by Thomas Henry
On the way to Kewalo Basin, Sally explained that we’d eat lunch and do some trolling on our way over to the Penguin Bank, a submerged, coral-encrusted shield volcano just west of Molokai. We’d anchor outside the restricted area and bottom fish all night, and then we would troll back to Oahu tomorrow.
When we got to the harbor, the Cadillac pulled up behind Sally’s boat. This time, the engines were not yet running, and I saw no one on board other than the captain and the deck hand.
The young man I had talked with before was back on the boat next to Sally’s. He looked at me, then at Karen and Sally, and then back at me. He gave me a slight nod and a wink. Then he flashed the “shaka” sign with his hand. I wondered what he was going to think when the football players showed up as well.
The driver opened the trunk and handed each of us our bags and then helped the deck hand to carry several baskets onboard the boat. I assumed they contained food and adult beverages. Experience told me the boat already had chests full of ice and soda and beer.
The driver hopped back into the Cadillac and cruised out of the parking lot. As he had before, the young deck hand steadied Karen with one hand on her elbow and the other on her waist as she stepped from the dock to the boat. He smiled and said hello to me, but he didn’t offer to help me aboard. I wasn’t sure if he just assumed I didn’t need any help, or if he was fine with the idea of letting me fall overboard. What he didn’t know was that I’d been deep-sea fishing countless times, so getting on and off a slightly rocking boat was no big deal to me.
Sally introduced me to the captain (James, but call him “Kimo”) and his deck-hand son (George, but call him “Keoki”). They were virtual twins. Both were compact men with very dark tans and callused handshakes. Both wore mirrored wrap-around sunglasses that totally concealed their eyes and disguised their ages, and both sported perfect white teeth. The only obvious difference between the two was that Keoki had jet-black hair, whereas Kimo’s was salt-and-pepper.
Sally put an arm around Keoki’s shoulders and hugged him to her side, mashing his face into her breast and knocking off his sunglasses. “Keoki here is having a big day tomorrow. He’s turning 18.”
“Congratulations,” I said. “Got a big celebration planned?”
He glanced around the boat and shrugged his shoulders. His black eyes flickered to Karen, and he smiled. “Fishing, I guess.” He picked up his glasses and put them back on.
I tried to remember what I had done to celebrate my 18th birthday. I couldn’t recall. That was about the time Rachel and I had started dating, but I couldn’t remember if we had done something together. If we had, it surely wasn’t what had flashed through Keoki’s mind when he looked at Karen. I smiled to myself. Wishful thinking, kid.
Sally gave me a tour of the boat. The rear deck had a fighting chair at the back and ice chests with padded lids along the sides, but there was a large open space in the middle. Plenty of room for that elusive thousand-pound marlin, if we should be so lucky as to catch one.
In addition to a wheel, and controls and instruments for the boat’s engines, the main cabin contained a galley and a booth that seated four. A door at the front of the cabin led below to the head and sleeping quarters. The head had a shower compartment. I wondered if it had hot water. I do like my creature comforts…not that I was particularly expecting to shower on the boat.
The boat was set up to sleep four…or five, if anyone was up for a threesome. There were padded benches on both sides that could accommodate one person each, and a large two-or-three-person sleeping area that filled the bow. I had a vision of Karen in the bow with one of the football players, while the other two waited to be put into the game, so to speak.
Sally took me back up to the cabin and then up to the flying bridge, where the captain sat in a chair at a dual set of controls for the boat and its engines. The flying bridge was quite large and was sheltered by an oversized canvas canopy that offered excellent protection from the sun and weather. In addition to the captain’s chair, seating was provided by padded benches all around the perimeter.
About half an hour later, the football players arrived. Sally introduced us all by our first names. Of course, I recognized the blue-eyed blonde quarterback immediately. But given the somewhat delicate nature of the circumstances, I tried to give no indication that I knew who he was.
At first, I didn’t recognize his teammates out of uniform, but once I heard their first names, I realized that the massive white guy was the center, and the black guy with the dreads down to his shoulders was a wide receiver.
I was struck by how young they looked out of uniform…and how big they were. Even the quarterback was much larger in person than he appeared on the field surrounded by his linemen.
All three openly ogled Karen as she was introduced to them. I’m pretty sure she had no idea who they were.
The football players took turns trying out the fighting chair before they settled on the padded fish boxes. Karen disappeared into the main cabin. I wondered if she was going to change out of her shorts and t-shirt into something more “comfortable.”
Sally and I climbed the ladder and joined Kimo on the flying bridge as he started the boat’s twin diesels. Keoki cast off the lines, and we headed out of the harbor. As we navigated between the channel buoys, we were passed by an incoming fishing boat that was flying several flags. All displayed fish. No bikini bottoms.
As soon as we were clear of the channel, Keoki started letting out the trolling lines. There were three rods in holders along the back of the boat and one more on each side with their lines attached to outriggers by large rubber bands. As soon as he finished, Keoki got out a deck of cards and had each football player draw one to determine who would be up first if we hooked up with a fish.
It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes later when one of the reels began to sing. The players all whooped and the center jumped into the fighting chair. Keoki slung the harness around his back and then pulled the rod out of its holder. He staggered a bit as he brought the bent rod and singing reel to the chair and slid the butt into the holder. The center held onto the pole while Keoki snapped the harness onto the reel.
Keoki explained how the center should use his body to pull back on the pole and then crank the reel quickly while letting the pole come forward. From the bend of the pole, I knew that the fish wasn’t huge, and the center made short work of reeling it to the boat.
As I had pretty much expected, based on where we had been when the fish struck, it was an Ono. The lure it had hit was nothing more than a hexagonal chunk of chromed metal that trailed a single hook. I never cease to be amazed at some of the things fish will try to eat.
Keoki gaffed the Ono and pulled it over the transom, cautioning everyone to beware of the razor-sharp teeth as he used a pair of pliers to work the hook out of the flailing fish’s mouth. The quarterback lifted the lid of one of the chests, and Keoki expertly flipped the still-flopping fish onto the ice. He withdrew the gaff and the quarterback slammed the lid before the fish could fling itself back out onto the deck.
Keoki replaced the chunk of chrome with a plastic lure with a skirt and put the line out again. Then he disappeared into the cabin. The football players settled in to wait for another strike.
A few minutes later, Karen and Keoki came back on deck carrying trays of food for the players. Karen was still wearing her shorts and t-shirt, but the players were all smiles when she brought each of them a beer.
After the players were served, Karen and Keoki brought lunch up to the three of us on the flying bridge. At Sally’s request, they brought glasses of chilled white wine for Sally and me and a beer for Kimo. I expected that Karen and Keoki would join us, but they went back down to the cabin. They must have decided to eat at the booth.
I scanned the horizon, looking for birds. Circling or diving birds indicate the presence of fish near the surface. But I saw nothing. I wasn’t particularly surprised. This was one of those relatively rare days when ther
e was no wind, so the swells were smooth and glassy. It made for a pleasant boat ride but lousy fishing.
In my experience, fish bite in proportion to fisherman discomfort. So on a windy, rainy, choppy day, the fishermen are miserable, but the fish bite. On days like today, the fishermen get a nice boat ride, and that’s about it. Unless they have a Karen aboard.
After we finished eating, Karen and Keoki collected our trays and rubbish and disappeared into the cabin again. The wide receiver was sitting in the fighting chair, presumably because he was up next if we hooked another fish. The other two football players were lying on the padded fish boxes. All three were napping, probably because they were expecting to be up all night.
I kept scanning the horizon for birds, more out of habit than because I expected to see any on these glassy seas. Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Karen was making her way around the cabin and up to the deck at the bow of the boat. She was carrying a towel and a bottle of suntan lotion.
When she got around to the bow, she put down the towel and lotion and stripped down to her bikini. This was one I hadn’t seen before, which made sense since she had left home with nothing but the clothes she was wearing at the time. She must have purchased the new bikini during the shopping spree with Sally.
Unlike the bikini Bill had bought her, which did little but cover the bare essentials, this bikini looked like it was intended for actual swimming. The top, in particular, was substantial and gave her ample natural bosom all the containment and support it needed.
Karen sat down on the towel and started applying suntan lotion. She had pretty much covered everything she could reach when Keoki appeared with a padded mat that he arranged on the teak deck. Karen stood and spread her towel on the mat. She handed the bottle of lotion to Keoki and lay face-down on the towel.
Keoki knelt next to her and started applying lotion to her back. When his fingers encountered the bikini strap around her back, she said something to him. He put down the bottle and used both hands to unfasten the strap. The two halves fell to her sides, exposing her bare back. He picked up the lotion and resumed rubbing it on her.
When he got down to the waistband of her bikini bottom, Karen said something to him again. He lifted the elastic waistband with his fingertips while he rubbed lotion under it. I guess Karen wasn’t taking any chances of being burned around the edges.
Just when I thought Keoki was done, Karen spoke to him and he started rubbing more lotion on the backs of her thighs. Once again, he pulled at the elastic so that his fingers could spread the lotion under the edge of her bikini bottom. When his fingers ventured near her pussy, Karen wiggled and bounced her butt.
I heard a chuckle. It was the captain. His mirrored glassed prevented me from seeing the expression in his eyes, but his white smile lit up his sun-blackened face.
Keoki stood and set down the lotion. Karen turned her head and spoke to him. He shook his head a bit and gestured toward one of the outriggers. I had the impression he was about to go aft in case a fish should strike. He would need to clear the other lines, if necessary, and help land the fish.
Karen spoke again. Keoki glanced up toward his father, who gave him a quick nod. Keoki shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Oh, okay, I guess.”
He pulled off his t-shirt and stripped off his shorts. He was wearing a black speedo that made his turgid cock look like it had been shrink-wrapped against his groin. Karen scooted over to make room for him, and he quickly lay face-down next to her.
Sally rubbed my thigh. “She’s driving the poor boy crazy.” She squeezed my thigh. “Did you see his hard-on? Mmm-mmm.”
“Maybe you should give the ‘poor boy’ some relief like you did me,” I said, referring to the times Sally had blown me.
Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Oh, I’d like to give him something more than that. Look at his tight little ass.”
“So what’s stopping you? Too young?” I asked.
“Too dangerous! His daddy would kill me. Anyway, I make it a policy not to diddle the men who work for me.” She slid her hand up my thigh and patted my crotch. “Besides, I’m saving myself. It’s gonna be a long night.”
Once again, my butt clenched. But a tingle ran through my balls.
After a while, Karen clutched her loose bikini top to her breasts as she turned over onto her back. She said something to Keoki. He got up and looked around the cabin toward the back of the boat where the football players all appeared to be asleep. Then he shook his head slightly and said something to her as he lay down next to her on his back with his tightly-bound cock pointing in her direction.
Karen nodded and pulled off her top. I guessed she wanted to get an all-over tan. She spoke to Keoki. He reached over and picked up the suntan lotion and handed it to her. She handed it back to him. His hands shook visibly as he rubbed the lotion on her bare breasts. Now his speedo had a shiny wet spot at the head of his visibly larger cock.
After an hour or so, Karen sat up and picked up her bikini top. She patted Keoki on the thigh and then positioned the cups over her breasts. He sat up and fastened the strap for her.
Karen stood up and picked up her t-shirt and shorts. Keoki got up and put his clothes back on. He picked up the towel, but left the padded mat. They made their way around the cabin to the rear deck.
The quarterback and the center were still asleep, but the wider receiver was awake. When he saw Karen in her bikini, he flashed his perfect teeth and applauded with slow, exaggerated swings of his hands. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He cupped his crotch.
Karen turned and thrust her butt in his direction before disappearing into the cabin. My stomach tightened. I had figured her flirtation with Keoki to be harmless, but this guy was another matter.
* * * *
We got no further strikes after the Ono. As we approached the Penguin Bank, Keoki reeled in the trolling lines and began setting up for bottom fishing.
When Kimo throttled back on the boat’s engines, the football players all awoke and sat up. The quarterback made his way to the cabin. I guessed he was going to use the head. I wondered what would happen when he encountered Karen.
He was gone for about ten minutes, which seemed a long time just to take a whiz. But when he returned, the reason for the delay was obvious. He came out of the cabin swinging Karen’s bikini top. Of course, that got a rise out of the others.
The wide receiver hopped to his feet and went into the cabin. A few minutes later, he returned swinging Karen’s bikini bottom. I really didn’t know what to make of that. On the one hand, neither player had been gone long enough to have had sex with Karen. But on the other hand, she obviously was no longer wearing her bikini. Was she now naked, or had she changed into something else? My stomach was in turmoil, but my balls were tingling.
The quarterback and the wide receiver started cajoling the center, trying to get him to go into the cabin, too. But he demurred. I got the impression that he was somewhat shy, which seemed incongruous for such a huge guy.
Keoki went into the cabin and returned with a folding card table. He set it up in the middle of the deck and then brought out four folding chairs.
Kimo had slowed the boat considerably, and he was studying the screens of his instruments. I figured he was looking at the depth of the water and checking the GPS to be sure we were outside the protected area.
Kimo called out to Keoki and told him to ready the anchor. When Kimo shifted into neutral and called out again, Keoki dropped the anchor into the water. Then he set about baiting and dropping the hooks to the ocean bottom.
When he had finished putting out all the lines, Keoki told the football players to take seats at the table for dinner, and he went into the cabin. I thought it interesting that he had brought out four chairs. Who was going to join them? Karen seemed the likely answer, but maybe the captain was a football fan and wanted to dine with them.
Kimo killed the engines, and a minute later, contemporary Hawaiian m
usic began to play. First up was Iz, strumming his uke and singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”
Just about the time Sean Na’auao hit the first chorus of “Fish and Poi,” Keoki and Karen came out of the cabin to serve the players. None of them paid any attention to the food. Their eyes were glued to Karen.
My eyes were glued to her as well. She was wearing the most amazing outfit. “Damn,” I whispered. “Damn!”
“I bought that for her,” Sally said.
“Remind me to thank you later…I think.” If Karen had been wearing it for me, I would have been eternally grateful to Sally. But Karen was wearing it to sex up the football players, and that made my stomach churn.
“It’s a spandex romper with halter top and boy-cut legs,” Sally said.
“I’ll take your word for it,” I said. I get totally lost in the terminology for women’s clothing. All I knew was that Karen’s outfit was going to drive all the men crazy. It was a neon-pink, one-piece thing that was sort of like a one-piece bathing suit, but with short-shorts at the bottom. It couldn’t have been any tighter if it had been shrink wrap. The “shorts” were all camel-toe in front and butt-crack in back. The halter top’s neckline plunged down well below her navel. It had a bust-level tie that held the two halves in place over her breasts. The back was similar, plunging down to the dimples at the top of her butt, with a bra-type strap across the back.
The wide receiver openly fondled himself through his shorts as Karen stood next to him, setting out four sets of plates and flatware. Sally grabbed my swollen cock and squeezed. “This is going to be some night,” she whispered.
Karen sat down at the table with the football players while Keoki finished serving the food. This time, he poured wine for everyone.
Sally let go of my cock and patted my thigh. “I told her to eat with them. I thought it would be better for her if she had a chance to get to know them a bit before…”
“Before?”
Sally smacked my thigh. “Oh, you know!”
I was afraid I did, and my body was reacting in the usual schizophrenic way.