"Can I drive the boat?"
Startled by the voice behind him, Mario turned. A petite blonde woman stood in the open doorway of the wheelhouse. Her thin white blouse, caught by the breeze, outlined her shape. It was blatantly obvious that she wore nothing under the blouse, not even a bra.
"Well?" she said.
"Um." Mario considered her request. Technically, he wasn't supposed to let any of the passengers operate the party boat. On the other hand, he was supposed to keep the passengers happy, and sometimes that meant bending the rules a bit.
"Oh, come on." The woman entered the wheelhouse and stood beside Mario, so close their bodies almost touched.
He wished she would close that tiny gap. The thought of her body against his sent wonderfully exciting images through his brain, and his cock seemed to approve.
But he had to pull himself together. He was the boat captain. A little light flirting with the female passengers was acceptable, since it brought him better tips and sometimes resulted in the women spending a bit more cash at the bar on the lower deck. Anything more than that, though, was strictly off-limits. No one else would know about his fantasizing, but the temptation to act on the ideas was a little too dangerous.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Andrea." She held out a small hand.
Mario shook it. "I'm Captain Mario."
Andrea giggled. "Sounds like a character from a kids' TV show. Or a video game."
Mario rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure it does."
"You still haven't answered me." She leaned past him to study the instrument panel. "This looks complicated. Is it hard?"
Oh, you have no idea about hard. Mario bit back the comment before he could blurt it out. There were some lines he just couldn't cross.
"Not too difficult." He turned around, leaving room for Andrea to step in front of him. "Sure, you can give it a try. Just do exactly what I say, okay?"
"I'll follow your every command." Andrea winked and positioned herself on Mario's lap, where she wiggled as if to get more comfortable.
It didn't do a damn thing for Mario's comfort. The weight of her slight body directly on his cock sent a slew of X-rated thoughts through his mind. Surely, through her cutoff denim shorts and his slacks, she could feel how turned on he was.
Of course she could, and for all he knew, that was her intention. To turn him the fuck on knowing he couldn't do anything about it.
"What do I do first?" she asked.
You stop fucking teasing me. But that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to get her frigging shorts out of the way so he could undo his slacks and ram his dick right into her tight cunt. She had to be wet; there was no way she could turn him on this much without being turned on herself. He could slide right inside...
Except he couldn't, because he had to pilot the damn boat and act professional.
He took her hand and put it on the throttle. "You push this forward to speed up, and pull it back to slow down." He placed her other hand on the steering wheel. "Turn this way to go right, this way for left."
She giggled again. "I could have figured that out."
"I'm sure you could have. I can only let you drive for a few minutes. Once we reach the shipping channel, I'll have to take over."
"Can we go faster?" She pushed the throttle.
Mario immediately grabbed her hand and pulled it back. "Not right now. Just keep it steady."
"Oh, fine." She sounded like she was pouting, though Mario couldn't see her face to be certain.
Having her on his lap for the next several minutes was excruciating, even more so because every time he helped her turn the boat slightly, she gave an excited little wiggle. Just when he thought he'd gotten his dick under control, she made him hard all over again.
And he was pretty sure she knew it. Her giggles and joy weren't only because of being allowed to drive the boat. She almost certainly knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Finally they reached the first buoy marking the shipping channel. "Sorry," Mario said. "It's time to let me take back over."
"That's no fun." Andrea wriggled again. "Come on, let me keep driving. Please?"
"I can't. It isn't up to me. It's the law." He wasn't being totally honest, but right now, all he cared about was getting her off his frigging lap before he exploded in his pants.
"Can I drive on the way back?" Andrea stood and turned to face him. "I didn't have much of a turn. And this is fun." She ran her tongue over her lips.
Mario shivered and focused his attention on the throttle. "We'll see. Right now, I have to make sure we don't run into anything, so please go back to the party."
He said it more harshly than he should have, given that he was speaking to someone who was part of a group that had paid a couple thousand dollars for the use of the boat. But she was distracting him at a point where he had to pay close attention to what he was doing. Offending her was better than running the boat aground on one of the rocks close to the surface just outside the channel.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Andrea asked.