Starting From Scratch Ep. 095: Jolly Roger

9:30 AM...Nashville Marina on the Cumberland River...a perfect morning.

"There's Roger's truck so I know I'm at the right place."

Piper Cherry navigated the parking area while avoiding boats being backed in by ready to enjoy the weekend sportsmen. Finding a spot to park toward the head of the lot she shut her engine off and spaced out for a moment. "Not enough sleep after the game last night. I gotta wake up!" A couple pats to her face on both sides she grabbed her coffee cup and gulped it until gone. "Caffeine do your job. God I have a long day today and I swore Roger I would make it a day to remember. I can't let him down."

Cell poised before her she called Roger awaiting his answer. Yawning as he responded with, "I saw you when you backed up I was sitting in my truck to greet you."

"Good morning Jolly Roger."

"Heard you had a rough night?"

"Hopefully rougher tonight." She chuckled, "Yes...what did you hear and who told you?"

"Orgy after the game on the football field? Nice!"

"So much fun. So much more than that."

"Yet you didn't want me to come to the game. I feel cheated."

"Don't be...I'm your slave all night long Cap'n. I just didn't want you to distract me. That's why I had the cheerleaders treat you during Detention before the game. My way of making up for holding you back. Are you mad at me?"

"Never ever! We're not anything serious...just two sluts on a mission."

"Thank you Roger. You know I'll always play with you. To be honest I really did intend to not have sex before our date today but I just couldn't help it."

"You shouldn't deny your needs Piper. I'm fine trust me."

"Good! I only slept three hours so do whatever you have to in keeping me energetic."

"Holding you to that anything Counsellor."

"ANY THING!"

"I heard you the first time. You wear that skull and crossbones bikini you said you had?"

"I did! Me and Boner get along well."

"Bring a dress for tonight?"

"Yep! Most revealing you've seen on me yet. When I wear it that is."

"Alright! Grab your bag and head my way I'll meet you at my tailgate."

"On my way Captain Dundee." Signing off she put her cell in her bag with her evening dress and suntan lotion, items she might need like Bodzilla in case he wanted to use it on her. Thong sandal's in fashion this morning but stiletto heels also hidden in her bag for later. Not truly dance shoes but she was a Mistress of navigation when it came to stripper heels. "Ready or so fucking ready here I cum." It was such a beautiful morning and she only added too it.

Locking up her Ford Edge she shuffled along behind car after car. Roger was indeed sitting on his tailgate in shorts and tennis shoes, no shirt to show off his muscular physique, ballcap atop his head and sunglasses. He recorded her runway travels from the distance making her aim for a sexier walk than she had intended.

In the background without her noticing, quite a few gents stopped their backing up of boats which were still on their trailer frames just to take in her backside. Her Buccini as she called it after a Buccaneer was a micro string so it was all bare ass sinking deep into her harbor. Secretive unless watching her walk toward you the front patch over her pussy had a skull with a wide open jawline that hid zero labia below, what labia did peek out was as if the skull had a tongue and razzing the world. This was a purchase long ago when she and her ex-husband went to Cabo. That opened jaw was meant to not only invite a lover in to skull fuck her but simply just to fuck her without taking it off. Her extremely narrow labia however was hard to see unless up close and personable.

Her top covered more territory encasing her 38C's like black sails with a pirate ship underwire, each step would likely make any landlubbers seasick in a good way, her breasts bobbing about on her High C's. The strings holding the top on crossed her back like crossbones of ivory. Amid her lofty sails were nipples that defied the seven seas. For now!

"Looks to me like you're putting together a new crew First Mate Cherry." Roger nodded at a cluster of men viewing her. Some of their girlfriends acting jealous one minute then drooling themselves the next.

Twisting in step to see her dock workers she waved and shook her tits at them. The response became whistling wind and howling seize, women mimicking Piper just for laughs while waving back. She was a hit as always. With more and more cars, trucks, and boats showing up she scurried out of the way and threw her bag on the tailgate. Before Roger could react outside of standing up and resting his cell on the truck bed she jumped him, arms around his neck and locating his lips. Good thing his ballcap was on backwards or he might have lost it.

Hands all over one another their public display of affection was met with more praise. Sensing her adrenalin Roger recalled her making it perfectly clear that he should always show her off. Sweltering kiss or not his hands reached around her back and untied her top. Now traffic was halting be it tires or on foot. All eyes, a good fourteen voyeurs welcomed Roger's devious antics. Once untied and cups loosened he brought his hands up between their bodies and slipped them under her sails. Palms on her tiny island nips he squeezed them for all to witness. His actions made her steal his soul and his breath by amplifying their lip lock.

A sudden chant was heard out of all things the females ready to party on the river. College kids full of Spring Break angst carried over. "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" They didn't really expect Roger to but it was funny trying. To their shock and a whole lot of guys exhaling "Whoa!",Roger released one breast and pulled the ships free of drydock and cast the sails behind him. Back to palming her their kiss had every girl there hugging their men, knowing this kind of show was definitely going to turn them on to the point of an orgy on the water. A few even went so far as to grip the crotches of their trunks and started rubbing. Grins all around!

Finally Roger removed his hands and relocated them to Piper's ass and lifted her up off her sandal's and slightly over his head so she had to kiss him with his neck tilted back. All in to win Buckaroo! Hearing honks from incoming traffic the voyeurs were forced to finish their jobs in getting their boats in the water. Show was only over for them. Newcomers arriving were less youthful and ready to get in some fishing. One said gent walked up to Roger and cleared his throat as if objecting, but not.

"Looks like the fish are biting. Haul in a Hermaid?"

Laughing mid kiss Roger peeled away and stood Piper back on to her feet. "Gotta have the right kind of bait Harvey." Piper clung to Roger's chest, technically the first time she had seen him without his shirt, they both always in school. Even that day in Detention with the pep squad Rog wore his button down with it only unbuttoned. He was chiseled and she was mesmerized caressing every contour without acknowledging this Harvey.

"Piper this is Harv. Harv...Piper! He's the Dock Manager. She's a Counsellor."

"Hi Harv." She spoke without looking, her eyes lost in Roger's chest.

"Mornin' young lady. For the record this is a clothing enforced area. What you do on the dick...I mean dock is at my discretion."

"Should she put her top back on?" Rog winked at him.

"Course not! Lose the bottoms for all I care. Until someone reports ya you know I'm good Dundee."

"Yep! Just wanted to muse over Piper's reaction. No kids around I figure we're good."

"Yet! Just watch your sex...six!" He chuckled. "Open water...open mind I say!"

"That's the plan Harv." He nodded then gently brought Piper to him in a tighter embrace. Closely inspecting her eyes trying to lure them away from his chest he met with no success. "You done dragging my waters yet."

"Nope!" She went right back to exploring his six pack abs. "Lost at sea Cap'n does Crunches!"

"Cute couple!" Harv smirked, "See ya out there maybe."

"I'll be heading for the backwaters. Little more privacy and out of the way of any barges coming through."

"College kids I just nudged along might head that way too. Best get a head start if you want prime sealistate."

"Right! Thanks Harv."

"Nice meetin' ya Counsellor."

"You too Harv." She sighed then shook her head, "OH MY GOD! I can't stop studying your chest. I've seen it but...not seen it Roger. I knew you were buff but...FUCK ME!"

"You know I will."

"All fucking day Sci Guy!"

"Let's get going. He's right if we don't stake a claim out there we won't be able to relax for all the traffic. I got your bag...and your top." He stuffed her bikini in the bag and pocketed his cell. Tailgate up she smiled at roaming free topless.

"Full steam ahead Jolly Roger."

"Yes they are." He winked at her poised nipples.

"Better than a compass?"

"Best compASS in Nashville! Any direction we go I'm right behind ya."

"Well seeing as I don't know where I'm going even with these compass needles following seagulls I think I'll be right behind you instead."

"Beside!"

He took her hand and led the way but evened it out. Moving toward the actual boat docks all eyes were glued to them. She felt adored, and strangely loved Roger's companionship with or without sex of any kind. He was a gentleman, he was built, he had charm, he had...an open mind. Everything she looked for in a...date. Still not ready for more! Her marriage nailed that coffin and tossed it overboard. Open mind on her part meant free spirit. Where the West wind blows!

Following a sidewalk down toward the actual boat docks meant passing those earlier college students. Smiling brightly and proud of her body, as well as Roger's, Piper waved again and played with her nipples just to rally more attention. Roger noticing her teasing simply shook his head and pondered reality, "She just can't help herself. I probably should have removed her entire bikini. Then again what's left could technically be enough for an eye patch. As long as she's happy she's gonna make me happy." Count on that Dundee!

Rivers edge they crossed over on to a wooden dock that led out to well over a hundred boats tied up and awaiting their owners return someday. Small boats up front grew in size the further they walked that ever lengthy gang plank. "Where's your boat?" She questioned Roger.

"Take a guess." He chuckled, "Obviously it's somewhere between us and the far end."

"Well you did say it was a houseboat so I presume it looks like a house?"

"Close enough. I'll give you a clue, it's 538 square feet with a sun deck roof. That should narrow it down about forty boats."

"That big white one?"

"It's not a yacht." He chuckled.

"I could buy it." She giggled. "Want an upgrade?"

"Nice to know you'd blow your money on me but thanks I'm happy with Matilda."

"Matilda? Boat's name or some secret girlfriend?"

"Named it after my Mom. God rest her soul! Can't see the name from here but it's on the bow and the stern."

"Oh great! Your Mom is gonna watch us rechristen the boat to the Horton-Dexter II, home school addition!"

"Ha! Ha! Fine we're coming up on her now." He holds her hand but drags her arm along in pointing it out.

"All glass? You must know my no curtains or blinds rule in my house."

"There's blinds they're just rolled up above the glass. Notice something else?"

"Fireplace on the back deck? Ohhhhhh! Full size bed up top and outdoors? Mmmmm!"

"I figure we can pop open some champagne and sunbathe on the roof once I get us out to our anchoring hole. I know these waters like the back of my hand." Reaching the boat Piper notes the bow saying Matilda.

"Hi Mom!" She giggled.

"Nothing breakable in here is there?" He lifts her bag.

"Just my cellphone. Whip it!" He laughed at her sway then pitched her bag over the boat's fly deck. "Ooooo! A sliding board from the roof."

"Yep! In case we go swimming."

"Is it safe to swim in the backwaters?"

"Life preservers we'll be good! Not much undertow out there due to the tree line cutting off a lot of the forceful current. So I'll do the sweeping away from here." He picks her up in his arms as if carrying a bride across the threshold then steps on to the boat before resting her back down.

"Awww!" She beamed then told Matilda, "Don't get any ideas Mom. Notice I'm not wearing any veil, nor a dress, nor a garter belt."

"Relax I just felt like charming your bottoms off."

"Oh! In that case." She unties them and drags Rathbone up between her legs and hands them to him. "Here! Run this and my top up your flagpole."

"Planned on that actually. Have a look around while I hook these up and wave 'em proudly." He digs into her bag for the bikini top then heads up a staircase to the roof. Watching him climb then disappear she opens a pair of French doors and steps inside.

"Living room, kitchen with a full fridge, sink even. Very nice!" Exploration continuing she discovers private quarters, "Bedroom with a queen. Empty bedroom slash storage next door. Closet space basically. The bed outside must have come from here. Tiny bath but with a shower. As big as Roger is how he fits in that stall is anybody's guess. I couldn't live in anything this Tiny Houseboat Nation."

Moving on she finds the generator, water heater, and furnace. "All the comforts of home. Must be horrible in the winter time." A door on the other end leads to the steering deck, his wheel a metal version of an old seafaring wheel but instead of the multiple handle grips sticking out the sides she found specially made naked women each dancing in a different pose. "Oooo! There's an interesting birthday gift idea. I'll have one made that looks like me. Then again I wonder if these ladies are symbolizing notches on his belt?" She was having fun admiring each naked lady.

"My brother's idea." He spooked her dropping down from the rooftop using a dangling bar which he performed chin ups on each day. Doing three before ending his tease he drops to the deck and joins her at the wheel. "Wanna do the driving?"

"Oh no! I'd sideswipe every boat here on the way out. Besides I prefer a man who likes doing the driving...diving." A grip on his crotch told him exactly what she meant. "Flag at full mast?" She increased her grip and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yep! Go grab your bag and bring it inside I'll untie us and get this showboat on the road."

"Eye Eye Cap'n!" She salutes him winking one eye then the other and abandons his tented erection. Her ass worth the pause to watch as she headed for the back of the boat he grinned with a hint of contentment. He liked this girl. Possibly too much, but he would reel it in just to keep things cool between them. If she ever let on she might want more though...

"Don't get your hopes up Ma!" Tilda was still smiling down at her son.

Untying his launch on four posts he headed back inside the wheel room and fired the engine up. Well maintained as a hobby it purred like a kitten until revved. As she rejoined him to hug him from behind, her chest crushing into his back she sighed with her own contentment. He could actually sense her contentment.

Puckering as he set the boat in motion he pondered that maybe there was a brewing emotion hiding within them both. Fidgeting he knew that it had only been two weeks since meeting so it was likely just a creature comfort over any true feelings. Still, she was inhaling his scent.

"Salty Dog!" He chuckled. "My cologne!"

"Cute! Mind if I head up top to sunbathe while you reach our destination? I'd like to build a nice dark tone before tonight if possible."

"Bolted down chaises up there! That extra mattress on the floor if you want lower. There's also bottled water on ice in a cooler. Champagne too if you wanna start early."

"I'll have a glass ready when you drop anchor."

"It should take us twenty minutes to reach Dundee Island." He chuckles, "There's a small island out there in the back forty. Wouldn't go on it though probably snake infested."

"One large snake is enough." A fast rub of his erection she made her point.

"For now." He leered at her over his shoulder having navigated away from drydock and ventured for open water.

"Hmmm? That sounded devilish."

"Let's just say I ordered lunch ahead of time. My brother Brock is a Chef."

"Really?"

"Yep! We'll talk later go bake those cookies." With a kiss to his cheek she headed once more for the living room to gather things from her bag, namely lotion, beach towel, and her cell for music. Staircase up she was on top of the world Matilda.

"It's so beautiful out on the river." She made her way to the thick futon mattress and spread out her beach towel over it. With boats going by she waved proudly hearing whistles which sent her into a dance to tease, arms waving over her head as she provided a 360 revelation of her nudity.

"PARTY BOAT!"

Giggling she settled down and began oiling herself up for a frontal base. Laying back she removed her sunglasses and played some music from her playlists. Random tunes nothing in particular. Eyes closed she easily drifted off in the sun. Lack of sleep helped her along.

Enjoying the drive Roger texted his brother Brock while he had time alone and arranged the meal plan for 2 PM to give he and Piper a chance to sunbathe and talk. Strangely as horny as he was, he wasn't in any hurry to fuck. Part of him simply wanted an even playing field. With Brock familiar with the spot Roger was going it would be no problem finding them. Brock curious of Roger's new girl asked for a photo so Roger just sent him the video of her walking toward him from the parking lot earlier. Brock immediately called his younger brother by a year.

"Holding out on me Rog?" Brock chuckled. "Christ! That woman has Centerfold written all over her. How did you land that?"

"Counsellor at Horton-Dexter! I didn't fill you in until I knew her better. No since getting hopes up and falling flat on my face. She's here so I'm pretty sure she likes me."

"She works at Horton-Dexter? Daaaamn! Thanks for asking me to cook for you two. I look forward to meeting her. You fuel up Dad's boat for me?"

"Yep! Key's under the drivers seat."

"Okay! I told my staff I'd be leaving at 12:30 for a catering run, so I should be able to be out there by 2:00. Any last requests?"

"Extra whipped cream for dessert." Roger chuckled.

"Gonna share that dessert with me Bro?"

"I'll consider it."

"She kinky?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I filled you in." He laughed, "Might take a couple hours."

"Awww hell! Alright I've got orders to fill so I'll see you out there."

"Thanks Brock! I owe you one."

"Pay up while I'm out there."

"I'll see what I can do." Hanging up Roger shook his head. He knew Piper would go along with anything he wanted. Question was...could he involve his Brother? It would certainly be a first. "Worst case she can give him a blowjob." For starters!

Fifteen minutes later he reached his hiding spot amidst trees on both sides of the water. Idling in a spot with no overhang so that the sun would still be fierce he shut his boat down and dropped anchor. Peace at last!

"Time to check on Sunny Delight!"

He hurried up the back staircase and saw her glossy body laying flat and gorgeously posed. Moving over to her he dropped his shorts and stood naked over her but trying not to cast shadow. It was then he realized she was snoring. "Wore out from the football game last night. I'll just let her bake and tan alongside her. Better set my cell alarm in case I drift off myself." Seating himself next to her on the futon mattress he did just that then borrowed some suntan lotion to coat himself. Slick, Roger laid back and relaxed. His dick remained hard even as he too took a nap. Thirty minutes on the clock so neither burnt.