Chapter 5
When Ed Rockton made the tricky maneuver of his-houseboat into the small channel earlier that morning, he had expected to find the "fun spot" empty of other craft. After motoring to the lagoon and seeing the small houseboat moored at the far end, he had called excitedly to Luci, "Hey, baby! We're not the only ones here!"
Luci joined him in the wheel-house, her robe flying open to expose her naked body as she hurried to see what her husband was yelling about. "Well 111 be!" she announced seeing the other craft.
"Should I give them a blast?" He reached for the button that sounded the very loud horn he had installed in the boat.
"Wait, Ed! What if they're not club members?" Luci said quickly, her hand covering his before he pressed the button. She didn't think any of the other club members would be arriving there so early.
"Who else could it be?" he asked, seriously. He was remembering how they all had to be so careful in calculating the spot where the inlet was, and then, too, every year at least one of the boats ended up beached in the process of trying to maneuver into the inlet. "Nobody else knows about this spot other than club members!"
"Maybe... up until now!" she answered. "Why don't we just wait and see?"
Ed had agreed, and he had gone ahead and moored his houseboat about fifty yards away from the other, just to keep a safe distance. Luci had put a possible notion into his head, and he was willing to go along with her idea. She may have been right- after all, and neither of them liked the idea of strangers being at the club's "fun spot". He hoped it wasn't true, as they would have to be chased out, or the week would be ruined.
Ed and Luci took turns keeping the pair of binoculars on the other houseboat from the privacy of the living room. Luci had been watching the boat for a long time, and she was beginning to get a little disgusted. She suggested fixing something to eat or drink to Ed just so he would relieve her from the task of watching through the binoculars. He ordered a salty dog, then picked up the binoculars to scout the boat. Luci hadn't brought him the drink yet, when he thought he saw something moving in the little craft. He focused the binoculars on the front end, just as someone appeared at the doorway to the deck.
"Whhoooiiieeee! Hot-dog, baby! I think we've got a hot one..." he yelled. "Look at that tight little ass, will ya!"
Luci ran over to the window where Ed was up against the glass with the binoculars. "Who is it? A club member? Ed Let me see!"
"Wait a minute ... wait a minute... she's going around to the back of the boat... can't see her now ... wait! There she is ... she climbed up onto the roof... whooieeeee! What a body!"
Luci literally jerked the binoculars away from her excited husband. "Damnit! Who is it?" she yelled, trying to locate the other houseboat through the glasses. She finally was able to zero in on the girl, just as she was spreading a towel out on the deck. Ed was right, Luci thought, the girl was really sharp ... too sharp!
"Don't know her, Ed! She's not one of us, I'm sure of it!" she said, emphatically. She kept the binoculars on the girl as she stretched out on her belly on the roof of the boat, then she handed them back to her husband.
"I know... I can see that! I'd certainly remember her if she was in the group!" he said grabbing the field glasses and focusing them in on the giii. "Sun-bathing... hummmmmm! Wonder where her husband is?" he pointedly added.
"She's probably another one of those single chicks! Remember lover boy, if she's without a husband for me, no messing around!" Luci returned to the bar where she had left the half-made drinks. She was almost certain that the girl on the other houseboat had a husband, but she was glad for the opportunity to make a barbed comment to Ed. It was insurance of sorts. Buying his assistance in getting the couple so excited over discovering the girl. It was like he was a little boy playing a game, only the stakes in his game were very much adult, "listen, lover, I think we should go easy on this one ... remember the rest of the club members could be arriving here at any time, and if we can't score immediately with the strangers, well it could spoil our whole week!"
Ed set the binoculars down as he took the drink from his wife, and he smiled up at her in a way she fully understood. She was right of course, but the fun of finding a new couple, and making it with them, was not an easy thing to pass up. All the same, he decided to go slow and easy, at least at first.
"Suppose you and I have a barbecue lunch on the beach this afternoon, baby? That way we might draw them out without approaching them ourselves. What do you say?" He took a sip of his drink, knowing that his sexy wife would be more than cooperative.
"I say you're an old lecher!" she replied, then added; "but I agree with your tactics... it might just work!"
"Vi?"
Stan was climbing up the ladder to the roof-deck, and she considered the possibility of pretending to be asleep. She wasn't yet ready to face Stan. Not after the way things had gone the previous night, but she knew it was senseless to try to fool him. She rolled over onto her back as he stepped onto the deck, and she had to shield her eyes from the sun in order to look at him.
"Wow! Really slept well... did you see that we have some new neighbors?" He pointed out toward the large houseboat, as if Vi could have missed it.
"It's too bad, isn't it... " she answered, sarcastically. Seeing him standing there in his swim trunks made her angry all over again, and she felt like telling him off for what he'd done to her last night.
"Looks like it's only a couple... that's a lot of boat for two people!" Stan said, ignoring her comment.
Vi turned to see what he was talking about. It didn't make sense to her that he would know who was on the boat. The boat still looked deserted, and she was about to ask him how he knew who belonged with it, when she saw the smoke from a fire on the beach: From her angle it was difficult to make out any details, but it was obvious there was a couple preparing to cook something over a fire.
"I didn't notice them leaving the boat... must have been dozing," she said. She didn't really care who the people were, as she was only interested in leaving the place now that others were also there.
Stan was curious, but he decided not to let on to Vi. She was obviously not in the same mood she'd been in the night before. "I was going to take a swim ... why don't you join me?"
She turned around again to look at him, and she thought quickly for an excuse to say no. If she stayed around him too long at that moment, she was sure she would not be able to contain her temper.
"I just got my hair dry ..." she said running her fingers up through the long silky strands. "I don't want to get it wet again ..."
"Okay." Stan knew better than to pursue it any further, and he turned to go back down the ladder. He didn't want her to see the disappointment in his face, as it was suddenly apparent to him that she hadn't changed after all. She was still the same uptight woman she'd been before he'd fucked her from behind last night, and he had been wrong thinking otherwise. It was deflating, as he wasn't sure he was up to making the effort to get through to her all over again.
Vi felt terribly guilty as she watched her husband disappear down the ladder. She was confused by the mixed emotions she felt,, wanting to be both angry and conciliatory at the same time. She started to call after him, wanting to ask him to take, her to bed and fuck her until she screamed with joy, but she caught herself, remembering that such a suggestion was wanton to be so brazen, and she turned over on her stomach, trying to blot out the tingling sensation that was growing again in her belly. She just couldn't understand what made her feel this way.
Hearing a splash, she raised her head up slightly to see what it was, and she saw Stan swimming in the river toward the beach. So he was going over to the spot where the couple was preparing a meal, she thought. Somehow the idea of his doing that made her mad again, and she quickly forgot about the burning sensation in her loins. She wanted to leave the place, in spite of the fact that they would probably not find another like it during .the whole vacation, but he was swimming to the beach to make friends with the strangers. If they were half-way nice, she knew that Stan would want to stay on there.
Keeping her chin down on the towel in case Stan would turn around and look back at her, she watched as he swam slowly to the beach. In a few moments he was standing up out of the water, and the man on the beach was walking toward Stan, his hand gesturing like he should come to where they were cooking. Stan did turn and look back at her, but she was sure that he didn't know she was watching, and then he waded onto the beach, shaking the water from his arMs. In another moment he was standing next to the man from the large houseboat, and they were both animatedly talking. Stan kept shaking his head as if to say no, but the man was apparently being very insistant. He turned around and called out something that Vi couldn't hear, but then she realized that he had been calling to his wife. A very attractive woman appeared from behind a screen of reeds, and even at that distance Vi could see that the woman was indeed sexy. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini, and Vi knew that Stan's eyes had to be popping out of his head. Both her husband and the man walked to where the woman was standing, and Stan took the woman's hand, shaking it almost too vigorously. Vi hated the woman right then!
It was apparent they had invited Stan to eat with them, and it made Vi so mad, she stood up on. the deck, taking her towel up with her in an angry sweep. She wasn't about to lay there watchmg as he ate with the strangers, and she headed for the ladder to go below and fix herself the best meal they had on board.