When I was growing up, I used to watch the reruns of "Gilligan's Island" and thought how improbable the whole plot was. How could you get stranded on a mysterious island with two beautiful women – the glamorous and vampy Ginger and the cute and wholesome Mary Ann – and not make a move on either one.
As a young man with raging hormones, my lewd fantasies were always focused on what I would do to a fox like Ginger if given the opportunity. Poor Mary Ann never stood a chance and was given a second thought as I mentally did unspeakable perversities to between Ginger's bodacious tatas and widespread legs. It is ironic how life has a way of throwing you for a loop by presenting the best of both worlds in the most unexpected way.
With that enigmatic thought, let me start by saying that my name is Don. I'm thirty-six, single, and in my earlier days I was a freelance electronic technology developer – which is a fancy way of saying an "inventor." Early in my career, I stumbled up a means by which to enhance cell battery life and my life changed radically. My discovery and the subsequent ones that I patented resulted in a lot of attention, and I became filthy rich seemingly overnight.
This newfound independence enabled me to start innovative business ventures and do things I never could do before. However, while meeting and collaborating with new people was interesting, I quickly discovered to take people with a grain of salt particularly when it came to their motives. There were quite a few "friendly collaborators" who were willing to tap into my funds with nothing to show or invest in the long run, and with little regard for me. This was especially true of women; many of whom were just attracted to my wealth and using it and me to get what they wanted.
At first glance, I fit the geeky smart Asian stereotype with that quirky nerdy personality. I have told, however, that I'm not bad looking Chinese guy (once again with a grain of salt) who is a bit short at five-six but with dark hair and kind brown eyes, I keep myself in relatively good shape due to my love for the great outdoors (surprised, huh?). Unfortunately, my enjoyment of camping, fishing, and hunting didn't provide many social opportunities with members of the opposite sex. Deep down inside, I knew that my life would not be complete without that special woman, but where the heck was she?
I was in Honolulu on an exploratory business project in ocean-powered energy and after the initial round of talks was conclude, decided to kick back and treat myself to some vacation that was long overdue. I wanted an adventure – out of the ordinary – and knew that I would know it when I saw it.
As it turned out, I was jogging along the Honolulu waterfront when in a slip in the far corner Kewalo Basin was a forty-foot cruiser just like that in Gilligan's Island. Over the slip entrance was a sign that said, "Leisurely Explore the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands...not for the faint of heart...or those on a tight time schedule."
I struck up a conversation with the crusty old skipper by the name of Bob who simply said that most the customers that he got were younger millennial groupies who are those looking for a unique sailing adventure and something out of the ordinary. It took a leisurely ten days over the deep blue Pacific Ocean to the seldom-visited Northwestern Hawaiian Islands. Those who signed on board had to be able to get along with others, be into communal life, and cramp quarters on the high seas. However, Bob, promised that the food would be good and the drinks plentiful, and that snorkeling and spearfishing in the pristine waters were unsurpassed.
When I asked how his charter looked so far, Bob shared that he had a reservation from a bride and groom who wanted a different kind of honeymoon, and their maid of honor. The best man who was supposed to have come along, backed out at the last moment, claiming that he would be seasick the entire sea trip. Bob made it quite clear that he needed four passengers to make the trip worthwhile or he'd have to cancel the journey. Before he could mount a major sales pitch, I simply said to count me in and handed over my credit card much to Bob's visible relief.
Two days later I found myself at the berth with a duffle bag in hand. I had sent back the rest of my luggage to my office with a note that I would be out of touch for the next two weeks on a much-needed vacation. I didn't know what to expect but figured that who knows, maybe this vacation would put me on the right track as to what was missing from my life.
Besides Bob, there were four other people with whom I'd be sharing the ten days and possibly longer with. Jim was the first mate and only other ship hand on board. I later discovered that Jim was Bob's eldest son and despite Bob's bluster, he was the one that made things happen with clock-like efficiency. A rangy six-feet-two, with weathered skin, Jim was a man of the sea and was everywhere at the same time, planning for what needed to be done, and taking care of what might happen.
Julie and Kyle were the bride and groom. Both were about five-ten, blond, blue-eyed, with Kyle bordering on the chubby side and Julie on the voluptuous side. Seemingly joined at the hip, they were forever touching and kissing each other as if just waiting to jump back into bed.
Kyle thanked me profusely for stepping up when Rob, his best man, who bailed at the last minute. Oozing with newly-wed desire, Julie quickly purred that they had planned this nature expedition for years and that she had even corralled her best friend and bridesmaid, Lexis, into coming along on this once in a lifetime adventure. Then after calling Lexis over for introductions, the newlyweds heeded the urges of their loins and disappeared below decks.
"God, those two can't even wait until we set sail..." Turning to the source of the poignant comment, I beheld my Mary Ann – an Asian one - but one who was subtly attractive in a natural kind of way. In her early thirties, Lexis stood at five-feet-three with thick long ebony hair flowing to below her shoulders which were nicely tanned. She had sparkling almond-shaped eye, high cheekbones, a shapely nose, and sensuous mouth that now was set in an amused smirk at her friends' romantic antics.
"Honestly, Julie twisted my arm to be her 'security blanket'...who quickly got kicked off and forgotten when she's too hot...when she became a bitch-in-heat."
While I listened to Lexis' spot-on comments, I couldn't help but check out this down-to-earth Mary Ann. The first thing that struck me was that Lexis didn't go out of her way to flaunt her understated attractiveness. Casually dressed in cutoff shorts and a midriff halter top, I found myself admiring her shapely legs, the curve of hips and tight buns, and her golden-brown taunt stomach. When she casually bent to pick up her overnight bags, my lecherous eyes were riveted to the sway and jiggle of her modest but perky breasts and the noticeable nipple bumps in her top's thin material.
"Hello, Earth to Don! Dude, didn't anyone tell you that my eyes are in my head...not on my chest," Lexis jokingly chided as she saw me immediately blush.
Taken with her refreshing straightforwardness, I stutter a hasty apology which she casually brushed it off. "Think nothing of it. I don't have as much as other women when it came to boobs, buns, or legs, so I appreciate your attention." Then the seemingly innocent Lexis looked over her shoulder as she boarded the cruiser, and teasingly murmured, "If you like what you've seen so far, you should see what happens to my nipples when I get turned on." I knew right then and there that this had the markings of the life's adventure that I had been seeking.
The leg to the Northwestern Islands was relaxing and enjoyable. During the day, dolphins and flying fish frequently were seen to the delight of most. Julie and Kyle indulged in conjugal bliss and monopolized the cabin, surfacing only occasionally to show us that they were still alive, grab a bite to eat, and then a quick drink before disappearing below deck.
Lexis and I took trolling from aft deck to pass the time and delighting in whatever we hooked a fish. When we weren't fishing, we lounged on the foredeck and talk about life in general at first, and then ultimately about ourselves. When I disclosed to Lexis my invention and my business ventures, I was intrigued that she wasn't taken with the obvious wealth. The reason why was that Lexis was a successful writer and after much cajoling I got her to admit her well-known pen name and that she wrote extremely popular women's romantic novels.
"Like Harlequin novels...soft-core female pornography," I gasped in flash of false shock as I lounged next to her in a lazy afternoon sun. "How sinfully naughty. I would have never thought of it. And all this time, I thought you were a 'nice' girl...like 'the girl next door' type. Hmmm...like they say, you can't tell a book by its cover." When Lexis groaned at my trite pun, I continued, "By the way, do draw your inspiration from a vivid imagination...or from practical experience?"
To this, Lexis innocently kissed me on the cheek and muttered in a sultry tone of voice, "I'm Korean, and we Korean women are known for our spicy temperament. It must be all that kimchee (spicy pickled cabbage) that we eat – but – Korean women are emotional to the point of being – demanding and lusty."
Of course, after she said this, Lexis burst out in uncontrollable laughter at the stunned look that must of have been on my face. Simply put, I was thoroughly perplexed if she was fooling with me in a good-natured way, or shamelessly flirting, or just plain telling the truth.
Lexis smiled demurely at my gasp and as she placed her hand to her chest to break the spell she cast on me, softly said, "I'm glad to see that I still have such an effect on you." Following her laughing eyes, I became acutely aware of the huge erection that had sprouted in my baggy swimming trucks. We ended up laughing our heads off at the absurdity of the situation as Lexis quipped that at least she knew how to get a 'rise' out of me.
