Kane & Spencer

God, was he happy on the way back to the hotel and as soon as we were in our suite, he was down on his knees and pulling out my erection, me knowing and expecting what he was going to do had been getting excited as we'd approached the suite. He stuffed as much of me into his mouth as he could to suck and chew and try to give me the best blow job ever. It finished up as a face fuck when he roused me enough for me to take over and hold his head still as he held the base of my cock as I fucked his mouth. I would have choked him if he hadn't held me firm in his hand to prevent this as I jerked my hips as I came, filling his mouth with my spunk. He swallowed and still wanted more as he sucked and chewed on me and I really had to pry his mouth off my shaft and drag him upright to kiss him to stop any real damage to my tool.

'You are the most wonderfulest husband in the world,' he said between the kisses I kept getting, and it took some time to calm down his exuberance over the purchases we had made on his behalf. Then it was a matter of telling him what I proposed to do that evening and that he should react accordingly.

Mind you, I was working this all out on a wing and a prayer. I'd noticed that Bee Bee hadn't entered the dining room till nearly eight o'clock and had assumed that he'd stopped at the bar first. It's a stupid way of trying to plan an operation I know, but I didn't know how long he would be staying in Nassau or even if he would turn up for dinner this coming evening. As I said, my planning was very loose and it was just hope that he would do as he did the night before.

So it was with some trepidation that we dressed for dinner, Tracey still unsure which dress to wear until I finally, well almost screamed out, the red one, was the decision made. This was reasonably low cut and his throat really screamed out for adornment which was what I intended for in the first place. That is apart from the desire to give Tracey something other than my prick.

I don't know which one of us had the most butterflies in their stomach when we went down stairs to the bar at half past six. Tracey waiting for seven o'clock to get that necklace, and me hoping that Sir Bernard Brakestone, a.k.a. Sir Bertram Bingham would be there having a pre-dinner drink.

'What if he recognises you?' Tracey whispered in my ear as we approached the lounge where the bar was.

'Then there'll be one hell of a fight,' I said as we went into the bar, my heart in my throat hoping he would be there.

God's be praised, for he was there. He was at the bar holding forth and I now had to get in to give him my spiel. Here I was relying on Tracey to attract his attention. I ordered us some drinks and moved closer and as I hoped, Tracey caught his eye and he turned towards us as fresh ears to listen to him.

It was drivel he came out with and it took some effort for me to get started, noting that I had ten minutes before seven o'clock.

'Tell me Sir Bertram,' I interrupted, him giving us his name from the outset. 'You look like a seafaring man by your stance at the bar. It's as if you've stood on many a heaving deck and guided the helm through storms.' This flattered him enough to pay attention to me instead of Tracey. 'I've seen that boat out in the harbour,' and I indicated his own yacht, 'and thought that I would like to buy one like that. I don't really like flying, and that would be the perfect idea of seeing the islands.'

'Darling,' Tracey came in. 'You can't even drive a car in a straight line.'

'Why should I when it's the chauffeurs job. You have a boat, it's the captain's job. Sir Bertram. What do you think of that boat? Is it worth making an offer for it? Do you know who it belongs to, for I am quite interested in buying it.'

'It's not for sale,' he said flatly.

'Oh surely it is. Everything is for sale if the price is right. Do you happen to know who owns it?'

'I own it,' came out a bit icily.

'Oh my dear,' I said as I turned to Tracey, 'I've just made an awful faux pas. Do please excuse me,' I said turning back to Bee Bee. 'Please accept my profuse apologies. I didn't mean to insult you. Here, please take my card for I'm afraid I haven't really introduced myself.' He took the card and looked at it as I introduced Tracey as Lady Kingsley.

'Royal Exchange, Sir, er, Kingsley. Do you work there?'

'Good heavens no! I don't work!' making it sound a most distasteful occupation. 'I'm just on the board of directors. Some obscure uncle of mine wanted a favourable voter on his side, so he got me there on the condition I never showed my face for the stipend I receive. I was quite happy with this arrangement. I get paid for doing nothing and he has my proxy vote. Not that I need the money. The family has enough as it is. Do you know, it's been said, that if the family were to take all of our money out of the bank, it would collapse.' He bit.

'What bank is that?'

'Coutts.' I could see by his face that he'd almost swallowed the bait. 'That's why I was asking about that boat. I can afford it and it would be nice to have a sea trip instead of those horrid aeroplanes. What's it like? I mean, is it something that one could travel in and yet still have the life style one is accustomed to?'

The timing couldn't have been better, for we were interrupted exactly on time.

'Sir Kingsley?' my salesman said.

'Yes,' I replied, turning round. 'Ah, my favourite jeweller. Darling, look. Your birthday present has arrived. Thank you very much my good man,' and I took the box from him and opened it for Tracey to see. His eyes went wide and he made all the right noises as I took the necklace out of the box he held and asked him to turn round for me to fix the clip at the back of his neck. 'There now my dear. What do you think of that?'

'It's perfect darling,' he said as his hand stroked it and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 'Do you like it Sir Bertram?'

'It's a most beautiful present that your husband has given you, but the diamonds are nothing to the sparkle that you have in your eyes.'

'You flatter me sir,' Tracey said I reply.

'You flatter us both at this poor excuse of a present when I would rather have given her a boat like yours. What is it like inside? Oh, I think I've already asked that question. Well I wouldn't really want to go and buy a boat like that if it wasn't up to the standard of comfort that we both are accustomed to.'

The bait had now been cast out and I was hoping that his vanity would overcome any qualms about showing off his yacht. He swallowed it.

'Sir Michael and Lady Kingsley,' he said, turning slightly to give a small bow to Tracey. 'I would be most honoured if you would have lunch with me aboard tomorrow. We could then have a short cruise and I will have you shown over my small boat.'

I'd got what I wanted and accepted on our behalf and then we excused ourselves for dinner, saying that we had promised to dine at the Governor's residence and it was time that we left.

'The Governor didn't invite us to dinner,' Tracey said, fingering the necklace as we moved out into the hotel lobby.

'I know, but I didn't want to draw attention to us and be called by my real name in the dining room there,' I said.

'Where will eat then?' he asked, linking his arm in mine.

'How about McDonald's?'

'What! Dressed like this?' he cried, fingering the diamond necklace again.

'Only joking,' I said with a laugh and raised my hand for one of the taxi's in the rank to come forward. We got in the back and I asked the driver to take us to the best restaurant in town.

It was a lovely meal, better than the hotel's and we lingered till nearly midnight before returning. It was a slow and languorous loving in bed that night I got for the thanks of the necklace.

We had breakfast in our suite and spent the morning sunning ourselves out on the balcony before dressing up in casual clothes and began making our way down to the waterfront. There was a small motor dinghy tied up there with the name Vespa painted on the stern.

'Sir Michael?' the man in the dinghy asked, standing up.

'Yes,' I replied.

'I'm here to take you out to the yacht. Please be careful on the steps.'

I went down first, holding Tracey's hand and was glad he'd put on some sensible flat heeled shoes for the steps near the bottom were quite slippery. The man in the boat took Tracey's other hand and we helped him into the dinghy. We sat down as the man untied the mooring rope and quickly started the engine and took us out to the yacht. We could see the empty davits on the stern where the dinghy was stored as we rounded the boat to come to a gentle stop at the foot of the gangway. Again, both of us helped Tracey to get onto the small platform at the bottom and he went up before me to be welcomed by Brakestone, though he now called himself Bingham out here.

'Welcome aboard the Vespa. You're just in time for drinks before lunch.' He turned, and we followed him along the side towards an open doorway.

'Vespa is Latin for wasp,' Tracey murmured to me.

'A bee with a sting in its tail,' I murmured back. 'He'll have a hell of a sting later,' patting my pocket where I had the explosive. The other pocket had the timer in it as I didn't want to have the two together just in case I damaged the timer and having me blow up instead of the boat.

The deck was a bleached white and the side rail was a shiny varnished mahogany with shiny brass fittings. The door we went through looked as though it was made of the same wood and shone as if polished. I say went through, though it was really stepping over the coaming and onto a thick plush carpet of a lounge. This was panelled in the same wood and had many nautical pictures along the back wall. The other walls were large windows that gave plenty of light to the inside. It had two sofa's and four heavy armchairs and two young women were seated and just being served drinks by a white coated steward. The girls were white whereas the steward was black as had been the boatman. It turned out that the whole crew were black apart from the captain, and were all local Bahamians.

We were introduced to the females whose names I promptly forgot as I realised they were just bimbo's out for a bit of luxury. We had our drinks and made small talk till lunch was announced. The dining saloon was just aft of the lounge and just as well furnished, a large table that could have sat ten people and gleamed with the polish that reflected the silverware that was laid out.

The meal was superb as was the wine and the females hardly said a word as Bee Bee seemed to like the sound of his own voice. He praised the yacht so much I came to the conclusion that he loved this boat, and I was relishing the fact that I was going to take it away from him.

Towards the end of the meal, we felt the yacht begin to vibrate as the engines started up and by looking out through the large side windows, could see us slowly beginning to move out of the harbour of Nassau.

We had coffee and brandy in the lounge and looked out of the forward windows over the fore part of the yacht and saw the sea slipping past us. Then Bee Bee announced that he always had a nap after lunch and that the mate would show us over the boat. I noticed that the two girls followed him out of the lounge to go below as the mate introduced himself and started the tour.

It took us nearly an hour as he began at the bow and worked his way aft and then down below, showing us one of the four staterooms which for plushness, far outdid the Hilton. The last place we inspected below was the engine room, housing two huge diesel engines that gave out a muted roar as we saw the revolving shafts that turned the twin screws.

'This is the lowest part of the yacht,' he shouted to us to be heard above the noise of the engines. 'We are just below the waterline and the grating we are standing on is above the bilges.' The whole engine room gleamed with fresh paint and all the brass shone like new and I wondered how long it would look like it did after it spent some time beneath the sea. I nudged Tracey to stand between me and the mate as I extracted the explosive and timer out of my pockets and put the two together.

I broke the slim end and then as we began to make our way out of the engine room, I dropped it down between the boat's side and the grating. I also checked the time on my watch so that we could be prepared when it exploded.

I nearly had a fit when I saw Tracey start to go up the steep ladder ahead of the mate for I saw that he was able to see right up under the dress that Tracey was wearing. He never made any comment as he went up with me close behind him. We kept on going up till we got to the bridge which had been left till last for us to see.

'The mate looked right up your dress,' I hissed at Tracey at the first chance I got.

'Lucky fellow,' he said back.

'What if he saw your tackle?'

'He couldn't have. I'm wearing a pair of your pants. I knew that we'd have steep ladders to climb.' I breathed a sigh of relief. 'Also you will have noticed no doubt, that I'm not wearing my stockings. I didn't want to get them ruined either.'

The mate took over the helm from the captain who then explained all the dials and controls on the bridge, quite proud of his little domain.

'How far are we going?' I asked him.

'Only as far as Lyon Island, there, just ahead of us. We'll go round it and back to Nassau.' We were approaching it quite fast and I looked at my watch and saw that we had about five minutes left.

'May I borrow these?' I asked the captain as I picked up a pair of binoculars.

'By all means,' he said, and so I took them and Tracey out of the bridge house and onto the wing that juts out on either side. We were on the side that faced the island and as we came abreast of the lower end, about half a mile off, I looked through the glasses at it. There was a lovely golden beach at this end and I could quite clearly see some people on it, two of them standing up with their hands to their forehead to shield they eyes from the sun as they looked back at us.

I couldn't help but laugh and pass the glasses to Tracey and pointed towards the beach for the man and woman standing there were clearly naked.

'Well I never,' Tracey breathed out. 'A nudist beach. Hmm, he's not as big as you or am I looking through the wrong end.'

We both laughed at this and I looked at my watch and saw that it was time and told Tracey that he should hang onto the rail.

Chapter Five

It was surprising at how much force there was in that small amount of explosive, but it was enough to lift that yacht up and throw it to one side. Holding onto the rail as we were, our grip wasn't enough to keep us there and we were both thrown into the water. The blast had been enormous and my ears popped just before we hit and then popped again as we sank down.

I came up to the surface gasping for air just a few feet from Tracey who was spluttering like me and I looked towards the boat as I shook the water from my eyes. It was at least fifty yards past us now as it was heeled over but still moving in a curve, one screw still turning I assumed. It was slowing down but also sinking as it drew further away and I could see figures near the stern trying to get the dinghy cast off from the davits.

'By the time they get that down, the fucking boat will have sunk,' Tracey said as we trod water and tried to see above the waves. 'Also a long way from us too. We'd better start swimming for the island before we drift too far ourselves.'

This I agreed with for we could only see the tops of the trees from where we were and we started to swim towards them. We were about half way there, taking it slow for my side didn't like the strain I was putting on the new scar there, when we heard a boat coming our way.

I thought it was going to miss us for the sound didn't seem to be getting any louder, but then the pitch changed, so they must have spotted us. We stopped swimming and trod water again and waved our arms hoping they would see exactly where we were for we still couldn't see them.

It was about five minutes later that the boat was suddenly there coming to a stop just above us. There were two people in the boat and their hands came down and grabbed Tracey first and hauled him out of my sight. Then the two black arms came down for me and I saw their grinning faces as they pulled me out and into the boat.

'Man. That was some bang. What happened?' asked one of the men.

'I don't know,' I replied, shaking my head to get the water out of my ears. 'We were on the bridge one minute and in the water the next.'

'Are there any more in the water out there?' he asked as the other man started the engine again.

'I don't know. I saw them trying to get the dinghy off before we lost sight of the boat.'

'Well we'll go and see if there are,' and he pointed forward for the other man to steer while he stood up to see forward.

'Did you come from the island?' I asked the man steering the boat.

'Yes sir. Lyon Island is where we work.'

'I think we would have made it,' I said.

'But then you mightn't. There's a strong current that runs alongside it,' he grinned. 'That's why we come out.'

About ten minutes later, at a signal from the man standing up, he backed the throttles and the boat slowed down and we could see debris floating about but no sign of the boat or of the dinghy. We slowly cruised through the flotsam and the man looking out gave a shout and pointed off to the left. The boat turned and then a minute later I saw a waving arm and a man clinging to a floating door.

He was quickly heaved up into the boat where he lay down on the boards for a moment before sitting up and thanking them for saving him.

'Any more out there?' he was asked.

'I don't think so. The others got off in the dinghy but I was trapped down below. When I got out just as she went down, they were too far away to see me.'

'Which way did they go?'

'I don't know. That way I think,' he waved his hand vaguely towards the north.

'They should have stayed around a bit,' the steersman said bitterly, 'and not just move off like that.'

'Well we'll just cruise round a bit to see if there is anyone else,' said the first man, and so we moved around in ever widening circles for about an hour before giving up.

'You came from Nassau?' the first man asked me.

'Yes,' I said.

'Okay. We'll take you there. Take about two hours, okay?'

'That's fine with us,' I said, speaking for Tracey as well.

'Okay with me too,' said the other survivor. I now had my arm around Tracey's shoulder and held him tight to me.

'Are you okay?'

'Fine, but I feel I look like a mess,' he grinned at me. 'That was some bang wasn't it?'

'Sure was, but I bet he didn't go down with his ship.'

We learned from the other one pulled from the water that he was the cabin steward, looking after the staterooms. It was in one that he had got trapped when the boat blew up. He'd been almost knocked out and that was why it took him so long to get off the sinking craft. I also found out that Bee Bee had a villa just outside of Freetown on Grand Bahamas, and that was where he guessed the dinghy had headed for. With subtle questions asked as though we were just passing the time till we got to Nassau, I learned more about the villa.

It was to the west of the town and Bee Bee's bedroom was on the second floor in the west wing facing the sea. It had a balcony and large French windows that were usually left open at night. He had a staff of six there, Ferdie, for this was this man's name, was one of the six, and they all lived at the back of the place. The steward of the boat was also another member of the live in staff.

The two hours passed quickly and we soon nosed into the harbour and moored up at a pontoon by some steps that was opposite a lounge bar that belonged to Lyon Island. I'd found out that the two men who had saved us were called Samuel and Julian, and I promised that I would leave them something at the lounge later for saving us. They even got the company car to take the three of us to the Hilton. I'd virtually dried off by now as I'd only been wearing a shirt and shorts though Tracey was still rather damp in his dress.