*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned, expect to find mistakes.
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Chapter 6
Saturday was a beautiful day, blue skies with fluffy white clouds and a ten to fifteen mile an hour breeze. The heat and humidity were not oppressive yet as Gordon opened the garage door.
Gordon drove his red Astin Martin, his 'Fun' car. Todd had made fun of Gordon's hairy legs in his khaki shorts, but Gordon just shrugged it off with a smile.
At her house, Kelly winced, looking around at the shoddy furniture. She'd not replaced anything since Mama died, not being able to afford anything new. The carpet had definitely seen better days; it had been twelve years old when Kerry was born. Momma had always meant to replace it, but this bill or that bill kept popping up.
The loveseat was practically unusable because it sagged so tremendously. The recliner was still useable, barely, but most of the vinyl had flaked off, leaving the thin fabric lining exposed.
"Ooh, it's the James Bond car," Kerry whooped, peering through the curtains as they both heard a car whine to a stop.
"Bye," Kelly said, sprinting for the door.
Kelly felt very self-conscious in her pink tank top, which barely contained her breasts and her khaki shorts. The shorts must have shrunk; Kelly didn't remember them being this short. Her canvas sneakers were heavily stained, but they were the only casual shoes she owned.
Kelly's long blonde hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She had on just a little bit of make-up.
"Well, don't you look ready to go sailing!" Gordon complimented. "I mean, I'm so used to just seeing you in lab coat and skirts, I thought that's all you owned."
"No, believe it or not, I even have a few pairs of jeans," Kelly smiled.
"Well, would love to see you in those too; like riding horses?" Gordon asked.
"I uh, I've never been on one, Kelly admitted.
"Been years for me," Gordon admitted and opened the passenger door for her.
Kelly smiled; many of her neighbors were again gawking at the car. Kelly didn't know if they could see her through the tinted windows but gave her neighbors a little wave while Gordon came around to the driver's side of the car.
Quickly, they were on the road. Gordon drove down Highway 19 to Jazz Beach and turned on Nicole Street.
"Oh, that's that house, Kerry and I drive by it every Christmas!" Kelly said as Gordon's home loomed ahead.
Every Christmas, Gordon had the four windows of the ground floor decorated as Santa's workshop, with various toys being built by elves in one window, reindeer playing with some of the toys in another window. The third window showed the sleigh being loaded with full bags of gaily wrapped gifts. The last window had Santa Claus waving to the people that slowly drove past to admire the ornate decorations.
The three upstairs windows showed, from left to right, the Nativity scene, the middle window showed the Star of Bethlehem and the last window showed the three wise men travelling to see the child Jesus.
The front lawn had larger than life Christmas themes created out of Christmas lights. Most were animated, moving in synchronized movements.
"Yeah, every year I would do that, not knowing if it would be Todd's last Christmas. Now that his cancer seems to finally be in remission, knock on wood, well, it's kind of become a tradition, huh?" Gordon agreed as he drove past the house to his marina.
The Garbage King was a forty-nine foot, two masted boat. Kelly gawked at the large sailboat while Gordon loaded the small basket that Mrs. Greene had put together for their outing.
"If you need it, there's sun block right here," Gordon said, showing Kelly a large tube of the slimy stuff. "And don't tell me 'oh, I never burn' because you will burn out here if you don't put sun block on."
"Also," Gordon went on. "Life jackets. Any time this boat is moving, life jackets are mandatory; I don't care how good a swimmer you are."
Gordon smiled a little self-consciously.
"Okay, now that I've shown you what a drill sergeant I can be, ready to shove off?" he asked.
"Aye aye sir," Kelly smiled. "Now, do I put the sun block on first or the life jacket?"
"Sun block," Gordon said. "I put some on before I left the house; stuff's supposed to be odorless but I can still smell it, but I better put some more on anyway."
"Get my back?" Kelly asked, turning and flipping her ponytail out of the way.
Inside, Kelly was screaming at herself, "God, Kelly, why don't you just ask him to fuck you? 'Get my back' really! 'Get my back and notice how big my boobs are, Mr. King.'"
Gordon liberally coated Kelly's neck and shoulders, getting under the material of her pink tank top and down the backs of her arms. He did notice how Kelly's large breasts giggled and shook, even in the tight confines of Kelly's industrial strength bra.
"Thank you," Kelly smiled sweetly at him, put some of the goop on her small hands and rubbed it into her exposed chest.
Gordon felt all the blood rush from his brain to his cock as Kelly slowly rubbed her massive breasts. He stood and stared as she massaged the thick substance into her lightly tanned flesh.
"God Kelly, what is wrong with you?" Kelly was screaming in her head.
"Uh, don't forget to get your legs; I uh, I'm putting on my life jacket now," Gordon stammered, barely able to think.
Despite the screaming in her head, Kelly did slowly, seductively apply the fluid into her muscular legs. Gordon watched for a moment; cock painfully trapped in his briefs. Finally, he snapped out of his lustful reverie and scrambled about, unfurling the sails and readying the boat
"There's uh, there's soda, water, Mrs. Greene, that's our housekeeper, she put a big bottle of this sparkling fruit juice concoction of hers," Gordon said as he scrambled back into the cockpit.
"No alcohol?" Kelly asked.
"Uh no, no not out on the open water," Gordon said. "Too easy to have an accident out here if you're impaired and it's so easy to get dehydrated out here too."
"Help me with this?" Kelly asked, genuinely confused by the belts of the life jacket.
Gordon took the bright orange device from her hands and straightened it out. He looked into Kelly's bright hazel eyes the entire time he worked, even as cinching the belts of the floatation device squashed her breasts and forced them up.
Gordon pushed the boat away from the wooden pier with his foot. The boat rocked for a brief moment and almost immediately, the sails filled and pulled them away from the shore. He sat and took the tiller in hand and pulled the tiller to get them even further out to the open waters. She sat next to him and ran a fingernail from his throat to just under his open collar.
"No alcohol? Then how are you going to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Kelly cooed and kissed him lightly.
"I uh I hadn't..." Gordon stammered and Kelly laughed, genuinely happy.
Gordon King was a wealthy man, the head of a local corporation that made, as far as Kelly knew, millions of dollars. Kelly was just a dental hygienist. And yet Kelly Straughter was making this millionaire flustered.
