Sharp-eyed readers noticed I misspelled Gabrielle's name in the first chapter. Thank you to the two people who contacted me to point this out. In this and subsequent chapters, I will spell her name correctly. xoxo
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Those next few days after being late for dinner, and being punished for it, passed fairly quietly. I had not done anything that Jonathan felt he needed to correct me for. He and I spent time together at the house watching TV and movies, sunning by the pool and playing backgammon and having some very vanilla sex. And we enjoyed a couple of good meals Gabrielle had prepared. Jonathan had not had Gabrielle set out any clothes for me most of those days, choosing to keep me naked so I was starting to get used to being naked around Jonathan and Gabrielle.
One of the days I was given something to wear, Jonathan had a model in for a shoot and so I stopped by the studio to see what they were creating. When I walked in, he introduced me to Pam. Of course, since this was a Jonathan shoot, she was very beautiful and completely nude. She had wavy blonde hair and an athletic figure, with smallish breasts that suited her. I was envious of how ripped her stomach was. Pam was not the least bit shy about being nude in front of Jonathan and me and she was very comfortable chatting with me as they worked.
Jonathan explained to Pam I now lived with him, but I had previously modeled for him and even pointed out one of my shots on the wall. She was very complimentary of the photo and of my body, which was nice of her. As Jonathan continued to snap away, Pam asked how long we had worked together and whether we still shot together. After a few minutes of pleasant conversation, Jonathan began positioning her to get some pussy shots, so I excused myself and left.
Jonathan asked Pam to join us for dinner that evening, which she did. At the beginning of dinner, I was a little jealous and felt as though I needed to compete for Jonathan's attention, but Pam was very nice, talking to both of us, not just him. I soon realized I could get to like her. She left after dinner and Jonathan and I watched a movie and went to bed in his room, where we had more vanilla sex and fell asleep together.
When we woke up the next morning, Jonathan summoned Gabrielle. As usual, she was wearing her 'uniform' of a cropped white shirt and very tight, black booty shorts and was barefoot. He gave her some instructions in Spanish and she retrieved my outfit from the previous day from the floor and left the room. Meanwhile he got up and began to get dressed, putting on some shorts and a short-sleeved golf shirt, while I laid in bed. Gabrielle soon returned with a clean, fresh T-shirt for me to wear. I was surprised it was long enough to cover my ass when I put it on and, once we were both dressed, Jonathan and I went down to the kitchen and had breakfast.
Jonathan and I chatted while we were eating, mostly about Pam and their photoshoot the day before. We agreed she had a pleasant personality to go along with her good looks. Jonathan interrupted our conversation and gave Gabrielle some more instructions and she headed upstairs.
"Sabrina, do you like boats?" he asked. The question surprised me.
"Boats? I suppose. I've never been on one. I don't know. What kind of boats are you talking about?"
Smiling, he replied, "Average boats, I suppose. I was wondering if you would want to go down to the marina with me today. I am planning on throwing a small party on my boat tomorrow afternoon and need to get it ready."
"Yeah, I'd love to go. I had no idea you own a boat. And am I invited to the party?"
"Yes, of course you're invited," he said laughing. "In the hopes you would want to go, I sent Gabrielle up to lay out some appropriate clothes for you to wear to the marina. You'll find them on your bed."
I hurried upstairs, excited about going with Jonathan and seeing his boat. Gabrielle had laid out some very cute, white shorts as well as a blue and white striped shirt and some cork wedge-heeled sandals. No bra or panties were on the bed, so I would be going commando. Once dressed, I looked very nautical. I hurried back downstairs to Jonathan.
It turned out Gabrielle was going on this outing also. When I returned to the kitchen, she was there with Jonathan, who was gathering his wallet and keys. She was wearing shoes for the first time I could recall; black, flat ballet-type shoes. She and I had not talked to one another since the morning after Jonathan made her whip me. Somehow, we both understood it was best that Jonathan did not know we could communicate, so we did not speak in front of him. I felt we were forming a bond of sorts, despite not talking while he was around.
The three of us piled into Jonathan's Mercedes and headed to the marina. After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived and followed Jonathan out onto one of the docks and made our way past several boats in slips. The marina was a quiet place, with little activity. I did see a couple of people on some of the boats, but the place was almost deserted. As we walked along the dock, I noticed several signs. Most were warnings; 'No Fishing,' No Swimming,' 'Caution -- Electrical Wires.' But I also saw signs that read 'No Nude Sunbathing or Nudity' and began to wonder if boat people had a habit of going naked.
Jonathan finally stopped at a nice, big boat and announced we had arrived. The boat was backed into the slip, as were all the other boats, so the first thing I noticed was cursive writing on the back of the boat which read, 'Justine's Escape.' Jonathan opened a short door on one side and welcomed Gabrielle and I in...or is it on?
The entire rear area of the boat was open, though much of it was covered by the floor (deck?) above. There were long, padded bench seats built into the two sides of the area and there was a small sink and a very small refrigerator at the end on one side. At the far end, well into the shaded area, was a sliding glass door. Jonathan led us through the glass door into what looked like a family room and informed me this was the salon. A small kitchen was at the far end of the salon, and at the end of the kitchen (or galley as he referred to it) there was a small set of steps leading down. He showed Gabrielle and I the downstairs, which contained two bedrooms and a bathroom. Jonathan used nautical terms such as 'stateroom' and 'head' when pointing these out. Across from the head, there was a small bunk built into the wall.
As Jonathan led me into the larger of the two staterooms, he explained that would be ours any time we spent the night on the boat. While it was small compared to rooms in his house, it was very nice, with a queen-sized bed, a nightstand on each side of the bed and a small closet. The bed was elevated, which I learned was to provide for storage underneath. There was even a flat-panel TV mounted on the wall across from the bed. I had to admit, as I looked around the room, I was looking forward to having sex with Jonathan there, even if it was vanilla and boring.
Taking us back to the galley, Jonathan spoke to Gabrielle. I suppose it was some instruction about food preparation because she began looking through the cabinets and pantry and refrigerator as if she were taking stock. Jonathan showed me the rest of the boat, including the upper deck, which had a large open area and, at the front, a steering wheel and lots of controls. Then he led me back down and walked me around the edge of the boat to the front, where there was a very large, open space bordered by small railings at the edges of the boat. The entire floor area here was fitted with cushions covered in vinyl. He explained this was the main deck where people could recline and relax.
"This is where we could sunbathe?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," he happily replied.
"But not nude, I suppose," I mentioned. "I saw a few signs about that."
Jonathan laughed. "Oh yes. I'm afraid those are there because of us. The marina felt it necessary to crack down on us. Apparently, there were some complaints in the past. But now we are careful to keep clothes and swimsuits on in the marina."
Just as Jonathan finished giving me the tour, two men pushing carts came down the dock and stopped at our boat. Jonathan and I helped them move boxes from the carts onto the boat and into the galley, where Gabrielle was working. Once all the boxes were loaded onto the boat, the delivery men left and Jonathan, Gabrielle and I went about unpacking the boxes. There was a lot of food as well as drinks in bottles and cans. We all sorted through the groceries and put them away in the refrigerator, the freezer and the cabinets.
Jonathan grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and asked me to join him out on the 'fantail,' which is what I learned he called the area where we first walked onto the boat. We sat next to one another on the seats that ran along the right side of the fantail as he poured us each a glass of wine.
