JonDlundyn Parker adventure # 7 - 3
November 28th 2006 18:34
That evening, still anchored off the little island, the three men pulled out their musical instruments and played some jazz. Roscoe and the General had cigarettes hanging from their lips and all three had a look of rapture on their faces. They took turns playing solo with their instruments. Long melodious soul stirring stuff that would not put any of them in a concert hall but made Karen’s hair tingle on the back of her neck. They had just finished a meal of crab and lobster stir fried in a spicy Thai style sauce. The meal was accompanied with steamed jasmine rice and a rich fruity Riesling wine from the Hunter valley. Coffee was brewing on the stove and a butter yellow moon was rising over the palm trees on the island. It cut a silver path to the ketch. A magical path that Karen felt she could simply walk a long and it would take her direct to the now floating orb. It would be a way out of her predicament. The last month had been one of the best in her life yet one of the most inwardly twisted as well. The horror of the murders aboard the cruiser was the worst, the suspicions of the police, the burying of her husband and then meeting these two fabulous men. Roscoe the tall, beast-like creature with impossibly huge shoulders and arms, his battered and scarred face and soft sensual soul. Lundyn, another enigma, tall and confident in everything he did. Not handsome or even attractive, he had the kind of face that would not stand out in a crowd. Yet it was not a plain face, it had character written over it. His tall sensuous body and the way he carried himself was in itself a turn on. His prowess in the bedroom she could vouch for. In fact, that was the trouble; both men were what she wanted in a lover. She could not decide so she had done nothing. She had not encouraged one or the other. Nor had either of the men seemed ready to take up where they had left off. At least that would have made it easier for her. But she was relaxed and her mind had nothing to do but worry about the day to day running of the ship and enjoying the sailing, the physical exercise she could join in with the men and just chilling out. Yet still in the pit of her stomach she could feel that somehow she had to decide.
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Roscoe and Lundyn had put away their instruments and were relaxing with coffee in the cockpit. The General was forward of the main mast with a mouth organ blowing out some blues. Karen came to join the two men. She was still dressed in her Sulu and had not added a T-shirt, as the night was quite hot and humid. Her breasts jiggled as she sat on the bench, each large and rounded perfectly and peaked with perky dark nipples. She still clutched a half glass of wine in her hand and raised it to the men in salute. “A great night of music guys,” she said. “It really is soul stirring stuff.” The two men saluted back, raising their coffee cups in return. Roscoe was watching her intently. With the bright moonlight he could make out the soft body hair on her stomach. Her stomach now hard as a washboard. Her face was clear of any make up but her lips seemed full and luscious, her smile enigmatic yet inviting. He was the one that finally broke the ice for the three of them. ‘You know Karen, that Lundyn and I are the very best of mates. There is nothing between us and nothing would come between us. We are open in everything we do. So if you feel that we might be hurt by anything you do don’t be.”
She could not remember which of the men she taken first. She seemed to move between them both like quicksilver. It was mixture of hard battering sex and soul satisfying lovemaking. It had come to a head in the cabin after the dishes were done. Two of them passing in the cabin face to face and she had simply rubbed her breasts along his chest. Which one was it? It didn’t matter. She simply let her physical side take over. The erection she felt as her hand moved to his crotch, blood pounding through the vessel. Hard muscles and sweat drenched bodies, the smell of sex so prominent in the close cabin. Her bunk was made up and she had one, then the other, right there. Did they watch each other? She did know or care. She poured out all her charms; all her physical and mental being was surrendered that night and they poured into her all the pent up sexual desire that was felt in them for so long. The sex and the lovemaking lasted till dawn. All three were shattered and lying naked around the saloon. Sleeping soundly nobody heard the General hoist the sails and raise the anchor. The ketch was two hours from the island before Lundyn appeared by the General’s side. He had washed and towelled down and dressed in just a pair of shorts. The General noted the bruise marks of Karen’s lips and teeth over his chest and shoulders. He pointed to them and said with a wry smile. “Should I go and get the first aid kit?” Lundyn grinned back but did not say anything. He noted the course and speed and dropped back below to the navigation table. Down here the other two were stirring. Karen was at the heads and Roscoe was lying back on a bunk with his massive hands clasping the back of his head. He was looking off into space, with dreamy look in his eyes. He glanced at Lundyn sitting in the navigator’s chair watching him. “Bugger me Lundyn, what a night. What an absolute ball buster of a night. Is she some woman or what?” Lundyn smiled at Roscoe and nodded. He did not want to add to what he had said. He too was quite flabbergasted at the turn of events.
The four held a council after breakfast. Although no one mentioned last night’s adventure directly it was still clear that more was to come. A broader smile here and there, a casual touch and just Karen sitting closer to her two lovers. It was decided that everyone was now to be extremely careful. They were just 7 degrees south of the equator and their object lay about another 12 degrees north of the equator. A little over 1000 miles to go but the boat traffic was getting much more dense and fishing boats in particular were dotted all over the sea. They were in radio contact with four other yachts at the time, one American, one Dutch and two South African. They were all roughly in a circle of 15 miles diameter and could be within site of each other in about an hour if there was to be any piracy trouble. Three of the yachts, including Lundyn’s had agreed to use their radar to track them over the next couple of days. Any suspicious vessels approaching any of the five individual yachts would be investigated as a group immediately. Lundyn had advised his insurance contacts of his whereabouts. It was a common practice of his and often he would get work just because he was handy in the area. Several days later he had just such a call. It came via his Internet line. It was to do with a large fuel tanker that was now drifting in waters just south of the equator. It was a days steaming away if he used his engine.
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