Veronique Goes Sailing Ch. 02

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How embarrassing, my face flushed red, but although he knew exactly what had happened, he didn't comment or make fun of me but took my arm and helped me walk back to the beach. We stopped by the Black Doris plum tree as we passed it, and he put half a dozen of these in my dress, "We'll cook these to go with our cereal in the morning."

He helped unload the fruit and placed it in one of the chilly bins. I was still embarrassed and frustratingly hot and horny. So I turned my back to Ryker, lifted my dress above my head, threw it on my towel, and then ran into the sea. As I swam, I looked out to the yacht and saw that Aaron had finished talking on the phone and getting ready to row ashore. I waved out and swam towards the boat.

Aaron leaned over and pulled me aboard. I went straight into his arms and kissed him passionately. Although the water had cooled me down, the desire was still strong, and his kiss sent an even stronger wave of heat running through my body.

He had the yacht's stereo on, playing Ed Sheeran's song, 'Afterglow'. It seemed so appropriate. I stepped back from him, placed my hands on my bikini bottom, and slid it down my legs. I went to step out of it but only had one foot free before Aaron turned me around and pulled my hips to his groin. I felt his hardness pressed hard against my bottom, and I bent over the cockpit's side seat and placed my hands on the deck for balance.

I heard Sheeran sing about not wanting to let go and, more pertinently, about not remaining silent. The words struck a chord; silence? Bugger that, I screamed out, "Fuck me, Fuck me hard, Pleeaase!"

I knew the sound carried over water and that Ryker would hear, but I didn't give a dam. As Aaron rubbed himself along my crack, I looked to the shore and noticed that Ryker was sitting up watching us. He would not have seen much, as we were mostly hidden down in the cockpit, but he certainly would know what was happening. And rather than being embarrassed, I was amazed that being watched turned me on even more.

Aaron lifted my hips, and once my feet left the cockpit floor, he kicked the fish tackle box under them and let me down to stand on it. This meant he did not have to bend his knees so much, and I felt him rubbing the head along my slit. I thought the salt water may have washed away all my fluids, but I was still as wet as hell.

However, doubts flooded my mind; would it hurt, was I bruised there from the last time? Then I felt him push his prick down and poke it around my very willing opening. And as he pushed, I was surprised at how easily he slipped inside me. His size didn't matter; my fanny easily stretched to accommodate it.

He jerked in and out a few times, then slowed and settled into a steady rhythm. Once we were both in sync and balanced, he reached one hand under me to play with my clit, and his other hand searched out a hard nipple, which he pulled on with his thumb and forefinger as if he was milking a cow's teat.

I looked again to the shore and saw Ryker leaning back, cock in hand, openly masturbating. His brazen display turned me on more than anything else, and I felt an orgasm building; it was coming like a fucking freight train.

The orgasm flooded my body, the fastest orgasm I had ever had. Aaron slowed to let me recover but did not stop, then I felt him tense up, and his actions became urgent. I felt my diminishing orgasm rekindle, as I had another small climax when Aaron exploded in me.

He held me tight, pressed hard inside me while my twitching fanny sucked in his throbbing cock. My urgent craving now satiated; I slumped onto the cockpit seat and leaned against the helm. Aaron sat beside me and asked, "What brought that on?"

So I told him about Ryker lifting me to get the peaches and where his fingers had rested.

"I thought he was going to take me there in the bush, but he didn't do anything," I exclaimed, trying to hide the frustration from my voice.

"He wouldn't touch you without me being there and giving him the okay."

I must have looked unbelievingly at him as he went on to explain.

"Ryker and I have shared girlfriends, but we have known one another forever and never step on each other's patch. We understand that it always has to be okay with all concerned."

"So, have you slept with Valerie?" I asked.

"No, we have come close, and she has tried to tempt me a couple of times, both with Ryker present and once when he wasn't. But I know how much he loves her and how it affects him when she sleeps with others. So I will never betray his trust, and I know he will never go behind my back."

I sat and thought about this. Several things went through my mind. First, would I have really slept with Ryker if he had pushed me? Sitting there beside Aaron, I told myself I wouldn't have. But shamefully, I knew I was lying to myself. I remembered how I had opened my legs, it was almost involuntary, and worryingly I knew I would not have stopped him.

As Aaron rowed us back to the beach, I mulled over my life to this point. What had I become? I knew that my first fumbled sex with Adam was quite normal. I had even read and heard my girlfriends talking about girls sleeping with married men. But the last two days, I had gone way past what my former self would have thought was acceptable.

Was I a slut? Would Aaron want to see me once we got back to Auckland? My mind raced as these new thoughts confused me, was I bisexual? I had felt a little turned on when Ryker said about Valerie having sex with Sally. Several times my mind had slipped to thoughts of touching Valerie's ripe athletic body. I flushed at the thought of her breastfeeding her baby and what it would be like to suckle on her full breasts.

As the dingy bumped onto the sand, I came back to reality. Aaron was looking at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"You were a million miles away and looked very worried. Are you okay?"

"Yes! I'm alright, just thinking about the last couple of days and what I have become. What happened on the boat then is not like me at all. Do you think I'm a slut?"

He reached over and pulled me to him and kissed me, "I think you are incredible. I hate the word 'Slut'. It's only used by guys that know a girl has slept with someone else but won't sleep with them. In other words, it's a word used by losers."

"But I'm having all sorts of conflicting thoughts. I even got a bit turned on when Ryker told us about Valerie and Sally. I wonder if I might be a lesbian as well?"

"Don't be silly. You are quite normal. Look at all the rules and morals that society places on us; they are all made up by men. And in my view, mostly by men of power who are fucking guilty of the dirty things they have done, and so react by setting constrictions on others, especially women. Look at the church, a whole lot of celibate men, who are scared of women and their desire for them, and try to prescribe their fucked up morals on everyone else."

He paused, "You are quite normal. Well, maybe not too normal; you're pretty incredible, actually."

"Look at this!" And he threw his arms around him, then continued, "In this incredible natural beauty, it's easy to forget about all the limitations society places on us and act like you want to. Just follow your instincts. As long as you don't hurt anyone, what can be wrong with that?"

As he dropped his arms back to his side, Ryker yelled, "When you've finished giving your sermon to Nique, it's time we had lunch and got going."

We looked at one another and laughed. The relief I felt at his understanding of the emotional turmoil I had running around in my mind made me smile and relax. I put my arm around his waist, and we walked up to the blankets and joined Ryker. He had set out the plates with all the fillings in little containers, ready for us to make our sandwiches.

As we ate, I quizzed them about where they worked, etc. Aaron said he was a Civil Engineer mostly he had worked on large building projects. He had done a lot of work for Ryker over the years, but currently, he was working on the Puhoi overpass north of Auckland.

I asked him what that was.

"Oh! It's part of the North Motorway extension. Have you not seen it?"

"No!"

"I'll take you to see them next Saturday if you want."

My heart soared. 'He wanted to see me again'. I tried to reply, "Yes!" without sounding too desperate.

"Why did you become a civil Engineer?" I asked.

"I met Ryker when I made it into the first fifteen rugby team at High school. He was the captain. He was two years ahead of me in his last year. But we hit it off once we found we both loved sailing and that he had a Stewart 34. Well, it was his father's, but he was allowed to take it out alone. So we sailed a lot together and have been close ever since. When he left school, he started Uni to study to be an architect. And it was at his suggestion that I become an engineer and do all the calculations on his buildings."

Ryker had been sitting quietly during Aarons's explanations. He was lying there in the nude, soaking up the sun. I was struggling not to keep looking over and staring at his cock. When Aaron stood, he dropped his shorts and headed to the water to cool off. I couldn't help but glance between the two to assess the size difference.

Ryker didn't miss a thing, "Checking us out, huh? And no, I'm not hung like him; in fact, mine is very average. But its size has never played any part in my meeting the ladies."

I snapped my head away, ready to deny that I had been checking them out. Then I thought to myself, why bother; don't give him the pleasure of a reaction, "You're bigger than most I've seen, so I think you are being modest.

Ryker laughed and continued, "Why don't you drop those bottoms and go for a dip with Aaron? You know you want to."

"You're just busting to see me in the nude!" I snapped back.

"Look, I don't give a hoot if you do or don't. But you will never get a better chance to run on a beach nude without anyone around. Unfortunately, the day when this beach, like so many others, will be over-run with tourists is not far off."

That made me think, and I concluded that running the length of this beautiful Paradise in the nude would be incredible. So I stood, turned my back to him, dropped my bikini bottom onto my towel, and took off along the beach before he could say anything.

At the end of the beach, I realised that the creamy nectars from Aaron's and my coupling were flowing down between my legs. I looked back to where the boys were now lying talking on the beach, saw they were not watching me, and I raced into the sea to wash.

Cleansed and slightly euphoric, with my newfound freedom, I ran back towards the guys.

Ryker was waiting with his hand out.

"What?' I asked.

"You owe me ten bucks. I bet you that you would get nude before the weekend was over."

"I remember that and that I did not take you up on the bet. What's more, I reckon you owe me a heap of money for all the perving and entertainment I've been giving you. At ten dollars an hour, I calculate you owe me about $240."

They laughed, "I think that body of yours is worth more than ten bucks an hour. But you are going to have to take me to court to get it," joked Ryker.

Then he stood, started packing the lunch stuff away and told me to get my gear down to the dinghy as we were off to get some crays for dinner.

He didn't put up the sails. He said we would just motor, as where we were going to was only half an hour away. Then he asked if I had my mobile with me, and I told him it was down in my bag.

"Well, you should tell your mum or dad what happened to Max and that you are alright. While you guys were fooling around, I've been thinking; Max was pretty pissed and might call in on your parents to try and stir some shit. I don't think he will, but I've seen people do sillier things. So you should call." Aaron was nodding, indicating that the thought had also crossed his mind.

So I went below and got my phone, then went up the bow to talk without them listening. I phoned my Mom; after our heart-to-heart a few weeks ago, I knew she would be much more understanding than my dad.

When she answered, I gave her a brief account of what had happened, and that the boys were concerned Max may drop in on them. She said they had heard nothing from Max but was pleased I had called, as she had seen on the news that a big storm was coming, and Great Barrier was mentioned specifically.

I told her that Ryker was a very accomplished sailor, and I was sure he would be okay, but I'll mention it to him. Then she asked, "So you're on the boat with just two guys?"

When I said I was, but that they were both really nice. Mum replied, "You lucky girl! Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I was stumped as to how to answer that. It was new to me; my mother acted more like a girlfriend than a mother. But she responded to my silence with a statement.

"You already have, haven't you?"

I tried to splutter out a denial; but was met with, "You've done both of them?"

"No! I haven't," I shouted down the phone. "I'm hanging up now; I'll talk to you when I get home."

"Okay, but phone me again, and let me know you are okay with the storm and everything."

I told her I would and hung up. Then went back to the stern and told Ryker about Mom's worry about the storm.

"I've been watching that. Have you not seen me listening to the Marine weather forecast? They say it won't get to us until late Tuesday, so we should be just about home by then."

When we got to Green Island, the guys put their dive gear on but didn't bother with wet suits. The spot they wanted to dive was about three hundred yards from where we had moored, so they put the outboard on the dingy, instructed me on how to start it and took them out to the point where they wanted to dive.

Aaron had brought a mask and snorkel for me. So I got in the water with them, and he had me hang onto the dinghy's anchor rope to watch them dive.

The sunlit water was so clear I could see kelp forests clinging to rock outcrops. There were sandy patches in the valleys between the rock outcrops, and many fish were moving around. The guys dropped down to a rocky ledge, almost directly below me, and they started reaching into a hole. Some of the fish had moved away when they appeared, but others had come over to check them out, whether from curiosity or looking for food, I did not know.

There were schools of blue maomao, demoiselles, pink maomao, and butterfly perch. I also saw a couple of Butterfish. I remembered my father bringing these home from a dive trip once. They were greenish-blue in colour. And out further, where the rock outcrops dropped away into a dark blue void, I could see the iridescent pinky colour of snapper, and the odd larger dark shape, that I thought was kingfish. With a clenching in my stomach, I hoped like hell it wasn't a shark. The whole scene was stunning. I felt so privileged to be witnessing all this.

I looked down and saw Ryker pull a cray from the hole and place it in the catch bag that Aaron was holding. It looked like there were already a couple of crays in the bag. Aaron looked up and saw me watching, then motioned for me to come down and look. He gestured to me that I should pull myself down the anchor rope.

They were only four or five meters below me, so I thought I could make that. I took several breaths of air, then as large a breath as I could, and dived towards them. When I reached the bottom, I let go of the rope and found Aaron waiting for me. He gave me his mouthpiece and indicated for me to take some gulps of air. Then holding me down by my shoulder, he guided me over to the hole and held the kelp aside so I could look in.

There had to be thirty crayfish in there, mostly small ones, but he leaned in and pushed the little ones aside, and I saw a large cray that was attempting to get down lower under all the others. Aaron swept some more little ones aside, and another giant crayfish was on the other side of the hole.

The sight was so amazing that I forgot about breathing, and I got a fright when Aaron handed me his mouthpiece again and found I was gasping for air. He calmed me down and indicated we should go up. But stopped me and indicated that I had to breathe out. Which was the last thing I wanted to do, but he was insistent. So I released some air, and then he took me over to the anchor rope and stopped me about halfway to the surface.

He gave me more deep breaths of air, then again insisted that I breathe it out as we ascended. Finally, on the surface, he removed my mask and snorkel and held me tight.

"Good girl, I was a bit naughty, but I wanted you to see that. Not many people get to see a hole that is full of crays. But if you hadn't breathed out, your lungs would have exploded with the pressure of the compressed air."

Back on deck, they proudly showed me what they had caught, four good-sized crays.

"We'll have two for dinner tonight and take the other two to Tony and Valerie," said Ryker.

My heart fluttered; I was going to see Valerie again. I was intrigued at the thought of meeting her now that I knew so much more about her.

"Why did you not take those two big crays?" I asked.

"Because one of them was a female laden with eggs, and you need to leave the big ones anyway so they can breed."

Then Ryker and Aaron discussed that the big female cray had pushed the little cray up to be caught to save herself. They had never seen that before.

When we returned to the yacht, it was only 4 o'clock and still really hot. So we put the crays in the live bait tank, threw the towels into the dinghy, and headed ashore for more sunbathing.

They laid out a beach blanket and placed the towels on it, then dropped their board shorts and lay on their backs. I noted they had left a space for me between them. I hesitated; lying between two naked men bothered me; if I were to do it, was I giving an open invitation? But standing there hesitating would just bring ridicule, so I slipped out of my bikini and lay down.

They didn't give any reaction but started talking about the dive and asking me if I had dived before, as I seemed so confident.

"Not really." I replied, "I represented my school at high-board diving, so I'm aware of clearing one's ears as you dive deep, and I have always snorkelled on our summer holidays."

Aaron replied that he helped run the dive courses at the Orakei dive shop and asked if I would want to do a dive course.

"Of course, but how much do they cost? I'm saving all I can to go on a trip to England. I want to make trips over to France just like my parents did. My mother still corresponds with the woman she billeted with in Tahiti. They moved back to Paris. She has invited me to stay with them for as long as I like."

Aaron replied that he would sort it out and he could get mates rates. Again I felt the surge of excitement at the thought he wanted to see me some more. Then I became aware that he was stroking my side, and his fingers were straying to the side of my breast.

I thought about pushing his hand away, but it felt so good. Then Ryker asked me where I worked, which gave me a start. I had temporally forgotten about him lying beside me as Aaron's hands were kindling naughty thoughts.

"I work as a Laboratory technician's assistant at Auckland Hospital. I'm doing papers at Uni to become fully qualified, but my boss and some other senior technicians are trying to convince me to attend medical school and become a doctor."

"Why don't you?" asked Ryker, "you clearly have the brains for it."

"I want to travel overseas. But, unfortunately, I will be tied up for at least five years if I go to Med School, Also my parents couldn't afford to send me to Med School and I don't have the money."

"I'd like to see you tied up," replied Ryker, laughing.