Episode 115: JOLLY ROGER

9:30 AM. Nashville Marina on the Cumberland River, an absolutely beautiful morning.

“There’s Roger’s truck so I know I’m at the right place.”

Piper Cherry navigated the parking area while avoiding boats being backed in by sportsmen ready to enjoy the weekend. Finding a spot to park toward the head of the lot she shut her engine off and spaced out for a moment. “Not enough sleep after the game last night. I have to wake up!” A couple pats to her face on both sides she grabbed her coffee cup and gulped it until gone. “Caffeine do your job. God, I have a long day today and I swore Roger, I would make it a day to remember. I can’t let him down.” Cell poised before her she called Roger awaiting his answer. Yawn preempted!

“I saw you when you backed up, I was sitting in my truck to greet you.” She became bubbly. Well done, Folgers!

“Good morning Jolly Roger.”

“I heard you had a rough night?”

“Hopefully rougher tonight.” She chuckled, “Yes ... what did you hear and who told you?”

“Orgy after the game on the football field? Nice!”

“So much fun. So much more than that.”

“Yet you didn’t want me to come to the game. I feel cheated.”

“You are the one who changed your mind Mister Clean.” It was true he did decline in favor of cleaning up his boat before her arrival today, “Don’t feel neglected, I’m your slave all night long Cap’n. But yes, I suppose I just didn’t want you to distract me. That’s why I had the cheerleaders treat you during detention before the game. My way of making up for holding you back. Are you mad at me?”

“Never ever! We’re not anything serious, just two sluts on a mission.”

“Thank you, Roger. You know I will always play with you. To be honest I really did intend to not have sex before our date today, but I just couldn’t help it.”

“Hey, I had you twice this week already. I can’t hog your holes every second.” He chuckled, “You shouldn’t deny your needs Piper. I’m fine trust me.”

“Good! I only slept three hours so do whatever you have to in keeping me energetic.”

“Holding you to that anything Counsellor.”

“ANYTHING!”

“I heard you the first time. You wear that skull and crossbones bikini you said you had?”

“I did! Me and Boner get along well.”

“Bring a dress for tonight?”

“Yep! Most revealing you’ve seen on me yet. When I wear it that is.”

“Alright! Grab your bag and head my way. I’ll meet you at my tailgate.”

“On my way Captain Dundee.” Signing off she put her cell in her bag with her evening dress and suntan lotion, items she might need like her monster dildo Growdan in case he wanted to use it on her. Now that she had finally rescued her toy from the dishwasher. Thong sandals were in fashion this morning, stiletto heels hidden in her bag for later. Not truly dance shoes but she was a Mistress of navigation when it came to stripper heels. “Ready or so fucking ready, here I cum.” It was such a beautiful morning and she only added to it.

Locking up her Ford Edge she shuffled along behind car after car. Roger was indeed sitting on his tailgate in shorts and tennis shoes. No shirt on however to show off his muscular physique, ballcap atop his head and sunglasses. He recorded her runway travels from the distance making her aim for a sexier walk than she had intended.

In the background without her noticing, quite a few gents stopped their backing up of boats which were still on their trailer frames just to take in her backside. Her Buccini as she called it after a Buccaneer was a micro string, so it was all bare ass sinking deep into her harbor. Secretive unless watching her walk toward you the front patch over her pussy had a skull with a wide-open jawline that hid zero labia below, what labia did peek out was as if the skull had a tongue and razzing the world. This was a purchase long ago when she and her ex-husband went to Cabo. That opened jaw was meant to not only invite a lover into skull fuck her but simply just to fuck her without taking it off. Her extremely narrow labia however hard to see unless up close and personable.

Her top covered more territory encasing her 38C’s like black sails with a pirate ship underwire, each step would likely make any landlubbers seasick in a good way, her breasts bobbing about on her High C’s. The strings holding the top on crossed her back like crossbones of ivory. Amid her lofty sails were nipples that defied the seven seas. For now!

“Looks to me like you’re putting together a new crew First Mate Cherry.” Roger nodded at a cluster of men viewing her. Some of their girlfriends acting jealous one minute then drooling themselves the next.

Twisting in step to see her dock workers she waved and shook her tits at them. The response became whistling wind and howling seize, women mimicking Piper just for laughs while waving back. She was a hit as always. With more and more cars, trucks, and boats showing up she scurried out of the way and threw her bag on the tailgate. Before Roger could react outside of standing up and resting his cell on the truck bed she jumped him, arms around his neck and locating his lips. Good thing his ballcap was on backwards or he might have lost it.

Hands all over one another their public display of affection was met with more praise. Sensing her adrenalin Roger recalled her making it perfectly clear that he should always show her off. Sweltering kiss or not his hands reached around her back and untied her top. Now traffic was halting be it tires or on foot. All eyes, a good fourteen voyeurs welcomed Roger’s devious antics. Once untied and cups loosened, he brought his hands up between their bodies and slipped them under her sails. Palms on her tiny island nips he squeezed them for all to witness. His actions made her steal his soul and his breath by amplifying their lip lock.

A sudden chant was heard out of all things the females ready to party on the river. College kids full of Spring Break angst carried over by a few months. “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!” They didn’t really expect Roger to, but it was funny trying. To their shock and a whole lot of guys exhaling “Whoa!”, Roger released one breast and pulled the ships free of drydock and cast the sails behind him. Back to palming her, their kiss had every girl there hugging their men, knowing this kind of show was definitely going to turn them on to the point of an orgy on the water. A few even went so far as to grip the crotches of their trunks and started rubbing. Grins all around!

Finally, Roger removed his hands and relocated them to Piper’s ass and lifted her up off her sandals and slightly over his head, so she had to kiss him with his neck tilted back. All in to win Buckaroo! Hearing honks from incoming traffic the voyeurs were forced to finish their jobs in getting their boats in the water. Show was only over for them. Newcomers arriving, were less youthful and ready to get in some fishing. One said gent walked up to Roger and cleared his throat as if objecting, but not.

“Looks like the fish are biting. Haul in a Hermaid?”

Laughing mid kiss Roger peeled away and stood Piper back on to her feet. “Gotta have the right kind of bait Harvey.” Piper clung to Roger’s chest; she had of course seen him without his shirt before, but she was still mesmerized by his muscles. He was chiseled and she was caressing every contour without acknowledging this Harvey fellow.

“Piper this is Harv. Harv ... Piper! He’s the Dock Manager. She’s a Counsellor at Horton-Dexter.”

“Hi Harv.” She spoke without looking, her eyes lost in Roger’s chest.

“Mornin’ young lady. For the record this is a clothing enforced area. What you do on the dick ... I mean dock is at my discretion.”

“Should she put her top back on?” Rog winked at him.

“Course not! Lose the bottoms for all I care. Until someone reports ya. You know I’m good Dundee. Hell, more and more gals are showing off these days and I sure don’t catch grief.”

“Yep! Just wanted to muse over Piper’s reaction. No kids around I figure we’re good.”

“Yet! Just watch your sex ... six!” The older man chuckled. “Open water, open mind, I say!”

“That’s the plan Harv.” He nodded then gently brought Piper to him in a tighter embrace. Closely inspecting her eyes trying to lure them away from his chest he met with no success. “You done dragging my waters yet.”

“Nope!” She went right back to exploring his six-pack abs. “Lost at sea, Cap’n does Crunches!”

“Cute couple!” Harv smirked, “See ya out there maybe.”

“I’ll be heading for the backwaters. Little more privacy and out of the way of any barges coming through.”

“Those college kids I just nudged along might head that way too. Best get a head start if you want prime sealistate.”

“Right! Thanks, Harv.”

“Nice meetin’ ya, Counsellor.”

“You too Harv.” She sighed then shook her head, “OH MY GOD! I can’t stop studying your chest. I’ve seen it but it’s like seeing it again for the first time. I knew you were buff but ... FUCK ME!”

“You know I will.”

“All fucking day Sci Guy!”

“Let’s get going. He’s right if we don’t stake a claim out there, we won’t be able to relax for all the traffic. I got your bag ... and your top.” He stuffed her bikini in the bag and pocketed his cell. Tailgate up she smiled at roaming free topless.

“Full steam ahead Jolly Roger.”

“Yes, they are.” He winked at her poised nipples.

“Better than a compass?”

“Best compASS in Nashville! Any direction we go, I’m right behind ya.”

“Well seeing as I don’t know where I’m going even with these compass needles following seagulls, I think I’ll be right behind you instead.”

“Beside!”

He took her hand and led the way but evened it out. Moving toward the actual boat docks all eyes were glued to them. She felt adored, and strangely loved Roger’s companionship with or without sex of any kind. He was a gentleman, he was built, he had charm, he had an open mind. Everything she looked for in a date. Still not ready for more! Her marriage nailed that coffin and tossed it overboard. Open mind on her part meant free spirit. Where the West wind blows!

Following a sidewalk down toward the actual boat docks meant passing those earlier college students. Smiling brightly and proud of her body, as well as Roger’s, Piper waved again and played with her nipples just to rally more attention. Roger noticing her teasing simply shook his head and pondered reality, “She just can’t help herself. I probably should have removed her entire bikini. Then again, what’s left could technically be enough for an eye patch. As long as she’s happy she’s going to make me happy.” Count on that Dundee!

River’s edge they crossed over on to a wooden dock that led out to well over a hundred boats tied up and awaiting their owners return someday. Small boats up front grew in size the further they walked that ever lengthy gang plank. “Where’s your boat?” She questioned Roger.

“Take a guess.” He chuckled, “Obviously it’s somewhere between us and the far end.”

“Well, you did say it was a houseboat, so I presume it looks like a house?”

“Close enough. I’ll give you a clue, it’s 538 square feet with a sun deck roof. That should narrow it down about forty boats.”

“That big white one?”

“It’s not a yacht.” He chuckled.

“I could buy it.” She giggled. “Want an upgrade?”

“Nice to know you’d blow your money on me but thanks I’m happy with Matilda.”

“Matilda? Boat’s name or some secret girlfriend?”

“We named it after my mom. God rest her soul! You can’t see the name from here but it’s on the bow and the stern.”

“Oh great! Your mom is going to watch us rechristen the boat to the Horton-Dexter II, home school addition!”

“Ha! Ha! Fine we’re coming up on her now.” He holds her hand but drags her arm along in pointing it out.

“All glass? You must know my no curtains or blinds rule in my house.”

“There’s blinds they’re just rolled up above the glass. Notice something else?”

“Fireplace on the back deck? Ohhhhhh! Full size bed up top and outdoors? Mmmmm!”

“I figure we can pop open some champagne and sunbathe on the roof once I get us out to our anchoring hole. I know these waters like the back of my hand.” Reaching the boat Piper notes the bow saying Matilda.

“Hi mom!” She giggled.

“Nothing breakable in here is there?” He lifts her bag.

“Just my cellphone. Whip it!” He laughed at her sway then pitched her bag over the boat’s fly deck. “Ooo! A sliding board from the roof.”

“Yep! In case we go swimming.”

“Is it safe to swim in the backwaters?”

“Life preservers we’ll be good! Not much undertow out there due to the tree line cutting off a lot of the forceful current. So, I’ll do the sweeping away from here.” He picks her up in his arms as if carrying a bride across the threshold then steps on to the boat before resting her back down.

“Awww!” She beamed then told Matilda, “Don’t get any ideas mom. Notice I’m not wearing any veil, nor a dress, nor a garter belt.”

“Relax I just felt like charming your bottoms off.”

“Oh! In that case.” She unties them and drags Rathbone up between her legs and hands them to him. “Here! Run this and my top up your flagpole.”

“Planned on that actually. Have a look around while I hook these up and wave ‘em proudly.” He digs into her bag for the bikini top then heads up a staircase to the roof. Watching him climb then disappear she opens a pair of French doors and steps inside.

“Living room, kitchen with a full fridge, sink even. Very nice!” Exploration continuing, she discovers private quarters, “Bedroom with a queen. Empty bedroom slash storage next door. Closet space basically. The bed outside must have come from here. Tiny bath but with a shower. As big as Roger is how he fits in that stall is anybody’s guess. I couldn’t live in anything this Tiny Houseboat Nation.”

Moving on she finds the generator, water heater, and furnace. “All the comforts of home. Must be horrible in the wintertime.” A door on the other end leads to the steering deck, his wheel a metal version of an old seafaring wheel but instead of the multiple handle grips sticking out the sides she found specially made naked women each dancing in a different pose. “Ooo! There’s an interesting birthday gift idea. I’ll have one made that looks like me. Then again, I wonder if these ladies are symbolizing notches on his belt?” She was having fun admiring each naked lady.

“My brother’s idea.” He spooked her dropping down from the rooftop using a dangling bar which he performed chin ups on each day he was out here. Doing three before ending his tease he drops to the deck and joins her at the wheel. “Wanna do the driving?”

“Oh no! I’d sideswipe every boat here on the way out. Besides, I prefer a man who likes doing the driving ... diving.” A grip on his crotch told him exactly what she meant. “Flag at full mast?” She increased her grip and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Yep! Go grab your bag and bring it inside I’ll untie us and get this showboat on the road.”

“ThEye ThEye Cap’n!” She salutes him winking one eye then the other and abandons his tented erection. Her ass worth the pause to watch as she headed for the back of the boat he grinned with a hint of content. He liked this girl. Possibly too much, but he would reel it in just to keep things cool between them. If she ever let on, she might want more though...

“Don’t get your hopes up Ma!” Tilda was still smiling down at her son.

Untying his launch on four posts he headed back inside the wheel room and fired the engine up. Well maintained as a hobby it purred like a kitten until revved. As she rejoined him to hug him from behind, her chest crushing into his back she sighed with her own relaxed tone. He could actually sense her contentment. Maybe she did like him more than she admitted. Puckering as he set the boat in motion, he pondered that maybe there was a brewing emotion hiding within them both. Fidgeting, he knew that it had only been two weeks since meeting, so it was likely just a creature comfort over any true feelings. Still, she was inhaling his scent.