Reviewing restaurants is normally a safe pursuit, but Lorne and Catherine face torture and death when they try to unravel organised crime's infiltration of the fine dining scene.
Their longstanding friendship deepens when they meet again seven mont...
"You trust me with a two-million-dollar boat. Nathan wouldn't trust me with his old beat-up motor scooter."
"That's so sad. All that time I thought you were happy. You were always my happy untouchable dream girl. It made me happy simply to see you. To fantasise about you."
"If only I'd known... I..."
Lorne held Catherine tighter. "That's gone. We're here. We're happy."
"Ecstatic."
He did a scan of the horizon, checked the chartplotter and then merged his mouth with hers as they writhed together on the settee.
A few minutes later as they paused their kiss, Catherine asked, "Could we?"
"Here?"
"Yeah. Now."
"I can keep watch while you sit on me."
She was undressing as he finished speaking, and he was soon following her example. "Too many clothes for the heat, anyway. I often sail in the nude on nice days. Good all-over tan."
Lorne sat on the settee. Catherine stepped up onto it, straddling his thighs to lower herself onto him. She paused as his tongue found her folds. "You don't miss a trick, do you? You'll not keep a proper lookout with your face buried in me like that."
He withdrew his mouth to speak. "An amuse-bouche. Always a nice entrée to things that follow; gets the appetite going."
She continued settling to impale herself on him, and they sat there like that for a long while enjoying, melding.
He made another sweep of the horizon, checked the sails and the plotter, then he leaned back against the cushions. "I'll play sailboat here, you play whatever suits your fancy." He chuckled as he looked down. "You have such a fancy fanny. I love the short red hairdo."
"You like the hair?"
"I love the way you trim. It frames your lips so beautifully."
"Nathan always wanted me to shave. Everything. It looked like the bald pee bum you played with on Cypress. I haven't shaved or waxed my lips since he was killed." She let out a deep sigh. "You know, that's the first time I've managed to get the whole sentence out — his being killed."
"That's good. We both have things to put behind us." He turned his face up to receive her kiss, then looked back down and ran his fingers through her patch. "This is how I always visualised you. Redhead through and through."
"Fuck! You didn't?" She squeezed him in a Kegel and held it.
"Did too. Oh, my! That's so hot."
She began shifting her hips, gently churning. He swept the horizon again and checked the plotter screen. Once he was satisfied with their safety, he paid attention to her breasts, lightly tracing their shapes with his fingers as his thumbs grazed occasionally across her nipples.
"Oh, my God. That is so, so heavenly like that. They're always tender this time of the month." She sighed again. "Nathan used to damned near rip them off. Fuck!" She gave him three slow, tight Kegels.
"Fuck! Oh, God!" He thrust a bit deeper, then slowly withdrew his advance to savour the last long squeeze. "Oh, my fuck!"
He refocused on her breasts, tweaking the nipples lightly as she began her orgasmic convulsions. He held her tightly as she slumped onto him, moaning a soprano foghorn.
Lorne checked the port quarter to see the inbound ferry where he expected it, parallel about a cable and a half off. "Ferry'll be overtaking us in a couple of minutes."
Catherine glanced out across the quarter. "Close." She panted, then laid her head back on his shoulder, still breathing deeply. "Wave for me... I'm busy... Melting."
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He monitored the ferry visually and on the plotter screen, and as it passed well clear of their beam, he waved back at the passengers lining the rails. "Nice day, lots of people out on deck enjoying the scenery."
She sat up, still lightly panting, and joined in the waving, knowing that at over two hundred metres, nobody would see detail. "I've never dreamed of sailing this way."
"I have. Often. With you."
She stared at him with her eyes stretched open to their limits. "Fuck!" She shook her head and collapsed back on him. "You didn't?"
"Did too."
"Fuck!"
"We are." He gave a small thrust for emphasis.
Catherine did a fluttering Kegel. "Yeah. Guess I forgot. It's been well over my accustomed minute or two." She sighed.
"Sad. Such a magnificent creature deprived for so long." He watched as the ferry passed clear ahead, then scanned the horizon and checked the plotter. "The AIS symbol for the outbound ferry shows it's left its berth. We should see it around the point in a few minutes."
They continued sailing in this relaxed manner past Horseshoe Bay and up between Bowyer Island and the mainland coast. From time to time she decided she wanted another orgasm, but mostly they remained passively connected, cuddling, pleasuring and talking. As they passed Bowyer, the wind changed, and they needed vane and sail adjustments. He chuckled as he pointed up to the beginning luff on the main. "Haven't done much with lunch either, have we?"
"Been busy catching up on a lost decade. My God, I love you." She gave him a big fluttering Kegel. "I'll do lunch, you do the sails."
Lorne had settled Tastevin on a starboard reach across the sound in the beginnings of the squamish when Catherine brought up two spoons and a huge bowl of fruit salad with yoghurt in the centre. "The tea's ready — in the thermos. I'll bring it up when we've finished this."
"Looks great. Great big too." He smiled. "You must be hungry."
"Been getting lots of exercise." She sighed. "Such wonderful exercise. We'll have to go shopping, we're now out of fruit."
After enjoying several spoonfuls, Lorne got up to tweak the vane and adjust the sheets to trim the sails as they moved farther into the Sound and the wind built. "Moving up toward nine knots. Less than an hour — fifty minutes we'll be on a broad reach across the top of Gambier." He sat and took another spoonful. "Delicious fruit salad."
"Great ingredients to work with."
"But it's how you put them together."
"Yeah. I guess."
"Look at us. We've been together in a friendship for over a dozen years. More than that if you think of our six years as kids. A dozen and a half years. Great individual ingredients. We simply hadn't been placed together properly until a few days ago."
