I waited for what felt like forever before Vanessa surfaced near the ladder, throwing the knife back on the deck. I rushed to the side, reaching down to help her up. She felt like a dead weight, I could barely pull her up at all.
Yet she laboriously climbed the ladder, almost reaching the top before I saw she had a sizeable tail clenched in one hand.
“Quick, get the winch around this. I want it out of the water before the blood attracts any more,” she panted.
Together, we got a rope tied around the tail and winched its owner aboard. As the bastard came up, my jaw dropped again. It was a tiger shark, maybe three or four metres long, with its head half hacked off, presumably with the filleting knife.
I looked at her in amazement and noticed that her pale bikini top was covered in blood. “Shit, are you okay?” I asked, checking her for bite marks. It took a few seconds before I realised that I had my hands on those amazing boobs and there wasn’t a bite or scratch mark on them.
“I’m fine,” she reassured me, stepping away to the side, out of reach.
I looked down at the deck, red-faced. “I’m sorry, the sea gulls got your groper.” I nudged the remains of the fish with my foot.
She picked up the fish by its tail and sighed. “Damn, I was really looking forward to dinner with the groper.” She threw the fish back into the ocean. The head fell off before it hit the water, sinking beneath the waves.
She looked like she was trying not to laugh. “It’ll be ok. I think we’ll have enough fish for dinner without him.” She looked at the shark, then down at herself. There was gore in her hair, too. “Could you cut some fillets for dinner while I have a shower? Dinner here made a mess of my new swimsuit.” She aimed a kick at the shark with her bare foot. “Throw what you don’t want back over the side. With the blood in the water, the carcass will probably be gone by morning.”
Great, sharks having a dinner party next to the boat, where I was swimming only a few minutes ago. “I guess so,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
She smiled, grabbed her towel off the deck and shut herself in the shower.
It took me a minute to work out what to do with a fish that wouldn’t fit on the filleting board, but I got it winched up so the shark hung vertical enough to start slicing it up. The fillets were huge, but I cut them into smaller pieces, before dumping them in a big box from the kitchen. I threw the rest of the shark over the side, then hosed down the deck and the filleting board, before turning the hose on myself for a few seconds. I looked longingly at the shower, but she was still in there, so after one more squirt of cold water I wrapped my towel around my waist, over my dripping shorts, and headed down to my clothes in the bunkroom. I stripped off and wiped myself down with the wet towel, before piling my wet clothes and wet towel together on the floor. I pulled the dry towel out of my backpack and used it to dry myself off.
I picked up my boxer shorts, wishing I’d had the foresight to buy and wear some in black silk, as opposed to the blue cotton ones I was holding. Like she’ll want to see me in them, anyway.
A sound behind me made me turn around. She was at the bottom of the stairs, her back to me, leaning over to open the drawer under the bunk across from me. She picked a couple of items from the drawer and laid them on the bed. She was close enough to touch, but she hadn’t seen me yet. That wasn’t what made me freeze, unable to move or speak.
She was naked, her perfectly curved body on full display. Her hair hung down in damp ribbons like seaweed, almost to her luscious arse. Her perfect boobs stood out from her chest above her slightly curved belly, her nipples erect. Every inch of her skin looked smooth and flawless. I itched to reach out and touch her, perhaps a metre from me.
I forced myself to look away, but that didn’t help. I could see her amazing body from all angles in the mirrors on the locker doors.
Something blue and lacy in her hands, she moved to stand in front of one of the locker mirrors. She was looking down at first, but she lifted her eyes slowly until it looked like she was scrutinising her own reflected face in the mirror. From where I stood, it looked like her reflection had her eyes on me.
She smiled. “I take it you like what you see.” She turned around to face me, looking down. “Impressive.”
I looked down and dropped my arms to hold my shorts over where they needed to be. I had the biggest, most painful boner in history from looking at her naked and I’d forgotten that I was starkers, too.
FUCKfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...
I stared down at my feet, wishing I could sink through the floor.
Then my feet were obscured, by a pair of dark nipples on the end of two perfect breasts. Cool hands tugged my boxer shorts out of my grasp and tossed them aside. She cupped my hands in hers and placed them around her boobs.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
She laughed, her boobs bouncing in my hands. “I’d love to.” She touched her lips to mine.
Without knowing how it happened, I was kissing her. Her boobs were soft up against my chest whilst I was hard against her belly. She was pushing me closer to the bunk where I’d left my clothes, sweeping them onto the floor.
I took one hand off her to fumble for the shorts I’d been wearing this morning. I had two fingers in the right pocket, touching the edge of the plastic packaging, before she tried to pull my shorts away.
“I don’t think you’ll be needing your clothes for a while,” she said softly.
I pulled the condoms out of my pocket and threw the shorts on the floor myself. I held the packets up. “I don’t want there to be any regrets afterwards.” I eased away from her enough to put one of them on, tossing the empty packet and the unused ones onto the highest bunk, within easy reach.
She threw herself at me, tipping us both across the lowest bunk, with her on top of me. She sat up on her knees and teased me for what felt like an interminable amount of time, rubbing against me until I felt her shudder with pleasure more than once.
When I finally slid inside her, it felt incredible, like I never wanted to be out. Time and time again, just before I came, she’d shift and change position, letting the climax build and build until she shifted again. She was driving me insane with want for her.
When she shifted to kneel on top of me again, I fastened my hands over her hips, grinding her against me with each thrust so that she was so focused on her own orgasm she wouldn’t shift and delay mine. I heard her breath stutter into short gasps and I increased the pace, so close I could almost taste it. I heard her cry out before I felt her back arch and her body shudder again. In those precious few moments, I came with her, my shout blending with hers. It was mind-blowingly good.
“Damn, that was good,” she gasped, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
This is too good to be true. It has to be a dream, my most vivid, X-rated, perfect dream ever. I’d better make the most of it before I wake up.
I sat up, feeling her shift as if she were going to move off me. I stuck my arms around her back, crushing her boobs against my chest as I kissed her. I was still hard inside her and I wondered if the second time would be as good as the first. Still panting from Round 1, I wondered if this dream would last long enough to include Round 2. I was definitely up for it.
She disengaged from me gently, rolling off me to flop onto the bunk beside me, still breathing hard. I rolled onto my side, leaning over her to kiss her again.
If she’s too exhausted for anything else, missionary style is okay by me. I shifted, ready to roll on top of her and start over.
She started laughing and pushed me off her, rolling me back onto my back. She was up in a crouch, climbing nimbly over my legs to stand on the carpet.
My hopes for Round 2 wilted.
“I want dinner before we do any more. I’m hungry.” She snatched up something white from the bunk on the other side, pulling it over her head. The filmy cotton dress didn’t fit her as tightly as the t-shirt she’d worn earlier, but its transparency made up for that, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Meanwhile, my imagination spun out of control.
She started up the steps. “You go get cleaned up and I’ll start dinner. I’m going to need all the energy I can get if you plan more of this tonight.” She reached the top and disappeared from view.
More? She wants more. Oh yes, thank you God!