?"

"Oh, it's just Tom over at St. Martin's. He has some crazy idea that I need to dress TC up like some sex kitten at her book signing next month."

"Sinful Angels is hot, TC's writing is going to make us all a lot of money."

"Not you too, I thought rising above the normal BS was why you and Susan started this agency."

"Yes, and keeping our toes on that line is why she chose you to ..."

"Stop there, no one can replace her." Jake moved in behind me, leaned over my shoulder, and began kissing my neck.

"Can't a fellow just come by and say hi to his gorgeous wife?"

"Oh crap, you want something, and it must be significant, else you wouldn't be so melodramatic."

He massaged my shoulders as I tried to pretend he was not there. He said, "I just got off the phone with Jeff; he wants us to spend the weekend on his boat. Maybe take a short hop over to the Bahamas."

Leaning back, I looked straight up into the face standing over me; Christ, he looks like a little boy asking his mother if he can keep the puppy he just found.

I turned to face Jake, and let my hand run up his inner thigh until I felt his stiffening cock. "I can see this means a lot to you. So, what do you have planned, for the three of us to do all weekend?" Oh, lord help me, has he decided to try the threesome we play talked about.

He read my face. "It's not like that, and there will actually be four of us, Jeff is bringing a date to. He's invited us before, and we said no."

My sigh fell out in an involuntary exhale. "All right, it would be nice to spend a day or two in the sun. When do we leave?"

"This afternoon; flight to Lauderdale leaves at 3:10."

"Jake! It's only Thursday, I have stuff scheduled for tomorrow."

"Pack? We're going on a boat, and perhaps an afternoon doing some shopping in Nassau. You need a pair of sandals, a pair of shorts, a tank top, a bathing suit, and maybe a floppy straw hat, that's it. We can stop at the house on the way to the airport."

"Oh you don't know anything about us women; we can't leave for an overnight at a nudist camp without three over-stuffed suitcases." I could taste the pleading in his eyes, his hunger. I let my mouth settle on his crotch, and I bit at him through his pants.

I nipped at him again playfully. "Okay, but I am going home now. I want give Marcie a heads-up and make sure mother can come over and watch Susie. I'll pack your toothbrush and loincloth Tarzan."

***

It's a 58-minute flight from Tampa to Ft. Lauderdale and Jake had booked first-class seats. Once we were settled, I took out a manuscript and began to read.

"What the hell is this?" said Jake "We are supposed to be sneaking off for a weekend get-a-way, and you brought work with you?"

"I called Jeff from the house, he said it was okay to bring some work because that's part of his weekend plan. I guess we are supposed to be helping him with his date's manuscript. Jake, so help me, if this is just a scam. So Jeff can get into some new bimbo's pants, I am going to be pissed at both of you."

"Both of us? What'd I do?"

I'll be pissed at Jeff for pulling me away from work that I promised to do. And you for going along with him. Beside we're on a plane what else are you supposed to do but read?"

Jake pushed up the armrest between our seats and slipped tight against me. He pushed my hips with his butt until I was pressing against the bulkhead. He nestled his mouth next to my ear, and he slipped his hand under the manuscript in my lap and straight up my skirt.

He whispered, "I don't know, maybe I could tell you a story about a woman who was afraid of flying. So her therapist taught her a psychic substitution method."

I could not see my face, but the skin on my arms turned red as the seats we were sitting on, I could not imagine what the rest of me looked like.

"Jake we're on an airplane surrounded by people. What the hell do you think you are doing?" My voice was saying no ... stop .... don't. But much to my surprise, the rest us me seemed to be saying something else. The endorphins shot through my brain the same as a drug addict's rush from a hot shot of heroin.

I looked around, but saw nobody looking our way. Everyone seemed intent on his or her own little worlds. The flight attendants were sitting in the service area with the first row of seats between us and them. Okay, they told us they were not doing any beverage service on this leg of the flight, safe there.

Jake twisted sideways in his seat, his back shielding his hand. I tried clamping my legs together. I willed them to move, but they rebelled, and disobeyed. In fact, my right leg slid over to the wall as if it were being controlled by someone other than me, it made even more room for those naughty fingers crawling up between my thighs.

He completely ignored my whispered pleas for decorum. Jake's hand reached the thin scant garment that barred his way. It offered no resistance as he pushed it aside. He whispered in my ear.

"This young woman was so afraid of flying that the only way to make it through the ordeal was for her to imagine herself having sex. Not just any sex, no she made love to every man on the plane. There were no names, no talking allowed, and no questions, no answers, not one phone number exchanged, just wild uncontrolled, red hot zipper-less fucking."

Jakes tongue slowly and softly traced the edges of my ear. He pushed the tip of a finger inside me and touched his thumb onto that little nib just above, at my go switch. He called it that because if anyone ever got a finger, tongue, or small vibrating toy near it; everything else, was pretty much, a go.

His thumb stroked up and down the soft folds surrounding my clit. My heart was beating at least a hundred and fifty beats a minute. Sweat formed on my upper lip. I started to reach for his hand but didn't know how to grab it without bringing attention to us. This is crazy we are going to be caught. They will throw us off the plane and never let us fly again. That's what was racing through my good girl brain. But the other side that alter ego side, molded by Susan. It was screaming; Yes, yes ... do it right here, right now, in front of everyone. That's what makes life worth living.

Jake nibbled at my ear lobe and whispered some more, "On one of her flights they hit a storm so rough that she had to sit with one man's cock up her ass while another franticly pleasured her pussy with his fingers and tongue. Then, just as they thought she might survive the ordeal; a new round of turbulence erupted. The young flight attendant had to come over, and they laid the seat back all the way down, so she could straddle the woman and give her a new kind of mouth to lips resuscitation."

He let the image build in my head a few seconds more and then he stroked that go switch, and I was on. I knew any second his finger strokes were going to start making sloppy wet sounds, and I would be moaning uncontrollably, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Then without a word, or warning of any kind, Jake pulled his hand away, he slipped his nose past mine and gave me a warm soft kiss. Then stuck his finger in my mouth, I licked them as if he had been eating bar-b-que.

"Sorry to cut things off, but our stewardess announced we were about to land. And that we have to put everything back in it's upright position."

"You bastard, all this way and you let me crash just short of the runway."

"Oh baby, how were you going to get off the plane with a giant wet spot on the back of your skirt? Besides, our flight attendant was starting to wonder about us."

My eyes shot to the woman sitting in the jump seat just a few feet away. She had one of those fake smiles they are all trained to wear. It sent my mind racing, Oh my god, she knows, oh shit, how do I ... I mean what do I say? Say nothing. That's it, pretend it didn't happen.

Fifteen minutes later and we were walking past her, leaving the plane. She reached out touching my arm and said, "Believe it, or not, I used to be afraid to fly too. Back then, I just wish, I could have had someone to hold me, and whisper in my ears. You are so lucky, I know a dozen women who would give anything to borrow your husband."

"Oh, thank you for understanding, but I am not sure how much help he'd be. You see, the truth is he's the one who is afraid to fly." I patted her hand and walked down the ramp.

***

We got out of the Limo at the end of the long, wide dock. I was surprised by the boats moored around us, I say boats these were luxury yachts, and I mean large ones too. I started to feel a bit nervous. "Jake are you sure we are in the right place? Some of these boats are more like cruise ships. Which one is Jeff's?"

"Oh that's right you've never seen his boat."

"Jake baby, these aren't boats, they're yachts with capital 'Y's"

"Haahaa, well since you're such an expert you tell me which one is his?"

We walked down the dock as I read the names on the backs of these floating palaces. Then about halfway down the main dock I saw it. A sleek looking cruiser, 90 feet long, all white save for its black bottom and its dark tinted windows. It wasn't as large as most of the others, but it looked a whole lot faster. Its lines reminded me of Jeff in one of his sports cars. When I saw the name on the back, there was no doubt. 'Sensual Moments' in foot tall black letters filled the entire back of the vessel. I picked up the pace as I headed in that direction.

"So you figured it out, did you?"

"I didn't think it would require a degree in rocket science. I am just amazed there isn't a half-naked woman painted on the side, like one of those World War II bombers."

Jeff spotted us and called out. We walked up the gangway and our host took my bag without asking, he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me as if I were a long, lost, sister. His face was almost glowing with excitement. I was used to him being jovial; he was always the party's spark plug. But I had never seen him this pumped up before.

I returned his warm greeting with a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hi Jeff this is some craft you have here, guess we should have taken you up on one of your earlier invitations. What did you spend on her, two million?"

"Closer to five, after the hydro-wings and engine upgrades."

Just then, Jeff's other guest came out of the main cabin door. I looked over to see these incredible long silky legs with bare feet coming down the stairs. She had on a pair of bluejean shorts over a white bikini that sported a broad red stripe. Her shoulder length, dark blonde hair hung loose. It looked as though she had done nothing to it since her last swim. She wore no makeup or jewelry, save for a small blue and white ribbon with a pair of silver bobbles on her left wrist. But as plain as she tried to look there was no hiding her identity.

Jeff practically jumped at her. He took her arm as she descended the steps. "Hey guys, this is Caroline Nonnenmacher. She is spending the weekend with us. She is hoping to get her first book published, and we were lucky enough to be recommended to represent her."

My amazement must have been printed in three-inch letters on my forehead because Caroline reached out and took my hand pulling me a step closer. When she spoke her accent drove me wild, I knew she spoke fluent English, Italian, Portuguese, and Spanish, in addition to, some German, and some French—no small achievement for a girl from the backcountry of Brazil who left school at 14. Each word oozed with sex I twisted in my blouse a bit I didn't want her to see my nipples getting hard.

"I see that Jeffery did not spill the beans as you say here. I am sorry for the surprise, but I needed to get away from everything for a while. You cannot imagine how much trouble Jeffery has taken to escape the paparazzi."

"Ms. Bundchen, please accept my apologies for my rude behavior, No one told me who you were, I was not expecting to be greeted by a Victoria's Secret, super-model."

"No, no, that is someone else, here this weekend, I am myself, the real me, just simple Caroline. Please call me 'Caro' that works well for me. Come, we will go find the bar while the boys get us on our way."

I looked at the two Cheshire-cats standing next to me. It was unreasonable to think they had planned this surprise in only a couple of hours. I didn't know the rest of the story yet. But the little girl inside me was going ape-shit, I was going to spend the weekend on a five-million dollar yacht, with one of the most beautiful, most desired, richest women in the world. Me the average girl next door.

"Caro, do you think I should be angry with them for making me look like a stumbling fool. I hope I can prove to you that, although I am a fan of yours. I am not the idiot I appear." I watched her face, focusing on her eyes. I hoped I wasn't sounding like the teenage numbskull I felt like.

"Yes, let's be angry with them for a while. Come, we will wait for them to crawl in later, and beg our forgiveness."

We sat at the bar and watched as Jeff and Jake untied the boat from the dock and make ready for our departure. Caro and I had talked for an hour before the city disappeared in the distance.

She had gone out of her way, to make me feel comfortable with her; we talked as if we were schoolgirls again.

"Caro, you do know that using your middle name and your mother's maiden name wouldn't fool anyone."

"Yes, I know this, but I was telling you the truth before that Gisele woman is a different person. She is not who I actually am."

"I can't lie to you, I was shocked to see you come down the stairs, I know that you and Leo broke up, But ..., please understand, I love Jeff, he is one of my best friends. But you are way out of his league, how did you two happen?"

"No, forgive me, but you are wrong. She, that other woman, might be how you say. A slight stretch, for such a man as Jeffery, but for Caro it is 'Céu é fazer amor em um barco.' Which is, an Old Portuguese proverb? It looses a little in the translation. Still it means... Heaven is making love on a boat. And right now, I needed some taste of heaven."

"I guess, I need to start learning to speak Portuguese. How do you say it again 'Amor no barco'... love on a boat?"

"Yes, that is close enough, the rest you don't honestly need words for. Now, do you think we should stop being mad with those bad boys, and see what they have planned for us to eat for dinner tonight."