“It was nice,” he said. “The water feels great.”
Laura had brought a towel for him and spread it out next to hers. He started walking over to her and watched as she slipped out of her shirt and skirt. Her breasts bounced slightly as she began to move across the sand.
“I’m getting in,” she said. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Alright,” said Mike. “I’ll meet you in a couple of minutes.”
He turned back toward their setup and caught Vera’s eye. She was wearing a different bikini than he’d seen the last time they'd been at the pool. It was more modest, covering up her breasts and butt more efficiently with white fabric.
“It’s sheer when wet,” she said to him, smiling. “You should have more than enough eye candy once I decide to dive in.”
“Mother!” Danica glared at Vera and then at Mike. Mike couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.
I’ve already done more with her mom than she knows. And I’d like to do even more.
“You’re going to need a coat of suntan lotion, aren’t you, Vera?” Mike smiled at her as he asked the question.
“Already taken care of.” Her voice sounded a bit disappointed. “Danica is going to need some, though.”
“I can take care of that myself!” snapped Danica.
“Nonsense, sweetie,” said Vera, tossing Mike a bottle of lotion. “Mike is… very thorough, when it comes to putting it on.”
Danica blushed, and then said something that surprised Mike.
“Whatever.” The word was accompanied by a slight roll of her eyes.
“I’ll be in the water if either of the two of you need me,” said Vera. “Feel free to take a peek if you’re interested, Mike.”
“Mom!” Danica scowled at the older woman as she laughed and ran toward the shore.
Many of the other passengers had already made their way down to the water. Mike and Danica were essentially alone, and for a moment, a hot tension hung in the air as both of them watched each other.
“So do I have to put the suntan lotion on you or are you good doing it yourself?” Mike’s question came out a bit more annoyed than he’d intended, and Danica let out a huff.
“For your information, I didn’t want your hands anywhere near me.” Danica turned her nose up to him and crossed her arms. “But since my mom insists…”
She faced away from Mike and slipped her swimsuit off her shoulders, revealing her bare back. Mike flinched in surprise and almost dropped the bottle.
“Uh, okay.” He waited for Danica to lie down on the towel and then slowly moved over to her.
“Make sure you warm it up first!” said Danica.
“Of course.” Mike smiled to himself.
It’s hard for me to tell whether this is an act, or she’s really this irritable.
He poured a small glob of suntan lotion out into his palm and began rubbing it in between his hands. His eyes scanned Danica’s body. Her back was smooth, and he could just barely make out the sides of her breasts squished against the towel underneath.
“You don’t have any tan lines,” he mused.
“So what?”
Mike leaned in toward Danica and let his hands make contact with her shoulders. A slight shiver went through her.
“So… that would imply that you occasionally sunbathe nude?”
Even turned away, Mike could see a slight reddening of Danica’s face as she reacted to his question.
“Is that all you ever think about?” she asked. “You’re disgusting!”
Mike sighed, and pulled his hands back.
“What’s your problem?”
“My problem is you!” Danica sat up, pulling an arm across her breasts as she looked over at him. “You’re a piggish, annoying, stupid ape!”
Surprisingly, Mike didn’t feel any anger at the words. He still didn’t understand Danica, and why she acted the way she did, but he was beginning to see that it was a type of defense mechanism. As far as what it was designed to defend against, he still had no idea.
“Alright, whatever Danica. I’m the worst thing ever. Acknowledged.” He smiled at her, and her glare deepened. “Now can we make an attempt at hanging out and being friendly to each other? Even if it takes effort?”
Danica didn’t say anything, and Mike decided to push a bit further.
“Or is this about what happened yesterday, at the concert?” He asked the question softly, but locked eyes with her as he did. Danica looked away first. She rolled her eyes again and then collapsed down on the towel.
“Just… hurry up and put the lotion on,” she finally said. “And make sure you do a good job!”
Mike returned his hands to her back, this time moving so he was straddling her legs.
“Oh don’t worry,” he said. “I will.”
He let his hands run down Danica’s back and felt her fidget slightly underneath him. There was something about the way Mike interacted with Danica, thorns and all, that he found to be more entertaining than he’d ever admit to her.
“Mmm,” sighed Danica. “That feels… kind of good.”
“Oh yeah?” Mike let one of his hands slide up the crease of her shoulder, along the side of her breast. “What about this?”
Danica didn’t say anything. It wasn’t a stretch for Mike to interpret her lack of response as encouragement. He pushed it a little further, this time repositioning his crotch so that it was pushing into her butt.
I did almost this exact same thing with her mother, what a coincidence.
Danica squirmed underneath him and let out a soft moan. Mike let his hand trace further along her breast, and tentatively thrust himself against her.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was quiet, but not entirely dissatisfied.
“Come on, Danica,” said Mike. “We’re both teenagers.”
He was a little surprised at himself. The desire he felt for Danica couldn’t be explained by his horniness alone. She was a conquest that represented something more. She’d spent so much time mocking him, both and school and on the trip, and this was his chance to turn the tables around.
Do I really need to?
“Fine.” Danica’s voice was sensual, and yet somehow still sharp.
Mike smiled, feeling his hormones propelling him forward. There was a blanket that Vera had brought with her to the beach, and he took it and unfolded it over the two of them. It was a lackluster smokescreen at best, but most of the other passengers were focused on the water and the ship.
Danica turned around underneath him. With slow, sexy movements, she wiggled out of her swimsuit. Mike’s jaw practically dropped at what he’d saw.
He’d accidentally caught a glimpse of Danica’s body once before, in the cruise ship’s shower, but the steam and confusion of the situation had kept him from getting a good look. She was a teenage girl, she was in excellent shape, and every curve on her screamed with sexual promise.
Her skin was tan all over. It made her pink nipples look like cherries on rich vanilla ice cream. Danica smiled on him, reading the expression on her face, and then moved her shoulders back and forth, bouncing her nubile breasts under his gaze.
“See something you like, Mike?” she asked.
Mike did his best to smile back at her, but instead found himself nodding dumbly.
Has she always looked this good? It does explain how she’s so popular at school.
“Well? Have you lost your nerve?” Danica raised her eyebrow at him challengingly.
“Oh, shut up!” He pawed at her breasts and pushed her down underneath him. It only took Mike a couple of seconds to pull his shirt and shorts off, and then he was pushing up against her.
It was at that moment that the reality of the situation dawned on Mike, and possibly Danica as well. All of their jabs and insults had been a cover for something that neither of them had realized was there.
“Oh.” Danica’s mouth opened into a perfect, tiny circle as Mike probed up against the lips of her pussy with the
head of his cock. He was rock hard, and the arousal clouded his mind, pushing out rational thought in place of lust.
This is fine. The blanket covers what we’re doing. Besides, it’s just two teenagers having fun…
He pushed forward, spearing into Danica slightly with his cock. Her back arched, and her eyes burned with incredulous lust. Mike almost couldn’t believe it, either. And it felt incredibly good.
“Shhh…” whispered Danica. “Stay quiet!”
Mike hadn’t realized that he’d been making any noise, but he stilled his movements. A group of gorgeous women walked by their little beach camp, their bodies bearing enough flesh to make Mike feel like he could cum on the spot. A few of them shot curious glances in his direction, but the blanket was still over them, and Danica’s head was hidden underneath it.
Mike slipped himself forward, burying his cock deeper in Danica’s sweet, tight pussy. A part of him was dancing on the inside, celebrating the victory with unrestrained glee. He was fucking Danica. For that matter, it was the second time, but now he was going to finish the job.
“I bet you never expected this to happen,” whispered Mike. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of Danica, and then slammed forward, giving her the full length in one thrust. Enough pleasure shot through his body to make stars twinkle on the edge of his vision.
“I… I let this happen.” Danica’s chest heaved up and down, but she still managed to quip back at him. “Don’t get the wrong idea.”
“Of course not.” Mike pulled back again and assaulted her cunt with a few fast, rhythmic pumps. It felt exquisite, and he had to coax himself into slowing down as the sounds of their bodies slapping together grew loud.
“Hold on!” hissed Danica. “Someone’s coming!”
By someone, Danica meant Mike’s mom. He looked over his shoulder to see her walking out of the shallows toward their little spot on the beach. Water dripped down the curves of her breasts, and she took a moment to fix her bikini bottom with cute, feminine movements.
“Damnit!” Mike pulled the blanket over him and quickly began shifting their positions. Danica pulled the top of her one piece back over her breasts, keeping the bottom slid aside and Mike’s cock inside of her.
The blanket still covered their lower halves. It looked a little odd, but when Danica picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, the illusion was complete enough. She squirted a bit of suntan lotion into her hand and began smearing it on its chest.
“Whoa, that’s cold,” said Mike. Danica smiled at him and wiggled her hips, stroking his cock and sending a rush of erotic pleasure through him.
“Hey, you two.” Laura arrived a second later, smiling and reaching for her own towel. “Having fun?”
“Not yet.” Danica’s voice was sweet, innocent, and somehow intensely, secretly, erotic. “We will be soon, though, just as soon as we finish.”
She rubbed her hands across Mike’s chest, using the motion to push herself up slightly on his cock. Mike tried to keep his expression neutral, but it was insanely hard. Danica was riding him, and it felt incredible.
How is she managing to keep her cool?
“Well, you might want to hurry,” said Laura. “One of the staff members said that they’re bringing everyone back onto the ship for lunch.”
“Mmm, but I feel like taking my time.” Danica’s mask flickered for a moment, and she bit her lower lip. “Some things need to be done nice and slow.”
She bounced up and down on Mike’s cock, and even with the blanket covering them, he felt sure that his mom was going to catch on.
“I’m surprised that you two are getting along so well now,” said Laura. “After everything that’s happened, I mean.”
“Well, we’re both teenagers,” said Danica, twisting her cunt on Mike’s cock. “We figured it was better just to have fun.”
Laura smiled coyly. For an instant, Mike thought that she’d figured it out.
“If I didn’t know any better…” Laura’s smile deepened. “I’d say that the two of you have a budding romance.”
Danica’s face flushed, but whether it was from the comment or pleasure, Mike couldn’t tell.
“What about you, Mike?” asked his mom. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m just, uh…” Mike looked away, trying not to meet his mom’s eyes. “I’m just enjoying the beach.”
“Yeah, it’s really something, isn’t it.” Laura turned to look back at the ship. “It makes me wonder what else the cruise has in store for us.”
Danica took advantage of having Mike’s mom’s eyes off them, riding Mike with faster and more obvious bounces. He responded by gripping her waist and thrusting into her, possessed by lust and horniness. He needed to cum like he’d never needed to before. His entire body pulsed with pleasure and a desperate urge to get off.
“I might need you to do me after, honey,” said Laura. “Put some suntan lotion on me, I mean.”
Mike grunted at the same time as Danica’s body tensed up. His cock began to unload, and a spasm went through his entire body as his blasted his seed into the hot teenage girl’s body. It was a taste of erotic heaven, and he was left breathless at the intense pleasure of it.
He collapsed back onto the towel, and Danica fell forward onto him just as Laura looked back over. She raised an eyebrow and then shrugged.
“You two are acting weird,” she said. “You should hop in the water and cool off.”
Laura watched them for a second longer and then jogged back toward the ocean. Danica pushed herself up, let out a huff, and then dismounted.
“You can do the rest yourself,” she said. “I need to swim.”
“Sure.” Mike smiled at her and watched as she fixed the bottom of her swimsuit with cute, feminine movements.
Now that’s the Danica I know.
CHAPTER 5
Mike spent a minute getting his shorts on under the blanket, and then stood up and began walking around the beach. The other passengers were having fun, and it reminded him of the trips he and his mom would take to the lake when he was younger.
A couple of sandcastles were being constructed near the water’s edge. Large beach umbrellas cast shade across the sand at a few beach sites. A surprising number of women had opted to tan, some of them going topless. Mike struggled to keep his eyes off them despite still being exhausted from Danica.
He started to head over to where his mom and Vera were swimming when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. Mike turned around and recognized one of Captain Michelle’s assistants behind him.
“Come with me,” said the woman. “The captain needs to talk to you.”
“Uh, can it wait a little bit?”
The woman shook her head. She started walking toward the water, and Mike sighed and started following.
An inflatable dinghy was on the shore at the edge of the beach. The woman pushed it into the water before wading out after it. Mike tried to catch his mom’s attention across the way, but she was looking in the other direction.
“Get in,” said the woman.
“Jeez, you don’t have to be so pushy about it.” Mike shot her a look, but the woman’s expression was unreadable. He climbed into the dinghy and sat on one side of it as the woman began using a medium length paddle to bring them out to the gangway.
Getting back up was an adventure of its own. It took a bit of trying for Mike’s hands to gain purchase on the rubber inflated life rafts that had been stacked upon one another to create a base for the far end of the gangway. He finally managed it and pulled himself up about five or six feet before reaching the wooden ramp on top, which swayed precariously from the setup.
The woman followed after, and soon enough, the two of them were walking across the main deck. The cruise ship was far emptier than Mike had ever seen it before, with most of the passengers out on the beach enjoying the unexpected stop.
“What’s this all about?” Mike asked. “Doesn’t Captain Michelle have better things to worry about than me ri
ght now?”
The woman didn’t say anything. Mike buried his frustration as they entered the lobby and started up the first flight of stairs. They went through the large double doors and then continued to climb the spiral staircase, eventually reaching the door at the top that led to the control room and the captain’s office.
The woman ushered Mike into the room and then closed the door behind him. Captain Michelle sat at her desk with a contemplative frown on her face. She didn’t look up, even as Mike sat down in the chair in the center of the room.
“Captain Michelle,” he said. “What’s this all about?”
The captain still didn’t say anything. She finally looked up at Mike, and he saw an emotion he didn’t recognize on her face.
Is she angry? Or is that… frustration?
“I need you to do something for me, Mike.” Captain Michelle leaned back slightly in her chair and laced her fingers together on her desk. “Something that only you can do. And I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
Mike stared at the captain for a moment. She looked grave, more than he’d ever seen her before.
“What are you talking about?” he finally asked.
Captain Michelle pulled a small keyboard compartment out of her desk. She used it to turn on the monitor on the side wall of her office and clicked open a map program.
“This is a satellite image of the area that we’re currently in,” she said. “The island we’re on is this one, right here.”
She pointed to a speck of green and brown and then zoomed in on it.
“It’s technically uninhabited, or at the very least, undeveloped. The nearest island to where we are is Manau, a tiny Micronesian island that’s little more than an outpost. The island we’re on is under its jurisdiction, and considered to be something of a wildlife reserve.”
Mike shook his head slowly.
“Where are you going with this?” he asked. “I don’t see how I fit in here.”
“The culture of Manau is split down the middle,” said Captain Michelle. “Half of the island is made up of a small, somewhat urbanized settlement. The other half is essentially still faithful to their tribalistic roots.”
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