"So, Mike, any plans to fix the Bommie Hut back up again?" Kjem asked over a beer and fish and chips at the cafe.
"Not really," replied Mike. "It was great before the hurricane, but we only used it on weekends, so I wasn't able to justify the cost of repairs to the bean-counters. Instead we've been using just the Booze Wagon. But the Hut was a hoppin' place when it was open, the students loved it."
Kjem took a drink from his beer and made his pitch. "Well, I was thinking it would make a great platform for the dive and snorkeling instruction I'm supposed to do, and some marine biology. I think I can make a reasonable pitch to Alice for renovations, but it'd be a lot more convincing if we had more than one user for the place. Imagine; on weekends, you and Janet could do your thing. I could do dive and snorkel lessons, Discover dives, and maybe some marine ecology or creature identification classes a couple of times a week, and it's close enough for students to kayak out on their own when we're not there if they want. We could do up a proposal, put out a thing for other folks who might have a real use for the site. We would need to start with the engineering inspection, make sure the structure is sound, and if so get some estimates for reconstruction. Maybe we could include some 'sweat equity'; once the bones are there, there's a lot we could do on our own, you know basic stuff. The water, waste and power I think would all be modular now; I'd have the folks in facilities look into it. What do you think, are you interested?"
"Hmm. Sounds interesting, but it's a big project. I'll talk with Janet about it, she's the brains of the booze business, see if she think it makes sense. But how about this, we start by making a pitch to Alice to have the hut inspected for safety reasons. I could ask for this since we used to be responsible for the place. Wouldn't want anyone go out there and get hurt, you know? Then if the structure is sound or easily repairable, we can get estimates from Facilities on the sly, based on the engineering report. If it all looks workable, we can put the effort in to put together a strong proposal. I'll bet Bernadette would agree to climb on board to include her sailing classes, she does both sunfish and sailboards. Bernadette has a lot of clout and no mistake; if the cost isn't prohibitive, her cred, my experience as the prior user of the site, and your, well, youthful exuberance and gumption to do some of the work, it'd be hard for Alice to say no. But first, let me chat with Janet."
"Excellent! Good ideas!" said Kjem, and they clicked glasses to the plan.
It took a few weeks, but they got approval for an inspection and the engineer gave the structure a clean bill of health; the pylons were all solid, and all of the supporting structures both below and above the waterline were solid or readily repairable. The floor planks, railings and rafters needed work, and the roofing was a total loss, but the cost would be predominantly materials; the work was all within (or almost within) Kjem's experience and, presumably, some helpers abilities. The solar system for power could be modular, and the technology for waste management had come a long way; Kjem had had no idea. The costs for the systems was high, but largely offset by their saving in installation and the other work they could do themselves. Power could be provided by solar from panels built into the roof and some nice modern batteries.
So the upshot was that, in the end, they were able to put together a detailed and realistic proposal at a cost that was, well, a lot but not eye watering. Hope was able to give them cost comparisons in terms of classroom space use and cost, and the numbers were close to reasonable. Kjem, Mike and, yes, Bernadette, made their pitch to Dean Alice, and a week later they got the message that their proposal had been green-lighted.
Kjem worked with Casey from Facilities to get the orders sent out. She helped Kjem recalculate the solar power system, and ended up reducing the number of panels but increasing battery storage. They opted for a larger waste digester, but balanced the cost by planning to reusing the old floating dock from storage. It would need cleaning up and some minor repairs, but was in good shape underneath the dried gunk. Casey insisted that, for safety reasons, the folks from facilities needed to do the demolition; removal of the old electrical system, taking out all the old destroyed furniture and hurricane debris, broken woodwork, the Porta-potty, etc. They started by installing the floating dock after Kjem spent a week of his time cleaning it up and replacing cleats and hardware.
One morning after they'd finished, Casey took Kjem out to the Hut in a mini-barge with some hardware, lumber and tools to drop off. It already looked a lot better with the debris and damage cleaned out, and the demo team had left tarps up over the rafters to provide shade. Their first job was to replace all the missing floor and railing planks, but before that they started by taking some "before" pictures. Casey also brought Aud, a senior who was working toward her divemaster certification and used to help Eve with dive gear and instruction. She was anxious to get the hut set up so that they would start up dive lessons again.
"You know," started Casey, "I suppose this'll be a naked zone here, like the beaches away from campus. It's pretty cloudy today, and we've got shade, so what do you say we get started early? You know, catch some rays while we work?"
With that, she whipped off her T-shirt. She had nothing underneath, and her B-cup boobs wobbled very nicely as she tossed her shirt to a corner of the hut. Then she stripped off her shorts, revealing red panties, which came off along with the shorts.
Casey was a petite light-skinned woman in her late twenties or maybe thirty, with her brown hair in a ponytail. Kjem could now see that she had more than a little bit of tan lines; her legs, arms, and face were lightly tanned, but her trunk was lily-white. Somehow, this made her look especially naked out there on the deck on the water. The fact that her bush was shaved added to this effect.
"Come on, you two!" she laughed as she stepped back into her flip-flops. She then ran up to Kjem and started to pull his shirt over his head, which she tossed over to where her clothes were piled. He laughed, "OK, I guess we've been commando-ed!", kicked off his flip-flops and started to undo his shorts.
Casey pushed his hands away with a "Let me," and finished unfastening him. She pushed his shorts down, and went to her knees to finish taking them off his feet. She looked up from his feet to his boxers, which were beginning to tent.
"Ooo, look what we have here," she said as she rubbed his cock through the material. She then pulled his boxers down and off, and continued her ministrations directly.
"We can't have this, can we Aud?" Casey said, looking over to her comrade.
Kjem looked over as well and saw that Aud was just finishing getting undressed herself. Aud was thin, her B-cup breasts looked smaller than Casey's on her taller frame, but she had very large and pointy areoles and nipples. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a very short pony tail. Aud was also pale, but didn't have tan lines. She did have a landing strip. She smiled at Kjem, but he was immediately distracted by the sensation of Casey's mouth enveloping his growing dick, and looked down at her head bobbing up and down.
Aud joined the other two, putting one arm over Kjem's shoulder, using her other hand to guide one of his hands to a breast. She kissed him deeply, and his other hand found her bottom. Casey continued to bob up and down on Kjem's growing erection.
Aud whispered into Kjem's ear, "How does Casey's mouth feel on your dick? Can you feel her tongue? What do you think her pussy would feel like sliding up and down your dick?"
