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Samantha tossed and turned in her bunk completely unable to get comfortable. She'd just woken up from a ridiculously sexy dream and now she was aroused. Opening her eyes she leaned over her bunk glancing at the sleeping face of Jake Anderson, although he seemed to be fast asleep she didn't want to take any chances. With a determined huff she got out of bed and padded into the hallway. Stopping in front of the bathroom she considered just taking a quick shower but dismissed it, the water on the boat was rationed and she didn't want to get a lecture on wasting water even it was for a good reason. Crossing her fingers she walked up to Sig's room, it was empty just as she hoped. He was driving the boat, she could use his room to finger herself to a quick orgasm and then go back to bed without him even noticing. She closed the door then climbed onto the bed she laid down closing her eyes and tried to remember the thread of her dream. It didn't take long for her fingers to slip beneath her pajama pants and into her underwear. Collecting a bit of moisture she slid her wet fingers over her clit, quickly finding a rhythm she began to reach towards her peak. Her other hand moved her shirt up over her breasts so she could palm them, tweaking her nipples occasionally to heighten her pleasure. The waistband of her pants were becoming a hinderance and she unceremoniously shoved them down and off. Completely free to indulge herself in some self love she began to finger herself in earnest, climbing higher and higher towards her peak.
Sig hurried into his room to use the bathroom before quickly returning to the wheelhouse. He hated leaving the chair at night, but nature called and no one was going to wake up to come up and take over so he could take a leak. At first he didn't even notice the half naked girl laying on his bed his eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark and he was in a hurry. However the moment he heard a moan his eyes snapped to the bed taking in the sight before him. Samantha was laying on his pillow her fingers buried between her spread legs, her other hand pulling viciously at her nipples. Sig's mouth went dry and any desire to use the bathroom had been replaced by a completely different desire. Samantha's orgasm seemed to roll up from her toes sending her whole body into a spasm, she bit her lip as she attempted to stifle the groan of satisfaction.
"What are you doing?" asked Sig.
Samantha's eyes snapped open and she jumped out of Sig's bed. Her hands dropped to cover her femininity and she was blushing from head to toe.
"Sorry, I just needed some privacy" said Samantha her voice barely above a whisper.
"What did you say?" asked Sig stepping forward.
"I just needed some privacy" repeated Samantha.
"Privacy? It doesn't exist on a boat" said Sig.
"I'm realizing that right now" said Samantha her eyes glued to the floor.
Sig took Samantha's sudden interest in the floor as an invitation to study her. He looked at her hair, probably messy from rolling across his pillow, next he noticed that her shirt was still pulled up slightly revealing her flat stomach. One hand was covering her sex, the other was held to the side fingers still glistening with her arousal. Her legs were bare as were her feet. Sig's eyes traveled back to her face which was no longer looking at the floor but watching his inspection of her body. Her cheeks were still visibly flaming pink even in the low light of the room but her eyes were strangely blank. Sig's eyes moved back to Samantha's hand which was moving from it's place at her side. He watched transfixed as she moved the wet fingers into her mouth. Samantha licked her fingers clean her eyes locked on Sig's. Moving her fingers out of her mouth she retrieved her pants from the bed and slipped into them. Then with an air of grace completely out of place given her current situation she walked past Sig and out the door.
Samantha's head was whirling, she'd just been caught masturbating in Sig's bed by Sig. And to make matters worse she'd licked her fingers, which was really something she only did without an audience, but in the moment she'd wanted to do something to shock Sig speechless. She'd just passed the galley when Eric appeared in the hallway.
"Hey, I didn't think you'd be up" he said quietly.
"I was just heading back to bed" replied Samantha.
"Can I talk to you for minute, about what happened earlier" said Eric.
"Sure" said Samantha.
They both sat down at the galley table, Eric pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered Samantha one. She declined and waited patiently while he lit one.
"I just wanted to say thank you for saving my life" said Eric.
"You're welcome. I'm glad you're ok" said Samantha.
"I know the rules and I didn't even remember them. I wanted to get the shot and you were the only one on that deck that could have pulled me back" said Eric. "Thanks for looking out of me."
"In all honesty, I just pulled you back because you were walking behind the table, I didn't see the pot fall until it actually crashed" explained Samantha.
Eric was surprised, he'd assumed that Samantha had seen the dogs fail and had pulled him back because of it.
"I've been trying to notate the footage from today, we drop it tomorrow, but I can't. Watching it makes me sick right now" said Eric forlornly.
"I imagine almost dying could do that to a person, no matter how professional. Do you want me to do it for you?" asked Samantha.
"You don't have to. I didn't tell you because I wanted you to do my work for me" said Eric.
"I don't mind, it probably won't take me very long" said Samantha.
"If you're sure, I'll happily give you the tapes and the notebooks" said Eric.
"Go get them, I'll do them out here so I can have some coffee while I notate" said Samantha.
Eric retrieved the tapes and set up the camera for Samantha. She started the tape and quickly began the notations in the notebook. She was so absorbed in her work she didn't see Edgar slink into the kitchen for some coffee. Edgar watched Samantha scribble down notes on the pad of paper and realized that she had no idea he was even in the room. Sneaking up behind her he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"If you are going to strangle me at least wait until I'm done with this tape" said Samantha.
"I'm not going to strangle you" said Edgar.
"Oh, sorry I thought you were Sig" said Samantha pulling the earphones off her ears.
"Why would Sig want to strangle you?" asked Edgar.
"Because I was inappropriately using his stateroom for my own nefarious purposes" said Samantha.
"Could you dumb that sentence down a little, it's 3 am and I'm a fisherman" said Edgar.
"I was in his stateroom without permission" said Samantha.
"What were you doing?" asked Edgar.
"I was just looking for a little privacy" said Samantha.
"It doesn't exist on a crab boat" said Edgar.
"I realize that...now" said Samantha.
"So are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to wait for me to hear it from Sig?" asked Edgar.
"I think you should just wait and hear it from Sig, I'm sure he will make a much bigger deal about it than I will" said Samantha.
"You're sure? Because I'm going to go ask him right now" said Edgar.
"Go ahead, I have to finish this tape" said Samantha.
"Fine, I'm going. Last chance to tell me yourself" said Edgar.
"Bye" said Samantha slipping back on the earphones.
Edgar walked up to the wheelhouse with his coffee expecting to find Sig gleefully sitting in his chair. Instead he found a very disheveled Sig pacing back and forth behind his chair.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Edgar.
"You're here, great" said Sig.
"Is something wrong with the chair?" asked Edgar.
"No, I'm just not in the mood to sit" said Sig.
"What happened with Samantha?" asked Edgar.
Sig turned slowly eyeing Edgar menacingly. Edgar unconsciously took a step backward.
"What did she say to you?" asked Sig.
"She said you were mad at her for 'inappropriate activity in your stateroom' or something like that, she said it much better" said Edgar.
"Did she say what she was doing?" asked Sig.
"No, she said I could hear it from you" said Edgar.
Sig stopped pacing and turned to light a cigarette.
"Tell me already" said Edgar impatiently.
"She was masturbating on my bed" said Sig.
Edgar's jaw dropped to the floor and he stopped breathing for a moment or two. When air became a necessity he drew in a huge breath.
"You are the biggest fucking liar" said Edgar running his fingers through his hair.
"I'm not lying" said Sig.
"What was she doing?" asked Edgar.
Sig just gave him a look of disbelief.
"Fine, I can imagine what she was doing, but it would be much more stimulating if you described it to me" said Edgar.
"She was laying on my bed touching herself" said Sig.
"What was she wearing?" asked Edgar.
"A shirt" said Sig.
"No pants?" said Edgar.
"No pants" said Sig.
"Describe it to me. Tell me just what you are going to write in your letter to Penthouse" begged Edgar.
"No" said Sig simply.
"Fine, who's name did she call when she came? Or did you interrupt her before she was finished?" asked Edgar.
"She finished and she didn't call anyone's name" said Sig. "Are you here to take your turn at watch or what?"
"Yeah, fine I'm taking over" said Edgar. "Don't get your panties in a twist."
"I'm going to bed" said Sig.
"I bet" said Edgar with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Fuck you Edgar" said Sig.
Edgar sat in the chair wondering what Samantha was thinking using Sig's room. If she really wanted to work off some of her sexual energy she could have gone to him. He made a mental note to offer his services.
Sig tossed and turned on his bed, his pillow smelled like Samantha's shampoo and her was fairly sure that somewhere on his sleeping bag there had probably been a wet spot from her earlier activities. He could swear he smelled the scent in the air. He couldn't believe he was getting hard again. Sig had already taken care of his earlier erection the moment Samantha had walked out of the room. He hadn't even made it to the bathroom or bothered to close the door. He'd just pulled out his cock given it a few quick strokes and cum all over his hand. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hard twice in a day without a women actually touching him. Samantha hadn't laid a finger on him, yet the memory of her touching herself was going to make him jack off again in the span of a few hours. With a frustrated sigh Sig flung himself out of bed and headed down to the galley for a snack.