Chapter 34: Marta’s Dance

“Quit looking so surprised, girl! You were doing the same thing in the limo last Saturday night,” Isabella told the stunned girl.

“We made that ... light?” Jeanne asked.

“I’ll say you did. If it hadn’t been for the tinted windows, you’d have attracted every driver on the lot,” she told her.

“Oh...” Jeanne said.

The three sisters just stood there looking at us. Cécile had a satisfied look on her face and Fleur and Marta just stared in wonder.

“What’s up?” asked Noèle as she stepped out into the cockpit. She had just gotten out of bed and missed the fireworks. But the girls closed in around her and began telling her what she had missed. Meanwhile, I headed back to the bridge to study the electronics manuals.

“Show me how you program the chart plotter,” Captain Tony said. He was working me slowly through each piece of equipment. After I did that, he asked me if I had started studying my celestial navigation.

“Not yet. I was told that I needed my ‘Day Skipper’ next,” I replied.

“That is true, but it’s never too early to start your navigation training. I’ll tell you what. If it’s clear tonight, I’ll give you an overview.” I was to discover that Captain Tony loved celestial navigation and had all the tools. He had even brought them with him in the event he could actually begin my training.

We took a break when Marta and Fleur brought our lunch to the bridge. Fleur was wearing a cropped T-shirt just like her sister had last night, but without the too small panties. Her dad looked at her, but didn’t say a word. I just looked at her and winked. She blushed and quickly retreated down the steps.

Finally Captain Tony looked at me and asked, “I don’t suppose you know what that was all about?”

I quickly blushed as I considered how to answer him. I decided that he had earned my respect, so I told him the truth.

“Last night, Cécile came to my cabin wearing a similar top. She said her mother told her it was sexy to leave some things to the imagination. We talked for a while and ended up in bed together...”

“So that’s why she missed her turn at watch,” Captain Tony said knowingly.

“Yeah. I guess it was my fault she was so tired, so I decided to let her sleep and did her watch for her.”

“Very gentlemanly of you,” he said. Then became quiet.

I didn’t say anything to break his train of thought.

“Alex, I am aware that Cécile has been sexually active. It’s possible that Fleur has been as well. Marta? I’m not so sure. But I have tried to be an understanding father and not interfere with their decisions. I know that they frequently talk with their mother about their more intimate moments and so I have left that to her. I would be a fool to think that they could run around naked on this ship for ten days and not spark some interest from any healthy young men. After all, they do favor their mother. All I ask is that you take care and try not to hurt them.”

I nodded my head in understanding. My respect for Captain Tony just went up another notch.

“Now, let’s finish our lunch and then look at my new radar. Did you know that the range on it is greater than the range on the radar on my first command?”

And just like that, I was back in sailing school.

Finally, about three o’clock, we adjusted the sails and then he went below. I sure would like to have been a fly on the wall for his next conversation with his wife.

As soon as Captain Tony went down, Jeanne came up with Marta. She had her iPhone and speaker. The two girls immediately began rearranging the sofas so we could dance.

“All right, here’s what we’re going to do. My coach says you learn best when you teach someone else. So you’re going to teach Marta how to waltz,” Jeanne said.

I couldn’t fault her logic or her training regime, so with a little coaching from Jeanne, I was soon showing Marta how to waltz.

Marta seemed to grasp the basics but lacked Jeanne’s graceful movements. I paused the music to ask Jeanne to show Marta what I meant. Jeanne beamed at the recognition of her talents as we glided across the room. Already I could see the benefits of teaching Marta as I found myself keeping up with Jeanne so much easier.

“But how do you move so gracefully,” Marta asked. “I can see it, but I can’t do it.”

“Really, it’s all in your head. First, you have to trust your partner to lead you and keep you safe. Then I just relax and think of becoming a snowflake, gently drifting as Alex steers me around the room.”

“Why a snowflake?” Marta asked.

“That’s just me. You can imagine you’re anything that can float as he steers you around the room. Some girls imagine they are balloons and others, a bubble. It’s whatever you can relax into and just float away,” Jeanne told the girl.

It suddenly made sense to me and the next time we danced, I was aware of how soft and delicate she was. And I tried my best not to burst that bubble or snowflake.

“That was fantastic, Alex!” she said when the song ended. “Now, you try it, Marta.”

It took Marta several attempts, but then it finally clicked and we danced as if we were dancing at the ball.

“That was great!” her sisters said as they clapped for Marta. I hadn’t heard them come up. I took a break and checked the bridge while they gathered around her, all talking at once. When I returned, they all wanted a chance to dance.

“I will be glad to dance with each of you, but this is Marta’s lesson, so you’ll have to wait your turn,” I told them. Then taking Marta in my arms again, I told her we were going to try a waltz dip and turn. Jeanne quickly explained it to her and then showed her one time. All three girls watch in rapt attention. Then Marta tried it. She got it on the second try.

“That was simply beautiful,” Jeanne said to the girl. “And Alex, I have never seen you so gentle.”

“You were right, Jeanne. Teaching Marta has actually taught me much on the finer points of dancing. Does it work on the Latin dances too? Like the Paso Doble?” I asked.

“Of course! We’ll work on that tomorrow,” she said. “Provided I can find someone for you to teach!”

They moved the furniture back and then went downstairs to freshen up. A little while later, Noèle came up carrying a plate of Mexican burritos with green chili sauce and a can of soft drink.

“I heard what you did in the cockpit with Mrs. Lavigne. Did her husband know she was kissing you like that?” she asked.

“I did nothing that Captain Tony did not know about or approve,” I told her curtly.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “This is only my second contract and I was concerned. Things like that were not approved of on my last ship.”

“The difference here is that this is family, not some rental. You would have had to been here for what happened leading up to that kiss to understand,” I told her. “Let’s just say that circumstances are different on this cruise.”

“I’ll say it’s different!” she said. “When I found out that they were naturists and would be naked for most of the cruise, I almost backed out. Then my boyfriend and I got into an argument. He forbid me to take the contract, so I dumped him and decided to come anyway.”

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“I was born in Detroit, but my family moved to Florida when I was small. I grew up near the coast and always dreamed of sailing on the big yachts I’d see in the harbor. When I graduated from high school, my boyfriend at the time, found us jobs crewing on a small charter. He quit after the first week, but I loved it and stayed on for the season. Then my dad heard about this retiring navy captain who was buying a yacht and might need a mate. I sent him my application and here I am.”

“How did he hear about Captain Tony all the way in Florida?” I asked.

“Well, my dad sells yachts for one of the larger yacht resellers in Fort Lauderdale and evidently, Mr. Lavigne came to Florida looking for a yacht,” she said.

“And how do you like it?” I asked.

“I love sailing. And working as the steward. Besides, it will look good on my resume. The only thing I’m concerned about is my family finding out about me working in the nude. I know I signed an NDA, (non-disclosure agreement), but I still worry what they would say if it did get out.”

Noèle was twenty-two and stood about five foot-seven with shoulder-length dark hair. Not really black, but with a reddish tint. More auburn in color. She had a bubbly personality and was always smiling, which showed off her dimples. She wasn’t thin by any stretch, but she was well-toned and her legs looked like the legs of an athlete. Her tummy was flat with just a hint of washboard abs, indicating to me that she took working out seriously.

Her breasts were perfectly round and spaced so far apart on her chest that there was a gap of several fingers between them. When I first met her in the restaurant, she was wearing a low cut top with a bra that pushed her breasts together to create some nice cleavage. But without that support, they tended to slide into her armpits slightly. Her nipples had been hard every time I had seen her on the boat and they pointed almost to the sky.

“What about you?” she asked. “Have you ever crewed before?”

“Once,” I told her. “I crewed for a friend of Captain Tony’s. Another French Navy Captain. He taught me all about sailing as we crossed the Atlantic and then cruised in the Caribbean,” I told her.

“You crewed a crossing?” she asked with awe in her voice. “I’d love to do a crossing!”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m sure you’ll get the opportunity one day.”

“Well, I’m headed to bed. I have to be up for the 1:00am watch,” she said as she left the bridge.

I quickly checked the wind and then adjusted the sails. We were making good time. I just hoped the seas remained this calm the whole way, but winter in the Mediterranean made that unlikely. I searched to see if I could see any lights on the island of Cyprus, some forty miles to our port side (south), but we were too far away.

I didn’t see anyone else until Marta showed up about 8:30. Her watch didn’t start until 9:00, but I got the impression that she wanted to talk.

“Where did you learn to dance?” she asked.

“I took ballroom dancing at school one semester because I didn’t want to run track,” I told her. “Then Jeanne came along and taught me to be better.”

“What was it like dancing in front of all those people at the ball?” she asked.

“It was like a fairy tale with all the twinkling lights and the live orchestra,” I replied. “And Jeanne was like this fairy princess as she danced!” I knew this was feeding her adolescent fantasies, but what could it hurt?

“Do you love her?” she asked out of the blue.

“Marta, I love every girl that I dance with,” I told her.

“Really?” she asked. Then she realized what I had said.

“But you danced with me!” she stated.

“I know,” I said softly as I pulled her to her feet and began a slow dance. We didn’t have any music but she was dreaming like we did. I finally stopped moving my feet and just held her as we swayed, while Marta became lost in her fantasies.

“Marta, sweetie,” I said, breaking her reverie. “I have to check the bridge.”

She let me go with a sad smile. I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her face until our eyes met. Then I kissed her softly on the lips.

As much as I enjoyed being with Marta, I knew I had to keep an eye on the radar for the next ten hours or so, as we were passing between Crete and the tip of the Greek peninsula. There was an abundance of traffic throughout the area, as well as several islands to steer around. I had already figured out that I was not getting much sleep this night.

I told all this to Marta and even showed her on the radar and the course plotter. I offered to let her skip the watch, since I was going to be there anyway, but she said she wanted to stay.

“You’ve already explained more to me than anyone ever has. Most people don’t take me seriously because I’m blond and have big boobs. But you don’t talk down to me and you don’t constantly leer at my breasts like other guys!”

“Oh, I leer at them alright. You just haven’t caught me,” I teased. “And they are perfect, by-the-way!”

She hefted them up, one in each hand. “You think so?” she asked.

“Marta. I think that you are a heart attack waiting to happen. The first guy you take to bed will surely die of pure delight!”

“How do you know I haven’t already taken someone to bed,” she asked.

“Have you?” I asked.

“No. But how did you know?”

“Because no one has said anything about you killing some poor fool,” I replied.

“Oh you...” she said as she slapped my arm. But her smile gave her away.

I enjoyed my time with the youngest Lavigne daughter. At five-foot two, she was the shortest, but that could have been because she was only sixteen. She had the family’s trademark blond hair and blue eyes and a smile that just lit up the room. She also had the trademark large pillowy breasts with huge areolas and big nipples. Her body still retained the sleekness of youth, but if her mother was any indicator, she would fill out nicely in the years to come.

“C’mon. Let’s check for traffic,” I suggested. Then I showed her how to adjust the radar to see what was around us. There were several commercial ships heading past us and at least one suspected warship headed for the naval base at Athens. I then showed her the auto pilot and how we had to alter it for the upcoming course change.

All too soon, the two hours of her watch passed by. Fleur was due anytime now.

“Alex, Jeanne said that you wouldn’t do anything with her unless she asked. If I asked, would you kiss me? I mean a real kiss like you did with mom and Cécile.”

I didn’t answer her but took her in my arms and kissed her with as much passion as I thought wise, under the circumstances. I could tell that she hadn’t had much experience kissing, but she caught on and was soon kissing me back like a pro.

When I broke our kiss, she was glassy-eyed.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’ll say!” she said. “Now I feel like I’m really floating!”

“Get to bed, Little One,” I said as I patted her naked behind. “I’ll watch over the bridge.” Then I watched as she floated down the stairs.

“What did you do to my sister?” Fleur asked as she entered the bridge. “Oh, never mind! I think I already know!”

“Good evening to you, too,” I said cheerfully.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought I was supposed to be on watch.”

“This is your lucky night. I just happened to be in the area so I thought I’d drop in,” I replied merrily.

“You’re such a dufus!” she said with a grin. “Why are you really here?”

I took her over to the radar and showed her all the traffic around us and explained it was because we were passing between Greece and Crete. Then I showed her the upcoming course changes. I showed her the forecast for the winds and how they would soon change as we passed the Greek peninsula and entered the Ionian Sea.

“So if you want, you can go back to bed since I’m going to be here all night,” I explained.

“But what will dad say?”

“I’m the skipper tonight and he probably would agree with me if he knew.”

“Can I just stay up here with you?” she asked. “I’ll not get in your way.”

Fleur still had on her cropped top that just barely covered her nipples, leaving the bottom part of her breasts fully exposed. And sometimes, when she moved a certain way, her nipples became exposed as well. I’ll say this, her momma certainly knew how to dress her daughters to excite a man.

Fleur was the middle daughter. The one that psychologists say are often overlooked. That she was smart and studious by nature was obvious when she began talking about going to college. Pre-med if she could get it. With an eye on becoming a medical researcher. I also discovered that she loved to cook. Or should I say bake, because she loved to make French pastries and breads.

She was also the only one of the daughters with a boyfriend, which made her off limits to me. This seemed to upset her until we cleared up the fact that she had a best friend who was a guy who preferred other guys. So he was a boy who was a friend, but not a boyfriend.

“I’ve never been with a boy, but James and I checked each other out once,” she told me. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I can’t seem to find the right guy.”

Instinctively, I knew where this conversation was headed and I tried to decide if I wanted to head it off. But apparently, Fleur was looking for a learning experience, not a lifetime commitment, so I decided to play along. Having already described her sisters, you know what she looks like. The only difference is that her hair is longer and straighter, and she has a small birthmark right where her left leg meets her pussy.

For some reason, her cropped t-shirt made it harder for me not to stare at her breasts while we talked. Finally, as I was showing her the blips on the radar, she mashed her boobs against my arm.

“I take it that you’re not really interested in the radar tonight,” I said.

“When you stare at my boobs, my head starts to hurt, my heart starts beating funny, my palms get sweaty and I get this ache in my vagina,” she said thrusting her hips forward like I can see the ache in her vagina.

“Oh, is that all?” I said.

“Is that all?” she repeated. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“And when did all these symptoms start?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she whined. “Yesterday, I think.”

“I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure you have a severe case of the hornys.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Then my words hit her and her eyes got wide. “You think I want to have sex?” she asked.

“I don’t know if YOU want to have sex, but I’d say that your body wants to,” I told the shocked girl.

“I think I’m going to leave now,” she said as she headed for the stairs. I just chuckled as she disappeared.

Thirty minutes later, I was getting ready to make the next course change when she came back.

“I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even lie still. I tried rubbing my puppy, but even that didn’t do it,” she cried. “What am I going to do?”

“Your puppy?” I asked. “Really?”

“Quit that!” she said as she slapped my arm. “That’s what momma taught us to call our private parts. She said it sounded better than pussy.”

“Let me make this course change and then I’ll see if I can’t help you with your problem.”

Fleur clung to my arm, mashing her breasts against my arm the whole time I was making the adjustments to our course. When I was satisfied that it was right, I made a quick tour of the sails and the instrument panel and then led her to the big captain’s chair.

“In order for this to work, I need you to kiss me,” I told her. “The better you kiss me, the faster and easier the cure will be,” I explained.

She proceeded to lay a lip lock on me that would have thawed out an igloo in winter. Finally, I broke our kiss and pushed her down into the big captain’s chair. Then dropping to my knees, I began to tenderly kiss all around her swollen puppy lips. Fleur cringed as the shock of what I was doing sent shivers through her young body. Then she grabbed my head and held on for dear life as she pushed my face tighter against her puppy.