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Michael G. Ward |
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Southern Boats The oldest city in the United States is St. Augustine in Florida founded by the Spanish in 1565. The Spanish founded St. Augustine just after they sailed up the St. John's River and murdered everyone at the French Huguenot settlement near where Jacksonville stands now. So St. Augustine is a city with a violent past but it's calm now. There is a beautiful walk along the River Matanzas in the old part of the city. As you walk along there you'll walk past palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. Over to your right you'll see a number of boats. People come and go; the boats are different every day. Perhaps you sometimes wonder what goes on in those boats. Today there are seven boats in the harbor. The nearest to you looks shiny, new and sleek and even though you don't know much about boats you can tell that this one is fast. The boat is called "The Susan-Marie" and inside the boat are Don Markis and his wife Susan. They've been married two years and this is the second marriage for both of them. This time they're determined to make it work. It's Don's birthday today and last week Susan asked him what he wanted. He said it would be nice if she cooked him breakfast wearing her little black panties and nothing else. Susan was married to her first husband for almost ten years. He was a real bastard and he beat her every month. Don is a good husband; he looks after her really well so Susan makes sure he gets everything her first husband never had. Right now Susan is standing in front of Don in a long T-shirt with her little black panties on underneath. In a moment she's going to turn her back on him and the T-shirt will come off. She plans to tease Don so she's going to keep her back to him until she walks over with the breakfast. That will be the first time he sees her breasts and by then breakfast won't be the only thing that's hot. Susan plans to sit opposite Don topless while he eats. Don is sitting there just wearing his pajama bottoms. Once he has finished eating Susan will to tie his hands behind his back. Then she's going to take her little black panties off and run through her daily exercise routine right in front of him. After that she plans to pull his pajama bottoms down and mount him right there at the table. That's all coming up over the next hour. Right now Susan still has her T-shirt on and she's putting bacon in the pan. Over to the side of their boat, a little further down the river is a larger boat. This boat has sailed all the way over from England. Inside the boat sits Trevor Hamilton. Trevor has horn-rimmed glasses and looks like a librarian. He's relaxed, tanned and reading a book on Switzerland. Trevor's wife Amy is not with him. Amy Hamilton is at the bottom of Lake Windemere, the largest lake in England. She has been there for over two years ever since the cold night one January when Trevor threw her body in the lake after six years of unhappy marriage. Does he feel guilty? No, just relieved. Trevor turns a page in his book and the sun shines through the glass next to him. In the boat next to his is an old couple from the north. They have been married for forty years. Their names are Richard and Judy McIntyre. Even though it's early morning Judy's already on her second drink of the day and Richard watches her nervously. Last week she almost fell over the side. He knows that he needs to have a talk with her but he just can't figure out how to do it. For her part, Judy knows the talk is coming and that knowledge is just making her drink more. There's another boat set further out in the water. This one is a rented boat and there are three people from Germany using it; Dieter Ulrich, his wife Marta and their seventeen year-old son Hans. Dieter and Marta were up early and they're already wandering around the Old Town. Hans was sleeping when they left but now he's wide-awake. He's lying in bed with a pair of binoculars in his hand and he's looking over at the Susan-Marie. Susan Markis has taken her T-shirt off and although she shut the curtains on the boat very carefully earlier they have now fallen slightly open again. If Hans leans over as far to the left as possible he can just see the side of one of Susan's breasts. Susan puts the bacon in the pan and begins to cook; unaware that today she'll bring pleasure not just to one man but two. Susan is in her late thirties and she's still in good shape. She drops something on the floor deliberately and bends right over in her little black panties just to tease her husband. Don Markis is teased and so is Hans Ulrich. Hans raises the binoculars to his face and slides his left hand down his shorts. Soon the breakfast is ready and Susan turns to face her husband. When she does this, Hans gets a face on view of her breasts and the first of Susan's conquests for the day spurts all over his bedclothes. Susan Markis sits down bare breasted at the table, oblivious to the fact that her husband will be the second man she brings to orgasm today. As Hans screams yes, yes, yes in German, a few yards away in another boat is a thirty-one year old woman. She hears Hans shout, looks up briefly and then goes back to her book. Her name is Megan Butler. She's a very beautiful woman, and if young Hans could see her, he would definitely find her attractive. Megan would not find Hans attractive even though he is six feet two, blond-haired and handsome. Helen's fish swim in a different sea. Her partner of five years, Caroline Hunter sleeps in the bed below. As she reads her book, Helen worries how long the relationship will last. Lately Caroline has been distant and Megan suspects her of loving another. Downstairs in her bed, Caroline is dreaming that she is making love. The name she murmurs in her sleep is not Megan but Jane. The boats bob gently in the harbor. Hans Ulrich lies back in his bed, desire spent at least for now. Over on their boat Susan Markis has just pulled her husband's pajama bottoms down. As she lowers herself onto him he leans forward and gently kisses her breasts. Trevor Hamilton sits in his boat and feels the rhythm of the water. He looks out over the river and wonders if the body of his wife will ever be found. On the next boat, Caroline Hunter stares at Megan Butler and compares Megan unfavorably with her new lover, Jane. On their boat Richard McIntyre has finally plucked up the courage to speak to his wife. Judy looks like she's about to cry and Richard's words hang in the air between them like a poisoned chalice. You are still walking along beside the river in Old St. Augustine with the palm trees at your side. The sky is blue and the sun is shining. You look out over the water. The boats seem so peaceful and so quiet that you wonder whether any of their occupants are even awake. |