This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 or over.
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THE PRODIGAL
Another passing storm dumped its load all over the penned yacht, tugging restively at her moorings in the buffeting gusts. This endless parade of thunderheads reminded the old man of belligerent drunks, wandering the streets after lockout, banging on doors. It had been raining like this for weeks, with back-to-back cyclones ravaging the coast, and even with the luxury of a small, portable air conditioner, the atmosphere down below resembled a sauna. Endless rain, tropical storms, almost no sailing... welcome to the monsoon.
They had just returned from the daily run that over the weeks had become ritual- two lonely figures jogging through the downpour, as cars swished past casting bow waves. Instant local legends- the two loony runners, the old man and the beautiful young blonde, pounding the pavement in the rain. Strength training Watson called it. Total insanity according to others.
He heard a voice. In a tiny gulf of silence between squalls, he could hear Beck talking or singing in her cabin next door. Before he could make out which- talking or singing- another downpour arrived, hammering the deck overhead like a muffled drum. Pushing upright, Watson flexed his fingers and bowed his head over the laptop. A few short pages and the chapter would be done, another deadline, another payday.
"No worries," Beck said, stepping naked through the door, Tanya's mobile at her ear, "I'll pass it on."
Watson looked up, fingers poised on the keyboard, and all thoughts of the plot were blown away. The running had only enhanced the beauty of Beck's lean legs, adding bulk to her thighs and curves to her calves. She had just showered after their daily slog and her tangled hair, still damp, was draped over her shoulders like a golden mane. Light years away, deep in conversation, she absent-mindedly fondled a tiny conical breast. Her tan had faded a little in the perpetual gloom, but she was still the very epitome of feminine beauty, from her wild blonde hair and sky blue eyes, to her cupcake breasts and smooth plump mound. Watson looked at his lap. Something was stirring in his novelty boxers, threatening to erupt like an alien chest-burster. And after he'd promised himself. No more nooky until the script was complete.
Beck cut the call after a prolonged exchange and looked at him. "Guess who that was?" she asked, unable to mask her excitement.
Watson shrugged, shuffling aside as she sat down beside him. "The prime minister?"
"Nope."
"The Dalai Lama?"
"Wrong again."
"Ming Mang Mong the king of Saigon?"
"You're getting colder."
"How about you just tell me?"
"Tanny."
"Oh." Watson said, a little miffed. He was not worth talking to apparently.
"She said she was sorry she couldn't say hello because they're over in the Mangroves or something, and she was using a bat-phone and had to be quick."
"Mangroves?"
Beck shrugged and her little cool hand slipped under the leg of his boxers. "Something like that. Some sort of islands or something somewhere near India."
Watson racked his brains. "The Maldives?"
Beck snapped her fingers. "That's it!"
"She's in the Maldives?"
"That's what she said. And I could hear some Martians talking in the background."
Watson pulled back to give her the eye. "Have you been into my purple haze?"
"No. But I'd like to."
"What's she doing there?"
Beck hefted a shoulder. "Mmm nnn nno. But guess what? She wants us to go and stay at the apartment. In town. For the next couple of days."
Watson shifted uneasily. It was just like the highly intuitive Tanya to second-guess their discomfort and offer a respite, but for all the invitation's appeal he had a reputation to maintain. He was a hard-bitten yachtie and a friend of the elements, be they cool and breezy or hot and suffocating. On the other hand, being banged up by bad weather in something resembling a laundry hamper, in the corner of a football team's locker-room, had led to a hefty dose of cabin-fever. In spite of himself, the thought of living it up in a spacious apartment was enough to make him swoon. "Why does she want us to do that?" he asked as Beck's little fist began gently squeezing his cock.
"No idea." Beck shrugged, far more interested in the contents of her old man's shorts. "But she said 'pretty please'."
Watson dislodged Beck's hand and she stuck her bottom lip out. "How about you?" he asked, "Fancy a couple of days in town? We can give this poor old aircon a bit of a breather."
Beck's first thought involved the big double bed in the apartment where they'd spent a few days before their expedition to Sydney. Her second thought was of the big flatscreen TV, where they could watch Tanya and Caddy's porn videos in all their glory. She looked at him, bright-eyed with excitement. "Can we?"
"Uh huh." Watson nodded. "What do you reckon? We could stretch out on a big double bed. Whack on some of Caddy's home movies."
"Stop reading my mind!" Beck punched his thigh. "Hey! Maybe we could order a pizza?"
"And I can take some weed. No one'll smell it if we smoke it outside, not in this weather. How about it, Moosh? Let's have a party."
Beck rubbed her hands together. "Do you think Tanny'll pay like last time? Maybe we could have a bottle of French Champagne."
"A bottle? Let's get a case."
Beck was almost beside herself. "I can have a bath!"
"We can both have a bath!"
"While we drink the Champagne!"
Beck backed away in the direction of her cabin. "I'll go pack."
Watson slid out from behind the saloon table and stood, the front of his boxers imitating a tent. "Sling all your washing in as well." he called. "In fact just empty your drawers and bring everything. Everything's mouldy. We can give it all a wash and run it through the dryer."
"This is going to be so awesome!" Beck cried, madly rummaging through her Spartan wardrobe. Watson stood at the door of the forward cabin, trying to organise his thoughts. The offer was like a gift from the blue... at least the gloomy grey... an opportunity to kick back and relax, a welcome respite from months of living in a tropical steambath. Bloody Tanya. She'd done it again.
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The first thing they did was have a little housewarming, limbering up with a session of oral and a couple of nice orgasms for Beck, before throwing on a clip for the main event. The movie, chosen at random, featured Tanya and Caddy with their old friend O.J. The on-screen session of furious double-dildoing included some old male spectators, who showed their appreciation by ejaculating all over the McHale sisters' sweating backs.
It wasn't long before the movie took a back seat to the real thing- reverse cowgirl so Beck could watch the action while her pussy frothed and squelched in Watson's lap. Sex led inevitably to a nice post-orgasmic nap and now, refreshed and revitalised, Watson set off on a foraging trip to the nearby shopping centre.
