Page 22 of Sailor's Delight
“No!”
Trey recoiled, hunching over instinctively. Jenn was forced off his lap, barely having time to protest before her headwas submerged underwater. She came up sputtering, wiping water and makeup from her eyes.
Trey rushed to help her up. “Shit. I’m sorry, Jenn. Let me—,” There were some laughs and squeals of second-hand embarrassment as cruisers all around the pool deck either looked away or stared harder.
Jenn pulled her arm away, glaring at Trey. She didn’t say anything, just wiped water from her face and flung it from her hands as she waded toward the opposite side of the pool.
“That’s cold, man.”
“Honey, he don’t deserve you!” Jenn turned to look at the woman who had shouted, a thin, tight, quick, angry smile flickering over her face.
Trey stood up to follow her but dropped back in the water when he realized just how far his cock pushed out the front of his trunks. Outside of the water, there was no hiding the strength of his erection. The few who had seen made catcalls and shouts. One woman a few feet away pushed a pair of sunglasses up onto her head, staring fixedly at the water where Trey’s tented trunks rippled and waved underneath its surface.
“Damn, don’t pay her no mind, baby! If it were me, even if you dumped me in the water, I’d be all over that stick. Give me that Vitamin D!” She clucked her tongue in approval.
Trey did his best to ignore her, watching Jenn and waiting for his erection to ease.
Jenn, having reached the far side of the pool and heard the woman’s comment, turned and flipped her off, saying, “Goright ahead and try, ‘baby.’ Maybe you’ll have better luck than I did.”
As Jenn reached down to adjust the narrow strip of fabric that covered the small patch between her legs, the woman said, none too quietly, “Fuck you, fat bitch.”
Trey winced as he saw Jenn visibly flinch. “Not cool,” he said to the woman. His erection now rapidly decreasing, he stood and followed after Jenn.
She had lifted herself out of the pool, crossing her arms uncomfortably across herself and returned to her lounge chair. She clasped a towel to herself, picked up the delicate fabric of the coverup, and without a backward glance, headed for the entrance into the atrium of the ship.
The DJ running the music spoke up over the speakers. “Hey, let’s all remember that we’re here to have some fun! Leave all that drama on land, people! Out here, we only do one thing: party!!” He launched into a new song, an electronic dance tune with heavy beats that soon had the crowd all bobbing and whooping in time. Trey pulled himself out of the pool, scooped up his shirt, towel, and sandals, and ran to follow after Jenn.
As he did, the brazen woman from before called out, “Hey, I’m in cabin 756, if she doesn’t put out! You’re welcome anytime!”
He ignored her. Right now, Jenn was his only concern.
Trey had every reason to be concerned. Jenn was furious. She clasped the towel around her breasts with one hand, mashing the elevator call button with the other.
“Jenn! Wait, please.”
She took an angry breath, glaring at the couple standing waiting for the elevator, as well.
“No, no, keep staring. In another minute, I’ll give you a private show.”
The couple glanced at each other and walked to another set of elevator doors to wait for a different car.
The elevator doors dinged then opened, and Jenn stomped in, punched her deck button, then repeatedly tapped the door close button.
Trey’s arm kept the doors from closing entirely, then he slipped in quickly as they reopened.
Jenn set her face in a freezing stare and faced the bank of buttons.
“Jenn, I’m so sorry. I— ”
“Do you think any of that was easy?”
“What?”
“Do you think running around with my tits hanging out and my bits on display for everyone to see is just my natural state? Do you think that comes easily?”
“I just— we couldn’t very well just fuck in the pool, Jenn. I mean, did you really want all those people watching?”
Jenn stared. Sucked her lips in as she jack-hammered the 12th deck button. Lord don’t let her explode on this beautiful man.