I slipped out of the house. Nobody woke up or stirred. I hit the beach and began to run, not caring where I was going.
It was always like this whenever I was home from a mission. Life as a civilian could get boring as fuck, and the stressful memories of battle came flooding back. It wasn’t like I feared or missed it, but for some reason my brain always went to the dark moments when I had a second to myself. But when I was out running, my mind could be still and calm.
I kept going until the sun began to rise. That was my cue to turn around and head back. It’s probably breakfast time at the house, I thought as I got closer and closer to Jonathan’s private beach.
That was when I saw him. Standing out by the waves with two huge fishing rods was Jonathan himself. He was dressed like a stereotypical fisherman, including a bucket hat and a vest with lures pinned all over it. Frankly, I thought he looked like a dumbass, but he didn’t seem so bad most of the time. He was definitely not the worst guy Lucille had brought home at least.
He looked up as I approached.
“Morning, Nathan,” he said.
“Morning, Jonathan. Fishing?”
“Every day.”
“Catch anything?”
“Almost never, but I like the calm out here.”
I nodded. “I completely understand that.”
He looked at me appraisingly. “Have fun yesterday?”
“I did, sir.”
“She held up okay?”
“Claire? She was fine, sir. Almost caught a fish, actually.”
Jonathan laughed. “I meant the boat, but I’m glad she had fun, too.”
“The boat was good. She’s a beauty. I could ride her all around the harbor all day long.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “So could I.”
I wasn’t going to tell him that I wasn’t talking about the boat. Instead, I was thinking about putting his daughter’s face down in the sand while I slammed by fat cock deep into her pussy over and over again. Apparently, the run hadn’t done a damn thing for my desire to fuck Claire’s virgin cunt one bit.
“I was wondering,” he said slowly, “what your plans are for this summer?”
“No plans. Just some R&R.”
“I have an idea. Any interest in working on one of my boats?”
I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t particularly want to work for Claire’s father, considering he was clearly something of a control freak, but I did need a job. It wasn’t every day that one just simply presented itself at the perfect moment.
“Doing what?”
“Tours, mostly. You’d take tourists out, drive them around the bay, let them fish for a little bit, and then bring them back. Easiest money you’ll ever make.”
“Sounds like something I could do.”
“Full disclosure, I’m going to ask Claire to work as well. Since the two of you got along so well, I was hoping maybe you could instill some of that Navy discipline into her.”
I grinned at that. I wanted to give something of the Navy to her, but it wasn’t our discipline. Oh, sure, I wanted to spank her thick ass and pull her hair hard until she begged me to do it again. I wanted to teach her how to take a cock and finish it off. Maybe I’d even practice some of those knots I’d barely ever used since basic training. But the thing I really wanted to give her was my hard dick, plain and simple, no discipline needed.
“Maybe I could help with that, sir.”
“That’d be wonderful. I’m sure she looks up to you already.”
“I doubt that, sir. Claire and her friend Lydie are very independent.”
Jonathan frowned at that name. “Lydie, well, she was always a troublemaker.”
“They’re just bored out here.”
“Exactly right, exactly right. That’s why I’m giving you both jobs. Keep you from getting too bored.”
I sighed and pretended like I was mulling it over, but already I’d decided to take it. Being out on a boat all day long with Claire and some drunk tourists seemed like a good time, and I’d be making money from it, too. Felt like a winning combination.
“Okay,” I said, nodding, “I’ll take the job.”
He beamed. “Wonderful. That’s so wonderful. Look, why don’t you head in, and I’ll tell Claire all about it over breakfast.”
“Sounds good.”
He nodded and began to reel in his line as I headed off. I was practically walking on air, grinning to myself and whistling. My summer was definitely looking up already.
Once inside, I climbed the stairs to our floor and stripped off my shirt. I tossed it into my open doorway and then pushed open the bathroom door.
“Hey!” Claire said frantically. “I’m in here!”