A Girl, A Boy and A Boat Pt. 05

"Half-a-dozen times." He mumbled, ashamed by his admission.

"And they all paid you?"

"Yes." His voice was barely more than a self-conscious whisper, "They all paid me."

Speechless for the moment Samantha sat back and reflected on what he had just told her.

"Would you... I mean if you're approached again.... Would you... you know, do it?" She asked trying to gather her thoughts.

"Not a chance. You're all I want. But I... I guess that changes things for you?"

Standing up she held out her hand to him and smiled, "Not a chance mister. You told me you loved me and that was all that mattered. Well, I can honestly say the same thing. I love you Rob and that's all that I care about. Now why don't we go back to bed?"

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It was a quarter past ten when they returned to the galley for a very late and relaxed breakfast. After they had finished Sam jumped in the shower alone, only because there wasn't room for them both in the tiny cubicle, leaving Rob to clear up in the galley before taking his turn to shave and get cleaned up.

He had suggested they take the boat out for the morning but as it was now close to eleven-thirty they changed it to the afternoon. Only having the sundress she had been wearing the previous night, Sam's first task now they were up was to go home and get a change of clothes.

"Will you be ok to go alone while I get things ready?" He called from the shower.

Of course I will silly, I'll be half an hour at most. Just make sure you don't go without me."

She laughed, kissing him on the cheek when he stuck his head out to say goodbye, then she hurried off down the quayside leaving him to get dressed and make the necessary preparations.

'He loves me.'

'He doesn't care about what I did.'

About half way back to the house she shared with Francine, still lost in her thoughts about Rob Davenport, she decided she had better turn her phone back on.

Immediately her mobile buzzed to indicate she had a message.

Holding her breath, she hesitantly checked her screen, alarmed to see she had 2 voicemails from Valentine; one from the previous evening while the other had been sent in the early hours of that morning.

" You don't walk out on me bitch. I own you and you better get your arse back here if you don't want anything to happen to that boyfriend of yours."

Double checking the time, she saw it had been sent last night about an hour after she had dumped Andy Reynolds at the hotel.

Trembling she listened to the next one sent a few hours later.

"This is your last warning slut. You're mine, so get yourself to my place now or you'll fucking regret it."

Hurrying back to her house she grabbed the things she needed and rushed back to the boat, looking nervously over her shoulder the whole way there.

Rob was on deck waiting for her when she returned and immediately noticed how agitated she was.

"What's up? You didn't see Valentine did you?"

"No. No I didn't." Sam shook her head.

"Maybe he really has given up on you then." Even though his voice sounded hopeful he didn't feel it.

"I was on my way home when I thought I'd better put my phone back on and...." She began sombrely.

"And?" He interrupted, unable to keep the concern out of his voice.

Sam bit her lip uneasily, "There were a couple of messages."

"Oh."

Slipping her arms about his neck she went up on tiptoe and kissed him.

"They were from Valentine."

"So, you didn't speak to him?"

She shook her head, "No. They were just voicemails from last night."

"What did they say?"

Handing him her phone she waited as he stood quietly frowning while he listened to them.

"What do you think Rob? What is he going to do?"

"I don't know but he clearly hasn't taken your decision lying down." He smiled and kissed her lightly, "We should really talk to Henry."

"Henry? You mentioned him before. What can he do?"

"Henry Legrande. Well, he's a sergeant with the Saint Martin police as well as my best friend." Rob explained to her, "I'm sure he'll be able to come up with something."

"Do you really think Valentine will carry out his threats then?" The concerns about the messages she had received came back to her as they talked.

"Don't worry about it. I'll speak to my friend but I'm sure it'll all be ok."

Slightly reassured she put her bag in the main bedroom before joining Rob topside.

"We need a few things from the store if you want to come with me."

Samantha nodded eagerly, the hour or so she had been apart from him had seemed like an eternity and she didn't want to be anywhere other than by his side for the rest of the day.

Holding hands, they strolled up to the market, picking up the provisions he wanted, before stopping to have a late lunch in the square.

"We can still take the boat out this afternoon?" He suggested as they headed back to the Pegasus, "If you want to."

"Can we!" The way her eyes lit up when he said it made Rob chuckle.

"Well, I did say it this morning so...."

He never got to finish his sentence as Sam flung her arms about his neck and kissed him.

Half an hour later she was standing excitedly on the bridge with him as he guided the vessel through the numerous moored boats and out of the harbour entrance.

"Here, take the wheel." Once they were out at sea, he went to hand her the steering.

"No... no, I... I can't... I don't know.... how...."

Ignoring her protests, he put her hands on the controls and proceeded to instruct a giggling Sam as to what the various levers and buttons were for.

For the next ten minutes Rob stood behind her holding onto her hands, his body pressed up against her with his now erect cock nudging her bottom.

"Is that a mast in your shorts captain? Or are you just pleased to see me?"

Twisting her head around Sam grinned at him making him blush.

"Oh err... its..."

Kissing him she cut him off mid-sentence and chuckled, "It's ok. After last night and this morning, I have a very good idea what it is."

It was about an hour or so later when Rob brought the boat into a deserted little bay with a white sandy beach and crystal-clear water.

"Swim time?" He winked at her as he dropped the anchor to secure the vessel.

Sam grinned, "What if I didn't bring a costume?"

"Oh err... yeah I... I didn't think...."

Laughing at his obvious embarrassment she peeled off her sundress and posed in the tiny pink bikini she had bought when she had first arrived on the island but had never had the nerve to wear.

"Good job I did then."

Rob just grinned at her and shook his head before diving off the boat and into the sea.

'Here goes nothing'

Sam thought to herself as she held her nose and, following him over the side, jumped feet first into the water.

Coming up she spluttered and looked around, slightly concerned that she couldn't see him, then let out a loud shriek when he came up behind her, deftly untying her bikini top and yanking it off her.

"You rotten sod." She shouted as she watched him throw it up onto the boat.

"The bottoms are next." He grinned and started after her as she went to swim away.

Samantha considered herself a reasonably proficient swimmer but she was no match for Rob. His powerful freestyle quickly overtook her more sedate breaststroke and as he caught up with her he pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

She had barely started to respond when his hands grabbed the sides of her bikini bottoms and started to haul them down her legs.

The ensuing struggle was punctuated by numerous shrieks and a lot of laughter until the two of them parted; Sam holding up his shorts as her trophy while he had her thong in his hand.

Enjoying the water, they splashed around for another ten minutes holding each other and kissing as their hands wandered freely over the other person's naked body.

Breathless they eventually swam back to the boat, Sam climbing the ladder first and giving Rob a glorious view of her hairless treasure as he clambered up behind her, gazing up between her legs.

Dropping onto the bench seat at the stern he drew Sam into his arms and kissed her ardently while she lay on top of him her modest breasts crushed to his chest.

The passionate kissing quickly turned to groping and it wasn't long before Sam was laid back on the outdoor seating, her legs spread wide, with Rob thrusting steadily into her.

Gazing up into the blue sky she writhed with delight as he fucked her, arching her back upwards and urging him deeper.

"Yes... oh yes, yes... don't stop... oh Rob... don't ever stop."

Whimpering softly, she clung to her lover, her painted nails digging into his shoulders as she felt the ecstasy rapidly building inside her.

His mouth found hers again, their tongues teasing together while he continued to piston his shaft into her warm, wet quim.

"Oh fuck, oh Rob... oh... shit.... I'm.... so close...I'm gonna." Her voice rose to a high-pitched shriek.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh..... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Unable to hold back any longer he drove into her again and again finally, burying his manhood in her depths, he erupted, hosing her womb with his precious seed.

"Cuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Matching him Sam arched up against his muscular body, squealing in delight as she came a fraction of a second later, her own climax ripping through her as he flooded her belly with what seemed like a gallon of his man cream.

It was a good couple of minutes before he had recovered sufficiently to be able to push himself up off of her. Looking up at him as she lay spreadeagled, she started giggling hilariously, his cum oozing from her gaping slit.

"What's so funny?"

She bit her lower lip and blushed, "Just that was the first time I've had sex outdoors under the open sky and it was on a boat."

Snorting he went to retrieve his shorts from where they had been dropped.

"Well get used to it. It's going to happen a lot if you keep wearing bikinis like this."

Picking up the two scraps of material that comprised her swim suit he threw it to her.

"Thanks." Catching it she got up and flounced past him, tossing her hair back, "But I think I'll stay naked if it's all the same to you."

Grinning he made a grab for her making her shriek loudly and squirm out of the way of his hands.

"Unhand me sir, you've already ruined my reputation."

"What reputation wench."

Managing to swat her backside before she was completely out of reach, he tidied himself up before pulling up the anchor and starting the engine to head back to the marina.

As they started their return journey Sam emerged from the galley, drinks in hand, and handing him his she went forward, taking the opportunity to stretch out and sunbathe nude on the foredeck. Closing her eyes, it didn't take very long before the warmth of the sun and the rocking movement of the boat coerced her into sleep.

She wasn't sure what woke her; whether it was the change to the noise of the engine or the slowing of their movement through the water but her eyelids fluttered open, staring up at the sky, just as she heard the man's voice.

"Hey there Rob."

Sitting up she turned to see another boat not more than ten metres away, two smiling black men standing at the front waving at them.

"Hi Silas, hi Joseph." She had barely registered that Rob had called back to them when she suddenly remembered that she was stark naked,

"You pig!" Sam shrieked, leaping to her feet she snatched up her bikini, trying to cover herself with her arms as she rushed below to get dressed, "You did that on purpose."

Behind her all she could hear was the three men laughing.

By the time she had put her miniscule costume back on and returned to the bridge she was greeted by a smirking Rob, the other boat now just a small smudge in the distance.

"I suppose you thought that was funny?" She tried to be angry with him and managed a two second frown before starting to grin back at him.

"Actually, I thought you would have woken up earlier but..."

"You're a pig. I don't know what I'm doing with you?" Punching his shoulder lightly she smiled and then wrapped her arms around him.

"Still love me?" He asked sheepishly.

Leaning up she kissed him, "Maybe. I'll think about it and let you know."

Returning the kiss he wrapped an arm about her, pulling her affectionately up against him.

"Only a maybe?" He asked as he reluctantly let his lips separate from hers.

"Ok, a bit more than maybe." She giggled and cuddled up to him.

Samantha could hardly believe the change. Just a couple of days ago she had thought that Rob would never want her, knowing what she was. And now, she was in his arms and thinking about what the future might bring for them as long as Valentine D'Souza left them alone.

"Penny for them?" He asked.

She shook her head and lied, "I'm just happy."

'Valentine wouldn't though would he.'

'It would be her fault if anything happened to Rob.'

'Perhaps it would be better if she just disappeared.'

All the negative thoughts that she had had previously went through her mind as she stood there wondering what was going to happen to the two of them.

They remained like that, snuggled together on the bridge, until they reached the harbour, then she moved away leaving Rob free to carefully navigate through the various other vessels to their berth.

Tied up to the quay Samantha made them both a coffee, bringing them up on deck so they could drink them as they sat in the late afternoon sunshine.

"I suppose I should turn my phone back on."

"You switched it off again?" Rob looked at her somewhat puzzled.

She nodded, "I... I was worried that I might get a call from Valentine and I didn't want to answer it while I was by myself."

"Best turn it on then and we can see what he's got to say for himself."

Sitting back, he took a mouthful of his coffee and watched her as her phone booted up.

Studying the screen for a moment she looked up at him and frowned.

"Just a message and a missed call from Francine that's all. There's nothing from him."

"Hmmmm, I'm not sure if that's good or bad."

"What do you mean?" His response to the lack of any further sort of threat from the gangster made Sam shiver nervously as she again started to worry.

"I'm not convinced he's just going to let you go like that, that's all." Rob said thoughtfully, "We really need to speak to Henry and sooner rather than later."

Setting the problem of the pimp aside they finished their coffee and Sam went down to the galley to prepare an evening meal while Rob tidied the boat getting it ready for the coming week.

"That was absolutely amazing." Rob put his cutlery down and leant back as he swallowed his last mouthful.

"You don't have to exaggerate." Across the small table in the galley Sam blushed, "I know I'm not much of a cook but it was ok I guess."

"Well, I thought it was great."

Getting up she collected the dishes and went to wash up.

"How do you feel about meeting my parents tonight?" Rob's question stopped her mid-stride.

"Do you think that's wise? This is a small island. What if they.... you know... what if they know what I was....." She answered him hesitantly without turning around.

"They'll love you babe." Moving up behind her he hugged her to him and told her, "It's not about who or what you were in the past, it's about what you do now that matters."

"Ok. If you're sure." Despite the fact she was still uncertain she reluctantly agreed to meet his mother and father.

"I want them to meet my girlfriend. That's all."

Looking up at him Sam giggled, "I like that, 'your girlfriend'.

He chuckled, "Yeah I kind of like it to."

Having let herself be persuaded to go; it was with a sense of impending disaster that she stood nervously outside Rob's parent's home a short while later.

"Mum, dad. It's me." He called out as they walked in, "I've brought a friend with me."

"Rob." His mother scuttled out of the living room to greet them in the hallway, stopping in her tracks and staring at Sam.

"Mum this is Samantha, my girlfriend. Sam this is my mum."

"Well, you're a turn up for the book, it's been a long time since Rob brought a girl home." Martha Davenport smiled and gave her a welcoming hug, "Not since Stephanie in fact."

"Thank you Mrs Davenport." A blushing Sam replied.

"Enough of the Mrs Davenport. My name's Martha. Now come in and meet my husband while I make us some tea."

For the next hour the two of them sat and chatted with his parents and slowly, when no mention of her recently terminated employment or involvement with Valentine D'Souza was brought up, she started to relax a little.

"Another cup or would you prefer something else?" Martha eventually enquired glancing between her son and his girlfriend.

They both agreed a coffee would be nice.

"Could you give me a hand Samantha?"

It was just seven words but, along with Martha Davenport's expression, they made her blood run cold when the older woman said them to her.

"Oh err.... sure." She answered, docilely following her out to the kitchen.

"So, you're the new girl on the island? The one whoring for Valentine D'Souza that everyone has been talking about?" Rob's mother immediately asked when they were alone.

Samantha froze, her face draining of its colour, "I err... I... yes."

"And now you're my son's girlfriend?" The tone of Martha's voice was flat.

She just nodded, standing transfixed like a deer caught in a car's headlights.

"Does he know you're a prostitute?"

The words cut into Sam and once again she considered if Rob would be better off if she just went.

"Yes, he knows what I was, but I quit. I've stopped..." Her sentence trailed off weakly.

"It's ok dear, what you used to do is none of my business although I can't say I approve. However, what I want to know is what your intentions are towards my son?"

"I.... I love him." She blurted out without thinking.

"And Valentine?"

Swallowing nervously Samantha looked at Martha and answered as honestly as she could, "Like I said I've done with all that. The moment I met Rob I knew it. It was a mistake. One I deeply regret. But I promise you I would rather die than hurt your son."

The older woman looked at her for a moment, obviously weighing her up, and then smiled.

"You know I haven't seen Robert this happy since before Stephanie walked out on him. And you, well I can tell by your eyes that you feel the same way about him."

"I don't know anything about love but I've never felt this way about anyone before." Sam replied quietly, "But I can tell you I mean it when I say I would rather die than see anything happen to him."

Almost in unison the two women embraced.

"Just look after him for me."

With tears in her eyes Sam promised she would.

"Thank you." Martha whispered, smiling and wiping her own eyes, "Now we had better get these drinks sorted."

It wasn't until they were back at the boat that Rob finally got to ask his girlfriend about the private conversation she had had in the kitchen.

"What did my mother want to talk to you about?"

"You mostly." Samantha answered honestly, "Plus the fact that she knew all about me."

"You're kidding? How did she find out?"

She laughed, "I told you. It's a small island and scandal travels."

"So do I have to expect a call from her about my choice of girlfriend?"

"No, I think I saved you from her wrath." Slipping her arms about his neck she told him cheekily, "But you owe me for that, big time."

"Really? And pray can I ask what your recompense will be?"

Sam giggled and bit her bottom lip coyly, "I'll let you off if you take me to bed and make love to me for the whole night."

"The whole night?"

"Mmhhmm... all eight hours of it."