JonDlundyn Parker adventure #6 cont
November 22nd 2006 17:51
Lundyn pondered the contents of the wallet as he steered the launch across the lake toward Toronto. Fong Sin Lee was probably the skipper of the vessel that was sunk, given where the wallet was found. So he was probably alive. The business cards were mainly from different businesses in Thailand and some from Australia. One was from a marine broker in Sydney and he was probably the one who sold the yacht to Fong Sin Lee. One card was of particular interest. It was written with Chinese characters but an email address was given in English. It was the same address given by the poor departed Hamash. And it seemed that the clue lead to Thailand. He would have the business card translated at the local Chinese restaurant where he was a well-known customer. His next problem was Karen. She was, he decided, making overtures to him. Not terribly subtle either. Her body language just screamed to him that she was available. He felt the stirrings within himself and despite having to develop his photos as quickly as possible to send to the insurance company he decided to take the time to get to know Karen better.
“I need to stop off at my home and pick up a change of clothes and then I can drop you at the wharf.” Lundyn said to Karen.
“Fine,” she replied with a toss of her head. “I don’t have a particular timetable these days.” Lundyn pulled up beside his ketch. He had put out fenders on the launch to protect the hulls of both vessels. He reached out his hand and took Karen’s. “Come on board and have a look around,” he invited.
“This is your home.” She smiled. “What a great looking yacht. Tell me about it.” Lundyn gave a brief history of the yacht. How he had boarded it with the Royal Australian Navy and later diving underneath had found a compartment that turned out filled with low-grade heroin. A full search by Her Majesty’s Customs had revealed some little secret nooks and crannies for hiding weapons. Lundyn had found more when he took over the vessel after purchasing it from the auctions. But that was still his secret. He told her how he had converted the crew quarters into a dark room and photo studio to help with his insurance work. He described the engine power, the generator that gave him power to run his computer and all the electrical gadgetry he was fond of.
“It is my home and fully self contained office. I can sail her almost anywhere in the world and do my work from her. She is equipped with state of the art communication systems, a long range radar and she sails like a witch.” Lundyn beamed as described his boat. It was really his first love these days. He could not believe his luck at being able to buy it at the auctions. It was not particularly cheap but as he was the only person that knew the boat fairly intimately he had been able to outbid the other buyer who would have needed to do surveys and so on to trust the integrity of the boat.
As Lundyn transferred his dive gear from the launch and all his photographic gear as well, Karen looked through the yacht. Compared to the motor cruisers she knew and particularly her husband’s last boat it was much smaller in space. But it had so many features tucked away here and there. It looked so comfortable and ‘shippy’ with all the brass knick-knacks and the small oil paintings of ships at sea. She looked intently at the framed photos of navy ships and some of Lundyn with navy comrades. In the master cabin she sat on the queen-sized bed and looked around. Definitely a man’s den, she thought. Lots of leather, dark panelled timbers, a cutlass hanging over the bed-head, an antique looking globe of the world and a small wardrobe. “’Excuse me, I need to get changed.” said Lundyn as he entered the cabin, ducking his head through the door.
“Oh!” said Karen. “You weren’t so shy on the launch.”
With one brief movement Lundyn had dropped his shorts and hauled off his shirt. He stood naked in front of Karen who audibly gasped at the speed the subject of her current desire was available.
“Damn you look good enough to eat,” she murmured. “Do you think I could?” Lundyn moved close to her as she reached toward him fondling his testicles and licking his shaft. She enclosed it with her lips and felt Lundyn’s hands take her hair and ruffle it gently in time with her sucking. She reached one hand around and stroked his bare flanks, caressing his crack and his puckering anus. As she felt him about to disgorge his semen into her hungry mouth she jabbed her finger into his anal passage making him gasp with equal pleasure and pain. The hot semen filled her mouth and she stood and reached her arms around his neck and proceeded to pass the fluid back to him. He took it all then just as keenly passed it back to her. The game continued as he stripped her of her frock and panties, running his fingers all over her body. Lingering on her erect nipples that topped her perfect orbs and then he slowly pushed her to the bed. He opened her legs and reached his face toward her pelvic mound. His lips brushed softly over her trimmed pubic bush and sought her hidden lips. There he finally let out his sperm, wetting her completely. She moaned as his tongue sought out her clitoris and started to rub it. He held her buttocks in one hand high off the bed and his other hand wandered up to her breasts. She clutched his hand at her breasts and rubbed urgently at the flame she felt there. Her other hand was curled around his hair pulling his head closer to her, she could not get enough of his action. She set the pace she wanted with his licking and as he felt her reaching toward a climax he turned himself around with his thighs either side of her face and he ate up her pussy as she writhed beneath him.
“God… I am really hungry now,” she said, as they lay back side-by-side on the bed. “Ah,” replied Lundyn, “I have just the thing. Gravlax of salmon with steamed new potatoes in Hollandaise sauce.”
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“I need to stop off at my home and pick up a change of clothes and then I can drop you at the wharf.” Lundyn said to Karen.
“Fine,” she replied with a toss of her head. “I don’t have a particular timetable these days.” Lundyn pulled up beside his ketch. He had put out fenders on the launch to protect the hulls of both vessels. He reached out his hand and took Karen’s. “Come on board and have a look around,” he invited.
“This is your home.” She smiled. “What a great looking yacht. Tell me about it.” Lundyn gave a brief history of the yacht. How he had boarded it with the Royal Australian Navy and later diving underneath had found a compartment that turned out filled with low-grade heroin. A full search by Her Majesty’s Customs had revealed some little secret nooks and crannies for hiding weapons. Lundyn had found more when he took over the vessel after purchasing it from the auctions. But that was still his secret. He told her how he had converted the crew quarters into a dark room and photo studio to help with his insurance work. He described the engine power, the generator that gave him power to run his computer and all the electrical gadgetry he was fond of.
As Lundyn transferred his dive gear from the launch and all his photographic gear as well, Karen looked through the yacht. Compared to the motor cruisers she knew and particularly her husband’s last boat it was much smaller in space. But it had so many features tucked away here and there. It looked so comfortable and ‘shippy’ with all the brass knick-knacks and the small oil paintings of ships at sea. She looked intently at the framed photos of navy ships and some of Lundyn with navy comrades. In the master cabin she sat on the queen-sized bed and looked around. Definitely a man’s den, she thought. Lots of leather, dark panelled timbers, a cutlass hanging over the bed-head, an antique looking globe of the world and a small wardrobe. “’Excuse me, I need to get changed.” said Lundyn as he entered the cabin, ducking his head through the door.
“Oh!” said Karen. “You weren’t so shy on the launch.”
With one brief movement Lundyn had dropped his shorts and hauled off his shirt. He stood naked in front of Karen who audibly gasped at the speed the subject of her current desire was available.
“Damn you look good enough to eat,” she murmured. “Do you think I could?” Lundyn moved close to her as she reached toward him fondling his testicles and licking his shaft. She enclosed it with her lips and felt Lundyn’s hands take her hair and ruffle it gently in time with her sucking. She reached one hand around and stroked his bare flanks, caressing his crack and his puckering anus. As she felt him about to disgorge his semen into her hungry mouth she jabbed her finger into his anal passage making him gasp with equal pleasure and pain. The hot semen filled her mouth and she stood and reached her arms around his neck and proceeded to pass the fluid back to him. He took it all then just as keenly passed it back to her. The game continued as he stripped her of her frock and panties, running his fingers all over her body. Lingering on her erect nipples that topped her perfect orbs and then he slowly pushed her to the bed. He opened her legs and reached his face toward her pelvic mound. His lips brushed softly over her trimmed pubic bush and sought her hidden lips. There he finally let out his sperm, wetting her completely. She moaned as his tongue sought out her clitoris and started to rub it. He held her buttocks in one hand high off the bed and his other hand wandered up to her breasts. She clutched his hand at her breasts and rubbed urgently at the flame she felt there. Her other hand was curled around his hair pulling his head closer to her, she could not get enough of his action. She set the pace she wanted with his licking and as he felt her reaching toward a climax he turned himself around with his thighs either side of her face and he ate up her pussy as she writhed beneath him.
“God… I am really hungry now,” she said, as they lay back side-by-side on the bed. “Ah,” replied Lundyn, “I have just the thing. Gravlax of salmon with steamed new potatoes in Hollandaise sauce.”
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