The Deckhand

I caught you looking at me when we first boarded yesterday.

You were standing at the railing in a line with the other deckhands and I could almost feel your eyes following me as the stewardess showed us around the boat.

I wasn’t positive if it was me you were looking at—you just as easily could have been staring at one of my friends—but then this morning while I was reading on the sundeck, I caught you again.

You were in the doorway of the crew quarters and talking into your radio, saying something about ‘tightening the lines.’ But you were looking straight at me.

And even though you couldn’t see my eyes through my sunglasses, I was definitely staring back.

“Hey, are you going to get in the water? I know Sara wants to go jet skiing, but I’m honestly kind of terrified. I might just lay out for a bit until we dock later. Or maybe I’ll ask if we can go to one of those coves the captain was talking about. Hey. Hey. Are you listening?”

“What? Oh, um, sorry. I… not enough coffee this morning.”

Actually, I’m distracted because I can’t stop staring at you. You’re washing the outside of the windows, barefoot, your hair pulled up in a messy knot on top of your head. God, your shirt just barely contains your massive arms. And the lines of your calves are just… wow.

“Mmhmm, or maybe you’re staring at that cute deckhand again.”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“No, you totally are. It’s kinda obvious.”

“Shhh. Don’t—just shhh.”

“Hey, that’s what vacation is for, right? Nothing like a little spring fling. Especially since… you know.”

“What?”

“Okay, don’t get mad, but this might be, you know, a good opportunity for you to forget about you-know-who.”

“Oh my god, I’m not still—I’m over him, okay? It was… what, two months ago? I’m fine.”

“Okay, okay. I’m just saying… It could be good for you.”

“What were you saying? About the… the dock?”

“Swimming. Are you going to join?”

“Yeah, whatever, that sounds good.”

Okay, maybe I’m not totally over being dumped the night I thought I was getting engaged, but… I will be. Eventually.

I guess she’s right. Hooking up with a hot deckhand would definitely help me move on a little. It would at least be a distraction from these last few shitty months.

I mean, not that that’s going to happen. You would probably get fired instantly if anyone found out you hooked up with a passenger.

Plus, you’re so… I don’t know, muscular and handsome. Like in a Hercules kind of way.

I’ve never really been with someone so… rugged and physical.

Now that I think of it, pretty much all of my past partners have been, what’s the word, knowledge workers?

One worked in tech. Another was in law school. And the most recent one worked at that art gallery.

And… you spend all day on a luxury yacht, tightening lines, dropping anchors, and… lifting heavy things, I guess.

Basically, your body looks like a Greek sculpture. And… it’s new to me, but I’m into it.

“Okay, well, I’m going to go back to the room and put on my swimsuit. Aaaaand I’m just going to leave you and Mr. Deckhand alone here for a little while in case you want to, uh, get to know each other a little better.”

“Oh my god. Mel, don’t—you’re the worst.”

“Have fun.”

Okay, as embarrassing as Mel can be, I can see that she’s doing me a favor by leaving me alone up here. Even if nothing’s going to happen.

You’re… still washing the windows, but you’ve moved onto the one closest to the table I’m at. Your back is to me and—

“Got something on my backside?”

“Wh—uhhh—no, um—”

“I’m messing with you. Just saw you in the reflection. Looked like you might have had your eye on me.”

Oh. Yeah, wow. You can totally see everything I’m doing through the reflection on the window you’re washing.

Well… two can play that game.

“Kinda like you did this morning? And yesterday?”

“Mmm. Busted.”

You turn away from the window and toss your sponge into a bucket at your feet.

There’s something… careless about the way you move. You’ve got a slow, easy energy. Like you’ve got nothing to do, nothing weighing you down.

“I was trying not to be too obvious.”

“Yeah, well, I’m observant.”

“This your first time on a charter boat?”

“Um, yeah. Actually, I’m a little out of my element, if you couldn’t tell.”

“It’s kind of obvious, yeah. Mostly because you keep saying, ‘If that’s okay,’ every time you ask for something.”

“Mmm, well, this was supposed to be my friend’s parents’ anniversary gift for themselves, but her dad broke his leg. So, since they weren’t able to make it, me and Sara get to take their place.”

“Ah, lucky you.”

“Yeah, it’s… incredible. I’m not really used to being waited on hand and foot, which you noticed.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Most of our charter guests aren’t nearly as… down-to-earth as you.”

“I can imagine you deal with some unpleasant guests.”

“Sometimes, yeah. People who feel like they deserve special treatment just because they can afford a vacation like this.”

You’re quiet for a moment, just looking out at the expanse of blue-green ocean surrounding us. I’m just now realizing how tall you are. You tower over me.

“Well, anyway. I’ll leave you be. Hey, let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Hey, hey, wait a second.”

“Yeah?”

“So, you were staring at me?”

“You’re beautiful. Couldn’t help myself.”

Oh, wow. Okay. That was smooth.

And I’m a little flustered now.

This… I was not expecting this.

“What, did you not know?”

“Know what?”

“How beautiful you are. Mm, that’s a shame. I’d tell you every day if you were mine. ”

I’m… taken aback by pretty much everything you’ve just said.

Never mind being told I’m beautiful by a man who looks like he was chiseled out of stone, but… talking about if I was his? It’s just so… bold.

And I like it.

“Um… you know, I just thought of something that I need.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, they gave us a tour of the boat, but… where do you sleep?”

“You really want to see it?”

I feel like you’re asking me something else. Something more than if I really want to see where the crew sleeps at night.

I get up from my chair and down the last of my drink.

“I really do.”

I’m usually the one in charge when it comes to relationships. It feels like I’m always making the decisions. Where we’re going to eat, what are we doing this weekend, all of it.

This feels nice… having someone else lead. Letting you lead the way.

You lead me down a set of narrow stairs. The galley, which I saw yesterday, is off to the left. To the right is the hall which leads to our guest rooms.

“Keep going…”

We continue down the stairs to the lowest deck. Your head is almost brushing the ceiling as we get off the last step. I can’t tell if it’s extra cramped down here or if you’re just that big.

“And here we are.”

“Oh my god… it’s tiny. You fit in that little bed?”

“Sort of.”

It’s hardly a room. More like a closet with a bed shoved inside. And down the hall, there’s three other identical doors which, I’m guessing, lead to rooms just like yours.

“It’s not exactly a bedroom, but it works. It’s the only crew cabin on board that doesn’t have bunk beds.”

“Well, look at you. This whole room all to yourself? Impressive.”

“Mmhm.”

“So, I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“You didn’t just bring me down here to show off your tiny bedroom… did you?”

“No. I brought you down here so that I could do this…”

You lean forward and your broad chest pushes into me. You grab the door handle and pull it shut, enclosing us in this small space.

I get a strong scent of salt and sea air as you lay your hands on my waist and bring us closer together.

There’s something so intense about the way you’re looking down at me. The way your eyes flash with confidence like you knew how this was going to go the moment you first saw me.

Normally that kind of cockiness would be a turn-off, but right now… it’s really working out for you.

You sit down on the edge of the bed. For the first time, you’re looking up at me instead of the other way around.

Your fingers play at the hem of my dress and you slowly lift it up, up, and hold it just above my abdomen.

“Is this, uh… is this part of the vacation package? A private session with the hottest deckhand?”

You don’t want to talk anymore. That’s fine. I get chatty when I’m nervous. And I can think of far better ways to be using my mouth right now.

You kiss my hips, up to my ribcage. My stomach plunges every time you drag your teeth across my skin.

Your hands curl around the back of my thighs and you pull me a little closer. Fuck, I… I’m starting to feel really hot.

I wind my fingers around the back of your neck, breathing through an intense wave of desire.

“Take off your underwear.”

It’s a command, more than a suggestion. And one that I’m eager to obey.

I drop my panties to the floor. God, my thighs are shaking.

I can’t remember the last time someone made me feel like this. I don’t actually know if anyone has before…

You look up at me and your eyes focus on mine. That look keeps me frozen as you lean forward and press your mouth between my legs.

Holy shit, you know what you’re doing.

You kiss my pussy with long, slow strokes of your tongue.

The way you’re teasing me with your tongue… it’s so slow, so drawn out… Like you’re taking your time, enjoying and savoring every moment of this.

I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. I can feel my whole body tingling, my mind loosening, all of the tension draining away…

“Look at me… or I’m going to stop.”

I have to force my eyes open. I look down at you… and you slip your tongue between my folds again.

Your hand on my left hip is gripping me tighter.

“Open your legs. Wider.”

Your hand loosens around my waist and you tease one finger at my entrance.

You slip your finger inside of me as your tongue finds my clit again. You pump it in and out, slow, controlled.

And then… a second finger. You plunge them both deep and fuck me.

“Do you know how good you taste?”

I need more.

I don’t know how, but you’re turning me into a moaning, desperate mess. And that’s not easy.

“Ask for my dick. If that’s what you want.”

“Please, fuck me. Please—oh, fuck—please—”

You tug down your shorts, and your cock springs loose. Oh my god, you’re hard. And… big.

I reach for it as you jerk your hand down your shaft and give it a few pulls.

“Don’t be greedy. Be patient.”

“Oh my god, you’re testing me.”

“Mmhm. I like you like this. A little desperate.”

I clamber onto your lap with your dick between us. I hold onto the shaft and drag my hand up to the head.

“Fuck…”

You wrap your huge hand around mine and keep it still. I can feel you smiling as we kiss. You’re enjoying making me fall apart.

“Hold on a sec…”

You reach into a small drawer on the side of your bed.

I feel like you’re moving in slow motion as you take out a condom and roll it down your shaft. I need you now and you’re taking your fucking time. I haven’t wanted someone this bad in so long.

“Lift up.”

I sit up on my knees and you ready yourself at my entrance. And I lower myself down.

“Oh, fuck—”

You work yourself in me and I feel myself stretch. You fucking fill me up…

“Mmnnghh, fuck yes…”

Your thrusts get steadier until you’re sliding your full length in and out of me. I look down between us and watch your dick sinking deeper, burying yourself all the way inside.

“Oh my god, yeah, yeah, right there!”

I grind into you, hard. My pussy is so fucking wet. I feel like I can’t get enough of you.

“Yeah, that’s it, bounce on me. Yeah, bounce on me, just like that.”

I yank down the top of my dress and press your mouth against my breasts.

There’s so much pressure building inside of me. So much heat and fullness and I don’t know much more I can take.

“Come here, come here.”

You tangle your hand in my hair and pull. My neck is drawn back and your lips suck hard on my pulse point.

Your thrusts get harder. I feel a shock in my stomach each time you thrust in.

I’m so fucking close. I can’t hold on much longer.

“Don’t hold on. Just let go, fucking let go for me.”

“Oh, that’s it, c’mon, c’mon…!”

“Um… shit.”

“Yeah.”

I sit up on to my elbows and let the world come back into focus. I feel light…

I wasn’t exactly stressed earlier, but I feel… I feel good…

“Mmm, duty calls, unfortunately.”

“Right. I guess I should find my friends…”

“Hey.”

You stand in front of me and bend down to press your mouth against mine.

“I’ve got to run, but… I’ll find you later.”

“Anything I need… just ask you, right?”

“That’s right.”