Chapter 16
ON A SURF BOARD....
Honey and Nickie were far out in the water, behind the waves that were cresting and breaking shoreward.
"Aren't you going to teach me to hang ten?" said Nickie. They were sitting on Honey's surfboard, their legs dangling into the water. Honey was in back, leaning against Nickie. He could feel her breasts pushing against him.
Honey giggled. "Not today," she said.
"Good," said Nickie. I'd be terrified to even try to stand up on this thing."
"You don't have to. But let's ride just one wave. So you can tell your wife about it."
"Well, okay," said Nickie. "If you insist." He was still hungry for a nibble of her luscious goodies.
"You just lie flat," Honey told him. I'll do all the work." She crouched on the board. "Here it comes! Ready!" The board surged forward. Honey was on her feet.
Quickly it was apparent that she was an expert. She stayed right in the white water. The foam rose over her, cascading above her bent back so that they were in the tunnel of the wave. Gracefully, unconcernedly, Honey walked the board. She stood goofy-foot.
Nickie was choking. He pulled at her leg. She grinned down at him. "Want to shoot the pier?" she said as she slid off the board.
"No," said Nickie.
"Good," said Honey. "But there is one maneuver you should know." They paddled out again. Honey lay down on the board, face to the sun. Her legs dangled into the water. She held out her arms. Nickie sank into them happily, unclasping her bikini top and helping himself to a bite of the contents.
"Now listen closely," Honey said. "You see, the main problem with copulation on a surfboard is balance. Many's the pair that haven't gone about things right and wound up having their ardor dampened by the Atlantic itself."
"I see," said Nickie. He was exploring now beneath her bikini bottom. It was very nice inside Honey's suit, and her breasts tasted nice, too. They tasted salty. Nickie wondered if perhaps the salt didn't improve the flavor. Or maybe it was just because he had such an appetite already.
Honey was squirming now under his caresses-Nevertheless, she went on to complete her lecture. "My legs hanging into the water balance us. And it's very convenient, too. I hang one leg over each side of the board, which makes my thighs spread wide apart. You have an easy target."
"Uumm," said Nickie. He squeezed her cool rear, inside the suit. Then he moved aside the cloth of the bathing suit so that he could put his lips over the growing turbulence that was between her legs.
Honey's hips rose. The board tiltled crazily. Nickie dropped his legs over beside Honey's to steady it. "Sorry about that," said Honey. "I'm not too good at this, actually. Bruce won't even do it with me out here. He thinks it's dangerous. I always get all hot and turn us over."
Nickie felt her fingers on the zipper of his suit.
None too soon, either, he thought. He was ready and waiting when his suit fell open.
"Ah," said Honey. Quickly, Nickie fell to the task at hand. Honey's arms were around his neck. He could hear water splashing as she kicked, helpless with passion. "More," said Honey, "More!"
Nickie began moving hurriedly to satisfy her. The surfboard lurched under his efforts. Suddenly he felt cool wet water dripping down his back. Legs wrapped around him. Heels beat against his rear, urging him onward.
"Oh, Nickie, isn't it marvelous! Don't you just love sex in the open air! Don't you just love the sea! Ohhh!" She wiggled, she writhed. The surfboard careened with her every movement.
"Honey, stop it!" Nickie commanded. He might as well have commanded the sun not to rise. Honey was as out of control as a windmill in a cyclone. Her nails dug into his back. Her heels banged so hard that Nickie was sure he was going to have bruises. How was he going to explain those bruises to Lila?
"Honey! Remember our balance! Put your legs back in the water!"
"On no, it's too cold! And I'm soooo hot! Oh, Nickie, this is good! Oh, Nickie! Aaaaaaaagh! The board's nose catapulted downward. The rear shot up. It hovered, then it went over. The lovers uncoupled, hitting the water with two separate splashes.
Nickie surfaced. "Honey?" he called. He didn't see her anywhere. He dived beneath the surface to look for her. His hand connected with a plump bosom. Thank goodness, he'd found her. But something was wrong. This bosom still seemed to be contained in a swim suit. And he knew that Honey's was not. He had taken it off her himself and, besides, he had just seen it floating buoyantly over the crest of a wave. There had been foam rubber in the cups. Honey believed in gilding the lily.
Unthinkingly Nickie kept squeezing the breast while he tried to make sense out of the matter. There was no foam rubber in this suit, he discovered. Only heaps and heaps of real, honest-to-gosh girl. But what girl?
Lila? No, these breasts weren't as big as Lila's. Nobody's breasts were that big. Still, these were the size of, well, small pumpkins.
Kay! She rose from the water, peering at him from behind a face mask. Obviously, Nickie shouldn't have been fooling around with her bosom, he saw. He'd aroused her; he could tell that by the look in her eyes. Kay had very sensitive breasts.
Nickie had no idea what she'd been doing under Honey's surfboard but he had a good idea what she was going to do now. She was going to tell him that he had started it, and he was going to finish it. And naturally, he'd have to do it. Nickie didn't know why it was that he always managed to get Kay aroused, especially when he wasn't trying.
Kay lifted her mask. "Come on," she said philosophically. "One must do what one has to do"
Nickie was treading water steadily. Kay kept slipping under the surface, swallowing great gulps of sea water and coming up again. Probably, thought Nickie, it was hard to tread water when you had throbbing thighs.
"I can't go yet," he told her. "I've lost someone. Maybe she's drowned."
"I don't see anyone," said Kay, "and I just can't wait. Either you come ashore with me right now, or I'll come over there and I'll-I'll-"
"No, no" said Nickie hastily. He knew what she meant, and he had no doubt that she would do it. This morning she had made it standing up and she had also accomplished glory in a cramped laundry cart. Position apparently had no effect on her libido. "I'd much sooner do it on dry land" said Nickie.
"Umm, me too. On the beach. I can be getting my sun tan at the same time."
When they got ashore, Kay sat down in the sand and looked at Nickie expectantly. They were on a little half-moon beach of white sand surrounded on three sides by palm trees and thick clumps of palmetto.
"Well?" said Nickie.
"I'm waiting for you to tell me how we're going to do it this time," said Kay eagerly.
"Oh you suggest something. I decided last time."
"Oh, I always like whatever you choose" Kay said magnanimously. "Only hurry up." She inserted her thumb in her bikini bottom and peered inside it. Nickie wondered if she were letting a little cool air on the heat inside. Maybe she was just admiring the bikini's contents. Seemingly satisfied, Kay discontinued the inspection and let the tiny garment pop back into place. She drew in a deep breath and her bosom rose. Her lovely ribcage came into view. Nickie watched in fascination. "Let's see" he said. We've done it sitting and standing up-"
"How about backwards?" said Kay.
"No," said Nickie "I've done that just recently."
"How about me on top?"
"I've done that, too."
"All fours? Legs together? Legs in the air?"
"No" said Nickie.
"Golly, said Kay, her eyes widening. "This is terrible. There doesn't seem to be a single sexual variation you haven't tried! There isn't a thing in the whole sexual panorama that you haven't done! There's nothing new for you to do."
"True," said Nickie sadly, "Now I know how Daniel Boone must've felt when the frontier gave out."
"It's just dreadful," Kay agreed.
"Surely there must be something!" He was Ben Gazarra asking the doctor if there wasn't some chance. Nickie was feeling dreadful. He had almost forgotten his interest in Kay's bikini bottom.
"I've thought of something!" she cried.
"Really? What?"
"We could do it standing up backwards," she said, her eyes brightening.
"Oh," said Nickie. "But that's really just a combination of two things. I've already done. Ifs not really new."
"It's better than nothing isn't it?" said Kay. She put her arms behind her head and flexed her bosom at him lewdly.
Nickie agreed. He reached over and put his hand into her bodice. He reached for the buttons. The bra came away, and her two golden globes lay at his fingertips.
He pushed her down in the sand. She stretched again and this time Nickie did something he had wanted to do the first time. He kissed the outline of every rib, working up to her breast planting a row of little bites on its underswell.
She sighed. 'Take off the bottom now," she murmured. He did feeling her squirm her twin cupcake mounds into the palms of his hands as he did so.
He ran his lips down her quivering stomach-down her thighs. "Well" he said, "I suppose it's time to stand up." He seized her under the armpits and yanked her to her feet.
He turned her around. He inserted a knee between her legs and pried her thighs apart. "Ready-o? Here I come!"
"Oh! Ah! Eee!" said Kay. She was giggling and groaning with passion at the same time. Nickie's arms were around her, crushing her bosom in his embrace He kissed her neck.
"That tickles," Kay gasped. "Oh, stop it, Nickie!" But he didn't stop. She giggled. Her thighs jiggled; her stomach jiggled. Altogether it was extremely pleasing. But it was a shame that this wasn't really anything new. It pleased Kay to give men thrills they'd never experienced before. He was afraiH she wouldn't enjoy herself fully.
"Hey!" said Nickie. "I have an idea. There's a barrel over there."
"You mean get inside it-like going over Niagara Falls?"
"No," said Nickie.
Kay was mystified. He led her to the barrel and sat her down on it.
"Now" he said, "you might say I have you over a barrel."
Kay giggled again. She was in a mood for thinking anything was funny.
"Battle stations," said Nickie, and posted himself at the gateway to her delights.
"Don't fire till you see their bosoms!" said Kay and shrieked with laughter. "Whee! Oh! Oh, Nickie, this is better than a roller-coaster!"
Nickie was rolling the barrel back and forth, causing himself to be drawn up and down over Kay's velvety road of joy. Kay's thighs worked eagerly as she worked with him to move the barrel.
"Wheel" said Kay. She thought it the most original method she'd ever experienced. But suddenly Nickie became too aroused to stand it any longer. He lunged, and they both shot over the barrel, landing with a hard thud on the sand.
Kay had the wind knocked out of her. It was a most unfortunate time for it, since she was on the verge. "I surrender!" she gasped. "I surrender, Nickie!" And then she did just that taking Nickie with her.
When Kay regained her sense, she manifested a typical phenomenon of females after love. "Nickie," she said, "don't you think I'm better than any woman you've ever had? Don't you think I'm sexier? Don't I do it better?"
"Well-" said Nickie. He had quite a number of conquests to think over. But actually, the answer was quite clear to him. It was Lila that did it better than anyone. Lila, his wife, she of the mountainous breasts and the flat, golden prairie stomach. He sighed.
Kay was wrathful. "I know darn well I do it better than that silly Mary Lou," she told him. "Why that girl had a terrible time just getting you worked up!"
"Umm," said Nickie. Then suddenly he tensed. Things were falling into place. Mary Lou! She was the girl who'd been shot in the cabin of the cruise boat. And the only person who could have known what had been going on in that cabin at the time of the murder was the murderer himself! Herself!