Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 23

Luckily, they had donned sunglasses earlier and he was wearing a cap, so they hoped he wouldn't be recognized. One of the men in the boat yelled, "Hey there! We happened to see your last catch—looked like a nice one! Have you had much luck today?" She did the talking while he tried to keep his face turned away from them, and she told them they had a few nice ones, but it had been slow going.

She noticed the man kept glancing down at her chest, so she discreetly looked down and saw that her wet tee shirt was plastered to her bare breasts; she had taken the bathing suit top off earlier because it was getting uncomfortable. No wonder Wayne had grabbed her and kissed her like that after he threw the water on her—the tee shirt was practically transparent when it was wet! Well, it was too late to try to cover herself up now, and besides, maybe it would keep the men's attention on her and off of him!

As the other boat drifted a little closer, she noticed one of the men in the boat kept eyeballing Wayne and her, so she tried to distract him by moving to the holding well and asking the men if they'd like to see their catch. They said no, and then she saw the one man staring at him, then he nudged his friend and said, "Hey Dave, doesn't he look like John Wayne?" Dave looked at Wayne instead of her and said he couldn't tell because of the hat and sunglasses.

Diana started laughing as she moved next to Wayne again, and said to the men, "Oh, my husband gets that all the time! He does bear a striking resemblance to the man, which is why I fell in love with him, and he even drove me crazy by learning to talk just like him, too! I swear, I can't keep my hands off of him! His name is even similar to Mr. Wayne's. Go on honey, show them!" as she looked up at him over her sunglasses with her eyes wide, as if to say, "Just play along!"

Wayne looked down at her over his sunglasses as if to say, "This had better work!" Then he took off the sunglasses and cap he was wearing, and said, "Ahoy there! You'll have to forgive my initial reluctance to talk to you, because I get mistaken for him all the time, and well, it is kind of embarrassing!"

The other men gawked at him for several moments as they all commented on how they would've sworn he was John Wayne; then they looked at Diana and asked her to swear that he was her husband. She did, even making up names and a story, saying, "I'm Diana Wyatt and this is my husband...John Wyatt. We're visiting from Virginia and our friend was kind enough to lend us his boat for a day of fishing since he couldn't take us himself. You see, we own a boat back home as well and go fishing on the Chesapeake Bay a lot, and we wanted to experience the fabulous fishing here in southern California as well, and it's been a great day. But, frankly, gentlemen, you arrived at a most inopportune moment, because I was about to ask my husband to drop anchor so we could celebrate our catch by having some really hot sex...and you ruined it for me!" she scolded them as she put her hands on her hips.

It looked like the men were buying her story, so she ended it by trying to embarrass them and drive them away as quickly as possible. It worked, because they all got startled looks on their faces when she scolded them for ruining her idea to have sex with "her husband," and the first man who'd spoken to them mumbled, "We're real sorry, ma'am...we'll just be on our way." Then the man glanced at Wayne with his eyebrows raised and said, "You're a lucky man. You've got one hell of a wife there!" as they started to move away slowly.

Wayne had glanced at her quickly and frowned when she said his name was John Wyatt; then he chuckled when he saw the men's reactions to her scolding. And when the man said he was lucky and had one hell of a "wife," he looked at the man and grinned broadly as he grabbed her and pulled her against him and yelled, "I know!" then bent his head down and kissed her hard and passionately as he grabbed her ass. They could hear the men laughing, cheering and whistling as they started to speed away from them.

When he lifted his head from kissing her, he asked her sexily, "Was that true? Were you about to ask me to drop the anchor so we could have sex?" as his eyes smoldered at her. She nodded up at him as her eyes mirrored his. Then he said, "This is not the best area...too many other boats around. I'm going to start heading us back, and as soon as we get to an area with less traffic, I'll stop and drop anchor and then we can 'celebrate' however you want!" as he kissed her quick and hard. Then he stepped back from her and stared at her breasts in the wet tee shirt as a look of raw desire came over his face, then looked at her face again as he took a deep breath and growled deep in his throat, and then headed up the ladder to the bridge to get the boat underway.

She stayed on the aft deck and cleaned up some of the mess from fishing—threw what was left of the bait overboard and stowed the gear and tackle where it belonged, then she rinsed the deck and sides with a couple buckets of sea water that she had dipped up to rinse away most of the fish slime before they got underway. Then she went up and joined him on the bridge and he looked at her and asked, "How did you come up with the name Wyatt for us?" She told him that she had a cousin back in Virginia named John Wyatt, and that his name just popped into her head as being similar to his when she was formulating the story to tell those men.

Then he asked her if she'd ever seen any of his older movies from the 30's, and she said she'd seen a few, and then asked him why. "Did you ever see one called 'Westward Ho'?" he asked with a frown on his face. She shook her head no, and he looked somewhat relieved, then said, "Well, it just so happens that my character's name in that movie was John Wyatt...some coincidence, huh?" as she laughed and shook her head with a look of surprise on her face.

He noticed that where they were now, there was very little boat traffic; he throttled back to neutral and then cut the boat engine, flicked his cigarette overboard and grabbed her and kissed her for a moment while the engine blowers ran. Then he looked at her with his eyes burning hotly; he wanted her so badly because it had been over 6 hours since the last time he had been inside her. When he had thrown the bucket of water on her and saw the tee shirt plastered to her bare breasts, he was about to attack her right there—thank God that other boat had shown up!

He'd almost started to feel jealous when he saw the other men looking at Diana's breasts; but when she told them he was her husband and made up that story, and then scolded them for ruining her plans to have really hot sex with him, he couldn't help but laugh at the men's reactions. He saw that they all glanced at him enviously as they were leaving, and he couldn't help but emphasize to the men that she belonged to him by grabbing her ass.

Then he cut the blowers and hit the anchor switch to lower it, and kissed her again; when he heard the anchor line motor change pitch because it hit bottom, he let go of the switch and then continued to kiss her hard for several moments as he waited to feel the boat start to swing around signaling that the anchor was holding. When he was sure it was, he looked at her and growled, "Get below deck before I attack you right here on the bridge!" with his eyes burning as his dick had been hard ever since he saw her breasts in that wet tee shirt.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" she whispered sexily, then moved to and climbed down the ladder and went below and headed toward the main stateroom at the front of the cabin, shedding her clothes as she went. When he followed her down, he found her damp tee shirt and shorts in the galley; then some bathing suit bottoms in the passageway outside his stateroom. He stepped through the door to find her laying on the large berth against the back wall in the same position as earlier this morning; on her back, propped on her elbows with her knees up and her legs and pussy spread wide open, and she purred provocatively at him, "The first mate requests the Captain to fuck her...hard!"

He shed his clothes quickly, then stared at her as he moved to her, crawled on top of her and then shoved his dick into her as hard as he could, and growled, "Request granted!" Then he proceeded to fuck her as hard and deep as he could, both of them clinging to each other, grunting and groaning, as they just needed a good, hard, quick fuck to relieve their pent up lust and desire. They both came after just a few minutes of pounding away at each other, and they were already covered with sweat since it was a warm day and they were below deck with no air stirring.

He immediately rolled off of her to lay beside her on his back, both of them panting heavily, and they became aware that the air was stale, they smelled of sweat, bait and fish, and it wasn't the most pleasant scent. They looked at each other at the same time, crinkling their noses and said, "Ugh! We stink!" Then they started laughing even as they were still gasping for air!

As he started to calm down, he got up and slid open the windows on the opposite wall above the berth at the front of the cabin, and, immediately, they felt a breeze since the wind was blowing straight over the bow as the boat lay at anchor. It helped get rid of the smell in the air, but it was still all over their bodies; so he suggested that they take a quick rinse in the small shower stall in the head since he was sure his friend had filled the onboard storage tank before he left the marina this morning.

They couldn't share the shower because it was just too small, but he told her there should be plenty of water for both of them if they were conservative. He let her go first, so she rinsed herself down and turned off the water, then used soap on the most important areas, especially her fishy hands and feet, and then rinsed thoroughly and got out so he could do the same. Once they were both clean and dry, they went back to the stateroom, took the cover off the berth and lay down again to kiss and caress each other until they were ready to make slow, passionate love.

While they were staring at each other as he was slowly sliding in and out of her to the rhythm of the boat rolling on the waves as it lay at anchor, he suddenly had the idea that this would be the best time to tell her about his friend catching them together since he knew his friend was still going to be at the house when they returned. He started hesitantly, "Diana, I have to tell you something...I lied to you about something." Her eyebrows went up in question, and then she closed her eyes and moaned as he stroked into her a little deeper. He continued, "I lied about my friend not knowing anything about you." She opened her eyes and frowned, and then moaned and closed them as he stroked deeply into her again.

He hoped this was going to work; as he told her what had happened yesterday, he would stop talking when she would frown or look scared and thrust his dick into her a few times until she would close her eyes and moan. As he got to the last part about his friend admitting he'd seen them fucking, he kept thrusting himself into her harder and deeper, making his words come out as moans as he reminded her what they had done when his friend had said he'd watched.

It managed to drive both of them to orgasm, but then he waited nervously to see what the fallout was going to be.