Chapter 8
Riding the Wave
We gave Captain Youssef a good send off. I cooked his favorite maqluba—a Palestinian dish of meat, rice and vegetables. I also made knafeh, a sweet dessert made of cheese, pastry dough and syrup. I had never cooked those meals before, but I did my research. Captain Youssef was very appreciative and even asked for a second serving of the rice dish. I was going to miss watching the sunrise with the captain.
The crew chatted animatedly about anything under the sun. Kathleen turned on some dance music, and so we danced. Paul and Zofia, however, were only dancing with each other. Kathleen diverted my attention to the two of them.
“Looks like they’re having a grand time,” I commented.
“They look so cute together,” Kathleen pointed out.
“Romance is in the air,” I said.
After dancing, we went to the upper deck to enjoy the night sea breeze. The moonlight was bright. The girls had their wine while I only had my sparkling flavored water with me. Captain Youssef stood in front of the stern rail and rested his elbow on it. I stood next to him.
“I’m glad you’re seeing your family again, Captain.”
“I know. I can’t wait to see my wife and kids. They’ll be glad to see me.”
“It must be a tough life, being a sea captain.”
“Indeed, it is. But I keep in touch with them a lot. It’s been better with the internet. Much harder twenty years ago, of course. I’ve created a comfortable life for my family. That’s the trade off.”
“Are you retiring soon?” I asked.
“Yes, I am. In the next one or two years. But my wife had gone with me on some of my charters. I haven’t been that lonely all these years. I’ve worked in bigger vessels too. I just prefer these smaller yachts. Much easier to maneuver and a lot less stressful than handling a tanker, a cruise ship, or even a cargo vessel.”
I marveled at Captain Youssef’s breadth of experience. “Wow, you’ve been around.”
“Yes, I’ve only started doing this luxury yacht charters for three years. I enjoy it.
“I enjoy it too. I’m going to miss you, Captain. I hope to see you again soon.”
“You surely will.”
Our last charter with Captain Youssef went on without a hitch. I was getting used to living and working in a small vessel. Long gone were the days of seasickness. I was getting used to living life on water. But at the end of the charter, I still longed to touch land. It somehow grounded me.
We docked in Grenada and bid Captain Youssef farewell. We had five days of downtime this time. The girls and Paul were thinking of traveling to the neighboring islands—St. Vincent and the Grenadines. They had invited me to join them, but I declined. I wanted to spend more time with Julian on the island.
Julian picked me up with his red Jeep at the dock. As usual, he was wearing a buttoned-down shirt and shorts. As soon as I got in his Jeep, he touched my pussy.
“You’ll be on the island for five days? Are you sure you can handle being with me for five days straight?” He smiled.
“Maybe,” I replied coyly.
“You’re going to have a wild ride, Harper.”
“Let’s see.”
He turned on the engine, revved it, and drove faster than usual. He turned on the music, playing rock music this time. He grabbed my left hand, guiding me to touch his penis, which he pulled out.
“I want you to stroke me,” he commanded.
I stroked his penis, which was getting harder and harder the more I stroked it.
“That feels so good, Harper. Now suck my dick.”
I was hesitant. We were speeding, and I was afraid to unbuckle my seatbelt. A part of me was screaming not to do this, but I shut off that part of me. This was the new me. The new Harper was bold, adventurous, and she would do risky things. The old Harper was long gone.
“Don’t be scared. It’s safe. I’ll slow down.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt, so I could lean over and suck on his dick. He lifted his right hand so I could get closer. At this point, his cock was taut and vertical.
“Hmmm, that feels good.” I sucked at the tip of his penis. It was hard for his huge dick to fit my mouth. But I managed to put half of it inside my mouth as I sucked him good.
As soon as we parked in his driveway, Julian turned off the engine and completely pulled his shorts and his boxers down. His shirt followed.
“Have you ever had sex inside a car before?” Julian looked at me intensely.
“No. Never.”
He pushed the driver’s seat back. “This may be your lucky day. Now you get to ride me on top.”
I was wearing a dress. I removed my underwear, and even with the tight space, I somehow maneuvered myself to be on top of him. My chest heaved, and Julian’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me, and then at my breasts.
Julian squeezed my breasts with his hands, pinching my nipples with his fingers, which made me arch back in delight. He knew exactly where to touch me. He then stroked my labia, making me wet. I wasn’t just wet; I was oozing.
Julian was breathing heavily now. “I love it when you’re wet like this.”
By then, his penis was so hard it bent towards his stomach. I grabbed his penis and aligned it with my pussy, so he could penetrate me. I loved being on top of him; I could see his muscular chest and his toned abs.
I lowered myself on his cock. His size hurt me at first, but it was a different kind of pain. A pleasurable pain. I bounced up and down his dick. I was so slick it was so easy to pump him. I loved how I was in control now.
“Do you like my dick?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I said faintly.
“Good, because you’re going to have a lot of it.”
“Yes, please.”
His dick was so long, I could feel him deep inside of me. I started moaning in ecstasy. Julian closed his eyes; he was enjoying it. I closed my eyes too and focused on the pleasure center inside my pussy. I picked up the pace, up and down on top of him, until I climaxed and screamed in pleasure. I collapsed on his chest, panting.
“Oh, Harper, Harper. Now, it’s my turn. Let’s take this outside.” Julian opened the driver’s door.
I dismounted Julian’s penis and got out of his Jeep. He opened the window before getting out. I felt his hands on my waist as he closed the door and then gently pushed me against it. With the window open, I could rest my elbow on the side of the door. I knew that he was going to fuck me from behind. I spread my legs wide and bent down.
Julian’s hands were on my stomach as he braced himself. And when he entered me, I moaned in pleasure. His cock was still hard and thick. He pumped me slowly at first, and then he picked up the pace, pumping me faster and faster. I had just had an orgasm, but I couldn’t believe how fast he was making me come again.
“Harper, you’re so wet and tight. You’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”
At this point, I couldn’t even catch my breath; I was just making noise. “Julian…” was all I could mutter. My entire body was shaking in delight. My eyes were rolling upwards in pleasure. He felt so good inside of me. I didn’t want it to end.
After a few more quick thrusts and strokes, Julian came. I could feel his cum inside me. As he pressed his body on my back. He was sweating and breathing hard.
“Let’s go inside.”
We picked up our clothes and went inside his villa. We went to the kitchen, still naked, and grabbed a drink. Julian wiped his sweat with his shirt.
“That was amazing, Julian. Sex with you is amazing.”
He grabbed two bottles of beer inside his fridge and opened them with a bottle opener. He handed me one.
I gulped it down. I was thirsty, and the beer tasted good.
“Harper, Harper. I could fuck you all night and all day until your pussy becomes raw. You’re so goddamn tight.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. Your dick is so huge.” I stepped closer to him and touched his penis.
“Don’t start with that again. Otherwise, we’ll never make it to the bedroom. It only takes a few minutes for me to get it back up again.”
Julian wasn’t lying. After less than ten minutes, he was good to go for another round.
“Let’s eat first. I’m famished,” I suggested.
“Yes, we need fuel for our fuckfest. I’m already thinking of several ways and positions to fuck you.”
“You have ready access to me for five days.”
“And five days may not be enough.” He grinned.
Julian had some leftovers in the fridge. It was leftover stir-fried chicken that he made last night. He heated it in a pan, which I appreciated. Sometimes, heating food in the microwave would wilt the vegetables too much, and it would turn mushy.
Julian was stirring the pan, naked. I could see his well-toned back, his buttocks, and his calves. He seemed to have noticed I was ogling him because he turned around.
“Are you checking me out?”
“Was that obvious?” I laughed.
“Now that you’re doing it to me, I’m going to do it to you.” He walked towards me and grabbed my buttocks.
I looked down at his penis, he was already hard.
“I told you I don’t take too long to get ready. But you’re right. We must eat first.” He went back to turn the burner off. “But the food is still hot, let’s let it cool down. In the meantime, we can play around.”
He pushed me towards the sink and placed his hand on my back, gently pressed my torso down. I spread my legs, ready to receive him. With his hands on my waist, he pumped me hard, and I yelped a bit. He was rougher than before, which made me come almost instantly. He came inside of me. When he was done, he turned me around and kissed me passionately on the lips and the neck. I could feel his cum, trickling out from my pussy.
The food was cool enough for us to eat, so Julian served it on a plate. We were still standing by the kitchen counter. He grabbed a fork and asked me to open my mouth.
“I’ve never been fed before by a man,” I told him.
“So many firsts for you, Harper. I’m glad I’m your first.”
I opened my mouth. His food tasted good. It had the right seasoning and was just right on flavor. With training, he could become a really great cook.
“Your food is really tasty.” He fed me another forkful of the stir-fry.
“Have you tried anal before?” he asked.
I stopped chewing my food. “No, I have not. To be honest, you’re only the third guy I’ve been in bed with.”
“I can tell. That’s why I love your pussy. I want to stretch it more. Now, I want to fuck you in your asshole.”
I gulped. I was starting to feel nervous. “I’m afraid. Will it hurt?”
“It may hurt. But the more you do it with me, you’ll get used to it and will love it.” He picked up a piece of chicken with his hand and fed me. the chicken was tender and flavorful.
“I trust you, Julian.”
“Good, because I’ll fuck your ass tonight.”
After dinner, Julian and I showered together. When we stepped out of the shower, he got something from under his bathroom sink cabinet. It was a plastic bottle with a long, slender tube. The bottle looked too much like a squeeze bottle with clear liquid inside.
“Use this.”
“What is this?” I was perplexed.
“It’s an enema bottle with a solution inside. You use it to clear yourself so we can have clean anal sex. I’ll give you thirty minutes. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.”
I sat down on the toilet seat, still nervous about the anal sex. I googled how to use an enema bottle. After watching the videos, I did it on myself. Julian was right, it took almost thirty minutes to clear myself out. It felt strange, and I was apprehensive about going through with this.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Julian was sitting at the edge of the bed, naked and manspreading himself. He was holding a silk scarf. A part of me was aroused but also nervous about what he would do.
“Are you ready?” He was holding the scarf in between his hands.
“Are you tying me up?” I said nervously.
“Yes, but I promise to be gentle. You’ll love it. In fact, you may beg for it.”
He told me to get into the middle of the bed on my stomach. I did what I was told. Then he told me to put my hands together behind my back. He tied them with the scarf. It was snug, and he made sure I couldn’t get out of it.
I was starting to breathe heavily. I didn’t know what he was going to do next. Then he started rubbing my clitoris with his fingers; I moaned in delight. He fucked me in my pussy first, which I loved. But then, he took out his penis and, slowly but surely, eased it inside my asshole. I admit, it was a sensation I had never felt before. It hurt when he first penetrated me.
“Ah, that hurts,” I said.
He pulled back and then tried again. This time, he went even deeper and slowly pounded me in my ass. I was amazed at the nerve endings that were stimulated. From pain, it turned into pleasure as he kept on ramming me from behind. He started slow but soon picked up his pace, until I could hear him slapping inside me. I moaned in pleasure and pain. He slapped my buttocks, which stung. He slapped me again and again. The thin line between pleasure and pain blurred.
Julian groaned. He grabbed my hair and pulled it. With my hands still tied, I felt powerless against his thrusts. He kept pounding me and pounding me until I screamed in ecstasy.
“You want more?”
“Yes, please,” I begged.
“I’ll give you more.” He slapped me again and tugged my hair even harder. The bed was shaking and creaking. He moved even faster until he came inside of me. He then untied me and turned me over to spray some of his cum on my stomach. I arched my back in ecstasy. He was breathing very hard, and so was I.
He collapsed onto me. “Oh, Harper, you’re delicious.” He rolled onto his back so we were side by side as we tried to catch our breath.
“You’re amazing, Julian.” I was still processing what had happened. It was an amazing experience. My entire body was tingling.
“You have the best ass.”
We rested for a few minutes before we got up to take another shower together. The water was not too hot. We took turns in rubbing each other with soap; I loved soaping his firm chest and shoulders.
“What do you want to do tomorrow, Harper?”
“I want to go snorkeling.”
“That’s very random.” He stared at me.
“I just want to spend a lazy day on the beach.”
“Okay, I’ll think of something for us to do.”
I kissed Julian on the lips. “Thank you.”
“I think I know where to take you.”
***
The following day, Julian took me to Flamingo Bay. It was a popular snorkeling spot in Grenada and known for its diverse marine life. Among the marine life that can be found are parrot fish, stingrays and manta rays. I was already excited to go.
Julian took me to a boutique so I could get a new dress and a bikini. He picked out three bikinis and a dress for me to wear. He had good taste in women’s clothing. For this trip, I wore a white bikini top and bottom.
We drove to the bay and rented a boat, which came with snorkeling gear. There were three other couples on the boat with us, and we briefly introduced ourselves. The boat operator gave us safety instructions and handed us the snorkeling gear and a life vest. Julian helped me put on the life vest before he secured one on himself. Then we wore our snorkeling gear. Hand in hand, we jumped into the water.
There were colorful fish in the water—blue fish, black-and-white school of fish, and yellow fish—and an occasional sting ray. We’d been snorkeling for thirty minutes before we spotted a giant manta rays. I was scared at first, but the manta rays just glided past us. On our way back to the boat, we spotted a green sea turtle. I swam close to it and patted its back.
When we got back into the boat, the other tourists shared the type of fish they saw. Only Julian and I were lucky to spot the sea turtle.
When we got to the shore, we joined the other couples as they headed for the bar. The bar was busy, but we were able to find seats. We all ordered our cocktails. I had a vodka-spiked watermelon drink while the others ordered fruity cocktails.
We talked about how amazing the experience was. Julian seemed to focus on the American couple and they started talking about buying properties and how Julian was selling villas on the island. They exchanged information and chatted away. The other couple in the group, a friendly British couple, were in their twenties, going out on their first holiday trip together. The guy was named Hugh, and the girl was named Crystal.
“I love your accent. Which part of the UK are you guys from?”
Hugh was slender and had dark hair. “I’m from Yorkshire. Crystal is from London.”
He did have a much thicker accent than Crystal, who had a more refined accent.
They asked me too, and I gave them a cursory background of where I was from.
I found out we didn’t have much in common, and it was hard for me to keep the conversation going. Meanwhile, Julian had a captive audience in the American couple. They were older, in their late sixties, and I heard the husband mention the word ‘retire’ and ‘investment.’
Hugh and Crystal decided to leave and said our perfunctory goodbyes. I was left there on the other side of the table, staring at my cocktail while Julian kept talking shop. After what seemed like almost an hour, the three stood up and shook hands. They set up an appointment to see the property tomorrow.
Julian had ignored me all this time, but when he noticed the look of boredom on my face, he apologized. “I’m sorry. Sometimes, you never know who you’re going to meet. I’m excited it looks like they’re going to buy a property.” He looked genuinely enthusiastic and kissed me on the lips. “Let’s go dancing tonight.”
“Dancing?”
“Yeah, there’s a bar close to where I live. They have live music. Let’s have dinner, and we’ll go dancing.”
“Sure.”
We went back to Julian’s villa. His sex drive was insatiable as no sooner than we stepped inside, we made love by the foot of the staircase. When we went up to his bathroom to take a shower, he also fucked me there. Julian was exhausted by the time we finished. He collapsed in bed. I could hear his breathing as I fell asleep.
When we woke up, it was almost seven in the evening. We drove to the bar and had a meal. The meal was decent enough; we had American burgers and fries. We also ordered a few beers. Around nine in the evening, the dancing started.
We went back to Julian’s villa at eleven. Before we went to bed, he told me he may be gone for the whole day tomorrow.
“So, what do I do?” I asked.
“I’ll send you a contact for a driver who can take you around town.”
“It’s okay. I’ll make my own arrangements.” I instantly thought about contacting Viktor. I knew it was already late, but I texted Viktor hoping he’d still respond. After a few minutes, he responded with an affirmative.
“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” Julian got curious.
“I’ll just go to work, training the cook at The Flamingo.”
Julian’s face tensed. “I wish you’d get it done soon. But I understand, business is business. At least, get paid handsomely for your effort.”
I didn’t want to push Julian about what went on between him and Maverick. Based on his reaction, it wasn’t good.
***
Julian left before nine in the morning. He said he was going to show his clients different properties and would just call me when he was ready to meet up.
Viktor picked me up shortly after. We dropped by the market to pick up some ingredients for the American burger recipe, sweet potato fries recipe, and pizza recipe I was going to teach him. When we got to The Flamingo, Maverick was already there.
“You’re giving another lesson today?” Maverick asked.
“Yeah, I had availability at the last minute.”
Viktor excused himself and went to the kitchen with the grocery items.
Maverick had a boyish charm. He was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and rubber shoes. He wasn’t a snazzy dresser like Julian, but he had his own appeal. I could see his chest hair peeking form his shirt. He also had very hairy arms. Julian shaved all of his chest and arm hair.
“How many days are you guys off this time around?”
“Five days. We’re waiting for a new captain. Captain Youssef is on leave for eight weeks,” I told him.
“That’s nice. If you have time to drop by again, I’m ready for my cocktail lessons.”
“Yeah, we’ll practice for twelve drinks. It’s going to be easy.”
“I’m glad you’re here. I would really like to make this bar well-known in this island for good food and good drinks.”
“It’s straight-forward. You’re not aiming for a Michelin-rated restaurant. What I can teach is to make non-mediocre food and drinks. Keep the vibe of the place, casual and fun.”
“Let me know when you’re going to drop by. I’ll make myself available.” He glanced at his wristwatch and told me he had to go. He seemed to be keen on going on his computer all the time, but I didn’t ask him what that’s about.
“Okay, see you when I see you.”
He started walking away, but then he turned around and said, “I really appreciate the help, Harper. I really do.”
I went to the kitchen and prepared the food. Viktor joined in. He seemed very eager to learn a new recipe. I asked him where I could hire a driver, and he gave me the number of his cousin, who works full time as a driver for hire.
I finished the cooking lessons at 1 p.m. I still hadn’t heard from Julian, so I texted him. No response from him still. Viktor offered to drive me back to Julian’s place. I asked him if he could drive me around town so I could get some baked goods and maybe a coffee first. We dropped by a coffee shop with some baked goods. The pastries and bread weren’t that sophisticated, it was simplistic, and the coffee was also just decent.
“Yeah, that’s what we need in Grenada. A better coffee shop for tourists. Unfortunately, it’s just a simple country,” Viktor explained.
“It’s a beautiful country. You guys have nature’s beauty and gorgeous beaches. Maybe that’s all you guys need.”
“Yes, we’re simple people with simple tastes. It’s the tourists that always look for the fancy restaurants, the fancy bars and coffee shops.”
“Yes, we Westerners are very complicated indeed.”
Viktor dropped me off at Julian’s place around 3 p.m. Julian still hadn’t responded, so I texted him again, asking where he was. I got impatient waiting for a response, so to keep my mind off things, I decided to take a swim in Julian’s pool. I wore one of the bikinis I had purchased.
I swam for over an hour. The water was cool, and the sun was already dipping at the horizon. When I emerged from the pool, Julian was standing there, just staring at me.
“What a nice view.” He was wearing pants and a multicolored shirt. He looked handsome as ever.
“I was worried about you.”
“Just business. My prospective buyers looked at three properties, and I also took them around town. And of course, we hung out at a bar for happy hour.”
I walked towards Julian and kissed him on the lips. He smelled like alcohol. In fact, his face was ruddy.
“What’s your plan tonight?” I asked him.
“We could just stay in and do what we love to do.”
“Which is?” I teased him.
“I want to tie you up again.” He grabbed my wrists.
“What are you going to do with me?” I got excited.
“Will pleasure you in so many ways.”
“Good, I can’t wait.”
That night, Julian tied me up and pushed me against the wall. And he made love to me in that position until I couldn’t take it anymore. We had several rounds of lovemaking. Even Benoit, my ex, couldn”t do more than one round. But Julian could do it all night. His sexual prowess was amazing. I had never felt more alive than when I was with him.
The following day, we went hiking at the Grand Etang National Park. It was a three-hour hike. My open-toed sandals were not the best hiking shoes, but they were more than sufficient. I used a walking stick, just in case I lost my balance. We had a good time, and when we finished the hike, we went to another bar to get some drinks.
This was going to be my last day with Julian as I had decided to go back to the yacht to prepare for the next charter. Julian wanted to protest but relented. On our last night together, we spent it in the hot tub, constantly making out. He was such a great kisser. He also kissed my neck and my breasts.
In our lovemaking that night, he tied me up again and focused on eating my pussy. It was the most pleasurable experience. I was having multiple orgasms, and it became so intense I wanted him to stop, but he kept on going until I was exhausted.
I placed my head on his chest. He stroked my hair and said, “I think I’m falling for you, Harper.”
I looked up at him and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. He seemed almost wistful. “Is that such a bad thing?”
He didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. I slept to the sound of his breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest.