9. Barrett
Chapter nine
Barrett
Sarah's spirits lift by the time we get to the infinity pool. I groan inwardly when we arrive and it's obvious we weren't the only ones who had the same idea to come here before the ship docked. People fill the pool to the brim. Normally, a scene like this would have me retreating to my cabin, but this is something my girl wants to do. I'm going to deal with all these people for her. Thankfully, we're able to find a lounger, and we place our stuff on it.
Sarah peels off her maxi dress, and my cock twitches when she reveals a black bikini. I'm hypnotized as I watch her adjust some bra type thing that wraps around her neck, holding up her busty chest. My mouth waters because somehow, they look even bigger in this thing than I've ever seen them. I can't help it. The image of me sticking my head in between them and giving them a good motorboat, as my mouth watering.
My eyes reluctantly gaze down her body and the bottoms to her bathing suit aren't any better. Coming up above her belly button, they emphasize her hourglass figure. Damn! In this suit, she reminds me of those vintage bombshell women from the fifties, like Marilyn Monroe--who just so happens to have been my dream girl growing up. The teenager in me is cheering because now, I have my very own Marilyn in front of me.
Bending over, I bite my hand to keep myself from groaning out loud as her luscious ass taunts me. She pulls sunglasses, a hat, and sunscreen out of her bag and then glances at me over her shoulder, giving me a smirk, and letting me know she saw me ogling her. Not caring that she caught me, I keep my eyes on hers as I adjust my rock hard cock, letting her know that I'm okay with her knowing and that I don't care that she saw me.
"Will you put sunscreen on my back?" she asks, ignoring me and my lustful thoughts as she stands back up.
"Ugh…yeah," I say, grabbing the sunscreen from her hands. When she sits down in front of me on the lounger, I squirt some into my hands and rub her smooth olive skin, starting with her shoulders and back. I try to focus only on putting sunscreen on her, and not on the fact that all I want to do is bend her over right here. I'm trying my damnedest to focus on the task at hand but my cock doesn't seem to want to get the message that we're only here for help, not any other shenanigans.
When focusing on the task at hand doesn't work, to keep my thoughts from drifting and causing my pants to tighten even more, I try to do the opposite and fill my head of thoughts that should turn me off like rock climbing…teaching sweaty men to rock climb…old men's balls in harnesses…fuck even that doesn't seem to deflate my cock. It's like it has a mind of its own.
After a few minutes, I'm done, and feel a sense of relief. I've made sure to not leave a speck of skin without lotion on it, leaving me with mixed feelings. "I'm done," I say, but my voice comes out huskily and filled with lust.
Sarah's eyes twinkle with mischief. When her lips twitch, I know I'm in trouble. Holding up the sunscreen, she says, "Would you like me to put some on you? We wouldn't want you to burn."
Well, I will not turn that down. Not even bothering to answer her, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off over my head in one fell swoop. I can feel the scorch of her eyes as she looks me up and down. I'm going to fucking combust before we even finish the day. She seems to understand because she stands up and moves behind me, straddling me. When her hands hit my back for the first time, I can't help but shiver and it sure as shit isn't from the cold lotion she's rubbing me with.
After what feels like an eternity, she finishes up and I'm so worked up I jump off the lounger and run to the pool. Dunking under the water, I come up and see her gliding toward the edge of the pool, laughing at me.
Resting both my arms on the ledge next to her, I can't help but think about how fate works. I've been trying to avoid this woman for years, only talking with her if it's about business and how did that help me? It didn't. Somehow, we're still being thrown together, first the cruise and then the cabin. It's time we stop fighting this. I just need to convince this woman past the cruise. Glancing over at her, Sarah looks as if she's in her head too. Wanting to get to know her and possibly stop her from overthinking things, I break the silence, "Do you travel a lot?"
"Not really. Work has made me pretty busy. The only time I travel is when it's for one of my clients. How about you?" she answers, turning toward me.
"The same as you. I only travel for work. Being a stunt double isn't as lucrative as you would think."
She nods her head along. "But do you love it?"
"Sometimes. It can be hard on the body." To prove my point, I do a few small stretches, and my body lets out cracks and pops.
Giggling at my antics, she places her hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I get it. How much longer do you think you'll want to continue for?" I lean my body into her. Man, I love it when she touches me.
Sobering up, I clear my throat. "I used to feel like I would want to do it forever, but lately I've been thinking about what my next step could be." I want it to be with you, I think, but don't say that thought out loud.
"Yeah, me too. Everything goes to my clients. My friends and families are getting married and having kids, giving me that left behind feelings."
"Do you want to have kids?"
"I do, one day. Lately, I've been thinking more and more about it," she mutters.
After our confessions, neither of us talk for a while, just fine with being in each other's company and basking in the sun. A horn goes off, letting us know we are getting close to land.
"Should we go get ready for our one trip off the boat?" I ask, holding my hand out for hers.
"Are you going to tell me what we are up to?" she asks as she places her dainty hand into mine.
Pulling her through the water, I grin. "Nope," I say as I pop the p.
Trying to get me to say more, she asks, as we wade through the people back to our cabin. "How am I to know what to wear?"
"Just wear something you can move in."
Stopping in front of the door of our cabin, she huffs. "That doesn't help."
Opening it, she enters as I slap her ass. "You'll love it, darling. Don't worry."