Chapter 4
Vi awakened early, a wide smile on her pretty face, and for a few moments she felt gay and happy. The houseboat seemed to roll with a gentle motion, and it soothed her, as if she was being rocked in a cradle. For a minute she just laid still on her stomach, enjoying the sensation of waking up to a pleasant day. Then she realized that she was totally naked, and the memory of what had happened the previous night came back to her with a shocking jolt.
Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see that her husband was still fast asleep beside her, and she shivered, feeling the nearly dried stickiness of his cum still clinging to her satin-soft inner thighs. She had been like an animal, but he had been even worse! All of the anger she had felt came back to her, and she wanted to get away from Stan before he woke up. It was broad daylight, and she was wantonly lying on the bed in total undress.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb the bed, she rolled off the side onto her feet. All she could think about was getting a shower to clean away any reminders of what had occurred, and picking up her swim suit on the way, she slowly walked out into the narrow hallway, then opened the door into the tiny bathroom. It had been a surprise to her when first getting onto the houseboat to find a shower, a convenience she hadn't thought likely to find. It was extremely small, but it even had hot water, though limited in supply. It served the purpose, however, and she stepped under the shower head before turning on the faucets. The water was cold, and it shocked her fully awake, but after a moment hot water began pouring out, and she immediately began to soap her entire body.
The warm water splashing against her naked body felt good, and she was reminded of the sensations she'd had the previous night, while her husband's lust hardened young cock was sliding in and out of her passionately excited cunt. She had for the first time discovered a pleasure beyond anything she'd known, yet she had been left with it unfulfilled and incomplete. She was shamed by her own actions, and angry with the way she'd been treated, but in the back of her mind she was pleased with the discovery she'd made. She wanted secretly to know more, to feel and touch that height of erotic pleasure that had been so near and sensational.
Her belly quivered heatedly just thinking about it, and she realized that her aroused vagina was becoming moist with something other than the water of the shower. She wondered if Stan had done something to her that made a change in her body, as the thought of having his long, thiek cock pounding in and out of her tingling vagina again was exhilerating to her. Closing her eyes to create a mental darkness, she narcissistically slid her hand, palm flat against her smooth flesh, toward the curving space between her inner thighs. The water cascaded over her shoulders, running in a heavy stream down over her nipple-hardened breasts and belly to the space her hand was heading for. She trembled in the warm water from the desire she felt building within her innermost self, and she was helpless to stop her fingers from working down over the puffy silkiness of her pubic mound, then parting the soft fleshy lips of her quivering vagina. Her tiny clitoris seemed to extend out to make contact with her fingers, and she touched it, thrilling in the sensation that slammed through her body like a bolt of lightning.
What had Stan done to make her feel this way? She couldn't understand why her excited, tremulous body felt so weak and helpless as her fingers played over and over the nerve-end bud of her erect little clitoris. She imagined that her husband was again lustfully playing with her there, and she remembered how his hot breath had stimulated fyer so magnificently as he moved his face closer to her moistened, open vagina. God, what if she had let him put his hot, wet tongue against her aroused sensitive cunt? The searing, moist tip like a snake would have lashed across her tiny clitoris, then even possibly pushed down into the liquid pink folds to probe enthrallingly into the very opening of her burning pussy. She probably would have gone insane from the erotic sensations; she was sure! Almost oblivious to the shower, Vi breathlessly slid her extended middle finger down the pink valley of her wet tingling vagina until it was tremblingly poised over the tight ovaled mouth of her raw sensuously rekindled cunt. As if drawn by some magnetic force, she lewdly pushed her finger tip against the tight nibbling passage; and it easily slipped inside. It had gone that far, so she drove it the full length up into the velvety depths of her suddenly hotly secreting vagina. Her palm was pressed flat against the curve of her open, flaccid pussy, and she gasped out loud from the sensation she felt. Her knees began to shake, and she wanted to lie down right there, driving her finger in and out of her seething wet cunt until her whole sensuously inflamed body erupted with the ultimate violence of orgasm. But, her finger wasn't enough of what she really wanted; it felt puny and inadequate in comparison with the hardness of her husband's long, thick cock ...
It happened suddenly, at least so she thought, but the effect was enough to jolt her out of her sexual indulgence. The water turned cool, and it was like a shock of awareness pouring over her quiveringly excited body. Pulling her finger from her desire-fired vagina quickly, she reddened with embarrassment, although she was all alone. What had come over her? She had never done anything as foolish and lewdly vile to herself before. She was acting like a whore, a nymphomaniac, a bitch!
Moving under the cold stream of water, Vi turned off the faucets, and trying not to look at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, she hurriedly toweled herself with vigorous strokes. Not bothering to dry her hair, she grabbed her swim suit and slipped it on. She wanted to get outside before Stan woke up, or there would be no telling how she might act.
Opening the door, she listened for a moment to see if Stan was awake, but hearing nothing more than rhythmic breathing, she concluded he was still fast asleep. She walked to the galley, pausing for a moment to get herself a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator, then taking the filled glass with her, she walked to the chair where she'd left her large towel the previous day. Picking up the towel, she spotted Stan's watch hung over one of the boat controls, and she glanced at it, wondering what time it was. She was shocked to discover it was nearly noon! It didn't seem like she had slept so late, and she checked the wrist-watch to make sure it was running. Must have been something in the air, she decided, and she started out to the forward deck. The table and chairs were just as they had left them the night before, champagne bottle and glasses standing like a symbolic tribute to her undoing that never quite came off. The rest of the dinner dishes were still in the galley waiting to be washed, but she decided to leave everything as it was. For the moment she was only interested in getting out in the sun, and having the opportunity to think clearly about all that had happened. She was sure that Stan would be awake soon, and she was not at the moment looking forward to facing him. She diverted her eyes from the table on the forward deck, and looking down she walked slowly around to the back deck and the ladder leading to the roof of the cabin. She climbed the ladder carefully, knowing that Stan was sleeping only a few inches away on the other side of the wall, so when she reached the top, she stepped lightly until she was at the far end of the roof-deck. Only then did she actually look out at the surrounding terrain, and she realized something was blatantly different. They were no longer alone.
She wondered how she had missed noticing the other houseboat tied up near the beach when she first walked outside, as the craft was easily twice as large as their own. It was rather disturbing to have neighbors intruding upon a place she had considered special, and she guessed that the spot was not such a mystery after all. It was still early summer, and she figured the houseboating season was only just getting under way. Somehow it disheartened her to think of the small lagoon being rilled with houseboats and people.
Staring out across the water at the other houseboat, she wondered who it was that had come in so early that morning, and apparently so quietly. She had not heard anything that sounded vaguely like another boat, but then she remembered that she had been sleeping very soundly, too. Yet, she wondered also why she wasn't hearing any sounds then from the other boat, as a boat that size had to be carrying a large family. But, there were no children or dogs in sight, only the large hulk of a two story houseboat, and the occupants had to be sleeping or gone.
She stopped staring, spreading her towel out on the deck, a funny feeling of disappointment in the pit of her belly. She had thought they would be staying in the lagoon for a few days at least, but with the new intruders, she hoped that they would leave that day. It wouldn't be the same with a boatload of neighbors.
Lying down on her stomach, Vi let the warmth of the sun become the dominant thought in her mind. Her hair needed drying for one thing, and then, too, she had more important things to think about than some big old houseboat.