“Well, on a positive note, their shrieking will cover the sound of what we’re doing,” I pointed out.
“Oh!Yes, that’s true.”
He resumed spanking me as my cock jerked and my desire grew.The tumult above us only added to my excitement.
When he let up, he was breathing quick and hard, and I was trembling.
“Right.Into the water, pet.”
He took my wrist and turned me around, then marched me and my rosy backside into the sparkling pool.
“Let’s get all this grit off,” he said, pulling me into the centre of the depression.
The pool was waist-high in the middle, and the dirt sluiced off our skin when we submerged ourselves.Ducking under, I came up wiping the hair off my face and watched Dinesh surface at the same time.
“Shit, where’s the soap?”I asked.
“Blast.It’s in my trouser pocket,” he said, pushing the hair out of his face.He’d loosed his dark locks from their ribbon and now they made a damp curtain around his face, dripping over his shoulders.
“I’ll get it,” I said, making my way out of the refreshing water and over to where our clothes lay in a pile on the dry sand.I tried not to get Dinesh’s trousers wet as I located the wrapped soap and turned to go back.
“No.Stop right there,” Dinesh ordered.
I froze, gazing at him with wide eyes and wondering if a snake was about to drop onto me from above.
“Let me look at you a moment.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and stood taller.
“Like what you see?”I asked, giving him a smile and tossing the soap in one hand.
“Very much.God you are a vision.I wish I could have someone sketch you, Rooster, or do the job myself.But I haven’t the talent, and I wouldn’t know how to ask someone.”
“Oh, that’s easy.Find an artist on one of the ships we sack and capture them.Then make them sketch a portrait of me in a state of nature, perhaps with the shit-stopper up my arse, and if they do a good job, you can grant them their freedom.”
“Hmm, why didn’t I think of that?Brains and beauty.”
“Aye.That’s right,” I said.“May I come in now?”
“Yes.Let’s give these monkeys something to chatter about.”
We bathed each other with the soap, cleansing our hair and bodies the way they hadn’t been in a while, feeling refreshed and energetic by the time we gave up on keeping clean, and crashed together in the middle of the pool in a desperate embrace.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped.
“Mmm, you smell and taste so good, my little rooster,” Captain Martin said, his left arm a brace against my back and right hand slipping down to cup and squeeze my arse.His cock was a solid baton against my hip, as mine pressed into his thigh.“Come over here.”
He gave me another soul-searing kiss, and stepped back, releasing me, only to take my hand and tug me over to a shaded rock that jutted out of the pool near the edge where the water came up to our mid-calves.
“On your knees and hug that rock, sailor.”
Oh, hell yes.
I sank willingly to my knees and threw my arms around the solid boulder, glad the smooth surface hadn’t baked in the sun all day.The water came up to the middle of my thighs and kept me cool as I waited, breathless.
The captain emitted a predatory chuckle low in his throat as he sank to his knees behind me, the water surging.I craned my head around.
“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?”
