Chapter 5
When Ron Wilson made the tricky maneuver of putting his houseboat into the small channel earlier that morning, he'd 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 Laura, "Hey, baby! We're not the only ones here!"
Laura joined him in the wheel-house, her robe flying open so as to expose her naked body as she hurried to see what her husband found so exciting.
"Well, I'll be," she announced upon seeing the other craft.
"Should I give them a blast?" Ron reached for the button that would sound the loud horn installed in his boat.
"Oh, Ron, wait," pleaded Laura quickly. "What if they're not club members? Or they might still be sleeping, too." She didn't think any of the other club members could be arriving so early, but then there was a chance.
"Who else could it be?" asked Ron 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 big boats ended up beached in the process of trying to maneuver into the inlet. "Nobody in the entire world knows about this spotexcept for club members!"
"Maybe... Up until now!" she answered. "Why don't we all just wait until we know for sure, huh?"
Ron agreed, and he had gone ahead and moored his houseboat about fifty yards away from the other, just to keep a safe distance. Laura had put a possible notion into his head, and he was willing to go along with it. She might have been right after all, and neither 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.
Ron and Laura took turns keeping the pair of binoculars trained on the other houseboat. They worked their spy technique from the privacy of the living room.
Laura had been watching the boat for a long time, and she was beginning to tire a little. She suggested fixing something to eat or drink so that Ron would relieve her of the task of watching through the binoculars. He ordered a salty-dog, then picked up the binoculars to scout the boat. Laura hadn't brought him the drink yet when he caught sight of something moving on the little craft. He focused the binoculars on the front end, just as someone appeared at the doorway to the deck.
"Whoooiieee! Hot dog, baby! I think we've got a hot one..." he hollered excitedly. "Mmm, get a load of that little ass, will ya! Just look at it, man!"
Laura ran over to the window where Ron was up tight against the glass with the binoculars. "Who is it?" she asked. "A club member? Let's see! Who is it?"
"Hold on," said Ron. "Just one second here. She's going around to the back of the boat... Can't see her now... Oh, yeah, here she comes again... She's up on the roof now... Oh, yeah... Nice body... very, very nice!"
Laura literally jerked the binoculars from the sweaty hands of her husband. "Damnit! Who is she!" she yelled, trying to locate the houseboat through the binoculars. She finally zeroed in on the girl and watched her spreading atowel out on the deck. Ron was right, thought Laura, the girl was really sharp... too sharp!
"I don't recognize her, Ron," she said. "Tough luck. She's not one of us. I'm sure of it." She was emphatic about this as she kept the binoculars on the girl, watching her stretching out on her belly on the roof of the boat. Finally, she handed the glasses back to her husband.
"I know... I see that! I'd certainly remember her if she was in our club!" he said, grabbing the field glasses and focusing them in on the girl. "Sun bathing... mmmmm... 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 partner for me, no fooling around!" Laura 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 say something sharp to Ron. It was a kind of sincere insurance of a sort, buying his assistance in getting the couple so excited over discovering the girl. It was like he was a 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 any time now, and if we can't score immediately with the strangers, well, it could really spoil the rest of the week for us!"
Ron set the binoculars down as he took his drink from Laura, 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 to start.
"Suppose you and I have a barbecue lunch on shore 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, and then she added softly, sensuously, "But I agree with your tactics... It just might work..."
"Gail?"
Jack was climbing the ladder to the roofdeck, and she considered the possibility of pretending to sleep. She wasn't yet ready to confront her husband. Not after the way things had gotten so out of hand the night before. But she knew it was senseless to try and fool him. She rolled over onto her back as she stepped onto the deck, and she shielded her eyes from the bright sun in order to be able to see him clearly.
"Wow! Really slept well... Did you see that we have some new neighbors?" He pointed out toward the large houseboat, as if Gail 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!" said Jack, ignoring her comment completely.
Gail 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 the 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 big 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... now that there were others in the once private and remote romantic river hollow.
Jack was curious, though, but he decided not to let on to Gail. She was obviously not in the same mood she'd been in the evening before. "I was going to take a swim," he said softly, slightly changing the subject. "What about you, babe?"
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 this particular moment, she was sure she would not be able to contain her temper.
"No thanks," she said evenly. "My hair just dried." She ran her fingers through the long silky strands of her mane. "I don't want to get it wet again..."
"Okay by me," said Jack cheerfully. He 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 he was feeling, and it suddenly became apparent to him that she hadn't changed after all. Gail was still the same uptight woman she'd been before he'd fucked her from between the backs of her legs the previous night, and he had been wrong thinking otherwise. It was deflating, for now he wasn't sure he was up to making enough of an effort to get to her again.
Gail 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 and lewd. It wasn't fitting for a proper woman 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 that way.
Hearing a splash, she raised her head up slightly to see what it was, and she saw Jack swimming in the river toward the beach. So he was going over to the spot where the couple was preparing a meal, she thought to herself. 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 Jack would want to stay on.
Keeping her chin down on the towel in case Jack 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 him, his hand gesturing like he should come to where they were cooking. Jack did turn around and look back at her, but she was sure he didn't know she was watching. Then he waded forward, 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 talking animatedly. Jack kept shaking his head as if to say 'No' about something but the man was apparently being very insistent. He turned around and called out something that Gail 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 Gail could see that the woman was indeed sexy. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini, and Gail knew that Jack's eyes had to be popping out of his head. Both her husband and the man walked to where the woman stood, and Jack took the woman's hand, shaking it almost too vigorously. Gail hated the woman right then!
It was apparent they had invited Jack to eat with them and it made Gail so mad she stood up on deck, taking her towel up with her in an angry sweep. She wasn't about to lay there watching as he ate with the strangers! She headed for the ladder to go below and fix herself the best meal possible on board the boat.