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Lost At Sea | Eriond7 | 1

 

A few weeks ago, the girls were still students and I was their coach. Man I am glad that situation has changed. My name is Brian Adams and I am 27, 6 feet tall and about 200 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I have been coaching our volleyball team for a couple years now and it is starting to show some results. We finished the season with a second place finish, so as I had promised, I chartered a boat for the 4 seniors on the team and myself. We had been out all morning and the weather had been just beautiful. The girls were busy sunning themselves and I was trying to keep occupied with fishing. Unfortunately the fish weren’t cooperating. Mike, the owner of the boat, suggested that we try a different location, so we took his advice. While I was waiting for us to arrive, I spend my time watching the four young women in their bikinis, trying not to be too obvious. Around 3 o’clock, the temperature started to drop and the girls decided to go below and change. I stayed on deck for a few minutes, and then started after them. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear them talking. I eased up to the door and listened.

“This trip has been great.” Andrea told the others.

“Yeah Andy, I have to agree. Coach Adams was really cool to suggest it.” Jessie replied.

“Speaking of Brian, were any of you checking him out up on deck?” Mandy asked.

“Oh yeah!” they all replied.

Hearing this, I would have gotten an instant woody if I hadn’t already had one. I decided that I was through being coy with them. I knocked on the door.

“Just a second” I heard Liana say.

I waited for her to open the door and fantasized about what they might have been doing on the other side of the door. It sounded like they were hurrying to get dressed. It seemed to take a long time for them to open the door, but it was worth the wait. Liana unlocked the door and let me in. They had all put on short outfits over their bikinis.

“Mike says that it will be an hour or so before we get there. I am going to fix a sandwich. Anybody else want one?”

Everybody was hungry from all the sun and ocean air, so I fixed extra. We all sat around the cabin eating and just enjoying the company. Jessie was sitting next to me on the bunk and I couldn’t help glancing at her every chance I got. She is 5’ 7” tall, 105 pounds with green eyes, red hair and about B cup breasts. I was glad that my khaki short fit loosely. Mandy was sitting on the bunk across the cabin from us. She is 6’ 1” tall, 120 pounds with brown hair, green eyes and about C cup breasts. Andrea and Liana were sitting at the table. Andrea stands 5’6” tall, 100 pounds with brown hair, blue eyes and B cup breasts. Liana is 5’10” tall, 110 pounds with blonde hair, brown eyes and C cup breasts. They were all 18 now, Liana having just had her birthday after graduation. While we were eating, a storm blew in unnoticed until Andrea pointed it out. The boat seemed to be rocking fairly hard.

“I will go up and see what is going on.” I told the girls.

As I was going up the stairs, I was thrown off my feet and I heard a loud crash.

“Is everybody OK?” I yelled down the stairs.

“Yes, but water is coming in through a hole.” Mandy yelled back.

“Grab your life jackets and whatever you can carry. This doesn’t look good.” I told them and started up the stairs again. When I got to the wheelhouse, I found Mike's body in the corner with his neck broken. I could barely make out an island off out starboard side. The storm was blowing full force and didn’t look to let up anytime soon. I grabbed one of the life jackets and started back to get the girls just as they came up the stairs.

“Mike’s neck is broken and the boat is caught on a reef. We have to get to that island before this storm tears it apart.” I told them pointing at the barely visible island. We grabbed what we could and jumped into the cold water. It seemed like forever before we reached a small beach and pulled ourselves, exhausted, out of the water. We found a low tree that provided some small shelter and huddled under it.

“Let’s huddle up together and try to stay warm until this storm blows itself out. Then we will have a look around.” I said, trying to sound reassuring. None of us had any idea where we were and Mike had made it clear that he didn’t tell anyone where is favorite fishing spot was, so nobody else knew where we were either. This trip was planned for a week, but it looked to last a lot longer now. Sitting under the tree shivering from the cold, we watched as the boat, which had seemed so safe a short time ago, was ripped to pieces by the storm and quickly sank leaving no trace of where is had been. We finally started to warm up and slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, the storm and the night were over. It was early morning and I didn’t want to wake the girls just yet. I spent a little while just watching them sleeping peacefully and wondering what lay in store for the five of us. I was so lost in thought that when Mandy moved, it startled me and I realized that I had been rubbing my hand along the inside of the thigh, almost to the edge of her shorts.

 

What Should I do?


          Wait and see what happens

          Remove My Hand

 
 
 

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