An Unexpected Crew Pt 01

An Unexpected Crew

A.J. Roye

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Chapter 1

I was waiting on 4 o'clock.

I looked at my watch... 3:51 pm.

I returned my gaze out my window.

The Atlantic was beautiful today. I turned slightly to the left and viewed the high rise condominium across the way... about 75 yards from my condo. Nothing out of the ordinary. However... On occasion, I do see a naughty couple on their balcony. That's when I get my telescope and do a little... "focusing."

I looked at my watch again... 3:52 pm.

I was waiting on the stock market to close. Sometimes... right before a holiday, something may happen and I didn't want to miss out on a unique opportunity. So... my computers were set to alarm on the stocks I was watching. I looked again... 3:53 pm.

"Fuck," I slurred, because of the time... I looked out to the beautiful ocean in the distance. Then, I heard her shoes on the floor... entering from the living room. I answered first...

"About wrapped up, Rosalyn?"

"No, Sir. I... um. I'm gonna need to return on Tuesday. I'm sure I can finish by 10. There are three parts that are back ordered. Carlos promised you a week before the parts went into back order. He found another supplier and they will be expressed shipped... delivery tomorrow and I'll bring them on Tuesday, after Labor Day."

She could only see my back and the beautiful view in front of me. As I continued admiring the ocean...

"Good. I'm looking forward to the upgrades and the new video and sound system. Anything else?"

"No, Sir. But... I am curious. The photographs you have in the living room."

"Oh?" I replied, as I turned toward the youthful face and cute body of my new computer and electronics technician.

Rosalyn... the little sister to Carlos, my computer and electronics technician for the last three years. I was promised by Carlos, anything he could do, his little sister could do it better. And, she had been working for Carlos since graduating high school this past May.

"Yes, Sir. You have a boat. And your friends. The boat looks beautiful. And your women friends are beautiful, too."

"They are. My friends, and the boat," I replied... looked at my watch... 3:59 pm... and took a few steps toward my new technician. "The boat is a..."

"Sea Ray 610 Sundancer, 2010 year model."

"Well," I said, with a surprised tone in my voice. "Expert for your brother and now an expert on boats. Anything else you're an expert on?"

"I'm getting my apprentice license next week for an electrician and electronics. I'll have my journeyman's license in less than three years."

I groaned... I quickly glanced at her cute little tool belt, full of tools, hanging from her slender hips. She saw my eyes dart to her waist and she smiled to me.

Fuck... Carlos sends me his little sister to work on my computer and server upgrades. This past week, I've had to hide my semi-hard erection each time Rosalyn bent over... crawled on the floor... pulling cable... snapping connectors... reaching above her head on a step ladder. And... she is his... "little sister."

One of the hottest looking Cuban American girls I've ever seen. Five feet two inches. I'm guessing no more than 110 pounds... wouldn't be surprised at 100 pounds. Petite, but... over this past week, I saw her pulling five strands of cable like it was sewing thread. Lifting out old heavy brackets and replacing them with new ones. Not even a small grunt from her efforts.

The darkest straight black hair I've seen in a long time. As black as my hair... What little I have. Her beautiful hair, each day, tied into a pony tail that swayed across her shoulder blades. Often, the hair in the front would free itself from the hair tie and fall across her cheeks and face. Making her even more sexy and beautiful.

Her eyes are equally dark. From a distance, her eyes are black... Beautiful black. I offered her a glass of homemade lemonade this week and when she stepped forward to take the glass, I saw tiny hints of brown in the iris of her eyes. I also caught a glimpse of just how slender her neck and shoulders were. Her gorgeous deep and dark eyelashes and eyebrows gave her an exotic look. Sexy. Spanish sexy.

All this week, she wore blue work jeans, which were baggy in the legs, with side leg pockets, but seemed to be tailored for her waist and hips... fitting her snuggly and... on purpose or not... accenting her gorgeous and tiny, but bubbly ass. The leg cuffs turned back on themselves to reveal the light blue and white fabric on the inside. Half ankle lace up brown work boots. Small boots for small feet.

Each day she wore a short sleeved button front shirt with a white tank top underneath. The top three buttons of her shirt open to show off her tank top and the teeny, tiny hint of breast flesh at the top of the tank top. Her breasts were well hidden behind her two shirts, but I could see from her profile, she was no larger than a C cup, and if her shirts were off, I could envision a B cup on her tiny torso.

The bottom line is... Rosalyn is a hot chick. A tiny, "little sister" hot chick. I could tell she sun bathed. Either outdoors or at the salon. Her tan was a light tan. Perfect for her dark features. She also didn't have the thick Cuban American accent you often hear in southeast Florida. Carlos didn't have it either.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her when she was working in my office and condo, and frankly... I didn't hide it. Each time she caught me admiring her sexy and petite body, she smiled and went about her work.

The only drawback I can think of this moment is... Rosalyn looks young. When she showed up on my doorstep, I had to ask her age.

So, back to her knowledge of boats...

"Tell me what you know about boats," I offered, as I turned to see a small cloud forming over the coast. It looked like it might turn sinister.

"My brothers own a Whaler. Two Yamaha 350s. We go fishing with my Papa at least once a month. I've been on some Sea Rays, but never a 610. Just the 310s and the smaller ones. With my friends. I've fixed the bilge pumps, fuel lines, and electrical on my brothers' boat and helped my friends' parents with their boats... repairs, especially the electrical."

"Tell me about your Papa and brothers," I continued, as I saw a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye. I glanced toward the condo and saw a man smoking a cigarette on his balcony.

"Papa is an electrical contractor and my older brothers work for him. Carlos did, too, but found he made good money on the side with computers, servers and video audio systems. He contracts electrical, too. He has his own business and licenses from the state."

"I see."

I heard her giggle. I turned toward her and arched an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, Mr. MacLeish," she giggled again. "That's very clever... connecting your telescope into your 75 inch TV." She giggled again, then, leaned to her right and looked past me... toward the condo. "I take it there's some interesting activities across the way." She turned upright and wiggled her left eyebrow at me.

Sexy and exotic. Damn. Is there anything that isn't sexy about this woman?

And, I groaned in my thoughts.

"The telescope is very nice. Should get some close ups with it." She giggled again, but this time, a little louder and longer.

"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, as I turned toward my desk, and waved my left hand through the air. "I do a little voyeur on occasion. But, there is this one couple over there. I think they're exhibitionists. The drapes are always open. Besides..." I sat at my computer desk and began powering off the equipment for the weekend. "I do watch the surfers, beachgoers, shipping and boats off the coast with it. There was an aircraft carrier going south, just last week. It's a change of pace from researching securities on a sterile screen." I looked up from the last screen I powered off.

When I saw her bite her lower lip, I knew what she wanted.

She overheard me, all week, speaking with my crew on the phone. She knew I was taking my boat out for the weekend and we were going to cruise the Miami River and cruise a little up and down the coast. Returning to the marina each day and staying on the

Julie Ann

for the weekend.

You see, my crew... are women. Three of them. Each one drop dead gorgeous and they know it, too. On top of that, the standard uniform on the

Julie Ann

are bikinis and sexy one pieces. And my crew are so hot, they make the swimwear even sexier. I have become well known on the River because of my crew. To say I have a constant hard on during my weekend cruises, would be an astronomical understatement. And, from the beginning, three years ago, I have taken all three of my crew as lovers. And, many times, they come to my condo... as individuals, or as a group... and we have an evening meal, followed by carnal pleasures. Often, each of them, as individuals, have appeared in the lobby, unannounced, asking to come up... followed by a request for a sexual release. To date... I haven't refused a request.

But, here was an eighteen year old sexy vixen, with exotic Cuban Spanish features, all but asking me for an invitation for the weekend with her facial expressions and body language. She went out of her way to inform me of her mechanical expertise on boats to sweeten her deal. I haven't been with an eighteen year old since I was in college, and... her youth... bothered me.

What she didn't know was my relationship with my crew. Yes, she saw the photos and commented on their beauty. Yes... she had to have noticed the sexy bikinis in the photographs. What she didn't know was... I was fucking them.

I excused myself to the bathroom to gather my thoughts. I needed to take a leak.

As I used the toilet...

One... I knew the girls would accept a guest. I have brought men and women aboard as guests. Clients.

Two... As much as I second guessed myself about Rosalyn, I think back when I brought Gwen, Amara, and Sydnee aboard. All, came aboard under innocent, "have fun, power boating" occasions, that turned into friendships, then sexual relationships. What was bothering me was Rosalyn's age and our, "just met," situation. Although, Sydnee is 22, and was 20, when she came aboard two years ago. At Amara's invitation.

I washed my face, washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.

"I hope you don't regret this." Moments later... "Who am I kidding. The girls will let me know if this is a good thing or bad thing. If it goes bad, I'll ask them to help me. For sure, Gwen will take care of it."

As I entered the living room, Rosalyn had already gathered her equipment and had moved the old equipment into the hall closet, as I asked.

"Rosalyn, you seem to have an interest in my boat. I'm cruising this weekend along the River and some along the coast. My friends are my crew, and Gwen is a partial owner of the boat. If you haven't any plans for the weekend, I would enjoy your company on the boat, and, if you have commitments later in the weekend, I can always drop you off at a nearby dock."

After my first sentence, I could see she was going to accept. The smile I received was precious and memorable.

"I was a little pushy. You don't mind? I mean, I know you have your friends and I don't want to upset any plans. I can always come back and just look at the boat... any time later."

"My invitation, Rosalyn. And my crew expects guests on occasion. I'll let you decide. Let's have a seat before you accept." I gestured Rosalyn toward a chair and I sat on the end of the couch, next to her.

"If you stay the weekend... Well, let's say my crew are my friends, but they are also my lovers."

There was no doubt I caught her by surprise. The expression on her face told the story. "There could be occasions where two, or more of us would be... slipping away to the salon or one of the state rooms. It's quite possible you would enter the salon and find me and one of the girls getting busy."

She nodded. "You mean, some alone time with your friends. OK... I'm good with that. I've seen that on the boats before. And in friend's homes. Um... Would... umm..."

She had furled her brow, and... I interrupted her...

"You would not be expected to participate as a condition of coming aboard, Rosalyn. I'm just saying, my friends and I could be a little noisy during our alone time. I am inviting you as a guest and my guests have never had conditions placed on them. You have an interest in my boat, and I'm letting you come aboard to satisfy your interest. You may leave after inspecting the boat, or you may stay the weekend and have fun with the other girls. They like to wear bikinis and show off their bodies to the spectators on the shore of the River, and the other boats. If at any time, you aren't comfortable, I will take you where you want to go, no questions asked. And, if you want to think about it, and come aboard tomorrow or Sunday, I'll give you my phone number. I promise... and Gwen will also... you will always have control. And another thing."

I paused and looked into her gorgeous eyes for effect. Damn, she's beautiful.

"The girls... they like to have fun with each other, too. You may find them kissing in public and other things in the sunroom, or below deck. I wouldn't consider them lesbians. I would consider them lovers to one another." I paused. Then... "Just let me know your interest in coming aboard."

To my surprise...

"Thank you. Tell me where and when and I want to stay for the weekend."

And again... her smile was sexy, exotic, and... memorable.

*****

As I stepped from the parking garage and onto the sidewalk, near the marina, I saw Rosalyn about 30 yards ahead of me. She hadn't seen me.

I elected to meet her in the main building of the marina. As I opened the door and entered, her smile... again, nearly knocked me off my feet. A happy, exotic smile behind her exotic dark features. Her royal blue and white print sundress was perfect for her. Her leather thong sandals were cute. Pony tail... a little messy. Strands of hair caressing her skin, in front of, and behind her ears... her neck, too. A small travel bag with pull handle and coaster wheels, waiting at her feet.

As I approached this sexy vixen...

"Carlos will be jealous when he finds out where I've been this weekend."

"And your boyfriend?" I asked, with a tilt of the head.

She rolled her eyes at me... Gawd, she's gorgeous. Her Cuban Spanish features screaming at me. If she tells me she doesn't have one, I'm gonna think she likes girls.

"I can't find one who doesn't think about getting into my pants on the first date. I'm thinking about taking self-defense classes."

Funny... I was thinking about getting into her panties while she was working at my place. I'll have to be on my best behavior if I want her to return to the boat. Funny, too... Gwen and I could do that for her. The self-defense. Both of us from our army training. And, I'm still taking self-defense lessons from a master. Part of my routine to stay in shape.

I smiled and stepped toward the counter of the marina... "You won't have to worry about any self-defense this weekend. You'll find the crew very friendly and helpful."

I looked at the sexy blonde behind the counter...

"Slip D-71, hull cleaning this week. My name is MacLeish and the boat is the

Julie Ann

. I need to settle the charges for the cleaning, please."

*****

I wasn't surprised when I saw Gwen step from the sunroom into the cockpit and look in my direction. Her hands parked themselves on her sexy hips and she cocked a knee and hip as a smile slowly grew on her gorgeous lips. Her red hot bikini caused by dick to twitch and begin to swell.

Gwen Bronkowski... Captain, US Army Reserves. Just like me.

Five feet seven inches, 130 pounds of lethal soldier. I saw her kill an enemy infiltrator with her bare hands right after I found myself looking down the throat of an AKM... saving my life. She had that skinny raghead bastard in a choke hold and her legs wrapped around his chest... on the floor of the R&R building. I could fucking hear his ribs breaking. I grabbed the AKM from his skinny fingers and his hands went straight for her forearm on his throat... vainly trying to free himself from her fatal choke hold.

Her face grimaced grotesquely... groaning and squeaking loudly from her lips as she crushed his throat and squeezed the life out of him. Not only did she save my life, she saved no fewer than 60 enlisted army, airmen, and Marines getting R&R in Kabul in an, "alleged," secure area of the base. The lucky bastards, and women enlisted, she saved, were beside themselves in gratitude. And not one shot fired. After I cleared the AKM, and looked at the dead man on the floor... I saw my hand shaking. I'm a lucky bastard, too.

Enlisted and officers gave her a wide berth when they met her on base, from that day forward. A silver star on her uniform, three months later. I was proud to give my account during the investigation for her award. And...

Gwen is one of the sexist blondes I've ever met. Gorgeous figure. Phenomenal good looks. And, Gwen looks, absolutely sexy, in a bikini. Great tits, waist, and hips... all rolled into a sexy woman. I drool, from the mouth, in my thoughts, as I look upon her.

As I neared our boat... Gwen waved, but she wasn't looking at me. Her gorgeous eyes were clearly on Rosalyn.

When Rosalyn and I neared the...

Julie Ann

...

"This is my guest for the weekend, Gwen. Rosalyn Espinosa. She's been working on my electrical and computer upgrades this past week. Her brother is Carlos." I saw Gwen's eyes widen and her eyebrows arch.s

"Yeah... Carlos. I didn't know he had a sister. Come onboard, Girl. You're luggage first." Gwen offered her hands to accept the luggage.

To my surprise, Rosalyn swung her luggage over the swim platform from the dock right into Gwen's hands. This sexy chick is impressing me, despite her petite size.

"Now you."

Rosalyn... like she had done it a thousand times before... offered her hand to Gwen and leapt onto the swim platform like a cat... not missing a step and right into the cockpit. Gwen helped me and my luggage aboard. On the swim platform...

"How old is she?" Gwen whispered, in my ear.

"Eighteen. Check her driver's license and her apprentice electrician's license. You tell me how old she is," I groaned, as I stepped into the cockpit. "Get your sexy ass up here..." I offered my hand to Gwen.

With Rosalyn next to me, I spoke to Gwen in a whisper... "She saw a photo of the boat in the living room and damn near came in her pants. She's a fucking mechanic prodigy and I invited her this weekend to check out the boat. She also saw you in the photograph I have. She thinks you, Amara, and Sydnee are pretty."

Gwen looked at me, then she stepped right into Rosalyn's personal space.

"Mechanic or electrician. Which are you? Someone as cute as you... I'm impressed."

Rosalyn gave Gwen that exotic smile and I saw Gwen arch her eyebrows.

"A little mechanic and a lot of electrician and electronics. It's in the DNA. You have a beautiful boat. Mr. MacLeish said you're a part owner."

Gwen gave me an approving look. And turned to my guest... "Steve and I bust each other from our days in the army. But, after a few minutes, our language becomes more civil."

"I don't mind, really. I have five older brothers. I've heard worse," she chuckled.

Gwen squinted her eyes to my guest... "Eighteen? Do you have ID, because I suspect we'll be pulled over if they see you on deck? The girls and I get a little flashy when were on the River."

Without a word, Rosalyn reached into her purse and pulled out her card, offering it to Gwen. Before Gwen could accept it for inspection...

"I'm going below to change. Rosalyn, Gwen will show you your bunk and where to stow your gear. She'll introduce you to Amara and Sydnee. If you need anything, ask any of us." I looked at my watch. "In an hour, I'll go over the safety briefing with you and the girls. And the girls will brief me and Gwen on the status of the boat. You'll sit in and ask any questions."