hot, wet, and juicy pleasure spot as he could.
Her vaginal walls closed around his dick like a vise grip and he could feel her working her inner muscles to increase his pleasure. It was working since his body temperature was rising steadily as he pounded her with sure and strong strokes. He made love to her for the better part of an hour before she shuddered violently in one final climax and he followed suit shortly thereafter.
Deandra snuggled in his arms and they fell peacefully asleep to the gentle rocking of the marina waters.
Marshall arose early in the morning and started toward Nassau while Deandra slept. She poked her head out from the cabin door just as Marshall was dropping anchor.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Just a few miles from Nassau,” he replied, and smiled as she emerged completely naked from the cabin door. Her body seemed even more flawless in the bright light of day than it had the night before. There wasn’t a spare ounce of fat on her body. Her breasts were large and perfectly formed. She had a taut, firm stomach and abdomen. Her hips were slim, with just the right amount of flare to complement her smooth, round ass.
“Then I shouldn’t have to worry about any nosey neighbors or Peeping Toms,” she said as she stretched leisurely and then approached his chair in the pilothouse.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get burned?” Marshall asked as he ran his hand along her arm.
“I’m hoping for a little burn this morning,” she replied coyly, and eased herself between his legs with her back to the wheel.
Marshall placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her close for a kiss. His dick was already hard from the moment she stepped naked out onto the deck and he wanted her to feel his readiness.
Deandra moaned deliciously as his cock bounced eagerly against her rib cage. Marshall slid out of his bathing shorts and slipped on a condom from a small compartment next to the chair.
“Are you always so prepared?” she whispered, and pulled his earlobe into her mouth, and then ran her tongue along the outline of his ear.
“Always,” he replied as he lifted her onto his lap and eased his thickened rod inside her waiting pussy. He moaned as the warm wetness closed around his shaft.
Deandra sighed and groaned as the long length of him moved deeper inside her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck for leverage and began to move her pussy up and down along the length of his dick. With his hands on her ass cheeks, and the strength of her thigh muscles she worked them both up to a heated frenzy before Marshall rose from the chair and carried her to one of the sofas on the deck to finish the job.
Spent, they both lay naked on the floor of the deck, soaking up a few rays of sun and resting. They drifted off to sleep. The sound of an engine nearby woke Marshall an hour later.
“Hey, Marsh, you there?” a man called from the approaching boat.
Marshall jumped up as he realized they could be seen any minute now as the other boat got closer. “Wake up, Dee,” he said urgently, and shook her arm slightly. He then crawled into the pilothouse and donned his shorts before greeting the visitor.
“Hey, Pete,” he called in return, hoping Dee had escaped inside the cabin. The boat continued its approach.
“What you doing out here? I haven’t seen you on the water in months,” Peter asked.
“I have to escape now and then,” Marshall replied as Peter Jensen pulled his cruiser alongside the Sea Ray.
“Mae and Lonnie are in the cabin, why don’t you come on over for some coffee and breakfast,” Peter offered as his wife poked her head out of the cabin to call a greeting to Marshall.
“Thanks, but—” Marshall replied, but was cut off.
“Sweet Jesus!” Peter cried aloud as Deandra stood up in the middle of the deck and stretched kittenlike with her arms above her head. Her heavy, pendulous breasts swung naturally and erotically as she bent over and stretched the back of her legs by touching her toes. Her fine, round ass was on display, along with every other orifice of her body.
She stood up, smiled, and then waved to the newcomers as she disappeared below deck. Peter and his wife, Mae, stood with mouths agape and then looked questioningly at Marshall.
Marshall was disturbed by her blatant exhibitionism. She had a beautiful body without a doubt, but they were his friends, and a bit of decorum was necessary. He would have to have a serious chat with her. “Not today, thanks anyway,” he replied as though they hadn’t just seen every inch of his companion.
“Sure, sure. Maybe another time.” Peter regained his composure and then restarted his engine and pulled away. “Have a good time,” he tossed back over his shoulder with a knowing smile as he headed for the open sea.
Marshall stared out across the ocean and reflected on what had just occurred. What did he know about this woman aboard his boat, except that she was beautiful, vivacious, and sexually insatiable? Are you looking for a wife? a little voice in his head asked. No. Then what’s the problem? He couldn’t change what had already occurred, and this wasn’t destined to be a long-term relationship anyway. By the time he finally went below deck, he had decided not to make any comment on her behavior.
He found her draped in a towel and still wet from a shower. She was holding a photograph that had been mounted on the wall next to his dresser. She looked up at him curiously and pointed to the photo.
“Who are these people?” she asked.
The photo had been taken a few years ago on the deck of his boat. It was an older couple, himself, and a young woman. “Why? Do you recognize anyone?” he asked.
Deandra smiled meekly. Yes, she had recognized someone. When she emerged from her shower, she took a look around the bedroom, checking out pictures. Most of them were scenic pictures—the ocean, the sunset—and there was one of him holding a huge fish he must have caught. When she stumbled across this picture, her body froze. She hadn’t seen her in fifteen years, but she would bet money that was CJ in that picture with Marshall. CJ, the source of her childhood humiliation, somehow knew Marshall James. It appeared that they knew each other rather well, judging by his arm that was draped over her shoulder and the big grin she was giving him in the picture. “No, not really. Are these your parents?” she said, pointing to the older couple in the picture.
“No, those aren’t my parents. That’s Tina and Emmett. They are good friends of my mother’s and now they’re friends of mine, a really nice couple. The other person is Connie. She’s a close friend of Tina’s.”
“Was she your girlfriend at the time?”
“Connie? Oh no. We’re just good friends. Connie’s not the kind of girl you just fool around with. Connie’s long-term,” he said, and smiled.
The glint in his eye when he spoke her name told Deandra that Connie was special, even if she wasn’t his girlfriend. “What do you mean she’s long-term?”
“Well, if you’re going to get involved with someone like Connie, you should be thinking about eventually getting married. Sorry to say it, because it sounds so old-fashioned, but Connie is the kind of girl you take home to your mother.”
“Ouch!
