Finally, we have made it to the mouth of the Missouri River at St Louis.
Unfortunately, we have had to moor the ship and "Batten down the hatches" as a very intense early summer rainstorm is deluging us. It is one of those rains that it almost feels like the rainwater is mixed with sand, it stings so badly when it hits your skin.
Bob had initially thought the rain was fun. When it had first started, she had been up on deck dancing in it naked and having the time of her life. Until there was a sudden flash of lightning and an immediate, incredibly loud BOOM of thunder, which made her try to scramble for safety.
In almost cartoon fashion...her legs were churning as she tried to run toward the wheelhouse, but her feet were so slippery, that she ended up falling flat on her cute little ass in the process.
"Girl" I yell out " Get your sweet little butt down below deck...RIGHT NOW....before you get yourself struck by lightning or I have to spend the rest of the day picking splinters out of your ass"
"Bet you would LOVE that you old perv" She laughed.
She picked herself up off the deck and scampered, in a hunched over fashion, for the safety of the wheelhouse. Good thing I was standing right there to catch her...otherwise, with her feet slick and wet...she would have overshot the stairwell and took a bad tumble down to the Galley floor. As wet and slippery as her body was, I had a tough time hanging onto her as it was. But I somehow managed to hang on and save her from what could have been a bad accident!
As I held her close to me momentarily...I could not help but think about how wonderful her naked body felt in my arms.
"Snap out of it Rick" I tell myself " There will be plenty of time later for having fun, right now you got a ton of shit to do, to secure the ship from the storm!"
We hurry to secure everything topside... Making sure that all the ropes on all the Canvas rain covers have been cinched up, so that the wind wont whip them to pieces, if it gets to gusting too much.
Once satisfied that we are as ready for a storm as can be, we go below deck...I close and latch the hatch doors, and grab a mop to soak up some of the rainwater that has been tracked in.
Meanwhile, Bob is rummaging around in the cupboards and discovers a box of instant hot chocolate. You would have thought she had discovered a box of gold; she is so excited!
"Oh, if we only had a few marshmallows to go with this...I would be a very happy girl!" she says.
"What would you give me, if I could scrounge up a few" I ask.
"Guess that depends upon how fresh and smooshy they are" she laughs.
"Marshmallows are kind of like little titties...if they are nice, soft, and squishy...everybody wants them; and you can just about name any price and they will pay I; just to get their hands on them. Big old, hard and dried out ones...Just not much of a market for those!" she says with a grin. "I mean they would be better than nothing...but just not worth as much effort!"
I walk back to a far cabinet, reach way up on a top shelf....and produce a small package of fresh miniature marshmallows...
Just as soon as she sees them, Bob starts jumping up and down with glee... her perky little tits bouncing up and down as well!
"Better not do that"...I say "Liable to give yourself two black eyes, if you keep that up."
She giggles, then set about heating some water....and preparing two hot steaming cups of chocolate, with LOTS of little marshmallows.
We sat side by side on the little hide a bed, then pulled the table closer to rest our cups on.
I must admit...that hot creamy chocolate really did hit the spot. Both of us had melted marshmallow moustaches before we finished our cups...which immediately set us both off, laughing as if it was the funniest thing we had ever seen.
I leaned back into the corner of the hide a bed...and Bob turned and snuggled up next to me. Her back was against my chest...her beautiful auburn hair was up next to my nose....and smelled SO good... just feeling the warmth of her naked body next to me... made my cock start to swell, in hopes of where some "Rainy day activities" might lead.
