It was hot and muggy. Unusually so for October even in Florida. What you don’t need in Florida is a heat that wraps you like a warm blanket. But they were provisioning for a journey to South America where the forecasts looked much more to their liking.
He picked a hell of a time to have to depart quickly to attend to the business. The business was supposed to be on autopilot by now, and they were both hoping this would be the last trip needed for quite some time. Between the heat and the water maker acting up, she had just about had it with being alone. Plus the day before yesterday she’d left her purse somewhere in town. And with it, her wallet and her phone. And her phone was her connection to the rest of the world.
But the view. Oh the view.
She kept reminding herself that the worst days here buried the commuter lifestyle of the American suburbs without even skipping a beat.
It had taken almost two months for her seasickness so subside. Two months of being green and chucking over the side. Everything was better now. She’d paid her dues and now started to feel like a sailor. There was an upside to it, she’d lost ten more pounds. Not exactly the way she’d wanted to but it was bathing suits all the time on this boat. Every inch counted.
The watermaker was a problem now though. The boat held three hundred gallons, but in this heat, it wasn’t going to last the week even skipping laundry and showers.
They had docked the boat in a slip all the way at the end. Walking an extra two blocks made it considerably cheaper, and neither of them really minded it anyway. It was quieter at the end with almost no tourists walking by.
She had seen the Marina handyman a few times earlier in the day and poked her head up from time to time over the top of the console from where she was sitting in the shade to see if he was walking by.
She flagged him down and asked him to come and take a look at it. After more than an hour he came up to the cockpit and explained in great detail why it needed to be replaced.
She was upset at the news and wiped her hair from her forehead.
“Well Ma’am,” he said in a thick accent she couldn’t quite place. He looked at her water tank gauges, “You’re gonna be runnin’ outta water at some point.”
“It’s going to have to wait until my husband is back later in the week, ” she paced the back of the walkway looking down at her bare feet. “You’re sure I can’t cross my heart and hope to die that I pay you when he gets back?” she drew an X across her chest and smiled.
“Boss won’t let me, Ma’am,” he said, looking at her chest as she crossed it.
She noticed him looking at her. It wasn’t the first time he’d stolen a look. She brought her hand up to the collar of her white wrap, “You suuuree?”
He swallowed hard, “Wha… what do you mean Ma’am?”
This was more acting on his part than he was verbalizing. He knew exactly what he wanted from her.
“I’m just wondering if we can come to some sort of arrangement,” she said with a sly smile. “Maybe payment under the table.”
He looked down at her cleavage and smiled, “Well there is something…”
“Oh yes?” she said, twirling her hair trying to play innocent.
“How about a hand job?”
She made a mock shocked face, “Just what kind of girl do you think I am?”
“Oh sorry,” he said smiling. “I can go.”
She looked away, thinking for a minute. Then she thought about not having water. “Okay, but I have some conditions.”
He tried not to smile like an idiot, “Yes?”
“JUST! a handjob. No touching me or pictures or anything like that.”
He nodded in agreement.
“And then we’re even right? You’ll fix the water maker and that’ll be it?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“I’m serious about the touching and pictures,” she said sternly.
“No pictures or touching. You’re the boss.”
She looked around nervously, looking for anyone on the dock. It was completely empty and she took a deep breath as she turned back to him.
She looked him up and down. He was actually a very good looking guy, the years of manual labor and constant sun gave him a rough and cut look. He was eying her openly now and she could see the bulge in his shorts.
“Okay, drop your shorts Mister and sit here.”
“Oh yes Ma’am,” he said and reached down to his waistband.
She couldn’t help but stare at his hardening cock as he dropped his pants and sat in the chair under the salon awning. She grabbed a cushion off of the adjoining chair and put it down by his feet and kneeled down in front of him. Reaching out, she put her hands on his thighs and he jumped a little at her touch.
“I’ll bet you spend a lot of time jerking off over all of the women who come in and out of this marina don’t you?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile.
He nodded. His mouth was dry and he was afraid to speak.
She slid her hands up to his cock. He jumped again. “It’s okay, I’m going to take good care of you.”
He was staring at her cleavage as she traced her fingers up his shaft.
She looked down at her cleavage and then back up at him, “Do you like my big titties Mr Handyman?”
He nodded.
“Tell me you like them.”
“I like your ttt… titties Ma’am.”
She gripped his cock gently and began stroking him.
Her breathing got short and her heart rate soared. She wasn’t expecting this. Oh who is she kidding, yes she was.