Chapter 8: Eileen

After a quick nap. I showered and headed up to the galley for a bite to eat. Since it was just past 9:00pm, I had planned to head up to the fly bridge and check on Hiromi. But Walter and Eileen just happened to enter the salon at that moment.

“Hello, Daniel,” Walter said.

“Good evening, Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson,” I replied.

“None of that, young man. My name is Walt, and this is Eileen,” Walt insisted. “After all, you saved our lives.”

“Okay, good evening, Walt and Eileen,” I said modifying my salutation to please them. “How are you enjoying our little catamaran?”

At the mention of the yacht, Walt was off on an excited discourse about the yacht and all its advantages over a mono hull. Eileen finally rolled her eyes and interrupted Walt.

“Honey, I’m sure Daniel knows all about the differences and I’m tired of talking about yachts. Why don’t we do what we talked about earlier?” she suggested.

“Well, okay ... I guess. But I need to find Alfred and find out if we can go ashore when we get to Funchal. You go ahead,” he said. Then kissing his wife on the cheek, he headed for the flying bridge.

On a 24 meter by 12 meter catamaran (80’ x 39’), there is not a lot of space for fifteen people to hide, so it’s not difficult to know where almost every person was at any given moment. All you had to do was stand in the middle of the galley and listen and observe for a minute. Then using a bit of intuitive logic, you should know where everyone was.

Eileen was sitting next to me at the dining table in the salon. Walt had just gone to the flying bridge to speak to Captain Alfred, also on the bridge, along with Hiromi who was still on watch. Henri and Phillipe were on the other side of the salon playing a video game.

Since it was too early for bed, Roland and Carina were probably on the flying bridge having a nightcap. And since the galley was clean, Archara was probably with them.

And since it was too cold to be outside on the bow or aft deck, that meant that Mischa, Maura, Anna, Charlotte, and Vivienne were either on the bridge or in their cabins. And since the cabins would be awfully cozy for five girls, my best guess was that Maura was on the bridge with her sister awaiting her watch. And the other four were paired up in their cabins.

See, not hard when you think it through. The next question was how to extract myself from the attention of one of the adults and where I should go. Probably the bridge as I didn’t want to think about what the girls might be doing in their cabins. I wasn’t into make-up or painting nails.

“Daniel, would you mind coming with me to our cabin for a moment,” she asked and then without waiting for an answer, she headed for the rear-port stairway.

Just like the rear-starboard stairs where I first had a room, the rear-port stairs only led to a single cabin. And due to the design of the hulls, this cabin, like mine, was smaller than the rest. But one difference was that it lacked the extra storage area in the hall. However, it did have a large queen-sized bed.

When I followed her in, she waved me towards the bed and quietly closed the door. We were now about as far away and isolated from everyone else on the ship as it was possible to be. And with the door closed, most of the sounds would be muffled as well.

She reached over and pulled two pair of padded handcuffs from under her pillow and proceeded to fasten one on each wrist. Where they came from, I had no idea. I did know for sure that they came on board without a single piece of luggage. Not even a purse or bag between them. I decided that they must belong to Archara and certain erotic images immediately leapt to mind.

But back to Eileen.

She was tall, coming to just under my chin and she was thin. Although the proper terminology might be ‘slender’. She had dark blond (I think they call it ‘dirty blond’) hair that didn’t quite reach her shoulders. Her face was thin as well, with brown eyes that had flecks of gold in them and ears that were so small they bordered on non-existent. But they were as cute as a button on her.

Her nose was not soft, but more angular, and combined with her thin lips gave her an almost witchy look when she frowned. But Eileen was one of the first women I had ever met that could smile with her eyes. Whenever her lips curved up in a smile, the muscles in her face lifted around her eyes as well, giving her one of the most dazzling smiles I’d ever seen.

Next to Anna’s, Eileen’s were the smallest breasts on the yacht. In fact, I would bet that I could suck an entire breast into my mouth. I had heard guys back at school refer to ‘torpedo’ boobs. That was boobs that looked like miniature torpedoes. Long, round tubes, if you will. Only Eileen’s weren’t all that long. And the gap between her breasts was so noticeably wide, she could have had a third boob without overcrowding.

Another interesting point of notice was the gap where her long slender legs connected to her body; you know, right at her pussy. Well, that gap was as wide as the flat area between her breasts. It looked wide enough for me to cover her pussy with my hand even with her legs closed. And I have got to tell you, that once I noticed it, it was sexy as hell!

Also, the hair that covered her pussy was thin and sparse and traveled in what stock traders called a ‘rising wedge’. That is, as it went higher up her body from her pussy, it got narrower and narrower until it kind of spiked just below her belly button. And it was sparse enough as to be almost invisible without being close and in the right light.

She had waited patiently while I completed my inspection, then suddenly she shook her wrists and the cuffs jangled. This truly was outside the realm of my experience. What to do? What to do?

“Daniel? My husband and I wanted to thank you for saving our lives and the lives of our daughters and give you a gift that would appropriately express our appreciation for your efforts,” she said, beginning her well-rehearsed speech.

“Eileen, your friendship and the grace of your company are more than adequate for my needs,” I replied, trying to be as elegant as she had been.

She paused and looked at me for a long moment. I could almost sense the calculations going through her mind while I waited her out.

“Why do I get the feeling that you are turning me away?” she asked. I could see the reflection of light in the tears that were forming in the corner of her eyes.

“Am I too old and ugly to attract a young man such as yourself?” she asked as she looked to the floor.

Her question caught me by surprise. It also pissed me off some, so I paused and drew in a deep breath as I considered what to do. Again, it was my instincts that saved me as I suddenly had a hunch.

I quickly reached out and grabbed one of the cuffs and then turning her around, I cuffed it to the other one, behind her back. Then I picked her up and dropped her face down on the bed.

Crack! The sound of my hand striking her naked ass resonated off the narrow walls in the small cabin.

“How dare you pull that old line on me!” I said angrily.

“But ... but...” she sputtered.

“Eileen, you could never be too old or too ugly to fail to capture my attention. What you have failed to do is capture my heart. I don’t like to just fuck, and I abhor being fucked. Or being fucked over. I like to make love. And in order to make love, you have to at least ‘like’ somebody. And to like somebody, you have to get to know them and share yourself with them. Otherwise, it’s just sex and my hand is quicker and more efficient.”

“Oh, no!” she cried. “I’m sooo sorry.”

“Don’t be. You don’t have to agree with me. But you do have to agree that it would have been simpler if we had talked a while first.”

“Yes, I suppose it would,” she said with a sigh. “But I don’t see what we have to talk about. I’m at least twenty years older than you.”

“What? How can you even say that? There is so much that we could talk about! From the mundane to the erotic. Why, there is so much that you already know that I want to know, we could talk all the way to Florida and not cover a fraction of it!” I told her. She could hear the obvious passion in my voice.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like where you were born and what it was like for you growing up. Like how you met Walt and what adventures you all have shared together. I know about the yacht sinking, but I know nothing else about you. Heck, we could even talk about having babies or being a momma!”

“Oh, my!” she said breathlessly.

I dropped my hand to her ass to see if I had hurt her. Then my hand began to glow silvery/white as I started to gently soothe her reddened ass cheek.

“Tell me, Eileen. When did you lose your virginity?”

“What!” she cried. “Nooo! Not that!” So, I slapped her bottom again.

Crack!

“No! No! I’ll tell! Please don’t spank me anymore,” she cried. But I noticed the change in her tone and took a quick glance down between her legs. The sparse hair on her pussy was glistening like a fresh mown lawn in the early morning dew.

“Tell me, Eileen!” I commanded again.

“It ... it was the summer I turned fourteen and mom and I were spending part of the summer at my Uncle Bert’s farm in Central Florida. And it was hot! We had been cleaning out the stables that morning and had gotten filthy dirty in addition to being hot.

“My two cousins, who were twin boys the same age as me, talked me into taking off our clothes and jumping in the stock tank. Well, needless to say, we got the water filthy and made it useless for watering the stock...” she drifted away in her thoughts.

“And then what happened?” I asked as I squeezed her ass.

She still hadn’t looked at me yet. But she continued her story.

“My uncle was, of course, furious. He snatched all three of us out of the stock tank and made us stand there, dripping wet and totally naked, while he fussed and ranted. Of course, my mom and aunt showed up and fussed at us some more. But Uncle Burt wouldn’t let us leave.”

“Then what happened?” I asked when she paused.

“Uncle Burt told us that we were going to stand there and watch while he cleaned up this mess. That way we’d know why he was so angry.”

“Go on...” I told her.

“Our moms finally went back to the house and either Benny or Billy got the clever idea that they could just sneak away when he had his back turned. Fourteen-year-olds can be so stupid! You know?”

I just nodded my head.

“Of course, they didn’t get ten steps before my uncle saw them and grabbed his shotgun and fired it in the air. They stopped on a dime and came back to stand beside me at the tank.

“I can’t trust you idiots anywhere, can I?” he screamed at us. And then he led us over to the fence around the corral and made us kneel. And then tied us to the bottom rail. You talk about embarrassing! Of course, our moms and even one of the neighbors had come running when Uncle Bert fired his shotgun, so everyone could see us on our knees with our hands tied to the rail and our asses sticking up in the air.”

“I’m sure that was embarrassing for you, being the only girl and your private parts sticking up for all the menfolk to see. Tell me something, were your little boobies hanging down too? Did it make your nipples stiff and begging to be touched?” I asked her.

I had kept an eye on her pussy and witnessed it becoming saturated the more she remembered, so I decided to help her along a little. I’m not sure where the words came from. Instinct, I supposed.

“How long did he stand behind you, staring at your naked pussy?” I asked.

She never answered, but just shivered as she continued with her story.

“When Aunt Betty called Uncle Bert for supper, I thought he would let us loose. I was tired, dirty, and my back was aching and...”

“ ... and your pussy was leaking like a sieve!” I interrupted to add to her story.

Eileen finally twisted her head around and looked at me as if to say, ‘How did you know’?

I just grinned at her.

“Anyway, with everyone up at the house eating supper, one of the twins finally worked himself loose and then helped his brother. Then they both started teasing me about still being tied to the fence. I think it was Billy that actually touched me first, rubbing me between my legs.”

“And you liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Then he pulled out his hand and showed his brother how wet it was. Then they both started laughing, except this time, it sounded really mean. The next thing I know, Billy was on his knees behind me and trying to put his boy thing into my pussy. When he finally got it in, it hurt like the dickens, and I started jerking and twisting. I was afraid to shout too loud because I was afraid of what my mom and aunt and uncle would do to me. And then I felt a hot liquid hit my pussy lips and run down my leg.”

“So, he just came all over your ass?” Again, she ignored me and went on with her story. I’m not sure she consciously even heard me.

“Benny then pushed Billy aside and yelled ‘my turn’ and then slid his boy cock all the way inside my pussy. Of course, it was still hurting a little from what Billy had done, but I noticed that soon, it actually started to feel good. Then I felt Benny pull all the way out and spray his boy juice all over my back.

They finally released me, and I threatened to kill them, but they helped me wipe off their cum and then we all went back and knelt by the fence and tried to tie ourselves back because we were afraid of what Uncle Bert would do to us if he found us loose.”

“ ... Interesting!” I mused.

“Yeah. But I got even.”

I raised my eyebrows at her...

“When they came to my house later that summer, I mixed a couple of mom’s sleeping pills in their iced tea. After they fell asleep, my girlfriend came over and we took off their clothes and slipped a couple of pairs of my girlfriend’s oldest panties on them with their dicks hanging out and put them in the same bed holding each other’s cocks. Then I took a few dozen pictures with my polaroid swinger. I left a couple of pictures beside them on the bed and gave the rest to my girlfriend to save for me.

“The next morning, I heard them howling and talking about getting even, so I threw the three empty film cartridges at them and said, “There’s more pictures. If you ever say a word about this summer at your house, I’ll send every last one of the rest of the pictures to all your friends at school!”

“Bravo!” I clapped. “Well played!” Then I turned her on her side facing me. “Remind me to never make you mad at me.”

“You want to know something funny?” she asked. “I ran into my girlfriend at our twentieth high school reunion last year and she gave the pack of pictures back to me.”