Chapter 12

As the very last traces of sunlight left the sky and the tickle fight over God’s affinity for the Denver Broncos was over, the stars came out. Soft music was playing over the speakers on the foredeck and a gentle love song came on. Paul stood and held his hand out to Andi, inviting her to dance. She accepted and soon they were dancing around the foredeck, kissing and whispering their love for each other.

“The children are asleep, and your crew is in their night quarters Mister Paul,” came Sung-mi’s voice over the intercom, “Have a good night, sir.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” said Andi softly as Paul unbuttoned her blouse.

“Like what? Dance under the starlight?”

“Our babies are right below us!” she whispered again as the last button of her blouse was undone. It fluttered to the deck, soon followed by her bra and her delightful 32D breasts were exposed to the warm evening air.

One by one the exterior lights of Andi’s Dream shut off and only the Coast Guard required marker lights remained illuminated. The small red and green lamps on the bow did nothing to illuminate the area. The white midlight on the mast was not visible from that portion of the foredeck. “It’s so dark!” gasped Andi as she looked around. She was a city girl and the only dark she really experienced was in a movie theater in those moments before the projector started, but there were always exit signs and aisle lights.

She pulled Paul’s shirt over his head, and she wanted to kiss his nipple like he does to her almost every time he removes her top, but it was so dark she couldn’t find them. The nice thing about being as small as she is. Her lips are at the level of his nipples, and she has dedicated a large part of her life to taking advantage of that fact. The first time she sucked his nipple into her mouth, he jumped at the shock. Now he’s getting used to it. He’ll even hold her head in place, as she does to him when he loves her nipples.

“Come here city girl,” he said and pulled her to a lounge and snuggled close to her as they leaned back with their heads over the side rail. “Close your eyes for a very slow count to twenty, then open your eyes and tell me what you see.”

She did what he said and then opened her eyes and looking up; she was shocked at the number of stars that filled the sky. Andi had seen stars before, but the city pollutes the sky with light and the number of stars you can see is diminished by a huge percentage. Here out on the open ocean, all she could see were stars. They filled the sky until they didn’t. There was an obvious line of where she could see stars, and below that line were no stars, just inky blackness. She guessed that was the horizon, or maybe Paul’s arm in the way of her vision.

Slowly, she could see a little more. The white deck beneath them was a dark gray ghost, the chrome handrails slightly glinted in the starlight. She sat up and far, far off in the distance she could see a green light and a white light marking the bow and stern of a boat moving, she tried to do a calculation, north she guessed, it was difficult because her husband was kissing her neck, moving closer and closer to that spot she hadn’t told him about yet...

Suddenly he found it, just behind and below her ear. He sucked gently, and the sensation was divine. It was like an electronic signal was sent to her nipples and clit, which literally buzzed with a sensation like a vibrator was touching them. “Oh yes daddy, right there...” her eyes rolled back in her head and her hand crept down to her crotch to rub her pussy which wanted in on the action when suddenly she realized she had a man here, let him do it for her. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from her breast and moved it closer to her cloth covered vagina then asked softly, “Please daddy?”

Paul slipped off the couch and pulled off her deck shoes, then licked her little toes, which made her shiver and giggle at the same time. Soon he was massaging her feet, and she massaged her breasts at the same time. Soon he said, “Lift your pretty fanny,” and she did, allowing him to pull down her short deck skirt and then her matching panties.

Andi’s hand bumped the wine bottle, so she carefully poured herself some more wine and sipped as Paul kissed her legs and her belly, paying close attention to her c-section scar. “It must have been scary,” he said.

“It was,” said Andi, as she lost a sense of what direction was up. It felt so good to have her man massaging her legs, kissing wherever he touched. She closed her eyes and looked up at the stars and asked, “Were you romantic like this with Melony?” At the sound of his first wife’s name, Paul stopped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...”

“No, it’s ok...” Paul took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I tried ... I wanted to. When we first started dating, she liked being with a real live doctor. Doctor equals status and fame and security. A fighter pilot doesn’t translate to anything in the outside world because there are no fighters to fly, you have to fall back on your degree, which for most fighter pilots is aeronautical engineering, which is a saturated field. A doctor, on the other hand, is a doctor anywhere he goes. We’re just not exciting enough.” He looked off into the dark. “I could become a flight surgeon. I thought maybe that was more exciting for her.”

“So you’re saying she was stupid?”

“She wasn’t stupid, she was...” Paul fumbled for a word.

“She was impatient,” said Andi.

“What do you mean, impatient?”

“I’m about to get my guts rearranged by one of the largest dicks I’ve ever had inside me, on my own yacht on a starry night. My babies have a new daddy that loves them, and I have a lover that loves me. She could have had all of that if she had waited.”

Then Paul remembered the horrors that his wife went through, the rapes to pay off Franks gambling debts, being pregnant and abandoned, what Frank did was unforgivable and sometimes he wished he had killed her husband, it would have been easy, but it would have been so wrong. Even if Andi forgave him, he couldn’t have forgiven himself.

The foredeck was a section ahead of the salon with couches on three sides and the anchoring station at the bow. In the middle is a low table that drinks, and food can be sat on it. Paul was sitting on the table, with Andi’s feet in his lap and he was massaging her tiny feet.

“I’m sorry to have brought it up,” said Andi.