Vacation Writer

by Coleinger, Ronnie

  Chapter 2 – Captain Christian Poul

  James laid awake most of the night thinking about visiting Jill at her beach house. Why spending time with her prevented him from sleeping was a question he would have to work out over the next few days. True she was beautiful, very intelligent and liked the same hobbies, literature, and foods as he did, but why his thoughts continually returned to her was unnerving at best. He had been with other women in his life. Some he had even come to like a lot, but none had ever made him feel like a teenage boy with raging hormones. He realized, at his age, he should have been past all that lusting stuff.

  Around half past four in the morning, he finally gave up and headed for the shower. Once he was dressed and had fixed a light breakfast, he packed a small overnight bag. As he walked past his nightstand, he laughed to himself as he opened the top drawer and removed six condoms. As he dropped the shiny packages into his overnight bag, he wondered if he would actually need them. Jill might have completely different ideas about their time together at the beach house. She might simply want to get some answers to her questions and spend a little time with another writer to gain some insight into her new job. James hoped she felt the same about him as he did about her, but he did not intend to let her know of his feelings until the time was right, or maybe never.

  He climbed into his Ford truck just as the sun peaked over the horizon. He took the first sip of his coffee as he turned onto the blacktop highway and headed towards the west. The signage along the road let him know that he had one hundred and eighty two miles to travel. He figured he should arrive at Jill’s place around ten o’clock, about the time he had originally told her.

  When James pulled his truck into the long driveway of Jill’s beach house, he saw her sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch. She had her laptop open on a tiny wooden folding tray table in front of her. When she saw him, she waived and closed the lip of the computer. As he stepped out of the truck, Jill came out to meet him; she seemed very excited he had agreed to visit.

  As they each took a handle on the large cooler and carried it between them, James slung his overnight bag over his left shoulder. Jill explained that she had not had a man spend the night at the beach house before today. She giggle as she said, “I wonder what the neighbors will say.”

  ***

  When Captain Christian (Chris to his friends) rolled over onto his back, a warm body cuddled close to him and laid her arm over his bare chest. She cuddled her face towards his shoulder and found her nose in his armpit. She moved back, rubbed her nose vigorously and then giggled. She looked up into Chris’s eyes and said, “Your arm pit hair tickles.”

  As Chris and Barbara cuddled in bed, they pulled the covers up to their chins to keep warm. It was raining outside and the temperature had dropped overnight. They had slept in the small cabin located on Chris’s property so they could enjoy the sound of the rain and thunder. The cabin had cooled down during the night and was now quite chilly. As they lay together, Barbara rolled up on top of Chris and sat on his hips. She moved her hand down to the cock that was quickly getting harder and slid it between her legs. She moved her hips slowly and allowed the head of the firm cock to slide between the lips of her labia so the head rubbed gently against her clit. After a minute or so, she reached down and guided the firm erection into her wet vagina. She watched her man’s eyes as she began moving her hips so his cock slid as deep as her body would allow. When she leaned forward so she could kiss the handsome man lying beneath her, she felt her muscles tighten as her orgasm quickly built. Two move movements of her hips produced the intended result and she sat up straight as her body convulsed with each contraction. She felt the warmth of her body fluids spread between her legs and dampen her thighs. She giggled and leaned forward again, allowing Chris to begin to thrust upwards. He too had felt the warmth of her cum as it flowed between his legs and ran down over his ass. He pulled Barbara down closer to his chest as the first explosive contraction sent a stream of ejaculate into the female body that so tightly squeezed his penis. After three or four steams of cum exploded into her, she squeezed so hard with another orgasm that most everything, including the rapidly shrinking cock squeezed out of her body. She giggled and reached down between her legs. She moved the flaccid cock up and laid it on his belly so she could rub its head against her clit. She knew the feeling would be intense for Chris; she had done this in the past and discovered that her actions would quickly produce another erection. Barbara was still horny and intended to fuck this man one more time before they headed into the house where they could take a shower.

  After the two lovers had showered and dressed, they pulled the sheets off the bed, carried them into the house and placed them in the washer. As they headed off towards the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast, Chris checked his cell phone for any messages. He was an airline pilot and was often times called upon to pilot a flight if another pilot was ill or called off on an emergency. Being a pilot had gained him the name of Captain Christian, but when he was off duty and among friends, he simply went by Chris.

  As Chris and Barbara fixed breakfast and perked some coffee in an old-fashioned percolator, they discussed the kayaking trip they had planned. They had contacted two friends to join them on the planned ten day trip down the river that flowed for thirty some miles and emptied into a large lake. The husband and wife team that would be joining them had taken many kayaking trips and were quite capable of managing any white water that should develop on the trip. There had been a considerable amount of rainfall in the area in recent weeks so the water level in the river would be quite high and running fast.

  As they ate the eggs and bacon they had cooked for their breakfast, they discussed their kayaking companions. Barbara had introduced two of her friends who lived in the same condominium building as she did. Barbara had first met Donald and Molly on a college campus. They had become close friends while studying for their bar exams. The couple was about four years older than Barbara was, but they all got along quite well. Barbara met Chris one night while out bar hopping with Donald and Molly. She soon discovered she had fallen for the airline pilot. From that night forward, they had continued to date. Chris had asked Barbara to marry her, but she wanted to wait a little longer. She feared she was about to be transferred to a law firm in Minnesota. She was uncertain if Chris would be happy living so far north, even though he had told her he would.

  When Chris and Barbara had finished their breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, they went out and checked the trailer with the four kayaks inside to insure they had not forgotten anything. They would be camping along the river and the lake for ten days; having all the proper gear was essential. They would be far from towns or cities. Finding places to purchase what they had forgotten would be difficult and very expensive during the peak tourist season.

  Once they were ready to travel, they locked up the house and headed into town to pick up Donald and Molly. As they drove to town, Chris and Barbara discussed their friend’s eccentricities. You see, they are both nudists at heart. Chris was certain he would find the two of them naked more often than not. He did not mind them taking their clothes off when there were no other people using the campsites, but he did get a little bashful when campers got to staring and whispering.

  Once they had Donald and Molly’s gear stowed in the trailer, they headed towards the north. They would be driving for about four hours to a hunting cabin. Once they were at the cabin, they would park the truck and leave it for the next ten days. The owner of the cabin had agreed to drive Chris’s truck and trailer twenty miles north of the lake and pick them up in ten days. Since he would be staying at the cabin and hunting on the property anyways, he had no problem helping his four friends out. If he had not broken his ankle a few weeks earlier, he and his wife would have most likely joined his four friends on the ten-day trip.

  When they arrived at the cabin, they unhooked the trailer from the truck and hooked it to the four-wheeler they retrieved from the shed. They
loaded everything they would be taking into the trailer and hauled the trailer a half mile to a sandy beach area on the river. There, they unloaded four kayaks and their backpacks. They also removed a package wrapped in white butcher paper and placed it into a white Ursack bag, then hung the bag high in a tree where the animals could not get at it. The package contained tonight’s supper; now partly thawed after being out of the freezer for a few hours.

  The girls remained with the kayaks and backpacks while the men hauled the trailer back to the cabin and hooked it to the truck. Once they had locked the four-wheeler back in the shed, they began the hike back to the river where the girls were waiting for them. They would make camp for the night at the river’s edge and then begin the trip in the morning.

  The camp they made that first night at the west end of the hunting cabin property was located about thirty miles upriver from the lake. They would be kayaking around fifty miles in total, not far, yet some of the river would be difficult. They would have at least five portages to get around some of the larger waterfalls. They discovered that the river was running fast since the area had had an excessive amount of rainfall over the last nine months.

  The campsite was out in the sun. There were only three trees. They had used one to hang their supper, but the sun cast the tree shadows out over the river and did little to provide shade for the four campers. When the men returned from their hike, the girls had set up the two tents and had created a working camp complete with a stone circle fire ring. While the men gathered firewood, the girls decided to take a swim in the river. The sand on the beach extended out into the river for twelve feet or more, creating a wonderful place to bath and cool down. Since the owner had not arrived yet and no one else was in the area, the girls stripped down for their swim. The river was a little chilly so they did not stay in the water very long. When they returned, they and stood around the campfire and began to dry off with their towels. By the time they were dry, Chris had a raging erection showing through his shorts. It was obvious that the girls saw it, but they did not call him out; however, their giggles made it quite clear that they had achieved the desired results. Chris was certain Donald must have also been aroused, but he kept his back turned to the others.

  After a couple hours and some food, they all turned in for the night. Barbara soon was on top of Chris, sucking hard on his cock. She had straddled his hips and her ass was towards him. He spread her labia with his fingers and began working on her clitoral hood with his tongue. He felt Barbara’s lips doing their magic and he was certain he was going to come first. To his surprise, Barbara began to squirm around on top of him. He slid a finger into her wet vagina and he felt her strong muscles begin to squeeze his fingers. He slid the tip of his wet thumb into her anus and felt her orgasm. She gasped for a breath of air and bit down hard on his throbbing cock with her lip-covered teeth. He felt cum rising up his shaft and spoke a warning. Barbara just sucked harder until he realized he was squirting huge streams of cum into her mouth. Barbara spit most of it out, but swallowed some. His fingers finally worked their magic and Barbara came multiple times, covering his face with her body fluids. He continued to work her clit with his tongue until she came a second time.

  The sounds coming from Donald and Molly’s tent were quite loud. Barbara giggled and said, “I think the wolves are howling because they can hear Molly’s high pitched squeals.” As the sounds from Donald and Molly’s tent finally quieted down, everyone listened to a pack of wolves howling in the distance. Barbara moved her sleeping bag a little closer to Chris, with the hopes his presence beside her would allow her to get some sleep.

  The following morning, the gang got up and started breakfast just as the sun was coming up. There were no toilets so they each dug a cat hole in the nearby field. There was little cover, only the mullein stalks, which was convenient, since most campers consider the leaves an excellent substitute for toilet paper.

  ***

  Once James and Jill finished moving the food and beer from the cooler into the garage refrigerator, Jill asked if he wanted a swim before the sand on the beach got too hot to walk on. She turned to face James and then said, “After our swim, we can fix some lunch and plan the rest of our day. I would like to take the sail boat out later and spend the evening at anchor watching a beautiful ocean sunset; maybe even watch it rise in the morning. I have a lot to discuss with you. I hope you are up to my incessant talking. You may discover I am still a little giddy over landing this job with the Vacation Clinic.”

  Once they finished changing into their bathing suits, they slipped on their tennis shoes and shouldered their large beach towels. James walked behind Jill, down the fifty or so stairs to the beach. She turned around often to talk to him, but James could not keep his eyes off the beautiful well-formed butt that moved from side to side as she moved down the stairs. Twice she turned and discovered his eyes exploring every inch of her body. The idea of this handsome man fantasizing over her made her all warm inside: A damp feeling began to form in places she hoped this man would one day explore. She hoped that working together at the Vacation Clinic would not get in their way. She could feel a love affair beginning to stir within her heart.

  When they got to the water’s edge, they laid their towels on the dry sand on top of their shoes. James walked out into the water a few feet and then turned back towards Jill. She laughed and said, “That is an incredible bathing suit you are wearing. However, I am wondering if that bulge in the front is the real thing.” James could not believe what he had just heard. He walked back to where she stood and said, “I guess you will have to get into my pants to find the answer to that question.” Jill stepped up close to him and ran her fingers over the bulge. She then stepped back and said, “Nice. Really nice.” James turned and headed back out into the water. When he was chest deep, he began to swim out towards a floating diving platform. Jill quickly followed.

  When Jill climbed up onto the platform, she sat down on the edge with her feet dangling in the water. James sat down beside her and asked if she had finished writing the vacation about the priest and the confessional. He heard Jill giggle and say, “You mean the story that you started? I did in fact finish it. You will find the draft on a jump drive on your desk on Monday. It is ready for your professional editing. I think you will be pleased with the story line. I am quite good with oral sex.” Suddenly, she giggled and said, “Oh shit. I meant to say that I am quite good at writing oral sex stories.”

  James turned his head to face her and said, “Those of us that are good at it are more capable of writing about it than those who are afraid of such intimate contact with another human.”

  Jill giggled again and said, “How about we take my dinghy out to the sail boat. I would love to have you join me for a sail out to an island a few miles to the northwest. There is plenty of food and water aboard. The ketch is fully equipped. We could watch the sun set from there.”

  It had been many years since James had been on a sailing vessel. Guiding the vessel were various forms of electronics systems. There was a windvane self-steering gear for use when sailing, accompanied by an autotack feature. An electronic autopilot system guided the vessel while motoring. A central process system connected the chart plotter and GPS together so they worked in conjunction with each other or separately as required by the captain. There was little to do if everything worked as designed. If things went wrong, an experienced captain was the only thing preventing the vessel from settling to the bottom of the sea with the oysters.

  Once a course was set in and they had raised the anchor, it took little time for Jill to have the vessel underway. Once they were out a sea, James quickly discovered that Jill had little need for clothing. She had slipped into a tight fitting sports bra and a bikini bottom. The garments covered little, but did keep her nipples from showing and provided some cover for the blond hair that showed around the edges of the bikini bottom. James put on a pair of white shorts and half a bottle of SPF 50 suntan lotion. As he rubbed the white
cream into his skin, Jill kidded him about the shorts he was wearing. She placed the bottle of suntan lotion into his hand and said, “This lotion is all a man needs on my vessel. Those shorts are mostly in the way. If you don’t take them off, I will remove them for you and fly them from the top of the mizzen.” James unzipped the shorts and tossed them onto the deck. He now had nothing on but his blue jockey shorts.

  Jill turned on the gas and lit a small barbecue grill attached to the stern of the vessel. Once she had lit the grill, she headed down into the galley and returned with two frozen steaks. She laid the steaks out the wooden shelf mounted to the grill and then headed back down into the kitchen. When she returned, she had two bottles of beer. As they took the first sip of beer, James commented that he felt a little useless. He had no idea what to do to help run the ketch. She giggled and said, “There is little to do until it is time to cook the steaks. I am certain you can manage that task. The computer will run the boat while we humans relax and enjoy the journey. Once we anchor alongside one of the islands, we will relax and enjoy the sunset. We will arrive in about an hour from now. It is only a short distance.”

  The sun was hot out on the ocean. James had fair skin and Jill continually applied more suntan lotion to his shoulders and back. Salty waves of water splashed over the bow, making another application of the lotion necessary. Jill had given him a large hat to protect his head from the sun, but even then, his face was turning red from exposure.