Harry and the Bikini Bandits by Basil Heatter - Chapter 29

1971 Genre: Vintage Sleaze / Casino Heist

A wildly erotic novel of intrigue, suspense, and adventure...

There's a lot to be said for my Uncle Harry. Mostly unprintable. All my life I'd heard about him, and from a distance he was a kind of legend. But the moment I signed on as one-man crew to his beat-up old bucket, Jezebel, I found my hero of the sea was really a pirate. Broads and booze kept him afloat between capers—and so far, his luck was holding...

But this new harebrained scheme—to heist the loot from an island gambling casino—was the daffiest—and most dangerous yet.

And there I was. Right in the middle. Up to my virginal ears in naked nymphs and Nitrous oxide—with nothing between me and the future but a leaky getaway and a pot of gold that was fast disappearing behind Harry's private rainbow.

CHAPTER 29

It happened sooner than I expected. Right after lunch as a matter of fact. We were stretched out on the cabin top in the bright sun, and the wine was making me feel pleasantly relaxed and drowsy. But then Hester took my hand again. This time decisively and pulled me up and said, "Come on." I could not think at first why she was taking me below but I followed her down the. crazily canted companionway steps.

I stood there like an ox wondering what she was up to until she pushed me down on the settee and said, "Sit down there where I can get at you."

She was very small, but very determined. She bent down and put her arms around my neck and kissed me thoroughly. It was not so much biting and tonguing as it had been with Elvira, just a nice long, warm, soft, sweet kiss. At the very end of it she let me feel just the tip of her tongue. At the same time she reached down and began to pull, a little angrily I thought, at the button of my shorts.

"Get those off," she said.

I reached down and unsnapped the button and slid out of the shorts. She just stood there looking down at me.

"You're very beautiful," she said.

Then she unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, and threw it away into a corner of the cabin. Her breasts were larger than I expected. Very firm and golden brown all over with small pink nipples. I was shaking like a horse. We lay there touching but not doing anything to each other. Then she turned toward me and smiled.

"Is this your first time, Clay?" Her voice was hardly more than a whisper.

I was embarrassed to tell her the truth but I thought I'd better.

"Yes."

"Don't worry, darling. It will be lovely. Leave everything to me." She put her fingertips on my thigh and let them drift gently up and down. Then she bent over and kissed my nipple and nibbled at it.

"Has no one ever done this to you before?" she said. "Not exactly."

"Oh ho. So someone has done other things to you."

"Yes."

"What?"

How could I possibly tell her what Elvira had done? "Kissed you other places?"

"Yes."

"Mmm. I'm jealous. Where did she kiss you?"

"Never mind."

"But I do. Was it here?" she said, letting her hand drift down across my belly.

I couldn't speak.

"I think it was," she said, "and I'll kiss you there too to take her kiss away."

She wriggled around on the narrow bunk, kissed me at first gently and then more firmly, and finally took me in her mouth. I floated in a kind of dreamy bliss, unaware really of where I was and who I was with. When I could stand it no longer I clutched her hair and she nodded her understanding and moved up and kissed me on the lips. This time she put her tongue very firmly into my mouth. At the same time she was guiding me with her hand and in a moment we were joined.

"Ah," she whispered. "Ah, that's beautiful. I love having you inside me."

I could not wait. I let her know by clutching her more tightly, and she responded by a quickened rhythm of her hips and a deepening of her breathing. It was elemental. Like the oceans and the winds. The wind through a pine forest. Then I could not wait and I let it go, and she answered by pressing her lips to my ear and whispering, "Yes, yes, yes. I love you. I love you."

We were both bathed in sweat. We lay clasped together and the world came slowly back into focus. I looked down at her. Her face was flushed and all its crisp, clean outlines seemed blurred. She opened her eyes and smiled at me and it was like sunlight dancing through leaves. "Well, Mr. Bullmore," she said. "Well, well, well." When I did not answer she said, "Where are you?"

"On Saturn. Or Mars. A third orbit around the moon."

"Let me know when you come down to earth."

"Splashdown. Now."

"Would you say a word for the vast TV audience, captain. How was it up there?"

"Indescribable."

"That's a good word," she said. "A very good word indeed."

When we got up at last she said, "Let's go for a swim." And with that she ran naked out of the cabin and jumped over the side. I went after her.

"Listen," I said. "Harry may be watching."

"Who cares?"

We played around in the water for a little while and then I came up behind her and put my hands on her breasts. She wriggled her bottom against me.

"Oh my," she said. "So soon?"

"Yes."

"How wonderful to be seventeen," she said.