Page 3 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
She takes my hand and I pull her to me, more forceful than necessary, and she falls right into my chest. I hold her tighter than necessary as well, expecting her to push me away, but she doesn’t. Instead, she giggles, wraps her arms around me and pushes her lower body against me. Fuck. My cock comes to a full mast, whether she does it on purpose or not.
When I pull away, I see her flushed cheeks. She stops giggling and stares into my eyes while biting her lip. Before she turns away, she glances down at my crotch, her eyes widening as she looks up again. Goddamn.
Chapter 3
Elle
We’re sitting in the lounge for breakfast. We’ve left San Francisco Bay just minutes ago, and the boat is on autopilot.
“So, how long have you been sailing, Dan?” Martha asks while sipping her coffee. “Oh, I’ve been sailing all my life. My parents took me to sail when I was about a year old.”
“No wonder you love it so much.”
“Yep. I can’t imagine a life without sailing. I spend most of my time on a boat.”
That’s what I heard from my dad. Dad and Dan got to know each other from UC Santa Barbara, and Dad spent an entire summer with Dan on his boat, sailing all the way to Hawaii. Dad envies his best friend’s lifestyle and often refers to him as “my rich friend with a boat.”
When I asked my dad why Dan wasn’t married, he puffed up with pride. “Not everyone is as lucky as your daddy, sweetie pie. Dan might be a billionaire with a boat, but he can’t find the right woman.”
I didn’t take his answer seriously. Being a billionaire and attractive, Dan should have no problem getting himself a harem, let alone finding one woman.
My mom agreed with me. She rolled her eyes and said, “He just enjoys being a vagabond.”
My dad sighed. “He does, but he probably also wants a family. I can feel the envy in his eyes whenever he visits us.”
My mom shook her head with pity. “The poor guy. He must be lonely.”
Right then, I had a crazy idea of sailing with Dan one day. Surely I would make him less lonely. I could cook for him, and I could make babies for him…
I blush at my childish wishes while finishing my blueberry muffin.
Martha is a gorgeous woman and I feel small in front of her. She has curves of a porn star and she is proud of what she has. At the moment she’s wearing the skimpiest dress I’ve ever seen, with the front showing her complete cleavage and the side slits going all the way up to her hips.
If I were a man, I wouldn’t be able to look at her and not touch her, letting alone having a casual conversation with her, which is what Dan is doing.
“Thank you so much for letting me sail with you, Dan,” Martha says. “This is so much better than driving. So relaxing.”
“No problem,” Dan says. “Thanks for managing my properties for me.”
The sun is rising at the horizon.
“It’s going to be a beautiful day,” Martha sighs loudly. “I wish I had my bikini with me. It would be nice to have a dip in the ocean.”
Dan chuckles. “Oh yeah, it feels fantastic to swim in the ocean. But I wouldn’t let you do it even if you had your swimwear. It isn’t as safe as it seems.”
“Really? I don’t think there are sharks or anything like that?”
“Actually, there might be.”
“Have you seen any?”
“Oh yeah. Often. Most of the times they don’t bother me, but I try not to get close to them either. Definitely not to swim next to them.”
My heart races. Swimming in the ocean is part of my plan for the trip, although I haven’t had the chance to ask Dan yet. I’ve swum close to the shoreline a few times, but it would be awesome to do it in the middle of the ocean. I have my bikini in my suitcase. I’ll ask Dan to let me swim for just a little side by side to the boat. I’ll remind him I was a swim champion back in junior high.
Martha yawns. “I need to go down to my cabin, if you don’t mind,” she says. “I’m not much of a morning person. To tell the truth, I went to bed at three this morning.”
“Sure, and I’m going to check the stocks,” Dan says. He then looks at me. “What about you, Elle? Do you need to catch up on your sleep, too?”
