Cal turned back and asked, ‘This OK?’
‘Fine,’ Lucy said and stopped as the twins set down the ice chest and set up the two beach chairs. In black shorts and baggy white shirts to cover the fact they were packing Smith and Wessons, the muscles of their legs bulged against the fabric of their shorts. Both wore light-weight jogging shoes. She was sure they could run on sand in those things.
Earl opened the ice chest, passed his brother a Coke-Cola, taking one for himself before asking Lucy, ‘Water, Diet Coke or ginger ale?’
‘Water.’
He asked Furfante if he wanted a beer and he did, and was a little puzzled when handed an Abita dark beer.
‘It’s local man. Well, almost. From Louisiana,’ Earl explained. ‘Good shit.’
Furfante opened it took a hit and shivered a moment, bobbing his head in agreement. Lucy sat and pulled her bottle of sunscreen from her bag and began applying it to her neck and arms. She had Cover Girl sunscreen make-up on her face, but put an extra dash of sunscreen on her nose. Sitting next to her, Furfante splashed on sun tan oil, smelling of coconut now.
‘I can do your legs for you,’ he said as she started on them.
‘Just watch,’ she teased and he did. Then she offered him her shoulders and he rubbed the sunscreen on. She thought he’d cop a feel of her boobs but with the twins right there, she could see him hesitate, which made her smile.
The secret of her bathing suit was revealed when they went into the warm water to cool off. Rising from going under, she looked down and sure enough, the bathing suit was almost transparent. Furfante noticed immediately and stared hungrily at her breasts. Laughing, she splashed him and swam away. He followed, naturally and they moved toward the point.
‘You got a great looking ass,’ Furfante told her as he followed.
Nearing the point, Lucy stood in the shallow water and Furfante nearly jumped completely out of the water, stumbling toward the beach. ‘Something brushed my leg!’
‘Probably a sand shark,’ she said nonchalantly.
‘What?’ Furfante couldn’t get out of the water fast enough. Lucy noticed the twins, who’d been shadowing them, started to come closer and she waved them away, smiling and shaking her head as she moved through waist-deep water to the sand where Furfante waited with arms folded.
‘Was that really a shark?’
‘Probably a mullet.’
‘Do they bite?’
‘Only shrimp.’ She could see his cock was no shrimp, stiffening as she came out of the water in that sheer bathing suit. The tip of his cock stretched against the thin fabric of his Speedo, almost peeking out the waistband. She moved past him, knowing he was getting an almost clear view of her bush and ass-crack as she passed. He followed, moving stiffly, the twins a good 30 yards behind.
‘I heard sharks attack in waist-deep water all the time.’
‘My sunscreen has shark repellent in it. Unfortunately, they like the smell of coconut oil.’
‘Really?’
What a dumb Yankee.
Reaching the giant concrete blocks at the tip of the point, Lucy picked her way though to the bay side. For a moment she recalled her papa explaining the concrete blocks were debris, broken slabs and sections of the collapsed bay bridge, brought here to shore up the point after the big hurricane. So many things in Pass Christian were measured against Camille, probably the seminal event of the 20th century around here. Everything was either pre or post-Camille.
She stopped on the far side of the point and stood facing three teenaged boys standing around a tide-pool, one with a hermit crab in his hand. All the boys stared, wide-eyed at her. In the bright sun and soaked suit, she knew she looked nude. She winked at them and moved closer as they let out little sighing noises, each glancing at the other to make sure they were on the same page. She could almost see their testosterone-laced minds clicking from her breasts to her bush and back again.
‘Hey,’ Furfante called out behind her. ‘What’s that guy holding in his hand?’
The teen with the crab raised it and said, ‘Hermit crab.’
‘Do they bite?’
Lucy laughed and told the teen, ‘Show him.’
Furfante kept his distance as the teen moved over and held up the shell. ‘It’s inside, see?’
Lucy could see Furfante looking at the hairy legs of the crab as it probably tried to pull itself completely inside the spiral shell. She moved to the tide pool and saw several more hermits moving along the bottom. She also saw the teens checking out her body, trying not to be obvious. When she bent over to pick out a large hermit, she heard a gasp behind her.
She called Furfante over and pointed to the crabs moving in the tide pool. ‘When they outgrow their shells they abandon them and search for a larger one. That’s when they’re vulnerable to predators.’ The crab in her hand was too big to pull completely inside his shell and three legs as well as a claw protruded.
‘They look like spiders. But they don’t bite?’ Furfante tried not to look nervous.
‘They’ll pinch the hell outta ya,’ said one of the teens.
A large shadow moved over them and Lucy looked up to see a huge dark cloud gliding overhead from the bay. A breath of almost cool air rushed across them, tasting wet. Lucy stared around and saw a shell of a house not far away, a green shingle roof supported by one brick wall and two-by-fours from the three missing walls.
An ugly scar of lightning flashed followed immediately by a thunderclap that made everyone jump. Lucy dropped her crab back into the pool and took Furfante’s hand. The teens followed, the twins shadowing them. They got under the roof just as the first fat raindrops fell, sporadically at first, like rocks dropping from the sky, then furiously, like a million locusts. The teens made it and Lucy saw Cal and Earl move under the roof of a house about twenty yards away before the heavy rain turned the world outside into a grey blur.
Lucy saw her suit was almost dry and reached out into the rain to splash some on her face. It was a warm rain, so she stepped into it, closed her eyes and mouth and turned her face upward, letting the rain slam against her for a moment. She was in the rain for less than a minute, but stepped back in soaked, her suit once again plastered to her body and nearly invisible.
She wrung out her hair, all of them facing her, including Furfante who was trying to hide his growing erection. She told them, ‘How do y’all like the vanishing bathing suit?’
‘Ah, ha,’ said one of the teens.
‘Oh yeah, lady,’ said another.
The third one just went, ‘Hee, hee, hee,’ like that moron Renfield in the original Dracula.
She went up to Furfante and kissed him and watched the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t cup her ass this time, but his tongue worked against hers until she pulled away to lean against one of the two-by-fours and let them look at her.
The rain stopped as suddenly as it started, bright sunshine immediately dancing on the wet grass. Lucy took Furfante’s hand again and led him away, waving over her shoulders at the teens.
‘Hope y’all enjoyed the peep show.’
‘Hee, hee, hee,’ was the only reply.
The air was steamy as the sun quickly evaporated the rain.
‘Jesus, it’s hotter now,’ said Furfante.
‘It’s called steam.’
Cal and Earl moved behind them, Furfante shaking his head. ‘Man, I can’t figure you out, lady.’
‘You’re not supposed to.’
He squeezed her hand. ‘I’m about to pop outta my Speedo.’
‘Later,’ she purred. ‘Later.’
The beach chairs were dry by the time they plopped in them and Lucy reapplied sunscreen, Furfante oiling himself up again. Earl and Cal sat with them now, pulling aluminium foil wrapped sandwiches from the cooler. ‘Cook made these up for us,’ Cal explained as he passed Lucy a cool chicken-salad sandwich, no mayo but dampened with delicious poppy-seed dressing.
Furfante joined the twins with a Coke-Cola while Lucy d
rank a diet ginger ale, noticing her suit was dry and completely opaque, just in time as a couple families with little ones settled nearby.
‘Quite a rainstorm,’ one of the men called out to them.
Cal waved in response. Earl smiled. They were certainly efficient in the amount of energy needed to get a task done. They finished their lunch and Lucy sat back with her hat on again as Furfante lay on a towel, sunning himself. She helped him rub oil on his back and legs. Nice tight muscles. She asked Cal and Earl if they’d like some oil and Earl shook his head. Cal said, ‘We get any darker we’ll be invisible.’
On their way back to the Caddy Lucy noticed Furfante’s nose was red and his shoulders looked pinkish. ‘We need to stop at a drug store,’ she told Cal.
‘You not feeling well?’ asked Furfante.
‘You won’t be in an hour or so if we don’t put something on that sunburn.’
‘What sunburn?’
Joe Furfante lay naked atop the sheet on the bed farthest from the balcony and the sun trying to get through the curtains to increase his burn. He’d coated himself with a blue gel called Sunburn Relief Ice. It had aloe-vera, lidocane and some sort of tea extract and felt soothing under the air-conditioner vent.
His nose was red and so were his shoulders and the tops of his ears. But it wasn’t painful, just hot as hell. He glanced at the clock and saw it was six o’clock. Good, the gel would be absorbed long before he had to start dressing in a half hour for their date. He felt his eye-lids closing and didn’t resist. He’d put in a six-thirty wake up call here at the Magnolia Isle Casino in wonderful Gulfport.
The phone woke him at the precise time. He thanked the hotel, got up and went to the bathroom before coming back out to don his white jacket, white shirt and black pants that lay on the other bed with his black tie. He had a little trouble with the tie but got it after the third attempt. The new black dress shoes were stiff and he wondered if he’d have time for a quick drink before Lucy picked him up.
Hurrying through the casino, he went to the nearest bar and tried to get the bartender’s attention, but the man was flirting with two middle-aged women. A prettier redheaded middle-aged woman tapped his shoulder and said, ‘A screwdriver, I think.’
‘Naw. Scotch rocks.’
She giggled and pinched his side. ‘I’d like a screwdriver, please.’
‘Why not?’ Furfante put two fingers in his mouth and whistled, catching the bartender’s attention. ‘Screwdriver and Scotch rocks over here.’
The bartender waved him away. ‘Go to the window, ya lazy ass.’
Talk about a lazy ass. Turning, Furfante saw a window beyond the end of the bar. He stepped over there, the redhead in tow. Another bartender behind the window glared at him and said, ‘Where’s your tray?’
‘I just want a Scotch rocks and a screwdriver.’
The bartender picked up a cell phone and stepped away from the window, talking into the phone now. The redhead tugged on Furfante’s sleeve so he turned back to her.
‘You’re cute but a lousy waiter.’ She kissed him on the cheek and breezed away.
She thinks I’m a waiter? His watch read ten to seven so he left the window and headed for the front door of the casino only to be intercepted by two big guys in green jackets. They stood in his way, hands on their hips, mean looks on their wide faces.
‘Where’s your station?’ asked the one on the left.
‘I’m not a fuckin’ waiter.’ At that moment two waiters breezed by, each carrying trays full of drinks, each wearing white jackets and black pants. A tall man in a tux stepped up, gave Furfante a close look and rolled his eyes. The man had a name tag clipped to his pocket with the casino’s logo on it.
‘You wanna tell Jethro here I’m not a fuckin’ waiter?’
‘I’m Bubba,’ the man on the left said, stepping closer. The man in the tux moved between them and Furfante went around the three, straight for the door.
Behind him he heard someone snap, ‘Again?’
He stepped outside just as the black Caddy pulled up and Earl or Cal climbed out of the front passenger seat to open the door for him. Lucy sat with her back to the other door, legs crossed. She wore a dark blue dress, low cut and short and did a double take when he slid in.
‘What?’ he said.
‘They thought you were a waiter.’
‘How’d you know that?’ He looked behind him as the car eased away from the casino. ‘You got someone on the inside?’
She laughed, opened her purse and handed him her compact. ‘Look in the mirror.’
He had a large red lipstick kiss on his cheek from the redhead. Lucy handed him a Kleenex. He handed her the compact and wiped his face, asking, ‘You see lipstick on my face and figure they thought I was a waiter?’
‘No, silly. Never wear a white jacket and black pants in the Magnolia Isle Casino.’
‘You’re tellin’ me?’ Furfante settled back in his seat. ‘So where we headed?’
‘Haven’t decided between Popeyes, McDonalds or Burger King.’
‘Whatever.’ He thought about giving her breasts another squeezing but with Cal and Earl up front, he decided it could wait. When the Caddy stopped it wasn’t in front of a fast food place, but a small cottage with a tiny blue and white sign that read: Welcome to Thelma’s.
A tall, elegant woman with greying hair, probably in her 60s, wearing an old-fashioned chiffon party dress, greeted them as they entered. ‘Miss Incanto, so nice to see you again.’
‘Thelma, this is Mr. Joseph Furfante of Chicago.’
Thelma presented a pleasant smile before turning and leading them through the foyer of what was once a two storey house and into a living room with seven tables, all but one occupied with well-dressed people, mostly middle-aged.
Thelma’s thought Furfante, wasn’t that on the list of businesses the Incantos either owned or were part owners? He’d have to look it back up when he got home. His father had shoved a shit-load of material at him before he left Chicago, as if he’d read it all, much less remember it. It was all about the Incantos. He thought Lucy would be a dog and figured he’d cut this visit short and scoot over to New Orleans for some real fun. That was before he felt up Lucy’s tits.
The atmosphere was quiet, the light soft, and the music was almost inaudible, like a heartbeat in the background. Lucy looked gorgeous, with her hair hanging in long waves, so gorgeous she turned the heads of several appreciative older men and several unappreciative older women. Sitting with her, he realised she had such a presence, he couldn’t look anywhere else.
The red wine was excellent, a dry Merlot. The appetizer, something called cocodrie, was outstanding, even after Furfante learned he’d just eaten alligator tail. The fillet mignon was real beef and tender, marinated with a lemon flavour with a sweet spicy glaze over it.
‘What’s the glaze made from?’ he had to ask.
‘Honey.’
‘Regular bee honey or some strange animal’s honey.’
Lucy chuckled. ‘Only bees make honey. Silly Yankee.’
‘Yeah. Well I heard of something called a honey badger once. Think it’s from Australia.’
‘Africa,’ she corrected him. ‘And they’re honey badgers because they attack bee hives to eat the honey.’
He stared at her for a long minute before saying, ‘They don’t make honey? I’m gonna look it up.’
She laughed now and looked even more lovely.
She’d planned to bring him to the yacht after dinner but took him to the beach by the point instead. For a man who’d felt up her boobs when he first met her, he didn’t make a move on her when she kicked off her shoes and pulled her dress up to remove her stockings in the back of the Caddy.
‘You need to go barefoot,’ she told him as she climbed out. He followed, the twins shadowing them from a discreet distance. The full moon reflected off the gulf water and gave the sand a pale glow. She took his hand and led him toward the water. The beach was deserted, although the lights
from the condos showed they weren’t completely alone.
Lucy stepped into the water, ankle deep, and felt its warmth brush against her. Furfante seemed hesitant but didn’t let go of her hand as they walked down the beach, away from the condos toward the rocky point. The heavy meal and wine made her feel fuller than usual and more mellow.
‘It’s kinda steamy out here, isn’t it?’ He took in a deep breath.
‘It only gets dark at night, not cooler.’
‘You tellin’ me?’
Before reaching the point, Lucy stopped, let go of Furfante’s hand and stepped away from the water to remove her dress, dropping it on the sand. Her bra was next, then her panties. She could see him staring at her as she ran her hands through her long hair. Then he looked at the water and said, ‘You’re not going in, are you?’
She shook out her hair.
‘Didn’t you see Jaws?’ He was nervous now, turning back to the twins, probably for help in case she headed for the water. Instead she turned toward the rocks. Looking over her shoulder, she said, ‘You can leave your clothes there.’
She carefully picked her way through the rocks and waited for him on the little beach next to the tide pool. He came slowly, watching his steps, cock sticking straight out. It was thicker and larger than she’d expected and when he stepped up, she grabbed it and gently stroked it. He took in a deep breath and reached over to cup her breasts, rolling his fingers across her nipples, sending a shudder through her.
A cloud moved in front of the moon, sending them into darkness. Lucy went down on her knees and kissed the tip of his cock, then ran her tongue down the shaft to his sack, licked it and licked her way back up to the tip. Sinking her mouth on it, she bobbed her head as he ground his hips and gasped. His cock throbbed. She took as much of it as she could and he fucked her mouth, back and forth. Just as she pulled back to work her tongue, he spurted in her.
She pulled her mouth away and took it in her hands, milking him as he groaned and came in long, hot jets. Bouncing on his toes he almost fell over. When he finished, Lucy got up and rinsed off her hands in the tide pool. Turning back to him, she saw a guilty look on his young face.
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