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- Herausgeber: tredition
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
5 different places.
5 different couples.
5 different fantasies.
Let yourself be drawn into a very special holiday.
Das E-Book OceanLust wird angeboten von tredition und wurde mit folgenden Begriffen kategorisiert:
Erotic, ManWoman, Love, Sex, Spontaneous, Water, Holidays, Summer, Beach, Oceanside, Ocean, Waves, Wales, Island, BeachSex, ShortStories, Shortstorys, Anthology, Collection
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Seitenzahl: 56
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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OceanLust
J.J. Barton
OceanLust
J.J. Barton
© 2022 J.J. Barton
ISBN Softcover: 978-3-347-60909-9
ISBN Hardcover: 978-3-347-60911-2
ISBN E-Book: 978-3-347-60916-7
ISBN Large print: 978-3-347-60917-4
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tredition GmbH, Halenreie 40-44, 22359 Hamburg, Germany
The work, including its parts, is protected by copyright. The author is responsible for the contents. Any exploitation is prohibited without his approval. Publication and distribution are carried out on behalf of of the author, to be reached at: tredition GmbH, department "Imprint service", Halenreie 40-44, 22359 Hamburg, Germany.
FIRST STORY
The light waves kept crashing against the small white sailboat, people walked along the pier, always looking for the ideal mix of sun and shade. Sam was winding up a rope when his boss, Howard Ferguson, appeared next to him.
"You should hurry up. I'm expecting another customer."
"Where do you want to go, Captain?"
"One of these rich snobs wants us to show his daughter the bay. He thinks she might be interested. She seems to be studying something. You'll take care of her, you hear, Sam?"
Sam nodded and adjusted to a young woman, with glasses, frizzy hair and braces.
"Of course, Captain."
"And you will not disgrace me! I have another important appointment later. I'm counting on you, Sam."
"I will show myself and this company at its best, sir."
"Good, that's what I want. Now, she'll be here in a minute. Behave yourself and fulfil her every wish."
"Aye."
Sam looked after his old captain. He knew he should be grateful for this job and for the opportunity to spend all day on the water. But he was fed up with his captain's choice of customers.
Again and again he would bring screaming or squealing people onto this sailboat and Sam would show them the bay so they could see a whale or a dolphin. But they never understood that they should be quiet.
In a bad mood, he set about winding the rope tighter and bringing it down into the much too small sailboat hull.
"Excuse me?"
Sam heard the voice. With one step he was halfway out and he looked cautiously around the small open cabin. Next to the Coranina stood a young, slender woman. She was wearing figure-hugging white trousers and a thin, colourful top. Her hair was in a loose bun and she hid her eyes behind dark sunglasses.
Searchingly, she looked around the pier until Sam cleared his throat and came out of hiding.
"Miss."
She winced and turned to face him.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for the captain."
"You must be the young lady who wants to go to the bay then?"
She looked a little reserved as she eyed him.
"Yes?"
"Then you can rely on me, miss. Captain Ferguson has placed you in my care today. "
"But won't he be there himself?"
"Of course I can understand your concerns, but I can reassure you. Since the age of seven, I have lived on my father's sailboat, so to speak. And I've been working for Captain Ferguson for a few years now.
You can trust me, nothing will happen to you on this sailboat that you don't want yourself."
She seemed a little more reassured. The young woman turned around and made eye contact with an older man. He was sitting in one of the many beach bars and was toasting her with a cocktail. She nodded back and then turned back to Sam.
"Good, I trust you."
"And you won't regret it, I promise you."
He held out his hand to help her onto the sailboat. Sam led her to a small bench.
"You can sit here."
"Thank you."
After a few moves, Sam was ready for them to leave the harbour.
The blue water passed them by and around them, Sam could see the other islands. Every now and then, he allowed himself a glance in the small mirror that enabled him to keep an eye on his passengers. But compared to his usual passengers, who were often drunk and far too noisy, this woman was just sitting in her seat. She had her arms propped up on the railing and was watching the water and the landscape.
His gaze slid up and down her silhouette again and again. Until he knew every detail of her body.
From her petite shoulders, to her shapely, round hips. Her slight smile lit up her face and Sam was almost disappointed that her eyes were still covered by those sunglasses.
After almost an hour, they arrived at the bay. And even though they didn't see anything yet, he knew the whales were here. He dropped the anchor into the water, pulled in the sail and lashed it tight. Then he turned to face her. She watched the surface of the water curiously.
"Every now and then it takes a little while for the whales to show themselves."
"That's what I thought."
"If you want, can we have a little chat while we wait for the animals?"
She paused in her search and looked at him appraisingly. He sensed exactly how her gaze was searching behind the sunglasses for a clue to a dirty trick. He held out his hand to her.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Sam. And you are?"
She held out her hand to him.
"My name is Chloé."
"Chloé? That's a beautiful name."
While he sat down in a small corner overlooking the water, he continued talking.
"Where are you from, Chloé?"
"I'm from Minnesota."
"That's a long way from here."
After she gave him no answer to that, he tried another topic.
"Captain Ferguson tells me that you are studying? May I ask you what you are studying?"
"I'm studying marine biology."
"Of course, I could have thought of that. Where do you study?"
Chloé only glanced at him briefly before turning her attention back to the surface of the water.
"In Australia."
Sam nodded.
"Congratulations. I hear it's very nice there."
"That's what the man who grew up in the Caribbean and lives here says."
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"I hadn't told you that I grew up here."
"No, but you said you lived on your father's sailboat."
"Well, there are certainly crazy people who live in New York City and own a sailboat."
She had to laugh at this thought.
"If there is such a person, it is there."
She sat down opposite him.
"How long before we might see a whale?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"It depends on the animals themselves. Sometimes they are there faster, but only for a short time. And other times they don't venture out for a long time, but then they stay here."
He leaned against the railing and watched the surface of the water. And that's when he saw it. Turning to Chloé, he smiled at her.
"Would you like to experience something unique, Chloé?"
