enough, she shoved the rag between his cheeks and rubbed his arsehole. He nearly creamed. If she touched his prick like that, he surely would.
“Take it easy, Pet. My fatty almost became a skinny.”
She giggled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to nearly make you shoot off.”
“Let me wash you.”
Charlie took the soap, not bothering with the rag. He washed her as she had done him, rubbing the bar everywhere, especially between her legs. She leaned against him and moaned. “I want to frig so bad.”
“So do I.” He cupped his hand and filled it with water, then rinsed the soap from between her legs. With the water pelting against them, he backed her up against the tile wall. He leaned against her and whispered into her ear, “Are you ready for it, Pet?”
“Fuck me, Charlie. Fuck me hard, like you did last night.”
He spread her legs with his knees and found his mark. Then he lunged forward. Petula groaned, and squirmed against the wet tile. He had her riveted to the wall. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her arms over her head.
Then, like a piston in an engine, he fucked her, hard, just like she wanted. He showed no mercy, pounding her pussy, slapping his pelvis against hers, driving his cock deep into her body.
With every thrust, she squealed, the sound muffled by the running water and contained in the shower stall. He grunted as he ground his prick into her. The effort to hold on until she finished took everything he had, but he knew from the night before it would be worth it.
Suddenly she shrieked, “Charlie!” and rapidly thumped her pelvis against him. He felt her pussy grab him as her muscles contracted in orgasm. On the very brink of shooting his load, he remembered he hadn’t put on a condom.
He jerked his prick loose from her cunt, and it banged against her leg. Still holding her wrists over her head, Charlie leaned forward and humped her slippery thigh. He groaned when the white cream shot out of him and ran down her leg. A moment later, the water washed it away.
3
Pet stood beside Charlie, briskly rubbing her hair with a towel. While he dried himself, he admired the scenery. When Pet raised her head, she saw him watching her and swatted him with her towel. “Make yourself useful. Did my hair get clean?”
“Looks clean to me.” He gave her a blatant once-over. “Nope, don’t see any dirt anywhere.”
“Thanks for the inspection.”
“Hey, it’s what I do. I inspect engines for dirt all the time. Your assembly is just easier on the eyes.”
Pet glanced at his now flaccid dick. “Do I get to inspect your piston?”
“Anytime you want, my Pet.” Charlie tossed his towel over the shower door. “Hey, I’m sorry about forgetting a rubber. Hope you don’t mind how I handled it.”
“No drama about getting off at Edgehill. I use condoms as a second layer of protection. I’m on the pill.”
“Hell, if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have pulled out!”
“Well, you’ll know for next time, if we forget again.”
“We?”
“I forgot, too. When I went to see Morgan, I didn’t bring my bag. Didn’t think I would be seeing you quite so soon.”
“We should get dressed. I need to get you back to your room.” Charlie went to get some clothes. Pet followed him.
“Already? I thought you said your next watch doesn’t start until eight o’clock.”
“It doesn’t start till eight. But I don’t think you want to stay cooped up in my cabin all damn day. You should have a swim and get some sun.”
“Could we get some lunch in the dining room? I’m hungry.”
“Can’t do it, Pet. I eat in the officers’ mess. The passengers’ first-class dining room is off-limits.”
“But the Captain eats in the dining room. I sat beside him at dinner last evening. The night before, I sat between the Ship’s Chaplain and a doctor. What bores they were! At least the Captain could manage a conversation.”
Charlie stared at her in disbelief. “You fucking sit at the Captain’s table for dinner? Jesus Sufferin’ Christ, Pet! Only the high and mighty sit at that table.”
Petula’s eyes sparkled. For the first time, Charlie noticed they were hazel. “I’ve done all right for myself. It seems the Captain must know that.”
“No shit!” Wanting to end the conversation right there, Charlie abruptly bent over to pull out a small trunk from under his bunk. Then he rummaged for a clean pair of socks and underpants. Pet didn’t move from beside the desk. She stood there, totally nude, with her arms crossed over her breasts. Charlie looked up at her. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
“Eventually. First I want to know what the fuck difference it makes where I sit for dinner.”
Charlie didn’t pull any punches. “It’s called first class for a reason. You’re way outta my league, Petula. If you let anything slip at that table about knowing me personally, that’s grounds for my dismissal.”
“You think I would do that to you?”
“Not intentionally. But after a few drinks, who the hell knows?”
Petula squeezed past him to get to the closet. “You’re being a frickin’ snob!”
“I’m what?”
She pulled her dress off a hanger and clenched it in her fist. “You’re being a frickin’ snob! I felt the wall go up when I told you about the dining room.”
“I know the rules.”
“Yes, and we’ve broken most of them by now. This isn’t about the rules, it’s about class.” Pet stepped into her dress and pulled it up to her breasts. “I never bloody well thought I would be on this side of the fence.”
“What does that mean?” Charlie put on his underpants and then took his turn getting clothes out of the closet.
“You might like to know, my father was a merchant. He sold fruits and vegetables. When I first went to London to model, some restaurants wouldn’t serve me because of my accent.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Of course, you didn’t. No one does. I’ve spent years making my accent posh so no one could pinpoint my hometown. Going to Sydney as much as I have has helped. I’ve got enough Aussie in my speech now to really make them wonder.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I like you. Without a doubt, you’re the most interesting person I’ve met on this ship, and that includes everyone at the Captain’s table.”
“When
