Come Aboard
Sandy stretched out on the deck of her shipshape lobster scow, "Spanking Jenny." The sun was good, not too hot this early in the season, but still warm enough to invite her to relax. Josh and Hank would razz her if they caught her in this bikini. They almost never saw her in anything but waders and a tattered yellow sou'wester. Rusty blond hair with a bit of grey stuffed up under a knitted watchcap.
Those two didn't hardly flirt, except the dirty way old farts flirt with any woman. "Blah, blah, blah." Nosy cracks about what movie star she would hit the sack with. They called her a dyke, too, because she could haul out as many crab, lobster, and oysters as any of them. More maybe. Also because she sometimes fucked women.
Sandy rubbed a little lotion on her legs and arms, brown to where any shirt or shorts ended, then fishbelly white. She didn't need to apologize for her body. She was put together okay for an older gal; strong legs, strong arms, tight butt. Not a lot in the tit department, but her lovers liked, no, loved, her big long nipples. And she loved to have them sucked.
Thinking about it made her horny and she could feel that little achy itch in her pussy that made her need to get off. She sat halfway up and looked around the harbor. Quiet weekday. Nobody much around, and her mooring was out beyond most. Looked like only somebody way down the way on a paddleboard. Good. She could frig herself silly if she felt like and nobody around to say boo.
Couldn't see much anyways. The Jenny had pretty high railings, and she had her nest of rolled up tarp, nets and bait pails. Fuck 'em.
She untied her top from behind her neck. The bikini was really just two matching scarves. The top was a long one she pulled around her back, criss-crossed over her boobs and tied behind her neck. For the bottoms she put a big kerchief between her legs and tied the corners together on each hip. Done. Did just fine for sunbathing on deck.
Now she let her puppies out and stroked them. They said 'hello' really quick, getting tight so she could feel that little grab in her vag when she pinched them. A little lotion helped, though she wished her oyster scarred fingers were a soft mouth. Oh, now and again she liked a hefty dude with a red beard and strong hands to give her a good reaming. But other times... She was imaging a pair dark eyes and sweet lips she met on her last trip to Provincetown.
Time to untie the knots on her hips and let Miss Puss breathe a little. She could feel herself getting slippery down there and wanted to start stroking while the stroking was good.
"Hello, anyone on board?"
That was weird. A woman's voice, and it wasn't Marg, who would yell out, "Sandy, where the fuck are ya? I need a cold beah!" And just climb on board and start ransacking her cooler. The men almost always yelled 'ahoy' like they were pirates or something.
Well, this was a serious buzz chill.
"Hello! Someone on the dock said I might get fresh fish or crabs out here! Is this the right boat?"
The face of a nubile young woman with startling blue-grey eyes was just visible above the railing.
Sandy sat up, fuddling with her top, trying to get the knot tied behind her neck. Then she realized one knot on her bottoms was undone and went for that first. The top fell on the deck and she figured 'fuck it'; this was a woman and she didn't give a shit. Or maybe she did.
She stood up topless and looked over the gunwale. A very young, very curvy gal was balanced on a paddleboard. Her nipples said 'hello' again.
"Yeah, I'm here, and sorry but I was taking a little nap and sunbathe. This is sort of my day off. "
The young woman pouted in disappointment.
"So I guess you got nothing fresh today. I thought I was going to grill myself some ..., just get into the spirit of the place. I just got here, and asked at the dock. My cabin has a little barbecue, so .... Well, nevermind."
The young woman dug her paddle in and started to move off. Sandy realized she had barely blinked at seeing bare tits.
Well, hell, most young ladies who looked like this one would want a salad at some hoity toity place. Or maybe go on the prowl to get some stud to buy her dinner, not to gut, scale and burn their own fish.
"Hey, wait. I got some fish. Only I caught it for myself. But, hell, we can share. If you like. I have a grill I set up right here on deck. Course the whole place stinks of fish and crabs and shit. But if that doesn't put you off ...."
For the first time the girl seemed to be looking at the boat, at the harbor, at Sandy, a middle-years woman standing tall and lean in nothing but a bandanna wrapped around her hips. She gave a twisted smile and shook her head.
"When the writers' retreat people said this place was good for "shaking out the cobwebs" and "getting new perspectives" I figured they meant an isolated cabin looking out over a pretty harbor was a good place to unwind. But, shit, I'm already having an adventure, aren't I, so why not?
She maneuvered her board up next to the Spanking Jenny.
"How do I do this? I figured you would just hand me some seafood in a sack and I'd paddle away."
"Wait a sec." Sandy grabbed a nearby grappling hook and tucked it around the far edge of the paddleboard, pulling it tight to the hull.
"Okay, chuck your paddle over the railing. That's a good girl. You have the painter, sorry, the rope, attached to your leg? Good. Now take my hand and heave your belly up on the railing and pivot around. I don't promise you won't get skinned a little. Jenny's seen some rough times."
"Jenny? Is that you?"
"The boat, Spanking Jenny. Ready?"
"Yup."
"Okay, leap!"
The girl got her top half over the railing, and a nice top half it was, and then Sandy grabbed the plump but muscular leg that was scrambling to get over. It was an accident that Sandy's strong hand touched some parts that otherwise she might not. It was also quite strange that she was doing this mostly naked, but hey.
"Ouch, ow."
"You hurt?"
"Oh, maybe I skinned my knee or something. Doesn't matter."
"Let me see."
The girl offered a curvy leg with perfectly smooth skin except for the nasty abrasion just inside her left knee."
"I've got a first aid kit, a big one, so we can fix you up."
"We?"
"Me, really, I'm Sandy."
"Thanks, I'm ... Jennifer."
"Really."
"Yup."
"Hey, your bad leg is still hogtied to your 'craft'. Help me get the thing inboard."
"Kay."
They hauled the paddleboard over the side and left it dripping against the rail. And for a while they didn't have much to say, lying collapsed against the gunwale, just breathing.
"Well, let's get you fixed up. I've got clean water and soap. Do you want to use my head? Then I can give a kick and a promise to that scrape."
Jennifer was looking at her funny.
"What?"
