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On the Water  part 6



Some watch dog I was.
I woke up feeling drops of water on my face. I opened my eyes and saw that
it had started raining, a very light rain that made a pattering sound on the
water.
I sat up and quickly put the binoculars to my eyes.
The yacht was in the same place although most of the lights on it were now
off.  The sound of music was also gone as were the faint sounds of what ever
party they had been having.  Except for the rain it was all quiet.
I cursed myself for having fallen asleep. If the boat had meant pirates we
could have been boarded and murdered with out my ever knowing it.  I was
stupid, yet in my defense standing guard was not exactly something I did
every day.
Still, it seemed quiet now.  I took one last look at the yacht, intending to
head to Laura and our bed, when I saw something that stopped me.
In the dim light I could just make out two people coming out on deck.  I
heard laughter as one began running forward from the stern, the other giving
chase.  The runner passed under a bright light and I saw it was a woman,
topless, in just panties or bikini bottoms. The man chasing her was in
boxers.
I watched as he caught her on the fore deck, turning her around and kissing
her.  She didn't struggle much, in fact she reached around and held him to
her.  Evidently there was nothing happening there that was forced in any
way.
"Pirates." I grumbled, thinking that Ben had to have been joking after all.
I went back inside out of the rain.
In our cabin I stripped off my now wet clothes and dried off before slipping
into bed.  My wife was sleeping in a T-shirt, rather unusual because ever
since I had known her she had always slept nude. She was also unbound, not
even wearing the cuffs I had put on her.
She woke as I climbed in next to her.
"Is everything okay?"  she asked me sleepily.
"Yeah. It's just a boat full of drunk party go-ers." I replied.
"Good." Laura said, and she struggled out of her shirt.
She shivered when our skins met, my body cooler from the night air and the
rain.
"I'm sorry I wore that shirt, but Ben told me it would be better if I had
something on...just in case." she whispered.
"It's okay."  I said, yawning.
"He also cut the locks on my cuffs, says that you can replace them in the
morning, that he has plenty."
"I understand." I said, tired and wanting to sleep.
"Donny?" Laura said after a short while.
"Yeah?"
"Can you tie my hands?"  Laura pulled her wrists behind her.
I was a little surprised, thinking that she might like a break from always
sleeping like that. But I guess after a year of sleeping the same way you
get so used to it that any change is difficult.
I slid out of bed and in the dark found some of the rope I had used on her
and Amy earlier.  I bound her hands behind her and then slipped back into
bed.
As I snuggled up against her back Laura gripped my penis in one bound hand.
Like that we both went to sleep.



I woke to the sound of the engine starting and to the sound of heavy rain
pounding the deck above the cabin.
Laura was gone, on her morning duties I assumed, so I got out of bed and
made a trip to the head.
Pulling on a pair of shorts I headed forward and found Ben seated at the
navigation console. He had a radio on giving him the weather and he was
watching the radar.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hey!  I take it things were okay last night!" Ben said.
"Yeah, fine. Where are the women?" I asked him
Ben pointed out the windows and I could see Amy and Laura out in the pouring
rain, nude, in their hobbles, scrubbing the boat like they had done the
morning before.
"Er...isn't that a little redundant?" I asked Ben.
"It's the work that's important, not so much the results." Ben said with a
grin.
I laughed. "I would like to have seen their faces when you told them that
they had to go out there!"
"Oh you would have loved it!" chuckled Ben. "In fact, you get a chance to
see them right now. I need you to go out an haul in the anchors."
"What, in that?"
"Sure.  Don't worry the rain is somewhat warm. Like taking a luke warm
shower."
"Great." I said sarcastically. "And where will you be?"
Ben patted the mass of electronics in front of him.  "Right here.  I can run
the boat from here and stay dry. There isn't a reef to cross here so I don't
really need to go up on deck."
I laughed and shook my head.  "I guess its the rain for me!"
I padded up the stairs and through the hatch to the open deck.  The rain
actually did feel good, nothing like the cold rains of home.
It was coming down harder than it was the night before and had drummed up a
mist that obscured the island from view.
It also almost hid the other boat in the cove, it's outline only barely
visible.
I could see both women from where I was. Amy was kneeling on the stern deck,
scrubbing with a brush, her feet held apart by her spreader bar. Her short
hair looked like a helmet on her head, matted down by the rain. She looked
up at me and smiled and I smiled back.  She looked so sexy and vulnerable
down there. She glanced over toward our neighbors and bent low to her work.
I turned to Laura who was standing beside the pilot house. She had her cuffs
locked back on her wrists and ankles and was busy buffing the deck rails, a
hopeless job in the rain. She  had an eye on the boat just barely visible in
the distance.
I could tell from her body language that she wasn't too thrilled about being
out here.  I bet she was very uncomfortable with being nude out here with
the other yacht close by.
I smiled and headed forward. When I got there I waved at the windows in the
front of the pilot house and the engine gunned, moving the boat forward.  It
was a simple matter to pull up both anchors and I left them on the deck for
Amy to put away.
Slipping out of my now wet shorts I stopped at a locker before heading back
to my wife.
God she looked beautiful, her very long blonde hair plastered to her back
like a single rope of gold. Her skin sleek and shiny from the warm rain.
I have to admit I have a special fetish for wet women, especially for the
way their hair looses its shape and conforms to the body under it. It's like
it brings out their natural beauty, giving them an innocence, an unspoiled
look exactly the way nature intended.  When wet, all women are beautiful.
Laura saw me walking naked up to her and paused, her eyes wide and betraying
her nervousness. "Donny!" she said, giving the boat across the cove an
anxious look.
"Hush." I said as I approached.
She saw what I  was carrying, rope from the locker. "But..."
"Not another word!" I ordered.
I took her hands and had her hold on to the brass railing, tying them in
place with plenty of rope. Then I bent low and with the master key on the
chain about my neck I unlocked her hobble.
As I stood I saw Laura's eyes on me, she could see how aroused I was and
knew then that I wasn't to be stopped.
She looked over at the yacht which could be seen a little clearer now that
we were moving. Apparently we had to pass a little closer to it in order to
leave the cove.
I didn't care.
I stood behind my wife and began to massage her breasts with one hand, her
sex with the other.  I could tell that it wasn't just the rain that had her
wet, my fingers slipped easily in and out of her.  I knew that dangerous sex
was a particular turn on for her, despite her protests and that this
situation certainly counted.
She moaned at my touch, already in need, her eyes closing.
I lifted her by the hips, lowering her carefully onto me, feeling her warmth
envelop me.
It was oh so very sweet.
Laura wrapped her legs around, crossing her ankles behind me and holding on
as I knew she would. Her weight was mostly taken by her arms but she was
supported elsewhere now too.
Still I knew that in this position she would quickly tire.
Using my own strength, I began pumping her hips, lifting them up and down as
she traveled the length of my dick.
Laura began her song once more as she worked her vaginal muscles, oblivious
to the fact that we were drawing closer to the other yacht.
I pumped harder and harder, my pleasure rising with each stroke, the rain
adding to that pleasure the same way it did when we made love in the shower.
Laura began to cry out, her grip on me tightening.
In a flash I began to cum, pumping my seed deep into her, but I still kept
her moving and a moment later I could feel Laura's own orgasm hammering at
her.
We stood stock still as we experienced the final high, locked together in
that intimate embrace, and then we relaxed.
I had closed my own eyes at that point and when I opened them I saw that we
were less than fifty yards from the other boat and pulling away, the name on
the stern now visible, 'Dreamboat'.  I watched it recede and wondered if our
actions had been witnessed.
It would have been interesting to know.
I slowly pulled out of my panting wife and lowered her feet to the deck.
She stood half hanging from her arms in post-coital bliss, her eyes still
closed, her hair now hanging down almost obscuring her face.
I helped her to stand and hugged her, giving her a kiss every now and then.
"I love you." I whispered into her ear.
Laura smiled a tired smile and giggled, she would be beyond words for a few
more minutes I knew.
That was when I remembered that we had a witness after all.
Over on the stern deck Amy had been watching us, on her knees, her cleaning
forgotten.  I looked up to see her kneeling up right, one hand down at her
sex.
She looked me in the eye and smiled, and I knew she had witnessed it all.
I chuckled, surprised at not finding myself embarrassed about it.  Kissing
Laura one last time I left her alone, padding along the wet deck to the
cabin door.
"Let her go in a few minutes and then you guys can finish up." I told Amy.
"Yes Sir!" she replied with a wink, and then she very deliberately looked at
my half hard penis.
Watching this little nymph looking at me stirred something inside me, for I
quickly grew hard again.  With a smile I shook my finger at her and went in
out of the rain.
After drying off, again, and dressing, again, I went to the galley to find
some food. As I passed Ben he chuckled.
"Have fun?" he asked.
I looked over at him and realized that he must have seen us too. In fact
Laura's legs were visible in the window almost next to where Ben was
sitting. He must have gotten an eyeful!
"Always." I replied and put together a plate from the breakfast leavings.
Ben laughed.
As I ate I saw a second pair of bare legs join the first and wondered at
Laura's reaction to Amy having watched us. I made a note to ask her later.
In moments Laura must have been freed for she was soon moving along the rail
again, picking up on her delayed cleaning.
I sat at the booth for the next hour watching through the windows as Laura
and Amy cleaned the 'Kajira', and marveled at their beauty.




For a change we didn't have a day's sailing ahead of us. By lunch time a
large island had appeared on the horizon and was definitely our objective.
"Skirts and bikini tops girls!" Ben yelled from the wheel.
It had stopped raining an hour before and the sky was slowly clearing, so
Ben resumed his place at the helm.
Amy and Laura had been wiping down the deck with mops and moved quickly at
Ben's command.  Laura stopped though, concern on her face.
"Sir?" she said to Ben. "I didn't bring a skirt."
Ben looked at me. "It's true." I said. "Shorts, swim suits and one dress,
but no skirts."
Ben shrugged. "Amy will lend you one." he said.
"Yes Sir!" Laura answered, and she scampered off after her sister in
servitude.
"Are we going ashore here?" I asked him.
"Sure. I fancy some real food!" he said with a smile.
We sailed into a wide bay dotted with other boats and Ben brought us smartly
up to a marina that jutted far out into the water.
An old man had walked out to meet us and caught the rope Amy tossed him with
ease, tying us smartly to the pier.
Ben jumped onto the pier while Amy and I finished securing the boat and I
watched as Ben negotiated our stay.  The old man seemed amiable and after
some cash changed hands he went away smiling.
"Okay folks, lets go!" Ben said, gathering his flock.
We locked the boat up and left it behind, Laura and I walking hand in hand.
Laura looked stunning. She was wearing her red bikini top and a short blue
skirt that only came down to mid thigh. It was made of cotton and seemed to
fly everywhere.  Laura had been very self conscious about it when she first
showed it to me since under it she wore nothing, but I told her it was fine
and that she had no reason to fiddle with it.
Amy also looked the part with her red bikini top and a green skirt even
shorter than Laura's. Amy looked a little nervous but resisted pulling down
on the skirt by holding her hands behind her.  I liked the way she looked.
Both women were barefoot and in fact I hadn't even brought any shoes for
Laura along at all!
"Laura." I said to my wife.
"Yes, Donald?"
"See how Amy is walking. I want you to hold your hands behind your back when
ever you are not actually using them for anything."
Laura looked into my eyes and then did as I asked, knowing a command when
she heard one.
"You look fantastic!" I said to her, and she smiled, blushing a little.
We got to the beach and the town beyond, a typical tourist town for the
area. Lots of bars and restaurants and gift shops fronting the bay side.
Past all the glitter I figured the real town lay, where people actually
lived and worked.
Ben led us to a restaurant with tables and chairs out on the sidewalk and we
found a table.
"Butts directly on the chairs ladies!" I said with a smile, getting groans
from both of them.  But they did as I asked, flipping the backs of their
skirts up at the last second so that they sat bare assed on the seats, Amy
shifting a little uncomfortably because of the welts on her ass.
Ben grinned as did I  when we noticed that a few of the hundreds of people
that were on this busy street stopped and stared. It wasn't by accident that
the women had their backs to the street.
"Benjamin! How nice to see you again!" cried our host when he appeared in
the restaurant's doorway.  A rather fat man in a white suit, he made a
striking sight.
He came straight over, dancing past the other patrons with ease before
stopping at Ben's side and taking his hand.
"It's been a year already?" he asked. "It can't be!"
"Hello Leo. How have you been?"
"The same the same. The doctor tells me to cut back on cigars and fatty
foods but the man is bigger than I am so who is he to talk!" he said with a
laugh. "Ah...little one, you are still as thin as ever!" he said moving on
to Amy, who smiled sweetly at him.  "This man isn't feeding you enough I
know!"
Amy giggled. "Hi Leo. How's Belle?"
Leo threw up his arms. "That woman is driving me to drink and not stopping
for any red lights!"  Amy laughed, apparently having heard this one before.
"Leo," Ben said, "Let me introduce you to some very good friends of ours.
This is Don and his wife Laura."
Leo came and shook my hand.  "It is a pleasure to meet you, any friend of
Benjamin is always welcome here!"
"Thank you Leo." I said with a smile.
Leo moved on to my wife who had watched all this with an open mouth.
"Little Amy. See here, this woman does not starve herself. She has beauty
and grace and does not look like she has been through a famine!"
"Oh Leo." Amy replied.
"Benjamin, leave the little one with me for a week and you will have her
back with some meat on her bones!"  Leo said with a grin.
Ben chuckled. "Maybe next time."
Leo threw up his hands again, then bent low to my wife.
"Beautiful Laura. You take care of the little one, huh? Make her eat and
become perfect like you!"
Laura was blushing. "I'll...try." she said with a smile.
"Good!" Leo said and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  "Now, to
food!" Leo stood up straight. "Your usual, Benjamin?"
"That's right Leo, for four."
"For four, yes.  You may send the ladies in any time!"
"They'll be along real soon!" Ben said.
Leo smiled broadly and, with a cheeky wink at my wife, he danced his way
back into his restaurant.
"I like him." Laura said, "But I'm not sure whether to take him calling me
fat a compliment or not!"
Amy laughed. "He wasn't calling you fat, he was saying I'm too thin!" Amy
said with a giggle.
It was true. Laura certainly wasn't fat but she also wasn't skinny like a
lot of the women you saw on TV these days.  Laura was very well proportioned
with just enough padding all over to prevent her skeleton from being her
most striking feature.
And while Laura might gripe about her weight a lot, I wouldn't have her lose
any more for the world!
"Oh Leo is a one of a kind." Ben said.
"Don't worry about it my love." I told her, taking her hand, "You're
perfect.  Leo said so!"
We all laughed and managed to get a smile out of Laura.
I turned to Ben. "What's the usual?" I asked, hungry and curious.
"You'll see." said Ben, waving over another waiter.
"Why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked Amy.
"Er...I'll let Ben tell you." Amy answered.
We looked at Ben for an explanation but he was busy ordering our drinks.
When the waiter left Ben leaned forward.
"A quick explanation.  Leo runs an unusual operation here. His staff is
quite accustomed to doing things somewhat differently than you would find in
most other restaurants.
To the casual patron there is nothing different about this place though,
because the real differences are in the kitchen and beyond.
You see, our loud and genial host is also a patron of the art of BDSM, and
his staff all serve him and Belle as more than employees!"
"A BDSM restaurant?" I said, giving the place another look.
"Only in the way it is run." Ben said.
"So why do we have to go inside?" Laura asked again.
"Because he knows it is your duty to serve us our food, not the duty of his
own...staff. In a second you will both go into the kitchen and wait there
until our food is ready, then you will bring it out to us."
"What?" Laura asked paling a little.
"It's okay, Laura. Nothing will happen to us!" Amy said with a smile. "Leo
is a big cuddly Bear and we trust him implicitly. All we will do is go in
and kneel in a corner until the food is done, that's all."
Laura looked at me.
"I trust Ben and Amy, don't you?" I asked her.
Laura nodded.
"Okay then, off with the pair of you, and remember...Leo really is Master of
his kitchen so behave!"  Ben ordered.
The girls got up, flashing the street again and Amy led Laura inside.
Our drinks showed up and I took a swig at my beer, wondering what they were
going to see!




End of Part 6

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