The hills above the coast were lush and sub tropical. Two figures on horseback were winding their way up a path cut throught the greenery. One of the horses stopped and the smaller rider, Mariette, dismounted. " Break for refreshment !", she called out happily to Gunner Hobbs whose tanned face looked rather flushed. He hadn't yet acclimatised to the heat and the humidity of the hills and his thick uniform jacket was making him perspire. Used to giving and receiving orders, he automatically obeyed and dismounted. Then he realised that he'd obeyed a woman and a young one at that. His mouth pouted again and his eyes narrowed a little. " Are you a slave ? Do you usually, give orders? ". Mariette turned to give Hobbs a look which seemed to say, " Naughty boy !". " It is probably not gentlemanly of you to remind me of my position". " Hmmph ! Well here we are so what now? ", grumbled Hobbs.
The girl reached into the saddlebag on her horse, pulled out a bottle, unscrewed it and took a long swig. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and offered Hobbs the bottle. " Some rum, sir?", she asked. " Rum is the drink of lovers,", she smiled. Hobbs took the bottle, muttering. " It seems to be the drink of everyone here but I'm thirsty. As if we don't see enough of this on board...". He took some and then had some more.
Hobbs had felt depressed since Captain Sawyer had been killed a few months ago. He'd known his Captain since Hobbs was twelve and had left home. Some home. Six brothers and sisters and a violent father who delighted in beating Hobbs black and blue. Captain Sawyer had been a father figure Hobbs had never really had. His blue eyes glistened suddenly with years of unshed tears. Hobbs, lost in his own reverie,didn't notice what Mariette was doing. She'd disappeared. He took another drink of rum even though it was going straight to his head.
Hobbs sighed, resignedly. He undid the buttons of his jacket. Didn't feel cooler. Took the jacket off and undid his collar. Now he'd have to find that silly woman. She was, beautiful though...very, beautiful. Most of the men on board would give a lot, to have a tumble with her. Oh yes, they'd make her squeal.
Hobbs shook his head, astonished and annoyed with himself. The heat must be getting to him. Then he heard her singing. He could ride on up the hill alone and worry about leaving her there alone or he could look for her. He followed the sound of her voice.
Hobbs walked a few yards from the path and when he saw the waterfall and pool, he gasped. It really was lovely. Water cascaded over rocks then arced to form a small waterfall and then the water formed into a large, blue pool fringed by ferns. Hobbs did a double take. Under the waterfall, entirely naked, stood Mariette, the cool water spraying down over her body. Hobbs had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He regretted that he'd never had a woman. No time for one, too much duty and work. Hobbs had always been a very moral, man.
He was, he thought, a virgin in the Virgin Islands. A thirty four year old, depressed, perspiring, male virgin in paradise. He felt rather ridiculous. Mariette had noticed him. She waved at him, beckoning him. " Mister Hobbs sir ! Come in ! You are so, hot ! ".
Hobbs thought quickly. He'd be behaving out of character. He might be insulting his host whom he hadn't even met, yet. He made up his mind. He would do nothing immoral whatsoever. It would be no problem. It was ridiculous, for him to think that here could be a problem. He stripped off his clothes and stepped forward into the silky, cool water. He'd just have a quick cool down and then get dressed again. Mariette had other ideas. She'd observed Hobbs well before he'd stepped into the water and it had covered him up to his chest. He had fine long legs, she'd noticed. A broad chest, big shoulders and he was big all over, actually. He was the most golden skinned, golden haired man she'd ever seen but he looked like a man, not a boy nor a man who valued his looks. He seemed shy and unsure of himself yet she knew that on board ship he would be a man to be reckoned with.
She swam underwater up to Hobbs and surfaced inches from him, face to face. Before he could protest or move, she grabbed his hands and put them firmly on her breasts. " Nice, yes? ", she beamed. Then she reached down with one hand, found and held Hobb's manhood. " Very good size and has given many women very much pleasure", she said matter of factly. " I would like, please".
Hobbs couldn't speak. He took his hands from Mariette's breasts as if leaving them there would burn them, then grabbed her hand and removed it from his now rising cock. " No ! Stop that now !" Hobbs barked out. Mariette wasn't to be that easily dissuaded. She put her hands on Hobbs's shoulders, jumped up suddenly and whilst Hobbs was still wondering whether or not to throw her to one side, to preserve his honour, she slid down suddenly onto his long cock with a happy, " Oooh !". As if Hobbs wasn't ashamed enough already, he came immediately. Mariette kissed his mouth over and over and when he his lips parted and he tried to speak, she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Hobbs had always been a very passionate man. He'd just never allowed himself to be passionate ith a woman. Or anyone else. He was a quick learner, though. He responded with his tongue and his hands roamed frantically over Mariette's body. Breasts, nipples, hips, thighs and then it was all a blur. He was hard again and he carried Mariette to the edge of the pool onto a mossy bank. He was barely aware of er cries of pleasure as he thrust into her warm wetness over and over again until the force of his thrusts made her start to scream in complete abandonment and apparent joy. He couldn't stop. Hobbs felt Mariette's nails digging into his back and he silenced her cries for a moment with his mouth hard on hers and his tongue swirling in her mouth. Then he drew back, still pounding into her and moaned, as he came inside her, in a torrent. Mariette, flushed and breathless, looked up at him. " That rum was good for you, sir" she smiled. Hobbs lay, gazing up at the green canopy above. He wondered if he'd gone mad.
He'd violated a woman. His host's employee. He had ravaged, a young woman. He had taken her in a violently lustful way." A mindless, animalistic, thoughtless and depraved way", thought Hobbs as he looked across at Mariette who was lying smiling next to him. She didn't seem distressed. She looked very happy. He waited for further remorse to wash over him. Nothing happened. Hobbs felt rather good. He smiled back at Mariette and it lit up his face.
"Beautiful, man", said Mariette . " Now we must go on up the hill, or you will miss your dinner".