Chapter 11 – Playtime before a nap
We all climb aboard using the ladder Jake had hung out for us. There’s a pile of towels generously left out for us. We remove our weight belts and towel ourselves off.
The four of us talk back and forth amongst ourselves about our exciting little adventure. It takes a few minutes until I’ve stopped shaking and can look back upon it with humor and self-deprecation. Andria comments that she and I will have quite the story to tell our roommate Stephanie once we get back to the States.
Andria and her naughty companion Emiko retrieve their bikini tops from us. We had tucked into our weight belts when we first discovered them in the passageway on the wreck down below. After being trapped in that cargo hold, they had cleverly managed to toss them out the door into the hallway in an effort to alert us to their location.
It was a good thing we found them when we did. Otherwise they might have perished down there. We might never have found them.
The four of us head down into the depths of the sailboat for a well-earned lunch. Jake and Almonte have a small table set up. There’s a nice spread of sandwiches, fruit, fish and beverages.
We help ourselves, filling up our plates and taking up seats where we can find them. Shiori and Emiko sit together on one side of the small area. Andria and I take up the other side. Jake and Almonte sit together near the doorway to the deck.
Almonte has the skin tone of someone having lived in Central America. His Hispanic accent is charming. He seems to fit in well with our group.
I’m surprised he’s hooked up with a couple of oriental beauties. He presents the tale of how they all met in a quaint little shop in Cancun. So they all decided to hang out together for the remainder of their stay.
Something in his explanation does not quite ring true. But his two lady friends are all smiles. So I shrug it off.
I trust Shiori and Emiko. They smile coyly at Andria and I. I smile back as I nibble on a tasty piece of fish.
Andria starts talking about our harrowing tale down on the wreck. Naturally Jake and Almonte want to know every detail. I see Emiko blush as my roommate candidly talks about their little fondling escapade in the cargo hold.
Apparently the ship settled or something, wedging the door on them. Tossing their bikini tops out into the passageway for us to find was Emiko’s idea. Andria thanks her again for her ingenuity and bravery during the time they were trapped inside.
Shiori then tells everyone about my bravery. She insists I narrate my part of the drama. It’s odd how it seems so long ago, even though it only happened within the last hour.
Reliving it brings back the concerns I had over Andria’s safety. I can’t help getting a little teary-eyed. Seeing the watchful faces all around me, I go into as much detail as I can, suspecting they want to hear it all.
I try not to make myself sound like too much of a hero. But what I leave out, Shiori more than makes up for. She tells everyone how much I sacrificed my own air to make sure others got enough.
She describes in detail how I went to the stairwell to find the pipe to help pry the cargo door open. She explains how she helped me get it back down the stairwell. Then she tells everyone how I made sure they could all navigate the corridor enough to get out of the wreck.
As a result, the scuba tank ended up running out of air. She relates how bravely I swam out. She says I must have known I would not get another breath until I surfaced.
I remind her that if she had not helped me, I might not have reached the surface at all. She just looks at me with the greatest of respect in her eyes. I’m embarrassed when she says it is an honor to be in the presence of someone who exhibited such courage and bravery in the face of such great obstacles. There are tears in my eyes again when they all raise their glasses in a toast to me.
Lunch finally breaks up. Everyone pitches in to help clean things up and stow things away. Then Andria and Emiko wave Shiori and me upstairs, telling us they will finish up.
My newfound friend and I head topside along with Jake and Almonte. Those two hang out around the stern of the vessel to talk quietly amongst themselves. Shiori and I head forward toward the bow.
The two of us stand near the railing, looking out over the ocean. The top of the reef Andria and I explored earlier before our friends arrived sticks up as if from out of nowhere. We both admire the view until I hear Shiori sigh heavily.
“We must leave soon,” she says in a voice filled with regret. “But we need to go back down and attempt to retrieve the scuba gear if we can. The tanks are rented and must be returned if at all possible.”
She tells me they have other tanks on board. So they can safely go back down after the two they had to abandon on the bottom. At least they won’t have to go down with only the air in their lungs.
I enjoy her company so much that I offer to go down with her and Emiko. Could they use my help? Would they like any additional company?
She tells me the two of them should be able to retrieve the tanks on their own. But there will be very little time left for much of anything else. The implications are clear.
I can tell she would enjoy my presence once more down on the wreck. But apparently their time is limited. They need to dive down, retrieve the gear, and then depart.
She pauses for a long moment before kissing my cheek. She hugs me fiercely as she thanks me again for my help in rescuing her friend. I give her my thanks for helping save both me and Andria.
Once again, our ensuing hug is a warm one. She tells me she hates to go. But Almonte has told them their stay is limited by his schedule. At least we got to enjoy a little time together, not to mention sharing a rather breathtaking adventure.
The boats are tied together with a length of nylon. Almonte carefully pulls on the line, pulling his craft closer. This way, he and his two Japanese females can step aboard without getting wet.
Andria emerges on deck with Emiko. The two of them giggle as if they have been plotting mischief again. Their glance in my direction is a little disquieting, and I have an uneasy feeling they’ve been talking about me.
Shiori tells me she’s not sure of their immediate plans other than trying to fetch the two scuba tanks. She hugs me one last time in case this is goodbye. She tells me our visit was much too short. But perhaps we will meet up again back in Cancun.
Looking past her, I see Andria and Emiko talking quietly with Almonte as Jake listens nearby. Almonte nods and smiles at them. I conclude my roommate is thanking him for lunch, along with bringing the two girls along.
Shiori walks back toward where he has pulled the two boats together. I wave at him and offer my thanks. Then the three of them step across one by one.
Their boat is rented under his name. It’s another fact I learned about him during our lunch together. Untying the vessels from each other, he pushes away from our sailboat.
I wave again as Andria comes and stands next to me. She also waves at them. Then she sighs heavily.
“They were fun, weren’t they? It’s too bad they have to be leaving so soon.”
“Yes,” I reply. “Shiori told me they’re going back down to try bringing up those other two scuba tanks they had to jettison when we escaped from the wreck. I offered to go down with her. But they just don’t have the time to enjoy one last, lengthy dive with us.”
For a moment Andria seems a bit distracted as she watches their boat drift away. She seems deep in thought about something. And I no longer see the girls on the deck of their rental.
Are they down below, corralling a couple of scuba tanks for their quick trip down? What does it matter? Our time with them has come to an end.
Andria gets my attention. “C’mon, ‘Shel’”, she says, tugging on my arm. “Let’s go below and crash for a little while, ok? I could use a nap.”
I ask, “Are we leaving soon?”
“Jake says we’ll be leaving a little bit later. But I think we may have time for one more snorkel dive before we head back.”
“Sounds good to me,” I respond with a smile. “I like it here. One more dive down to the reef would be great.”
Andria leads me down below into the cabin. We both collapse onto the bed. Then she tells me, “Lunch was great, wasn’t it?”
There’s something in her demeanor that seems a little off. It’s as though she’s killing time or something. My suspicions become aroused, and I decide to do a little probing.
“All right, Andria. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, ‘Shel’! Why are you always so suspicious?” There’s a familiar twinkle in her eye. I immediately recognize it as something indicating she’s planning something devious.
She quickly reads my expression. Now she knows I know something is amiss. She just moves closer with a smirk on her face.
“I was just thinking it might be nice to have a little playtime before our nap. Wouldn’t you agree?”
With a catlike leap, she’s on top of me, rolling me over onto my stomach. I blurt out, “HEY!” In seconds she has my silver bikini top off.
I giggle as she climbs off me. “You just stay like that while I get you some lotion. A moment later I hear some sort of thump on deck.
Curiosity makes me push myself up. “What was that?”
I look over at her as she fumbles around in a closet. A moment later she pulls out a length of rope. “That’s not lotion!” I yelp in alarm.
I start to get up. But Andria pounces again, knocking me back down. “Oh, FUCK!” I gasp as she struggles to pull my hands behind my back.
I blurt out, “What the hell are you DOING?” I don’t know whether or not I should play along. Sometimes I feel like I can only trust Andria so far.
“You’ll find out,” she giggles.
I feel a surge of erotic tingles overtake me. I don’t resist her nearly as much as maybe I should. It isn’t long until my arms are bound securely behind my back.
Andria grins as she pulls on the strings to my bikini bottoms. I feel an erotic shiver. Uh – oh…
“What are you DOING?” I gasp, wondering what my role is supposed to be in all of this.
“You won’t need these where you’re going,” she says sternly. Then she pulls my bottoms off before bringing me to my feet.
All of the sudden she’s sober as a heart attack. “I’m sorry to have to do this to you, ‘Shel’. But Jake says it’s really for the best that you don’t come back with us.”
I stare at her in shock as I blurted out, “WHAT? What are you talking about??”
My heart instantly skips a beat. I look into her face to deduce whether or not she’s kidding. She avoids my look, marching me forward in my birthday suit.
Ohmygawd! She’s not going to march me naked up on deck on front of Jake’s lustful gaze, is she?? I try to resist, but I’m not successful she forces me forward.
Andria escorts me up on deck. The first thing I see is Jake tying a length of rope to a decorative cement block of some kind near the railing. It has a sunburst chiseled into it.
He loops the rope through the circular part cut into the block that represents the sun. Less than 20 feet away I see Almonte standing on his boat. He seems sober as he stands there stiffly.
“Jake??” I gasp in astonishment. My body trembles like mad as my pussy throbs from a terrible ache. “Jake, what’s going on up here?”
“You tell her, honey,” he says to Andria without even looking at me.
“We’re all drug dealers,” Andria explains, pushing me closer to Jake and the cement block. “You saw Almonte and the girls, right? I’m afraid we can’t take you back into Cancun now, not after who and what you’ve seen. Otherwise you might turn us all in to the authorities.”
I blink at her in shock as I blurt out, “WHAT??” Is this another one of her ploys to get to me? If so, it’s a damn good one!
A moment later Jake starts tying the other end of the rope to my ankles. I whimper fearfully as my pussy throbs. Fear and arousal are a powerful combination, especially if I get any kind of inkling I might be on the verge of going on a one-way swim
“Almonte??” I cry out to him, a tremor in my voice. I’m so shocked that I forget I’m standing there naked in front of everyone.
“Sorry, Miss Shelly,” he calls back in that accent that’s no longer charming. “It’s out of my hands.” He shrugs as if there’s nothing further he can do.
“Where’s Shiori?” I gasp anxiously, wondering if they’re a part of this.
“They have already headed down for the wreck.”
“She can’t help you, ‘Shel’,” Andria adds coldly, a firm grip on my shoulders. “No one can. By the time they emerge from the wreck and find your body, it’ll be too damned late. Sorry to have to do this to you, ‘Shel’. But it’s got to be done.”
“Andria; NO!”
I whimper as Jake cinches the knot tight around my ankles. Gawd; I’m not even going to be able to KICK!
I don’t know whether to believe them or not. On the one hand, it’s the type of stunt Andria might try to pull. On the other, there’s just enough doubt in my mind to make it sound horribly believable.
My pussy screams at me in fearful arousal. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. Gawd; what if my premonitions were true?? What if I’m really destined to drown down here in Cancun after all??
It’s a prank; right? It’s got to be a prank! But there’s nothing in Andria’s expression to give the game away.
What if I’ve misjudged her? What if she really is a drug-dealer?
“She’s ready, babe,” Jake says solemnly as he rises up. He stands and grabs onto me as Andria puts on a dive mask. Adding a weight belt to her waist, she proceeds to fit a dive fin onto each foot.
“What’s all that for?” I gasp. A part of me hopes this is nothing more than some horribly sick, yet terribly erotic, joke.
Andria soberly tells me, “I have to make sure you’ve drowned before I come back up, ‘Shel’.” Then she turns to her boyfriend and says, “All right, Jake. Let’s do this.”
“NOOOOO!”
2009; 2021 (written Apr 29 ’09; ed. Mar 5 ‘21 by riwa)