Baywatch Secrets Ch. 06: Captain Candice

"Nope! Try again!" The voice came from much nearer, and a hand wrapped around my still rock-hard cock.

My mind raced. Was it just a very bad Dutch accent? "Romee??"

The voice laughed, peals of girlish amusement. "Maybe this will help..." The hand brought my cock up to bear and I stiffened on the edge of the bench as the head of my penis was enveloped in a wonderfully warm, moist mouth.

For seconds that felt like hours, I savored the mystery blowjob while I tried to figure out who Behati was trying to impersonate. The technique was immaculate - little pumps from her hands while she took long, wet licks of my shaft, pushing my foreskin around with firm lips before sucking on my head like it was a stuck straw. Thank god I was sitting down because I lost all power in my legs.

"Ohhh my god I don't know who you're trying to do but holy fuck don't stop!" I grabbed her hair and guided her rhythm in time with my throbbing dick. Just as I felt like I was going to erupt in cum, she steadied herself on both my thighs, and slid more and more of my cock down her throat until her lips encircled the base of my shaft, pausing the action.

Behati's voice said: "Open your eyes."

What? How was that possible? I looked down in shock, only to see the blonde locks and Barbie blue eyes of Candice Swanepoel with my penis buried up to the hilt in her mouth. She winked.

I looked up at a grinning Behati. "How was I supposed to guess it was her??"

Candice popped my cock out with a satisfying sound. She half waggled my dick at me indignantly. "Do you really think I sound like Miranda? I'm South AFRICAN, we're so different!"

I shrugged. "I guess I need to compare you two side by side to really tell..."

There was an exaggerated knock - more like a *fwap*, really, at the tent's seaward entrance. "Miss Swanepoel? Did you find the suit?"

Candice rolled her eyes and stood up. I hadn't noticed (I was a little distracted) but she had already changed into a beautiful pink cross-back halter one-piece. Nobody could rock pink like Candice.

The supermodel sighed and gave her best friend a hug. "Costume change time over. Duty calls... Leave some for me, will you?" Behati gave her a deep, passionate kiss, and with that, the Queen of Swim exited our tent and returned to her kingdom.

I whistled. "Hate to see her go..."

"... but love to watch her leave," Behati completed the lyric. I sensed something perhaps a little more than friendship in the air, even though both girls were in longstanding relationships.

We fucked a couple times more - Behati role-played my secret fantasy of turning Stella straight, then trying, and failing, to pull off some of the insane gymnastic sex positions Jasmine had shown me. I drove the sex-loving creature to orgasm both times, but took extra caution not to cum in her. Once was risky enough.

Before long, it was time for the first couple shoot to begin, and I stood by as I watched the girls, hours of hair and makeup mussed (to everyone else's knowledge) by a day of rolling around in sand and surf, strolled down the beach, laughing and giggling for the camera. I couldn't help but wonder if they were talking about me. They wore about the material of one person's outfit between the two of them, and there was a definite cheerleader effect going on as they hugged like girlfriends, as if it were somehow possible to make either hotter than each individually were without spontaneously combusting.

Standing behind a junior camera crewman's laptop, I marveled at the pictures that were flooding in over the ether by the dozens. David Bellemere, with whom I had been chatting at the bizarre Demi Lovato concert the previous day, was truly in his element. He deftly whipped around his camera with dexterity and, when his French-English failed him, didn't shy from getting up to show the girls what he wanted to see. Even from a distance, his energy and passion were evident, and he excelled at getting the most out of his models.

Me? I daydreamed about getting the most INTO them. If you know what I mean.

Things truly heated up at the second, and last, couple shoot of the day. David shooed away the corporate reps and platoons of assistants and stylists, and took a skeleton crew to a little cove just a few miles from the beach headquarters, where colorful pleasure yachts were moored within wading distance of the shore. Candice and Behati were to change up yet again - Candice in a flower patterned blue bikini and Behati in a textured pink one.

I chatted briefly with the photographer while his crew hustled about clearing the beach. "You seem to be really excited about this one, Dave - mind filling me in?"

The tall, tattooed Frenchman grinned and melodramatically framed the girls for me with his two thumbs and index fingers. "One word: Lionesses!"

David's concept for the shoot was simple and brilliant. By sheer dumb luck, both beautiful girls had been born in Africa, so he wanted to take that animalistic spirit into their beach poses. I had seen Behati's sheer animal desires first hand, and I saw her eyes flash with them again as David got down on his hands and knees to elicit the fiercest, sexiest cat poses out of his muse, while Candice stood by waiting her turn.

That's right, waiting her turn. How many men could do that to Candice Swanepoel? This was why he called the shots. Literally.

The concept was a stroke of genius. The two friends fell into their characters with aplomb, butting heads and hissing at each other while flaunting their perfectly sculpted butts. Behati being Behati, she goofed off constantly, blowing raspberries at her companion, causing her to crack up and ruining the shot.

But the sexual tension was still raw and palpable, and I felt certain that one of the lionesses seemed ready to pounce on the other all through the shoot. Only until the end did David get them to cool off and reconcile, taking an absolutely gorgeous closing shot as Candice looked sultrily at the camera while Behati hugged her protectively while gazing into the distance.

As the crew packed the last of their things back into the van, David slapped my back. "Over to you now. I'll let Niki know I asked the girls to take selfies around town for my inspiration, that should take them the rest of the evening." He winked, and drove off into the distance. A true bro.

Candice and Behati walked up. Behati had put on a semitransparent beach dress on top of her bikini, while Candice had just gone for a simple wrap. Both looked absolutely stunning.

And horny. It was hard not to fixate on Candice's nipples poking through her top. David had done his magic yet again.

"So, where to, Mr Tour Guide? Do you have a picnic for us? Or are we going into town?"

I shook my head. "Neither."

"Huh?" Behati's look of confusion quickly turned into a knowing grin. "Ohhhh.. Room service??" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Can't do my room," said Candice, hastily.

"Actually... not that either. How do you guys feel about being pirates?"

"Pirates???"

"Take those clothes off, you're getting wet."

"Aye aye, Cap'n!"

Thank god for all the sailing lessons I had taken as part of my Baywatch career decades ago. With my trusty crew of two, we swam out and commandeered a small, unused yacht in the cove, upped anchor, and headed out into the Caribbean.

Once we were in relatively open waters, Behati lay down on her back and loosened her top to even out her tan. I called Candice up to take the helm.

"But I don't know how to sail!" She hesitated.

"Come here." I beckoned and made room. The blonde bombshell stepped in front of me and gingerly took the wheel.

"Like this," I whispered in her ear, and put my hands over hers to show her how to grip the wheel. My breath mixed with hers, and my growing hard-on poking her firm ass certainly gave the lie to my pretense of teaching her to sail. "Got it?"

"I... think I've got it?"

"See that compass?" She nodded, breathing hard. "Keep us on this course." After I was sure she had gotten the hang of it, I lifted my hands.

I couldn't help but grin like a proud parent as Candice whooped with joy and did a little jig with her butt as she found herself piloting her first boat. I nuzzled her hair and kissed her cheek. "Well done."

Instinctively, she turned her face, and our lips hovered tantalizing millimeters from each other. I leaned in for the kiss, but she hesitated. "I... I don't know if I should..."

I cursed inwardly. Candice was a sweetheart, deep down, and she had just gotten engaged to her boyfriend of many years, Hermann Nicoli. The events of the tent notwithstanding. I guessed she hadn't really had The Talk that Adam Levine and Behati must have had when they got married. I took a deep breath.

"Then don't." I pulled myself back, and a million hormones in my body mutinied. "I don't want you just for your body, Candice."

She looked back at me, puzzled. "Isn't that what all men want?" Poor girl couldn't comprehend being anything other than a sex object.

"Well, I mean, yeah, any man would give his left nut to be in my shoes right now, but I see you as so much more than that!"

Silence as she stared ahead, contemplatively. I pressed on. "You are the soul of Swim. Every Angel I've met here wants to be you. You get more screen time on tv than any other Angel period. You work so insanely hard, and then you work harder to make it look effortless. Poor Behati over there is in LOVE with you, Adam is practically her beard!" I was actually getting into speculative territory there, but Candice's sober silence was proof positive.

"And you know what gets me the most? It breaks my heart to see you in this bubble people put you in. How many real friends do you have? How much of your life are you not living because VS needs to exploit your beauty, needs to hold you up as this untouchable creature of heaven? When was the last time you followed your heart instead of your contract? Gone with the wind instead of the company van?"

Almost on cue, the light breeze picked up, and our solitary mainsail billowed out in self-importance.

"Today was the first in... I don't even remember." A solitary tear rolled down her cheek. I reached up to wipe it off her face, but she tilted her head and pressed her face into my warm palm. "Just hold me?"

I crossed my arms around her tiny waist and held her body close to mine, feeling her lean back into me as she melted into my arms.

For a long while we sailed into the deep sea and the setting sun. We said nothing, but in saying nothing, everything was said. Behati dozed, topless, on the deck before us.

As always, Candice broke the silence first. "You said you see me as much more than this?"

I kissed the back of her head. "Not just you. All your sister Angels. B included, although she'll be happy wherever she is."

"Tell me what you see."

I knew Lily had told her some version of the Baywatch Secrets plan, but she didn't know the specifics. I told Candice about my vision, about the backing I had already received, the potential for a lasting franchise that would shape a generation, and most importantly the team I had assembled so far and those I still just had my eyes on. "And you coming onboard will be a huge part of the tipping point that the other Angels will need to make the jump, and you can finally show Swim as part of everyday life, not some exclusive island you need a private plane to get to. What do you think?"

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Candice placed her hand on my wrist, and slowly nudged my trembling fingers down her flat abs and under her bikini bottoms. I touched her warm wetness and paused despite myself. "What are you doing?"

"Coming on board."

She guided two of my fingers inside her, and I felt an almost schoolboy rush of fingering her. Candice had perfect wide hips but her pussy was remarkably tight, and she moaned softly as I tickled her labia and pushed my way in. I supported her body with my other hand, and limited myself to just kissing the back of her neck beyond that.

It didn't take long to get her panting and dripping wet, and I had found the sensitive spot deep inside her. I loved how she gasped every time I brushed it. My other hand ventured up and started stroking her engorged nipples through the bikini fabric. I could tell she was having a tough time focusing on keeping the boat on course. I leaned in to whisper in her ear: "Let's play a game."

"Uhhh... what... uhhh... game?"

"I'll do everything I can to distract you, and you keep us on course to Pain de Sucre."

"What's the prize?"

"You name it. You won't win."

"Hah! And if you win?"

"I get a kiss."

"A kiss? That doesn't seem fair?"

"So you're in?"

As she nodded in bemusement, I redoubled my efforts. I shoved my fingers deep and in. I undid her bikini top with my teeth, and fondled her freed breasts with my greedy hand. I ground my hard-on into her butt. As she froze up after one particularly intense bout of pleasuring, I saw I was succeeding as the compass meandered off the marker, but she fought through her waves of ecstasy to right the ship just before her sail flagged. We tacked hard, but the violent swing did little more than shake Behati awake. The topless supermodel rubbed the sleep away from her eyes, and blinked in surprise at the sight of the two of us fooling around at the wheel.

The familiar island, where I had so many fond memories courtesy of Miranda, appeared on the horizon. I was running out of time. I put both hands at Candice's hips and shucked her bikini bottoms down to her feet. Captain Candice was now piloting our commandeered pirate vessel entirely naked, although I couldn't get a full frontal view I was certainly enjoying checking out her fine ass. Behati, on the hand, was now propped up on her side, one hand between her legs, thoroughly enjoying seeing her friend get tantalized by her boy toy.

This was the point where I would normally whip out my cock and go at it, but that wasn't what Candice had signed up for. I would have to find another way to distract her. I slid my hands behind her, squeezed that firm ass, and parted her legs. She parted them readily, but had to balance herself as I continued lifting her left leg higher to prop up against a bulkhead. I nimbly dropped to a squat, and ducked my head under hers and turned around.

For a split second, I looked up from Candice's blonde muff, up past her trim stomach, over her pert tits, into her mesmerizing eyes. They widened as she saw what I was about to do. "Oh shi-"

I attacked. Two hands on her ass, spreading her legs apart as I dove head-first into her crotch, guzzling her juices and lapping up her engorged, sensitive skin. I reached out to feel for the lever as my inquisitive tongue wormed clumsily toward Candice's nub, leaving a trail of pleasure in its wake. She smelled like she looked - pure sex, and when I tasted her the only words I could use to describe the experience were these: Not Enough. I bit down gently through my lips on her most sensitive spot, and she screamed out in some mix of pain and pleasure. I only cared that I was getting her off. I found a regular rhythm that was clearly her frequency, and set about lapping away and flicking with my tongue, again, and again, and again, and again as she grabbed my hair with one hand, then two, and I knew that the game and the girl were mine. I reached up and yanked the lever just as her first wave of ejaculate hit me in the face.

Ordinarily, one would have heard the audible splash as the anchor dropped into the water, but for me this was drowned out by the audible sploosh of Candice as she came again and again all over my face for a good minute. Candice was one hell of a squirter, and I had to close my eyes even as I savored the warm juices showered on me by the Queen of Swim. When she was done, she sank to her now-weak knees, laughing, or crying, or something in between.

Eventually the automatic sail finished retracting and the anchor chain slowed, then stopped. I got up, and cast a critical glance at Pain de Sucre. "You know, we actually aren't that far off. That was a decently impressive job by our first time Captain! I'm not sure I can count that as a win here... what does the jury say?"

Behati walked up and helped her friend up. "What's the prize?"

Candice reached over and put her arms around me. She looked so much more vulnerable like this, naked and pleasured, than she had earlier that day.

"This," she said, softly, and leaned in to deliver her kiss. It was just a chaste peck on the lips, but it meant more than all the making out and fucking I'd been doing in the last week.

As the sun inched down to the water, we got in closer to the island under power and re-anchored at a more sheltered spot. Behati, Candice and I whiled away the evening, skinny dipping in the crystal clear waters, then retiring to the deck for bread and wine pilfered from the plentiful larder below decks. We chattered, enjoying our little naturist commune, until sundown.

Stars kind of sneak up on you. One moment, I was laying on the bow of my stolen ship with two beautiful women snuggled in my arms, watching the last valiant flecks of sunset, talking about everything and nothing. The next, a hundred thousand million stars dotted the sky as far as the eye could see, the vast expanse of eternity yawning open to engulf me through the cloudless sky, stretching from above my forehead to just below my toes. Instinctively, I found myself gripping Candice's waist tighter as I reacted to sudden vertigo.

"Oh wow, there are so many stars!!"

"They've always been there," Candice informed Behati. "We just can't see them in big cities because of all the ambient light. Out here, we see it all as God intended."

"When did you become Miss Astrophysicist?" Behati leaned over my chest, and kissed her nerdy friend. "So... what's that thing? The Milky Way?"

"Astronomer actually... Well I just saw this a lot in SA! Yeah, I guess that's the Milky Way?" They were talking about the spectacular formation of lights lined up in a very rough row, sloping away from us at an angle. It looked like some street artist had placed stencils on the night sky and had given her canvas a light dusting with a spray can.

"That's actually a part of it." The two women turned their heads, looking up to me. "We're -in- the Milky Way, so we can only see bits of it at any time. That formation they call the Great Rift - we're actually looking at a dark cloud of dust a million times the mass of the sun! If the cloud wasn't there, all those stars behind it would be visible, and would be staring at the arms of the Milky Way herself."

Behati giggled. "It looks like a pussy." She grabbed my flaccid cock and pointed it at the sky. "See? You're fucking the universe!"

My member perked up in response, while Candice shifted so she could lay her head on my stomach. I admit I instinctively held my breath and flexed. "Oh wow! Your cock is bigger than the Great Rift!"

I smacked her perfect, firm ass. "That's not how it works, Miss Astronomer!"

To my left, Behati reached back up and started gently kissing and necking me. I returned her affections and our tongues fought to explore each other's mouths. Down below, I felt a familiar warmth as Candice nurtured my growing erection with her mouth. It was only my second blowjob from her, but this time she wasn't rushing, and her soft lips and tongue felt sublime. Behati eventually kissed her way up to my ear, and whispered, "You're so sexy when you talk like that. I want you in my Milky Way."

"Well, why don't you help Candice down there get my rocket ready for blastoff?"

Behati nibbled my ear in response, and I pushed her head down to join her friend. Candice made room for her, shifting her head and moving down to lick on my very much aching balls, freeing up the head for Behati to suck on. Where Candice was all gentle warmth and sweetness, Behati's technique was much rougher. She would run her teeth over my tip, or lightly slap herself across the face with my cock, before taking my full length in until she gagged and choked on my cock. I got extremely aroused at the sight of the two buck naked supermodels working my penis, and grabbed the back of Behati's head. She moaned in appreciation, and I started moving her head up and down my dick.