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couple of hours straightening out the mess, mopping out the bilges and generally getting
things shipshape. I needed to sit down quietly and properly plan my trip. It was a big task,
and I had to be prepared for any eventuality. But, for now, I had a dinner date with a pretty
young lady.
Liza arrived at seven. She was punctual and looked sexy in tight jeans and a revealing white
tank top. Her breasts were unfettered and her nipples strained through the sheer material.
She had washed her brown hair, and it shimmered around her shoulders. I whistled at her,
and she giggled shyly.
Dinner was very romantic. We sat near an open window overlooking the ocean and in view
of the large black and white checkered lighthouse. As it was dark outside, the oscillating
light was now on and it flashed intermittently. We had asked for candlelight at the table.
Liza was popular, and friends came over now and then to greet her; she introduced me to
them all. She spoke slowly and had a deep soothing voice. She was very practical and not
given to any airs or graces. I knew she liked me a lot, and the feelings I felt for her were
strong and healthy, but the truth was that I wasn't planning on lingering too long in Aus-
tralia, and we knew it.
“I've never seen your boat at night, Jon; you must show me one night,” she said, as we
were leaving the restaurant.
“Would you like a nightcap on-board now?” I asked, looking down at her pretty face, dark
eyes shining mischievously. The yard was in darkness as we clambered up the ladder. I
poured us each a sherry that I had stashed in the bottle locker, and we sat out in the cockpit
under the stars. It was a lovely night, though a little chilly. I noticed she shivered slightly,
and goosebumps appeared on her arms.
“You cold, girl?” I asked.
“Mm, a little,” she said softly.
“Wanna go below? We can light a candle in the saloon. Mind your head on the roof beams
when you come down,” I said, swinging down into the dark interior of the cabin. I lit a
candle and cleared a space for her on the saloon bunk. She wandered forward, looking in
wonder.
“Oh she's beautiful, Jon; I had no idea what a boat looked like inside. You made all this?”
“Yes, I did, a long time ago it seems.” She sat down on the forward double bunk watching
me calmly and slowly removed her tank top over her head. I had never seen anything like
what she had under that shirt, and my breath caught in my throat. She was all woman. I
was instantly aroused, and when she wriggled out of her tight jeans, I was breathing hard.
