When I went up the stairs to the main cabin, Vanessa was going through the kitchen cupboards, stretching up to reach the high ones. Her hemline rose tantalisingly to the tops of her legs. I forced myself to look away so I didn’t trip on my way to the shower.
I shut the door and hung the towel on the back of it. I turned the shower on and looked around for the soap. Lined up on the soap dish were three bottles of brightly coloured shower gel, but no bar of soap. A girl’s bathroom, all right.
While the water cascaded down over my body, I examined the bottles. Lavender, sea minerals and pomegranate. I grabbed the sea mineral one, wondering why anyone would want a sea mineral shower when you could just jump over the side and have as many fresh sea minerals as you liked, and lathered up. I washed the foam off, hoping I didn’t smell too girly, and towelled myself dry. Wrapping the towel around my waist again, I returned to the bunkroom.
Vanessa was intent on shaking the fillets in a bag half full of something that looked like breadcrumbs. She barely noticed me walk past. I wondered if I should have left off the towel – maybe she would have noticed me then. I hung the damp towel over a spare railing in the bunkroom and looked for my clothes. I found my shorts first – she’d thrown the boxer shorts somewhere – and decided they’d do. Especially if they’re coming off soon for Round 2, after dinner. Already turned on at the thought, I reached for the condoms on the top bunk and stuck them back in my pocket.
I took the stairs two at a time, then stood by the table. She looked up and smiled, holding out a baking tray full of fish, covered in something that looked like flour flecked with green. “I found some fish batter in the top cupboard, so I covered some of the fillets in that and I’ll bake them all together. I also found a mushroom pizza, so I stuck that in the oven, too. Do you think that will be enough?”
“Plenty,” I replied. I watched her lean over to put the baking dish in the oven. The white skirt rode up again. It would have revealed the bottom of her underwear, if she’d been wearing any. Instead, I caught a glimpse of pussy between her legs, before she straightened up again. I blinked, trying to hold onto the memory.
Time for a drink, I think. Is there anything stronger than beer? I moved into the kitchen, starting to look through the cabinets. Behind me, Vanessa reached for a sponge in the sink and started cleaning the bench. I found breakfast cereal and a few cans of vegetables, but most of the cupboards were empty. Vanessa’s crew must have gone to do the food shopping, too. Beer it is, then.
I stood behind her, waiting for her to get out of the way so I could get to the bar fridge under the bench. She finished wiping the bench top and threw the sponge back into the sink. The remaining fillets were still in the box on the draining board, so she spun on the spot to lift up the box, then leaned over to put them in the fridge.
Standing right behind her, I got more than a glimpse this time. The light glistened on her skin, she was still so wet. I couldn’t do anything else but stare.
Her head still in the fridge, oblivious, she called over her shoulder, “What would you like to do while we wait for dinner to cook? Would you like me to get you a drink? What do you want?”
She stayed bent over, waiting for my answer, as I was mesmerised by the wet dark cleft between her legs, right in front of me. What do I want? “I want to bend you over that bench, drop my shorts and fuck you from behind,” I blurted out.
I should have asked for a beer. At least I’d get that.