Author's Note:Please be warned that this chapter includes smut and behaviour that could be seen as indecent and salacious, including the use of words or insinuations of a very dubious, unseemly or otherwise downright dirty nature, from the outset.

The following morning
Tuesday

North of the British Virgin Islands
Position: 20.3752° N 72.5398° W
Course: 092°, Speed: 20 knots, 939nm logged

At midnight, Dave and I climbed up to the Bridge.

For once, we were together on watch.

"You two get to bed and don't wake anybody!" I said to the two girls as they headed below.

Megan turned and grinned at me.

"I hope you two are going to behave..."

"I always behave, little Megan," I replied with a wink.

Megan grimaced and ran after Chloe.

"You are going to behave I assume?" Dave enquired.

"Are you...?" I teased, walking around the Bridge and locking each access door.

"Navigation first – play later..."

"Horseshit!" I replied as I gently released the clips on my bikini top and allowed it to fall to the deck.

Dave just shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. I also noticed a growing bulge in his shorts as I stepped out of my own. It felt kind of weird to be standing completely naked on the Bridge, but who gave a shit!

..._...

I sat on the back of the couch while Dave dropped his shorts to the deck and then pulled off his t-shirt in one swift movement. He was definitely ready and as hard as he ever got. He gently ran his hands over my bare chest and I yelped when his rough, manly palms rubbed over my hyper-sensitive and very erect nipples. I kissed my husband on the lips deeply and passionately while his left hand made its way downwards, across my stomach. I tingled all over as I felt his fingers running down through my pubic hair and towards my engorged, and very ready, labia.

His very touch had my heart racing and my breathing increasing like I had just fought a major battle against a hundred ninjas. My increasing arousal was intoxicating and I began to forget that I was on a mega-yacht, with eleven other people onboard, fast asleep below. All that mattered, was me and Dave, everything else came a distant second at that moment.

Dave also enjoyed my initial stages of arousal as my breasts enlarged and my heart raced, just as much as I did. I always began to moan – I couldn't help it! My hips would move, totally unbidden, as his ministrations put my body on auto-pilot and up on the proverbial cloud nine. My insides, especially my lower regions, felt like live grenades were exploding within me. Then I was struck by sensations that made me feel like I was being Tasered. I could do nothing but arch my back over the couch and then it hit me full strength and...

I screamed and I screamed.

..._...

As I was coming down from my cloud nine, I was suddenly very thankful that there was an entire deck between us and everybody else who was sleeping! I kissed my husband like I had never kissed him before and then, it was my turn to return the favour once my I was able to breathe again.

I sank down onto my knees – mainly because my legs wouldn't support me, but also as I needed to, and I gave Dave the best damn blow-job he had ever had.

Damn – Mindy was on a roll that night.

Her perspiration covered skin reflected the red lighting that illuminated the bridge and it made her look somewhat sinister, naked and bathed in red light. She may have been Hit Girl, she may have been Mindy, but right at that moment, she was my wife. Her orgasm had been epic, one of her best, and I felt very pleased for causing it... Now she was determined to return the favour and Mindy being Mindy – well, she was never to be outdone!

Her lips wrapped around me and she took me in deep before gently pulling back and licking me from top to bottom, concentrating on the more sensitive areas and I felt my legs beginning to weaken as she picked up speed. I closed my eyes, visualising her supple but muscular body, bathed in sweat. I had a feeling that I was the only person in the world that Mindy would actually kneel down before – willingly at least...

..._...

I suddenly had the weirdest thought – what if we had a collision right then, right at that moment? I could visualise the court of enquiry: '… and what were you doing at the time of the collision, Mr Lizewski?'

My answer? It would have to be truth...

'Fingering my wife to an explosive orgasm and then receiving the best damn blow-job known to man!'

I actually laughed and accidentally drove myself further into Mindy's mouth which made her choke for a moment. She glanced up at me for a moment her eyes wide, but then she smirked before eagerly returning to her meal.

I had no problem with the deep-throat part – it was just a bit of a surprise...

What Dave was laughing about while I had him in my mouth, I had absolutely no idea – however, if he was happy, then so was I... At that moment, I had the weirdest thought – what if somebody walked in on us? Would I continue, or would I stop? Hey, I was Hit Girl – I'd just keep on blowing!

I sensed that Dave was struggling to stand as I ran my tongue around the top of his cock, enjoying the saltiness of his pre-cum and I could feel the blood throbbing inside him as it kept him hard. He was moaning and groaning, his hips moving rhythmically with my head as I moved up and down him.

Then I felt it, a small tremor, and then another – Dave was about to blow...

..._...

It felt like a flamethrower had just hit the back of my throat – the liquid actually burnt! There was an awful lot of the salty, but sweet tasting fluid as it continued to pump up into my mouth. I swallowed as much of the liquid as fast as I could but I still felt some oozing out between my lips and dribbling down my chin. Dave pulled himself away from my mouth and I swallowed the last of him, licking my lips clean.

He sank to the deck of the Bridge behind the couch and did his best to control his breathing which was heavy to say the least. I giggled at the sight of my husband struggling to breathe.

I was very proud of myself.

At ten to four that morning, the aft Bridge door opened and Cathy strode in with Abby.

Cathy sniffed the air, gazed over at Dave and I, then grimaced at Abby.

"Dirty bastards!" The fifteen-year-old girl growled as she scowled at us both.

"What?"

"Don't play innocent with me, girl," Cathy chuckled. "The Bridge stinks of sex!"

I sniffed the air myself, not detecting anything out of the ordinary. It must be the doctor in Cathy.

"Smells like my daughter's apartment..." Cathy added.

I felt myself blushing and decided to go find Cathy some coffee. Dave just smirked. As I returned, I heard Cathy talking.

"Was it good?"

"The best!" Dave replied and I felt myself grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, Mindy seems to be positively floating across the deck!" Cathy commented.

At 09:00, after breakfast, we reduced speed to twenty knots and rendezvoused with USS Churchill.

It was the first chance that Ryan had had to check on his Command. It took a couple of hours from first sighting the destroyer, to us coming together and cruising on a course of 130° together. The destroyer smoothly and expertly pulled alongside and adjusted her speed to keep pace two-hundred yards to starboard.

We exchanged courtesy messages over the radio while Ryan used the satellite phone to get a more in depth update from his Executive Officer, Lieutenant Commander Wes Edwards.

USS Churchill

"Fuck me!" The sailor commented. "The one in the blue and white bikini has some awesome curves!"

"Let me see!"

The two sailors jostled for the mounted 'Big Eye' binoculars – the second sailor forced his mate off and glued his own eyes to the lenses.

"You're right – awesome tits and curves... What have we here? Another girl in a purple number – she looks damn fuckable – hold on blue and white girl is lying down on the sun-pad, tits down... She's untying her top..."

"Watch boring you?" Came a voice from behind.

..._...

The two sailors span around to see their worst nightmare.

"Morning, XO, sir!" The two sailors called out, standing at attention as the Executive Office put his eyes to their binoculars.

After a few seconds, the officer stood up and turned to the two unfortunate sailors.

"You two wouldn't be ogling the Skipper's semi-naked daughter now, would you? Nor the Skipper's semi-naked and very close friend?"

"No XO!"

"Get back to work!"

Mindy and I took the opportunity to top up our tan on the Sun Deck.

I had selected my most revealing bikini and received a very disapproving scowl from my father for wearing it – he knew, as I did, that there were 348 enlisted sailors and 31 officers two-hundred yards away.

I wanted no tan lines, so I opted to undo my bikini top for that all over tan. Josh appeared and he readily rubbed in some sun block – I did not want to get burnt! Mindy also allowed him to do the same with her back – Josh actually looked very uneasy; I think he expected Mindy to attack him...

I was pleased for Daddy – he missed his ship, but I knew that he was enjoying the time with Mom and me, plus Curtis. I was enjoying the extra time with Daddy; it was special and I knew that Mom was overjoyed at the extra time she had with her husband.

The cruise was perfect and it benefited everybody – we could all let our hair down and just be kids for a change. We had left all the trouble behind, in Chicago. Nobody was shooting at us; nobody was getting injured – we were in paradise.

..._...

I had been worried about my best friend, Mindy.

The past few months had been very difficult for her. As I gazed over at my friend, dozing happily in the sun, I was able to visualise all the times that she had been in pain, both physically and mentally. I had shared her pain when Marcus had been shot; the anger that she had felt in Gotham when Megan and Curtis had been injured. The sadness when she had taken custody of Anne-Marie and Danny after their father had been killed. We had all shared the pain when Paige had been shot down and we had all stood beside Megan and Marcus during their pain.

Mindy had almost lost another, a hundred stories up above Chicago – Stephanie had survived what had to have been the scariest night of her life and Mindy had adopted the girl. Mindy now had two families – her own and Fusion. I felt great pride at being such a close and personal friend to Mindy – it was almost two years since we had first met and I never regretted a moment.

We stayed with the American warship until 15:00 when we altered course for the last time towards our ultimate destination, Antigua.

That evening

St John's, Antigua
Position: 17.1327° N 61.8632° W
1,331nm logged

We had arrived!

Atlantic Storm entered Deepwater Harbour at a little after seven, that evening. To port, moored alongside the dock we could see HMS Dragon. We came around and went alongside, starboard side to the dock and facing the sea, about a hundred or so yards from the destroyer's bow. The 500-foot British warship towered above our meagre 120-foot yacht. Ahead of us were two giant cruise ships, moored at the head of the harbour.

As soon as we were secured and satisfied the Customs Officers, Abby was left in charge of the little monsters while the senior crew members got changed for that evening's activities.