Adam's Journey

Storm, thanks for the additions to the plot. I hope we get to see young Trell doing a bit of growin' up with some "boat discipline," and sweet Kori & Kristi are about to 'feel the thunder.' Great writing; I missed reading lately...

Welcome back Stormy, you were missed. Your original note made it sound like you would be away for an extended visit and I was anticipating not having a new segment to read for quite a while. Glad that wasn't the case.

I love the latest developments, really looking to see how things progress with this mix of people. Nice to see Kristi squirming a little bit.

Looks like Kristi, Kori and Tiffany are going to have lots of stiff throbbing cocks to play with. Will Tiffany sit back and let the other two hog all the action, or will she jump in there and get her own pearl necklace? Wonder what feelings that will evoke in our boy Adam. Like I said, get the hazmat suits ready, there's going to be spunk flying everywhere. That stuff's slippery, hope no one gets injured. Eye protection is recommended.

TrF2

This sounds so good. The ingridients are there, lets see how you make them explode!!!!!!
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Jep, I agree with the others.
Great story.

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Thanks peak, I think that's a pretty good description. Maybe a dirty martini might be a little more appropriate.

Cliffa, you had me worried with that whole Trell/Pops thing... Good to know I'm stirring impure thoughts in your head!

Thanks GH, it does twist and turn! I don't seem to be able to stop myself. Plus, it's fun trading stories with you!

You're very welcome Herz, glad you're enjoying it. Pretty sure by this time that Trell is hoping for a little fun as well!

Appreciate it Trf2, it turned out I wasn't gone as long as I expected, but another trip out starts in a few days, and will likely be longer. I'm sort of trouble-shooting/filling in over an area of about a 300 mile radius and don't always have computer access, so it may be spotty for now. Hey, at least I'm working and doing pretty well, so that puts me ahead of about 10% of the population so I shouldn't bitch, right? Sure would be good to get settled and put my home life back together though. Soon, maybe.

As far as the shenanigans on the boat, it won't meet OSHA standards, but we will put up a couple of those "Caution, slippery floors" signs.

CD, I suspect there may be explosions of more than one variety ahead. Thanks for the support.

Thanks Southerby, I appreciate you taking time to post a comment!
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When we finished getting the other bags transferred from the dock to the deck of the boat Ronnie paused, looking around. "Well, I guess my wife can show you around while Adam and me make a trip up to the store. We need to re-stock our food supplies and a few other things, then get gas, and then it's anchors aweigh!"

Pops grunted. "Ummhh! I almost forgot! I brought some stuff, food and all. Y'all were so good to invite us along on this nice boat, I didn't want to be a complete deadbeat and leech on you. Let me grab Douglas and we'll go get the boxes and cooler from the car." He turned toward the main cabin and yelled "Douglas! Get on out here!"

Kori stepped out, still followed obediently by Trell, who glared at his uncle. Kori was wiping her hands on a small towel, and she looked at Pops. "What's going on? He was just helping me while we chatted a little bit, getting to know each other."

"Yeah Uncle Reggie, we was just talkin. Ain't no harm in that."

Pops shook his massive head, his whole upper body swaying with the movement. "Boy, you be careful about getting to know another man's wife, especially when we're their guests."

That immediately struck me as one of those 'do as I say, not as I do' kind of moments, a hypocritical statement coming from Pops, given what I knew about him. He must have seen the raised eyebrow look I gave him, because he turned to me with a guilty grin. "Prob'ly best if you just don't say nuthin' right now."

I held up both hands, palms toward him. "Hey, far be it from me to intrude on a family matter! But if I were to say anything, I'd say that considering the source, it's probably great advice. I mean, who'd know better than you about the dangers of other men's wives, and..."

He cut me off, laughing. "Shut the hell up, my man. Shit, I should have known better." He dropped into a street patois, again impressing me with his chameleon-like mimicry skills. "Shit, don't no nigga get no mutha fuckin respect 'round here! You dis me son, you buyin a pile o' shit you don't want nuttin to do wit!"

I laughed. "Get used to it Pops, you can't get away with saying anything stupid around this group. Trust me, you will get called out on it. Come on, me and Ronnie will help you two get the stuff from the car."

Kori stood on deck and watched us leave as we headed up the dock toward shore, then up the short incline to the parking lot. Trell trailed behind us, not saying anything as we walked and talked. I don't know if it was just the age, the street-induced macho persona, or perhaps fear of or dislike for Pops, but he made no effort to join in. The funny thing was, I thought I had seen something in his face when he looked at his uncle; I just wasn't sure yet if it was fear, loathing, respect, or just an overwhelming desire to gain his approval. I thought maybe the latter two, but had not seen enough to be certain.

With Trell mute and me mostly lost in thought, Ron talked with Pops as we walked to the vehicles. I heard Ron reassure Pops that Trell could do no harm hanging around Kori, that she could handle herself just fine, and that, in any event, if he was going to be on the boat he would most likely have to barricade himself in his room to keep Kori away from him. I chuckled and nodded, knowing that to be true. Whether she decided to mother-hen him, or seduce him - or some twisted combination of the two - I knew that Kori had already set her sights on the young man. Knowing Kori, the five minutes she had spent alone with him had probably moistened her panties with thoughts of the possibilities ahead.

My old Jeep was parked alongside Tiffany's battered truck, both sizzling in the hot sun. I was amazed again at how much hotter it became just steps away from the lakeshore. There were three good sized boxes of supplies and a large, old, dented metal cooler sweltering in the back of my Jeep, and we pulled them out and poked around a little. It turned out that Pops had raided the larders at his restaurant, and we had what appeared to be enought to feed a party several times the size of our own, indefinitely. Then I considered the likely size of Pops' prodigous appetite, and that of a healthy nineteen year old male, and realized we'd need every bit of this.

In the cooler were fresh eggs, bacon, packages of steaks and chops. wrapped in white paper, chicken, fresh vegetables, a veritable cornucopia of goodies. The boxes too were jammed with food, bread, fruit, and the like. It appeared that our planned stop at the small store would be unnecessary. The sound of bottles clanking together in the box I pulled out grabbed Ronnie's attention, and he came over and peered in. It contained a variety of wine and spirits, items best gotten out of the intense heat as soon as possible, but Ron's eyes immediately lit on a distinctive dark green bottle in the midst of the others.

He pulled it out and looked at it, and his eyes widened as his mouth dropped open. "A 1974 Provenance Ardbeg twenty four year old single malt? Pops, I apologize for misjudging you! Here I thought you were just an average, ordinary guy, when you are, in fact, an ebony god! I've always wanted to try this - how did you get your hands on it?"

Pops laughed, then frowned at him. "What, you think a brotha can't have the right contacts for the finer things? It just happens that I entertained a couple from the bonnie Isle of Islay a few years back, showed them around, shared a little, uh, quality time with the fair lassie, and they occasionally send me a little something as a token of appreciation. I've been saving this for a special occasion. You like scotch?"

I laughed. "You've found his weakness, his Achilles heel. You hold out that promise and you can get anything you want from Ronnie. And I do mean anything!"

Trell looked at us and shook his head, frowning. He grabbed up a box and headed back down the hill, his spine stiff, shoulders hunched forward. We closed up the car and followed, Ron and I each with a box and Pops taking up the big and ponderously heavy cooler as if it weighed nothing.

When we got back to the boat, Kori led us into the galley, where we dropped our loads. Boxes, I mean. Pops started to make sounds about taking over all the cooking chores - since he is a pro in the kitchen - but Kori wouldn't hear of it, insisting this not become a busman's holiday for him. As we turned to go back outside, they settled on a shared responsibility, agreeing to work together. That promised to be interesting, the giant Pops and relatively tiny Kori working around each other in that confined space!

The fact that Kristi and Tiff had not yet reappeared from her cabin gnawed at me; they had barely met, and had almost nothing in common. What could they possibly be doing? When I voiced my concern, Ronnie just laughed. "They have you in common, you big dummy. What do you suppose they're talking about?"

Trell, standing silently near us, laughed out loud when Ronnie said that, and we looked at him. He shrugged. "Sorry. He's right though. You have to be fuckin' nuts to ask your new girlfriend to come meet your future wife. For three solid days. Did I get that right?"

We were both silent for a moment, amazed that so many words in a row, strung together into a coherent thought and spoken clearly with no ghetto thrown in, had issued from his mouth. I shook myself. "Well, she's not really my girlfriend, but yeah, otherwise that's pretty much it. And fuckin' nuts seems to be the consensus."

Trell shook his head. "They sure are three beautiful ladies though." He glanced at us. "Pops will be going crazy, he loves the ladies."

Ignoring the meat of his statement, I queried him on his use of his uncle's name. "You call him Pops? I thought you called him Uncle Reggie."

He laughed conspiratorially, the three of us guys trading secrets and talking about the eternal topic: women. "I just call him that to piss him off, because he calls me Douglas. He'll break first and start calling me Trell, you'll see." His mind shifted. "Ron, your wife is sure sweet. You watch her around my uncle."

Ron looked at him. "She's one of a kind Trell, glad you like her. I sure do. But she can take care of herself. Besides, I think you're more her type."

That left Trell momentarily speechless and, I think, blushing. He's very dark, and despite considerable contact with African-Americans through my college roommate, sports, and life in general, I couldn't really tell.

Ron went on, glossing over the moment. "Hey, you guys untie us and I'll pull us over to the fuel pumps to top us off, then we can get out of here."
We did as requested, and he did, and twenty minutes later we pulled away from the dock and headed out to open water.

Kristi and Tiff had finally reappeared, chatting like the best of friends, although there seemed to be a serious game of one-upmanship going on; when either of them told a story or related a prior experience, the other seemed determined to top it. It looked like it stood a good possibility of turning into one of those 'first liar doesn't have a chance' scenarios. Ron tried to intervene by distracting them, calling out from where he sat at the helm.

"Wow Tiffany, what did you do with the dusty cowgirl that came on board just a little while ago, and who is this sexy broad that took her place?"

Personally, I thought she'd looked really good in the tight jeans, but he had a point. She was wearing what I was almost sure was one of Kristi's tops, a tight fitting, horizontally striped orange and white knit number that would have showed off her ample breasts even had it been a dark solid. The light color and stripes accentuated and defined her curves, the stripes bending and swooping over large, perfectly shaped breasts that had heretofore been hidden under loose fitting western shirts and baggy tops. If it was in fact Kristi's top, it was now being asked to work harder than it ever had needed to to contain Kristi's perfect but smaller rack. The stripes also drew attention to the large nubs of her nipples, jutting out as long and thick as the last joint of my pinky finger. My mouth immediately performed a Pavlov's response, and I swallowed noisily.

Tiffany's ribs tapered sharply inward under her breasts, to a narrow waist and flat stomach left exposed by the tight, short top, before the flare of her hips curved back out to where an equally tight pair of white shorts hugged her hipbones. The shorts were either her own or Kori's; anything designed for Kristi's narrow hips and tight little ass would not have made it past Tiffany's more pronounced curves without complete system failure and loss of integrity.

I decided they were probably Kori's, because I could not envision Tiffany buying herself anything that fit so tightly that it formed and defined her full, firm ass, or which left her with such a pronounced and eye-catching cameltoe where her thighs met. Neither of those items looked like something Tiffany would choose for herself, but she did look gloriously sexy and wanton in them; the long, flowing shimmer of auburn hair around her face, neck and shoulders, where they had loosened and combed out her ponytail, completed the look.

Every male on board stopped and stared, and Tiffany blushed as Pops recovered first and just said "Whoooeee, and holy crap! I mean, wow!" Knowing that he'd known her for years, and had seen her naked, on many occasions - had, in fact, been inside of her - the fact that he was so stunned spoke volumes about her new look. Trell and I each let out a long, low whistle at the same time, and we glanced at each other and laughed. Ron was speechless, a rare occasion, and his eyes just kept wandering her curves, drinking her in.

Kristi smiled. "So you guys approve?" We all nodded, a bunch of mute bobbly-head dolls. She laughed. "See, I told you! Just show off those amazing curves of yours, let your hair do its thing, just that tiny touch of makeup I put on you, and viola! You knocked their socks off girl - you need to stop hiding your light under all that dust and denim."

Whatever Kristi had done, I hadn't even noticed the makeup until she mentioned it. It was subtle, great eyelashes and just a slight darkening to make her eyes stand out, a pale lip gloss, some sort of shading that de-emphasized the slight offset in her nose, maybe by showing off her cheekbones, and the small scar on her chin had completely disappeared. Somehow she had done it without stealing the glorious character of Tiffany's unique face, but had just perfected and refined her. It was a face that belonged on the cover of Vogue, or Cosmo, and I said so.

"Wow! The cowgirl goes Madison Avenue! Stunning! I got a hunch them boys in Hanksville ain't never seen nuthin' like you. Them boys are gonna swallow their chew!"

She laughed, the tension broken, but she was clearly pleased by my reaction. For some reason, I sensed that my opinion meant more to her than that of the others. "Adam, they don't talk like that! You're doing Arkansas, not Utah."

Laughing, I replied. "What can I say, I'm not as talented as Pops. But seriously, wow! You looked great before, and you look incredible now."

Kristi smiled at me. "So I did good, huh?"

"You did great. I had no idea this was what you planned."

Kristi smiled again, favoring both Tiff and I with her thousand watt look. "I didn't, but her clothes were all too, um, conservative. And too extensive. Less is more, in this heat." She pretended to pout. "Of course, that top will never fit me again! If I put it on it will have two big stretched out pouches where boobs belong, and I can't do justice to that!"
Tiff blushed again as Kristi went on. "She has incredible tits, doesn't she babe?"

Taken off guard, I stammered. Even not taken off guard, how would I answer that? "I, uh, um, yeah, they, uh, yeah, amazing." I pointed at them, moving my finger back and forth. "I never saw those before Tiff, are they new?"

Both girls went off in peals of laughter. I breathed a sigh of relief. Once again, being an inept and inarticulate bumbler had saved me. Turning away, trying to escape, I stopped in my tracks. So did everyone else. We were all staring at Kori, who stood on the deck in front of us, her top in hand, her perky and perfectly formed breasts bare.

She looked at us, taking in Pops' stunned stare, Tiffany's apparent shock, and Trell's wide eyed but lustful look. "What? We're away from the dock, nobody is around. I've already been dressed too long. We do this, on this boat. You know, if you want to." She picked up the bottle of sunscreen. "Trell, will you please do my back so I don't burn? And remember everyone: What happens at Lake Powell stays at Lake Powell."

Wow! Nothing else I can say.

Oh boy, here we go. Leave it to Kori to get the ball rolling as soon as the boat leaves the dock. Poor Trell has no idea what's in store for him, the kid's going to learn a lot in a short period of time with those three women around.

I had to laugh, your job sounds a lot like Adam's job, is that just a coincidence?

Here's hoping that your home life situation improves quickly and you can get back to normal.

TrF2

Storm

This could be the cruise of the century. I can't wait.

GH

Stormy,
I admire your sense of occasion. Home life tough but the show goes on. Thanks. This still looks like the ingredients to another of your perfect sexual storms, and I'm starting to see where Trell fits in, so to speak ...

Thanks dr, good to hear from you again, glad you're hanging in there.

Trf2, it probably is mostly coincidence, since i wasn't in this situation when the story began. I appreciate the kind wishes, I'm sure it will all work out in the end. Now, I need to get Trell in some trouble...

Thanks GH, I'm hoping the cruise turns out well also. Can't forget that big Ranger out there somewhere...

Peak, writing this and reading GH, plus a few others from time to time, provides a great distraction from the other hassles. It's like therapy.
As I recall, Kori is not overly large inside, or tolerant of very big cocks, so I hope Trell fits in!
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Trell stood rooted in place just a moment too long, looking at Kori. Just as her words registered with him and he began to move toward her, Pops swooped in ahead of him. "I'll be happy to do the honors girl, you don't want to overheat that poor boy in his first hour on the boat." He paused for a moment, looking back at Trell. "Douglas, you need to get out of those hot banger clothes and get in something cool before you die, boy! That is just not right, you lookin' like a thug on a boat. This ain't no thug boat! And pull up your damn pants."

Trell glared at him. "What, and wear something that makes me look a fool like that shit you're wearing, Uncle Reginald?" He emphasized the name, as Pops had his, each knowing the other hated it, and I watched Pops as his back stiffened and his huge hands balled into fists. Both of these men seemed to be fine with all of us at this point, but the tension between them was palpable, and very uncomfortable for the rest of us.

My eyes met Tiffany's for a moment, and she gave a small shake of her head. I began to understand why she had been so hesitant and apologetic about having these two along. I winked at her, hoping to assure her things would be fine, while hoping I was right.

Kristi was wrapped up in their exchange as well, and to her credit, even though I knew she was somewhat put off by Trell's attitude, she stepped in and tried to defuse the situation. "Come on Trell. Your uncle is being a butt, but he's right. Ronnie and Adam always dress cool, like in swimsuits or shorts, so you won't look out of place. Besides, I bet you have better legs than either of those guys!"

He turned to her, and she smiled, lighting up, focusing her energy on him, and I watched some of the anger leave his body. He shrugged it off and reached for his bags. Kristi took the smaller one from him. "I'll show you your cabin. You do have some cool clothes along, right? I mean, everything is not like this..." She paused, not sure what to say without putting her foot in it. He didn't seem to notice.

"I got a swimsuit. Not like theirs. Do you swim in this?" He looked over the rail at the dark water passing beneath us, clearly skeptical.

Kristi laughed. "Sure! Not while we're moving, but it feels great on these hot days, when we're stopped somewhere."

He looked again at the lake. "It looks deep."

I laughed. "It is. Maybe a couple hundred feet here, but over five hundred at the deepest spot."

His eyes widened. "I can't swim in no five hundred feet of water! I could drown!"

Pops laughed, which caused Trell's hackles to rise again, but I took a serious tone with him. "Are you a good swimmer?"

"I can swim a little."

"Can you swim in eight feet of water?"

He frowned. "Yeah, pretty good. But that's only eight feet, not hundreds!"

I shrugged. "No difference, they're both over your head. Once you're past six feet or so, it's really just all in your mind." He looked very doubtful, which I could understand. I remembered, the first time snorkeling over a coral reef, when I had swum past the outer edge of the reef and looked down to see the ocean-face of the reef disappearing into blackness below, my stomach plummeting with it. It's an odd and unsettling situation, even though you know, in your mind, that you can stay at the surface.

I understood his trepidation. "Don't worry, where we anchor it will be shallower. We may even find a beach, or some sloping rocks or something. We're not going to make you swim here." I smiled, trying to ease his mind.

I could see he still harbored doubts as Kristi led him away, but at least the face-off between him and Pops had been avoided. Pops shook his head as Trell disappeared with Kristi into the salon, and then down the hall. The steps down to the other cabins were just beyond our own, and I knew she would help him get situated. The thought of them alone together in his cabin flitted around my mind, but as Kristi had never shown any fascination with black men - had, in fact, expressed a lack of interest - it didn't weigh on me. The fact that she had taken over as hostess, looking out first for Tiffany, and now for Trell, actually struck me as more strange.

Pops sighed as he stepped to Kori's side. "That boy can flat get to me! I don't know why I let him push my buttons like that."
He absent-mindedly took the lotion from Kori and squirted a generous dollop into the palm of his hand. Using his other hand to push her hair out of the way, he began to rub it on her bare back. His huge bulk, towering over her, and his dark and enormous hand on the flawless pale skin of her back made a stark contrast, but a strangely exotic and erotic combination.

I stepped to the door into the salon, winking at Tiff as I passed her. She followed me, and I stopped in the door, half in, half out, and spoke to Ron where he sat at the helm. "Are you watching your little vixen of a wife?"

"Absolutely!"

Silly question on my part, apparently. Time for another. "Enjoying it?"

His eyes flicked to me, and he frowned, then returned his gaze to Kori. "Are you kidding? Look at her!"

I did. We both did, Tiff and me. Kori had raised both hands above her head, using them to grasp and lift her own hair out of the way so that Pops could use both hands, and he was. Trell forgotten, he was warming to the task at hand. His two huge hands on her back covered her from the tops of her shoulders to below her shoulder blades, and as he ran them down in streaks of creamy white lotion his thick fingers slid over the sides of her ribcage, almost touching the outer curve of her full breasts. At her waist he paused, the heels of his hands on the upper curve of her hips, his thumbs touching over her spine, his fingers wrapping her sides to the edges of her taut stomach. It looked like he could pick her up, as if she were a child, and do whatever he wanted to her. He probably could.

Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him and spoke. I could hear what she said, but knew that Ronnie couldn't. Tiff heard her as well, and shook her head. "This may be a new record for him. And, lest you have any doubt, that's saying something!"

I laughed. "That's just because he never met Kori before. And, lest you have any doubt, it's probably not a new record for her."

Tiffany laughed, that clear, bell-like laugh of hers, and Ron stared at us. "What? What's funny? What did she say?"

Tiff and I looked at each other, and I inclined my head toward Ron, the 'you tell him' maneuver, so she did. She looked at him pityingly. "She said for him to hurry up and finish her back so he could do her front."

Ron nodded. "Oh. Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm just surprised that she still has the bottom of her suit on - oh, wait, I spoke too soon!"

We looked back. Sure enough, she hooked the sides of her suit with her thumbs and quickly wriggled out of it, catching it with one toe and expertly kicking it up onto one of the lounge chairs. A foot further and it would have been through the rail and into the lake, never to be seen again, unless perhaps it had wrapped around the propeller. She turned slightly as she did that, and now faced more toward us, at an angle. She faced Ronnie's position almost directly, which I knew was not by accident.

She stood naked now, in front of Pops, looking small and vulnerable against his dark bulk. The contrast of their sizes , and their colors, his dark, hulking masculinity over her pale, nubile and almost fragile looking femininity, was almost shocking, and her rigidly erect and jutting pink nipples told us all we needed to know about her. As he completed rubbing the lotion into her back he raised his head and looked intently through the glass, into Ronnie's face. Ron shrugged and gave him a small smile.

Taking that as the permission that it was, he wrapped his big mitts around her hips and pulled her back against him, his hands then moving in front to completely cover her stomach as he pressed her to him, then up to engulf and smother her breasts. Kori's mouth opened slightly to gasp in a breath at the same time her eyes closed, and her head went back against his chest. He crushed her tits in his hands, squeezing and kneading them, and we heard her low moan.

Her arms dropped to her sides, inside of his, and went back, behind her, to find him. Her hands found the outside of his thighs, and stopped for a moment before her left one came around the front of his leg and grasped his cock through his pants. Or, I should say, I assume it was his cock. The way her hand wrapped the khaki fabric around his shaft it looked more like she was holding a baseball bat or some such thing through his pants, her fingers not even near to reaching around the girth of his penis. Touching her body and being touched himself had hardened him fully, and Kori now had in her hand that same massive cock I remembered seeing in action at his cafe. Her eyes opened, a look of shock and surprise on her face, and she and Ron stared at each other for a moment, but she did not release her grip on that massive organ. She smiled at Ron, enjoying his reaction, enjoying the feel of the big, hard cock in her hand.

Ron, with a better angle than us to see what his wife held in her hand, breathed out the word "Fuck!"

Tiffany looked at him. "Yeah Ron, he's huge, big as one of my stallions. The man is truly, epically hung. He can be very gentle, but I hope your wife likes 'em big! You know, if in fact you're going to let her do this."

Ron just looked at her for a moment, then back out at Kori and Pops. He made no response to her statement, I suppose since it had not really been a question. I answered instead. "No, she doesn't. Not really. I mean, she likes the idea, and it turns her on tremendously, but she's not really built to take one..."

I trailed off as I caught her staring at me, an amused look on her face. She smiled. "Gosh Adam, you seem to know an awful lot about your best friend's wife. Now I wonder, how would you have come by all that information? Was it just something you discussed over drinks, or maybe just a guess...?"

She was enjoying teasing me. It was good to see her relaxed and playful, and it didn't hurt that she looked so damn good. Even better when she smiled. I smiled back at her. "What can I say, we're just really good friends. I mean, really, really good friends. Right Ronnie?"

He glanced at us, loath to take his eyes off his wife. "Tiff, Adam is hung like a horse too. In fact, his nickname is Mule, he probably didn't tell you that. He's too big for Kori, it makes her uncomfortable, and yes, we do know each other that way. Pops looks even bigger, so I don't know what will happen. Now will you two shut up and stop interrupting?"

He turned back to watching Kori and Pops. He still had one of her breasts mashed in his huge hand, but his other had slid down to the juncture of her thighs, his broad palm completely covering her mound, his fingers between her legs - which she had obligingly spread apart to allow him access - and her hips moved rhythmically, telling us that at least one of his thick fingers was inside of her. The thought crossed my mind that his fingers were each not only longer than Ronnie's cock, but thicker, and I knew that Ron must have realized that as well. She was eagerly squeezing and stroking his cock, as best she could through his pants.

To my surprise, Tiffany was not done. She crossed to Ron, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders. "So Ronnie, are you hung too? Is this some kind of giant cock cruise, where you tempt a few unsuspecting women aboard and then take turns ravaging them with your enormous manhood? Manhoods? Menhood? Oh hell, your huge cocks?"

I winced, but Ron just glanced up at her momentarily before returning his attention to his wife. He spoke without looking at her again. "No. No, as a matter of fact, I have a small one. Actually, a tiny little dick, really more of a dicklet. That's one of the reasons that I get so much enjoyment out of seeing the pleasure my Kori gets when she's with someone better endowed. Which is almost anyone."

Tiffany blushed, then looked at me, a horrified look on her face, wishing she could retract her teasing words. "Ronnie, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."
Ron cut her off. "Tiff, it's all right. I know who and what I am, and I make up for it in other ways. I compensate. Take Adam for instance; he may be hung, but I'm smarter, richer, and wa-a-a-a-y-y better looking. Plus I'm just so damn lovable!"

She glanced at me, and I shrugged and smiled. "What can I say, I can't argue with him when he's right."

Ron went on. "I don't suppose there's much chance, but I can always hope that Trell has a micro penis so that I'm not the smallest on the boat. That would be nice, for a change."

Hearing voices behind us, we turned. The first thing we saw was Trell and Kristi emerging from the hall. The second was the small, enigmatic smile on Kristi's face, teasing, yet announcing that she knew something we did not. The third thing we noticed was that Ronnie's wish was not to be granted, not this trip. Trell's suit, the one that he had brought along that was "not like ours", was a red and white striped Speedo, red with a broad diagonal stripe of white across the front (and, I discovered later, the rear), and the pouch in front was well stuffed. Scarcely the little nubbin Ron had hoped for, the package-displaying suit showed off a chunky, bulging lower part, attesting to a hefty set of balls, and a long, cylindrical ridge which crossed from the white into the red stripe, jutting out in an obscene bulge before curving off toward his left hip.

The boy was plainly hung. Kristi winked at me. Fireworks went off in my groin, and my stomach performed a complete 360 back flip. Tiffany just shook her head, smiled, and patted Ronnie gently on the shoulder.

Storm,

Wasting no time I see. I was sure the fireworks wouldn't begin for at least a few more segments. Thanks again for such a well written story.

Justaguy

Our little Kori is kind of putting herself between a rock and a hard place, err....cock, so to speak, isn't she? We already know that her pussy, as wonderful and talented as it is, isn't able to handle width, girth or length, so why is she going down this road? Doesn't she know that Pop's dick is kind of like a Ferrarri? You can't just start it up and leave it idling in the garage, you've got to get that thing out there and run the hell out of it or it will get all mucked up and never work properly again. I don't think Pops is going to be happy with a hand job or even a blow job, he wants a warm moist place to park that big black snake of his. Hey, maybe Ranger Rick will find Pops attractive, who knows?

Once again, you're letting my wicked imagination run rampant. I know there are a few more twists and turns coming, I just can't wait to get started.

Thanks Stormy, awesome job.

Storm

I love the way you keep remixing your characters to come up with new situations that they have to muddle their way through.

You are a master story teller.

Thanks for your efforts.

GH

Thanks justaguy, I'm still not sure this will be fireworks. Maybe just sparklers and bottle rockets. I appreciate the kind words!

You're a wildman Trf2, you do come up with some crazy scenarios! Not sure what will happen just yet, but I'm pretty sure that Pops and the Ranger will not find true happiness together and ride off to Brokeback Mountain.

Thanks GH, you know how much I value your opinion. By the way, muddle is my middle name. Or would that be middle is my....oh, never mind!

Going to be gone for awhile now, not sure how long. It's such a nuisance when one's real life messes up one's virtual life!

MUGGLE ?

MUGGLE, peak? Isn't that a Harry Potter thing? He is definitely not going to be making an appearance in this story!
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Ronnie just shook his head, muttering "Damn!" under his breath. He returned his gaze to his wife, as did I after briefly catching Kristi's eye, noticing her wink that said she had something she wanted to tell me. To my surprise, Kori now stood alone on the deck in front of us, a slightly dazed and confused look on her face, a look that was as much forlorn as anything. Pops had abandoned her, apparently very suddenly, and he now sat on one of the lounge chairs on the deck, a towel bunched in his lap to hide his bulging erection.

It took me a moment to realize that he had not wanted Trell to catch him fooling around with Kori! The fact that he had no qualms about us seeing him at play seemed completely at odds with his behavior around his nephew, and I began to slowly understand that he was trying to set a positive example for the younger man, that despite their apparent animosity toward each other he still felt that he needed to try to be a positive influence in his nephew's life. This cruise promised to be a very trying time for him at this rate, and I resolved to find a way to tell him that Trell already knew that his uncle was a legendary cocksman and pussy hound.

As for poor Kori, she stood there looking over at Pops, wondering what the hell had just happened. I glanced at Trell, whose eyes had locked onto Kori, running over her body, taking in every little bit of her naked flesh. For anyone that knew her - and maybe even for anyone that didn't - her arousal was very evident, her face and neck flushed, her lips puffy and wet, and her nipples erect, rosy, jutting out and begging for attention. At her crotch her small patch of hair failed to hide the bulging hood of pink flesh that struggled to cover her rigid clit as it protruded from between her puffy and damp looking outer lips. She looked like a woman ready to be fucked, indeed, a woman that had been expecting to be, and now suddenly found herself deserted.

Her eyes found Ronnie, and then me, and I could see the question in them, but then she saw Trell and I think she began to understand what had just happened. She glanced again at Pops, then back to Trell, and her eyes dropped to his groin, fixating on the significant and probably growing bulge in his tight suit.

Her face lit in a delighted smile, and she crossed to him and took his arm.
"Trell, you are just beautiful! Come out in the sun so we can get a good look at you." She pulled him out through the door of the lounge and onto the deck as he held the shirt he was carrying in front of him, no doubt trying to hide the very natural reaction that seeing a naked and horny Kori had caused. She'd have none of that, taking it from him and tossing it aside onto a chair, as he immediately dropped his hands, clasping them in front of him in a vain attempt to accomplish the same thing.

Kori was right though, he was beautiful. He looked like something a great sculptor might have carved out of a block of black granite, something that had taken months or years to carve, smooth, polish, and perfect. He was slender and sleek, his brown skin flawless as it stretched over lean, perfectly defined muscles, his shoulders broad enough to allow for a pronounced taper to his narrow waist, a perfect, hard-looking six-pack of muscles defining his abdomen. The muscles of his arms and legs were long and sleek, endurance muscle rather than power muscle, yet they bulged in all the right places to capture the eyes of all three of the women on the boat, and his high, round butt wrapped in the tight red and white suit looked like it was designed for thrusting. For hours. Which I'm very sure they all noticed.

If Pops was a Bull Mastiff in his build and demeanor, then Trell was more of a Greyhound, or perhaps a Doberman, all wound up spring and ready for launch, built for speed and endurance. While he had had eyes only for the naked Kori, all three ladies were busy drinking in his young, sleek body. I felt Kristi's arm slip around my waist as she came to my side, while Tiffany still stood by Ronnie, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Kristi leaned close to my ear. "Pretty impressive, huh?"

I nodded. "He looks like something Michelangelo might have carved, in his prime."

Kristi laughed. "Maybe, except old Mike never would have given him a cock like that! All of his male nudes had tiny little peckers. I never understood that."

I shrugged. "He used a lot of white marble, so he always carved white guys."

Kristi laughed, and Ronnie let out a snort of laughter as well while Tiff smiled and shook her head. "This is going to be a fun couple of days. You guys are all plainly nuts. How did you manage to seem so normal when you came into the cafe?"

I laughed. "I am, Tiff. Totally normal, very quiet and reserved, shy, even. But when I get around this lady, and Ronnie and his crazy wife, they bring out the worst in me. I'd have to say they are a very bad influence."

Kristi nodded. "Yeah, that's it. He's a regular choirboy when he's not around us." She smacked my butt. "Come on, let's go get some beers and sit on the deck so I can admire our young friend."

We took drink orders, everyone settling for a beer of one type or another, and as we delivered them I paused with Kori and Trell for a moment, just long enough to see Kori reach out and trace the prominent bulge of his hard cock through his suit, one finger running up the ridge of his cock from his balls to the tip. He gasped and pulled away, the whites of his eyes showing all the way around as he looked at me. "Don't! Damn! Your husband is right over there - are you crazy?"

Kori chuckled. "It's OK Trell, I wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble. Ronnie doesn't mind when I find somebody I want to play with."

He stared at me, and I nodded. "She's telling the truth. And you can blame your uncle for getting her all hot and horny, he's the one that sicced her on you, even if it was unintentional." I held out the beers. "Here K, take your beer. At least that will keep one of your hands occupied for awhile."

Trell took his - yes, I know he's under age, but we're out on a private boat, so who's gonna tell - and Kori took hers. She regarded it for a moment. "Well, it's round and thick and brown, but it's not what I wanted to hold in my hand!"

Trell let out a surprised snicker, and I laughed. "Jeez K, you are such a slut! Put you out on the water and all of your inhibitions just fall away, don't they, like dropping a stone in the lake, it just disappears. Watch yourself around this one Trell, when she's in this mood there's no stopping her."

I crossed to Kristi, who, after delivering the bottles she'd carried, had stopped near the rail and now stood there alone. "Hey. You want to start a pool on how long it is before Kori has Trell inside of her? We can go mouth or pussy to keep it simple."

She looked at me. "He is pretty, isn't he? Almost makes me wish I had a thing for black guys - although Pops is awfully sexy. I knew Kori would like Trell a lot. He's cute though, when I asked him if he needed me to come in and help him change into his suit he got so flustered and embarrassed he could hardly talk." She laughed. "Then when he came out I asked him if he was smuggling a banana and it embarrassed him all over again. Pretty funny. Kori's gonna eat him alive."

"Probably. Lucky him, huh?" I looked at her. "Are you OK? you just seem kind of, I don't know, off or something."

She didn't say anything, and for several seconds her glorious eyes just held mine, looking for something. Finally, she spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, I guess. I just keep thinking about you. Hon', if Lee does show up tonight, are you sure you'll be all right if things get, you know, wild? I mean, if you don't want to go through with it, we won't."

I'd known that of course, inside, but this was the first time she'd said so. I knew how much she wanted to play out her fantasy, so it meant a lot to me that she'd offer to set it aside. "Thanks, I appreciate that, but I guess maybe we should try. I mean, it excites me and scares me at the same time. You know how I am."

She smiled. "I do. You're kinky but chicken..."

I interrupted. "Which is better than being kinky with chickens."

She laughed. "Idiot. No, I mean, if it starts going bad for you, if you get upset, shouldn't we have a code word or something in case you want me to stop?"

I shrugged. "How about if I just say 'stop'?"

She shook her head. "You're not very good at this, are you? When it comes to secret code words, that one is pretty lame. Do you still use 1-2-3-4 for your computer password?"

I nodded, and she laughed again. "OK, we'll do it your way. At least you won't have to try to remember some obscure code word in a moment of duress. Stop. That's weak Adam, really weak. Do you really think he'll come?"

I nodded. "I told you, he wouldn't miss it for the world. Not to have a shot at you. Relax, he'll be here."

Pops chose that moment, his erection apparently faded enough to not show, to rise from the lounge chair and cross to us. Now it just looked like there was a ferret moving around in his pants instead of like he was stealing a baseball bat. He dropped his huge arm over Kristi's shoulders, and despite nearly sagging under the weight she smiled and looked up at him, leaning into his body. "Hi Pops. Have you recovered from Kori abusing you?"

He laughed and pulled her against him. "That's the kind of abuse a man could grow to love! Is your friend always so blatantly sexual?"

I answered first. "No, not always. Most of the time, though."

He laughed again. "My kind of woman, and, more importantly, with my kind of husband. Would you believe, some people think I'm like that too, oversexed, like Kori?"

Kristi and I both laughed. "No, that's hard to believe. Where would they get that idea?"

He shrugged his big shoulders, feigning confusion. "I don't know. Hey, who wants something to eat?"

I didn't, not really, but could see that he did and so agreed that a snack would be a good idea. We called Kori and Trell over and asked them, getting an enthusiastic response from Trell, lukewarm from Kori. All she wanted to eat was Trell, I think, but we all traipsed inside and Kori broke off from Trell and followed Pops into the galley to rustle up some kind of snack or appetizer. At least now Ronnie and Tiff could be included in the conversation, since we were all together again, although they seemed to have been perfectly happy together inside, just talking to each other. I knew Ron had as big a soft spot for Tiffany and her story as I did, and she seemed to genuinely like him, which is very easy to do. He's that kind of guy. Still, I was glad they'd hit it off so well.

And so we moved across the lake, to where Ranger Lee had directed us, knowing full well that he had done so in order to show up there himself, to find us, to come and take my Kristi, to make love to her, to enjoy her amazing body and make her make sounds that only I should cause her to make. My palms were sweaty, and there was a tingle of anticipation and excitement in my belly, way down low, but I had no appetite for food. None at all.

Well I guess invoking Potter kept the magic going. Again. Great to see you back Stormy. Hope the early return is better news for you for a change.

I must say I seem to share your premonition of the Ranger man. No good can come of it I fear, and I would like to see just what Kori makes of her finger licking good snack too. I just wonder who will keep our fair Tiffany warm at night too. You have stirred the pot well again Stormy. A master chef as ever.

Welcome back, once again Stormy. I'm certainly interested to see how this thing with the ranger plays out, I'm hoping it doesn't turn out badly. It makes me uncomfortable to say the least, but I'm sure you've got it all worked out. Hey, worst case, Adam has Rain sitting back at the house, patiently awaiting his return. And Tiffany, and Kori, and the neighbors, and the dog, oh, wait, that's a different story.

Hope things settle down for you a little bit here in the future.

TrF2

her arousal was very evident, her face and neck flushed, her lips puffy and wet, and her nipples erect, rosy, jutting out and begging for attention. At her crotch her small patch of hair failed to hide the bulging hood of pink flesh that struggled to cover her rigid clit as it protruded from between her puffy and damp looking outer lips. She looked like a woman ready to be fucked.

And that passage is a classic example of why you are a master of erotic writing. I continue to be in awe.

Thank you for your efforts.

GH

This story needs to stay on the first page.

Let's get you back up to the top along with GH. This should trick everyone into thinking that you've posted another segment. Soon I hope.

TrF2

Bump up time.

Thanks guys, for all of the nice comments and of course for the bump-ups. I was gone much longer than expected, and when I returned still didn't have access right away. I sure appreciate everyone's patience and support. Now, where was I...
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We all mixed and intermingled, drifting from conversation to conversation as we made our way across the lake and northeast along the southeast shore. Pops and Kori combined to produce some incredibly tasty little snacks involving something Pops called olive chutney - which he had made himself - spread on small, crispy bread squares that had been brushed with a garlic infused olive oil and broiled to a golden brown. Thinking of him as more of a cafe-style short order cook, I was surprised by the beautiful presentation and delicate blending of flavors and textures of his creation.

I hadn't thought I was very hungry, but they proved me wrong, and when I commented on how much I was enjoying their creation he and Kori just smiled and exchanged a look. Pops raised his eyebrows as he looked at me. "This young lady is multi-talented, as it turns out. Beautiful, smart, sexy - and knows her way around the kitchen. A woman after my own heart!"

Kori grinned as she put her arm around his waist and leaned into him. "Thanks, but would it surprise you to learn that your heart is not necessarily what I'm after?" Pops guffawed and squeezed her to him, surely crushing the breath right out of her. Kori had slid into a pale yellow t-shirt, one which was just an inch or two too short to fully cover her female bits, and when Pops pulled her close it rode up a little more. Seemingly out of my control, my eyes dropped to the narrow landing strip of soft curls on her mound, and to the pink, jutting hood over her swollen clit which was plainly visible just below. I felt the pull of her sexuality, and when I swallowed it seemed loud, in my head.

I quickly looked up to see if she had noticed my distraction, only to find her watching me, a small, sexy smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. She winked at me, letting me know I'd been busted, and I could only laugh and shake my head. Kori will always be Kori, whether caring and gentle, soft and mothering, or shooting sparks of sexuality and desire. There was no deception or pretense in her, no trace of phoniness or affectation. She is what she appears, always and forever, and I love her for that.

Pops released her, and she wandered off to join the conversation involving her husband and Tiffany, her round and lush little bottom winking attractively and unabashedly back at us below the hem of the short t-shirt. We both watched her departure - we were helpless not to - and then looked at each other, and grinned.

Pops said "Damn!" in that way that only black people seem to be able to say it, but I knew exactly what he meant. Deprived of Kori's mind-sapping sexual aura, we were able to speak intelligently, and I asked him about the food, about how he'd learned to do food so well.

He just smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. I tried not to stagger. "It's a passion for me Adam, one of many. I learned here and there, from some sharing and giving people far more skilled than me. I love to eat, and I love to see people enjoy eating. Did you really enjoy that?"

I nodded. "Absolutely! Those were delicious, good even with my beer but probably even better with a nice Chianti or something."

He smiled and looked thoughtful. "A nice Sangiovese would probably do better with the rich flavors of the garlic and olives. I just happen to have a very good one - should we test my theory?"

We did, and he was correct. The flavors were perfect together, an orgasm in my mouth, and we shared our discovery with the others as we made our way up-lake. The appetizer moved smoothly into dinner prep, another Italian-esque creation that he and Kori collaborated on, moving smoothly and playfully around each other in the small kitchen, touching, laughing, discussing the food and keeping each other in a heightened state of arousal throughout.

Trell expressed an interest in piloting the boat, and Ronnie grudgingly gave up the drivers seat, standing at the younger man's shoulder to give guidance and training, subtly protecting his investment. The boat was, after all, signed out in Ron's name. It struck me as more than a little strange that he was less willing to yield control of the boat than he was to share his wife, but then I knew that was how they lived, that the decision to allow her to sleep with other men was as much hers at this point as it was his.

We found Ranger Lee's cove just at sunset, the cliffs around it blazing gloriously in golds, reds and oranges up high and descending into purple and indigo shadows lower down, close to the water, which was reflecting the blazing sky. Although I didn't want to, I had to admit that he had sent us to a place of incredible beauty and grandeur, a place he could have just kept to himself. A small trade, maybe, for his desire for Kristi? It's a trade I wouldn't have made, despite the spectacular sunset, except that it was what she wanted too, so I tried to just enjoy it and ignore the sharp jab of jealousy and the enticing tingle of arousal that pulled me in opposite directions every time I thought about what might lie ahead.

We anchored and ate a wonderful dinner, the sauces delicate oils, herbs, and spices, garlic scenting the air, salad followed by pasta and chicken, cut into small bits and saturated with their flavorful sauce. No marinara, no puttanesca, no alfredo, it was all herbs and olive oil, light and delicate, a work of art. The compliments and the wine flowed freely, and a warm glow suffused our little group, a sense of well-being, a group of friends enjoying each other and a fine meal together. Even the animosity and tension between Pops and Trell seemed to fade, and Trell was truly appreciative, perhaps stunned, by his uncle's abilities with food. It was a side of Pops that neither he nor any of us were aware of, with the possible exception of Tiff. She probably knew a lot about any number of his passions and abilities.

I helped clean up after dinner, as did the others that had not taken part in the preparation, and it took little time with many hands at work. We sat on the upper deck then and looked at the night sky, talking, enjoying the slowly cooling night air. Kori seemed entirely unconcerned with the fact that the eyes of all four men aboard were drawn frequently and inexorably to her naked sex, although, knowing her, I knew that she was being slowly pushed to a fevered state of arousal by the knowledge that we were looking at her. The seemingly innocent parting of her thighs was absolutely intentional, a purposeful tease. I knew that; I wondered if the others did.

Around ogling Kori, I had been watching a slowly gathering thunderstorm, a dark smudge in the sky far to our south that was showing the frequent and persistent flashes of lightning characteristic of a desert storm full of electricity.

The food and wine had made me drowsy, and rather than continue to drift foggily in and out of the conversation I rose and walked to the rail to watch the storm. I estimated that it was at least forty miles south of us, and was moving slowly to the northeast. In the clear air of the desert night the lightning was plainly visible and awe-inspiring, and even the thunder could be heard, faint and echoing throught the cliffs and canyons. It was too far, and the lightning too frequent, to tie a particular rumble of thunder to a specific flash of lightning, but it was a great show, and I watched.

I felt a soft touch in the small of my back and then a hand ran up my spine to mid-back and down again, and Kristi leaned her head against my shoulder. "You and your storms. I'll never understand why you like these violent thunderstorms so much. They scare me."

I smiled at her and put my arm protectively around her shoulders. "No need to fear this one. It's moving northeast, but it will be way east of us before it gets this far north. It is beautiful though, don't you think?"

She shrugged. "I suppose. Beautiful, but scary. All that noise."

I laughed. "It's not the noise that will get you, it's the lightning. When you see the flash and hear the noise at about the same instant, that's when you know you're in trouble." Words of personal wisdom, gained a few years earlier when I'd been trapped above timberline at over 13,000 feet by a sudden squall. Totally exposed, no place to hide, all the hairs on my body standing out with the electrical charge in the air around me and the surrounding rocks seeming to give off sparks, I'd hunkered down next to a large boulder, keeping only the rubber soles of my boots in contact with the earth as the world exploded around me.

Flashes of lightning so close that I could hear the sizzle of electricity and the clap of thunder collide and taste the ozone in the air, I'd trembled, terrified but awe-struck, half expecting to die but thinking that might just be OK. It would be a good way to go, and a good place. The thunder had been so close and so intense that it seemed to hammer my ribcage, driving the breath from my body, and I was enveloped by clouds and pelted by sleet in mid-July.

It had passed quickly, just a small storm, a minor demonstration of the power of nature, but in my mind it seemed to go on forever. It's there still, I think, and my love of storms might just be a reflection of the power and exhiliration I'd felt after surviving that one. It had been blind dumb luck that I had, my stupidity at allowing myself to get caught in that situation should have killed me - it would have been right - but I'd lived, and I'd felt more alive than ever before in my life. I'd liked storms when I was younger. From that day on I'd loved them, and Kristi knew that.

She stood with me, watching the storm, and we held each other. In our own world, the others ignored, forgotten, we held each other, and I felt her love and knew she felt mine. It was just us, her and me, the way it was meant to be. As the storm moved, the thunder became louder, less echo-filled, and seemed to become deeper somehow. We could feel the vibration now, and see the sheets of rain hanging below the clouds whenever the lightning back-lit them.

I felt and heard a long low rumble of thunder, and it seemed to go on and on, stretching impossibly long, actually becoming louder rather than tapering off. Suddenly I knew, and when Kristi looked up at me, a puzzled expression on her perfect face, I smiled gently at her. "It's a boat motor babe. A big one, powerful. It's time. Your Ranger is coming for you."

Welcome back, Stormy. I hope everything's going on well with your business and all.

Truly enjoyed the journey through to gourmet land and thunderstorm cove. Now I'm hot for the next developments... Great writing again, my compliments.
Cliffa

So good to see you're back Stormy, you were definitely missed.

You know, your brilliance shows, even in your descriptive explanation of something as mundane as a thunderstorm, or in describing a cove at sunset. I could picture it perfectly in my mind. You are so expressive, your words just seem to flow so easily.

I hope that Ranger Rick hits a rock with his big fucking boat and sinks and gets eaten by a shark or the Loch Ness Monster.

Welcome back Stormy

TrF2

Stormy

Wellcome back. I also wish that Ranger proves he is an ass hole like Adam said.

The lake storm is nothing with all the energy at the boat. Well cum back.
contdoc

Thanks guys, I appreciate the welcomes back and the kind words. It's good to be back and writing again, I hope it goes on for awhile. Things are still a bit fluid.
You know Trf2, if the ranger gets killed it would blow a big hole in my story. Not sure I can let that happen! The lightning thing, exposed at high altitude? Terrifying, truly, but awe-inspiring, and what an adrenaline flood afterward! Dumb to get caught, but lucky to be here to write another day.

Kristi continued to look at me, her eyes widening. "Really? Do you think that's what that is?"

I nodded. "Yeah, pretty sure. It sure isn't thunder, that I know."

She continued to regard me, her expression softening to concern. "What are we going to do?"

I laughed, I couldn't help it. Her question just struck me as so incongruous considering her anticipation of this very moment. I kissed her. "I love you, you know that? Here you are, all hot and horny looking forward to this night, and now that it's here you're the one that's acting nervous." I kissed her again. "I don't know babe, what are we going to do?"

"Well... I mean, are you OK with it? You can say no right now, and I'll go along..."

"Kristi, my love, why don't we just kind of go forward and see what happens. Maybe he just smelled the food and isn't even interested in you any more."

She gave me a skeptical look, and I laughed again. "I know, fat chance of that, but I can dream, can't I?"

She looked frustrated. "Adam, please! How about just a straight answer for a change? Why can't you be serious?"

I let my smile fade. "Oh, I'm dead serious. I just don't know what I feel. I mean, I don't want him anywhere near you, but at the same time the thought of you being hot for his body turns me on, and the idea of seeing you make love, getting to watch you, and how beautiful you are..." I trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence, a little choked up.

She touched my face, softly, and stretched up to give me a gentle kiss. "Oh Adam! It's not making love, OK? I only do that with you, because to make love there has to be love. I just wanna get laid."

I laughed again. She'd caught me off guard with that one. "I'll try to remember that. Hey, it sounds like he's almost here. Weren't you planning on dressing for the occasion?"

She looked startled. "Oh! Oh yeah, I'll run and do that. Are you sure you're OK?"

I shrugged. "We'll see. I get horny, thinking about it."

She smiled. "That's a good sign, huh? Also my favorite state for you to be in. Get him a beer or something, I'll be back in a little while." She turned for the stairs, heading down to our room to change, but paused at the top and looked back at me. "And Adam? Play nice, OK?"

I nodded and winked at her, and she disappeared down the steps. I crossed to the far rail, and Kori rose and joined me. Trell and Pops, Ron and Tiffany, all were sprawled out on the lounges and benches on the upper deck, the conversation slowing and fading in and out as the late hour and the wine and food began to take their toll. There had been some desultory conversation about using the hot tub, but nobody had generated the energy to rise and folllow up on the suggestion.

We looked at the boat, throttling down at about a hundred yards away and approaching more slowly, the deep throb of the powerful engine dropping to a throaty rumble. It was definitely the Ranger, his tall and broad-shouldered form unmistakable at the wheel. He waved, and Kori waved back before following me to the stairs and down to the main deck.

I walked to where he would soon pull alongside, and took the rope when he tossed it to me, tying it to the rail. He cut the engine and turned to us.
"Hi guys. Adam, isn't it?"

I nodded. "It is. Ranger Rick..uh, I mean Lee, isn't it?" I don't know why I did that. I'd told Kristi I'd play nice, and this was an inauspicious beginning. Fortunately, he just laughed. "I answer to almost anything. Especially if I'm offered a cold beer. And Kori - I do remember you! What can I say Adam, the ladies always stick in my mind better than the dudes. Don't you find that to be the case?"

I agreed. What the hell, I still though he was a jerk, but even a jerk can make a valid point once in a while. He stooped and grabbed a couple of six-packs of beer and a bottle of wine - at least he hadn't come empty handed - and stepped aboard our boat. His eyes ran hungrily over Kori, pausing and widening as he noticed her southern exposure.

She smiled at him, noticing his look. "You're not going to bust me for indecent exposure, are you?"

He shook his head. "Ma'am, anyone that thinks that's not decent is a fool, and my momma didn't raise no fools!"

Kori giggled. "Thanks, but if you ever call me ma'am again you're going over the rail." Diminutive Kori, threatening this hulk with being tossed overboard. An amusing thought. "Now come on Lee, come up above and meet our friends. Bring the beer, we can re-stock the cooler up there."

She led the way up the steps and he quickly got the much-coveted spot directly behind her. Watching her sweet little naked ass ascending stairs is one of life's simple pleasures, and I'm sure he fully enjoyed it. He did seem to be more relaxed this evening, I had to admit. Less aggressive, less officious. Maybe being off-duty really did change his attitude. So far he had not seemed quite so asshole-ish, but the night was young.

We stepped onto the upper deck, and the first person to notice us was Tiffany. She did a classic double-take and then rose smoothly to her feet, staring at us. When she spoke there was something, maybe a dry irony, or even a challenge, in her voice. "Well-well. Hello Lee, I didn't expect to see you here."

He stopped dead in his tracks. "Tiffany? Tiff, is that you? Wow, you look like a million bucks! That's really a different look for you but it's spectacular. You look amazing!"

When he looked at Tiff, and spoke to her, his expression softened and something crept into his voice. Something soft, and caring, and gentle, even. I discovered that maybe my estimation of him, in that moment, needed to be revised. There was something here, I didn't know what, but suddenly he didn't seem like quite such an asshole.

Brilliant Stormy. Welcome back by the way - for however long. I don't think anyone saw that one coming (pun intended). Can't wait to see where you take this one now .. Again ..