Well, at least we know I’m still a guy.
She was kind of hot, from what I could tell anyway. She was also breathing and female, which is all I usually required. I tried to remember what her boob felt like when I grabbed it in the water, but I had been a little too preoccupied with trying to stay alive to commit it to memory.
Damn, I was fucked up.
Besides, she was just another one of the high society bitches that chartered ships for their little personal pleasure cruises because they were far too good for the “normal” cruise ships that went all over the place carrying “normal” people. She wasn’t my type, and I definitely wasn’t hers. My type was more likely to cost me a little cash, but at least I knew where I stood, and I didn’t have to call them later or buy them any fucking flowers. Who knew what her type might be? One thing I knew, I didn’t have the blue blood that was always the top requirement on the list. Maybe if I took a shower and shaved, she’d probably look me over and maybe consider giving me a tumble. In the end I wouldn’t be good enough to wash her Chihuahua.
I must have fallen asleep eventually because the next thing I knew there was natural light coming through the translucent sides of the raft, and it was really getting hot. This was partially because the sun was cooking us in there, but also because I had a sweaty girl lying on me.
I slid out from under her, cringing when our stuck-together skin peeled apart audibly. I set her down relatively gently and scooted myself over to the raft canopy opening. I pulled back the seal and opened up the front piece, nearly blinding myself as the sunlight flooded in.
I took a deep breath and shook my head, trying to get the sleep out of my system. My head was pounding, but without my usual spiked morning coffee and half pack of cigarettes, I didn’t think it was going to improve anytime soon. My arms and shoulders were sore and my back was stiff. It was also really fucking hot in what was basically a small greenhouse on the ocean with the equatorial sun beating down on it. All and all, I felt like shit.
The waves were a lot calmer than they had been the previous night, thankfully. I glanced back over at the girl, who was still out of it, and then whipped open my fly and pissed over the side. I managed to tuck myself back in just as she rolled a little and groaned. Not that I really cared, but she probably didn’t want to wake up to me waving my cock around. She only murmured something unintelligible and stilled, not yet awake.
I looked over the horizon and saw…water.
I maneuvered part way out of the small opening in the canopy and looked all the way around us.
More water.
Shit.
With no sign of any other lifeboats, I had to fight down the nervousness I was starting to feel in the pit of my stomach. The life raft was equipped with three days worth of food and water for four people. I could collect more water as long as it rained, and I could certainly make the food last for more than six days – probably as many as ten or twelve – but after that it was going to get nasty. I looked over at the sleeping form behind me. With her size, she was going to dehydrate fast. She was probably on the verge anyway, considering the amount of seawater she swallowed. I’d last a lot longer than she would. My stomach lurched a little again. It occurred to me I hadn’t felt that particular pang since the last time I was in a tournament.
I crouched with my head out of the opening and secured the flap to the top of the raft. In the back of the raft, near the sleeping passenger, was another, smaller opening. I released that one, too, so we could get a crosswind going through the inside of the raft. It wasn’t going to make much of a difference with the heat, but it was marginally better than nothing.
I really wanted a drink.
I settled for a small amount of water instead.
The girl rolled again, and I could hear the sound of her skin clinging to the bottom of the inflated raft. I thought about how she was probably used to silk sheets and that kind of shit and almost laughed out loud. I shifted back towards the opening because she looked like she might wake up, and I didn’t want her freaking out on me again. I sat back down and watched as she opened her eyes and looked right at me.
She had really nice eyes. I mean, just fucking fantastic – all dark brown and deep and really wide open, like if you looked into them you could fall in or get lost or something – and she was staring right at me. My own reaction to her gaze actually surprised me more than her eyes themselves.
She sat up and pushed herself against the backside of the raft, as far away from me as she could get. Not that it was all that far – the raft was only a ten-footer, so you’re never very far from anything on it. Her eyes stayed on me for a moment, and then she took in the rest of her surroundings.