The pain from the pressure in my bladder, woke me the next morning. I lifted my head and knew by the faint glow coming from the hatch above, that it must be close to dawn. The air was cold but snuggled in against Aaron; I was beautifully warm and did not want to move. I dropped my head back to the pillow, knowing I had to brave the transom, but not wanting to get out of the lovely warm bed. I stretched and felt unfamiliar muscles twinge from yesterday's activities. An image of Aaron, Ryker and me on the beach floating into my mind, and my stomach churned at the thought. God, how could I have let them do that to me?
But the thought of them using my body brought back the memory of how willing and insatiable I had been. However, my rekindled desire increased the pain in my bladder, and I forced myself to crawl out of bed. Stark naked, I stepped out onto the transom. I looked around in the gloomy light to make sure no other boat had arrived in the night. Assured that we still had the bay all to ourselves I perched myself over the water and relieved myself.
"Sounds like you were busting," Ryker said as he stepped out onto the transom, sending a strong arc of piss into the ocean.
"Can't you give a woman some privacy?" I snapped.
"What woman? You are one of the guys now. And, No, privacy is hard to come by on a Yacht."
I looked at his silhouette, standing out against the sea and the island. The sky was glowing a dull orange to our left as the dawn approached.
"I'd like a photograph of you standing there. You look like Atlas with a Javelin in your hand."
"Stay there. I'll go get my camera." And Ryker finished peeing, then gave his cock a couple of shakes and disappeared back inside.
I stood and wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling the cold. Ryker appeared with his camera and a bundle in his arms. He dumped everything by the helm, then held out a robe for me, wrapped it tight around me and tied the cord. His naked body held me tight for a few moments longer than was necessary, and had me thinking naughty thoughts.
He let me go and picked up the camera. "Now where do you want me?"
I saw the camera was a Sony, and an expensive one at that, "Can you set it up for this light? I'm unfamiliar with how to work a Sony?"
As he fiddled with the settings, he asked, "Are you familiar with manual settings on a camera?"
"I did a photography elective in the sixth form, as my father is a keen photographer. But we used mostly Fujifilm Mirrorless cameras."
When Ryker handed me the camera, I tentatively stepped back onto the transom and lodged myself against the barbecue pole. Then holding onto the camera with both hands framed a shot of Ryker's silhouette in the golden light of the amazing dawn.
Aaron popped his head out of the hatch, "You've left me for another naked man already."
Startled, I felt myself blush crimson and nearly dropped the camera. But Aaron just walked to the stern and relieved himself into the sea. So I pulled myself together and snapped of another half dozen photos of the guys standing there in all their glory.
Aaron and I climbed back into our warm bed and cuddled together as Ryker prepared breakfast. And soon there was a fantastic smell permeating the cabin. It smelled like our house when my mother cooked jam, so I knew Ryker was cooking the fruit we had gathered for breakfast.
"Let's go for a quick swim to wake up," said Aaron, "Well have breakfast after the swim."
I crawled out of bed, pulled on my bikini, and followed him out on deck. He lifted one of the cockpit seat lids and handed me the mask, snorkel, and flippers; once all geared up, we jumped off the transom. The water was cold after the warmth of our bed. We set off in a slow overarm crawl, towards the point to our left. Then cruised around, looking at the fish. I saw there were lots of large butterfish here. And raised my head, spat out the snorkel and asked if I could catch a butterfish to take home to my dad.
"Sure, I'll get the speargun." But as Aaron put his head down to swim back to the yacht, he got all excited and pointed down at a big rock. I looked but could not see the large butterfish that I expected he would be pointing at.
He lifted his head above water, "Look under the rock where I'm pointing. There are big crayfish feelers. Can you swim back and tell Ryker, then bring me back the catch bag and the speargun? I'll stay here and watch that it doesn't escape."
I ducked my head back under the water, looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, large long red feelers waved around, so I excitedly set off to the yacht.
Once I told Ryker what we had just seen, he got the catch bag, and speargun and flicked the stove off. Then we dived back into the sea and swam over to Aaron. We all took large breaths and dived down to the shelf where the feelers were still waving. It was only about three meters deep, so well within my capabilities.
There were three good-sized crays under the rock and several smaller ones. Ryker handed me some gloves to put on and indicated that I was to grab the big one. Aaron used the handle part of the speargun to nudge the cray towards me, and I grabbed its feelers. I was rewarded with a needle-like pain in my finger but I held on tight as it tried to get away by flicking its tail. I was amazed at how powerful it was.
The cray gave some powerful flicks of its tail and despite the pain, I held tight and pulled it from beneath the rock. Aaron grabbed it by its body, flipped it into the catch bag, and then indicated for me to get the next one. I was a bit wary this time and waited until Aaron had manoeuvred it around with the speargun handle again. It was facing away from me this time, and when I grabbed the feelers, I didn't get spiked.
Once we had the three biggest crays, Aaron handed the catch bag to Ryker and he headed back to the boat. Then after another big breath of air, we descended to catch me a butterfish.
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Back at the yacht, Ryker helped us both on board. I complained to the guys that I had a sore finger and asked why they had not told me to come at the feelers from a different angle.
