Oh yeah!

Even though it has been a long day, you put to work with the ship's axe with enthusiasm. The loose planks of the ducky were surprisingly tough, but even they shattered when you put your full strength behind your swings. You knew enough not to waste your energy breaking the wood up into tidy little pieces. Instead, you chopped them down to six to eight-foot lengths that you could easily carry and feed into the fire one end at a time.

As you worked, you kept track of what Amala was up to. Her task was far simpler than yours and she finished long before you. As you worked, the curvy Indian brunette stretched out on the sandy beach shucking her blouse and skirt until she was wearing only the bikini top and bottom. Each time the warm waves came in, they covered her feet with soft white foam. It is this sight that has you most excited.

Perhaps Amala was just joking about washing her feet, but you can think of little else other than getting her feet in your hands.

"That's enough, John." The captain's wife stopped you when you had a big pile of wood stacked up next to the fire pit. "Why don't you come over here and enjoy the last bit of sun with me." It is an invitation you cannot ignore, and you stop by the campsite to fill a large pot with the tepid water in the red cooler.

Amala does not have the soft smooth feet of a pampered homemaker or model. Years of working barefoot on the decks and rigging of the Ducky have left callouses and rough spots, but you don't care. One at a time you reverently scoop fresh water to wash away the salt and soap and then massage the tension out of her muscles.

"Fuck, John, that feels good." You hadn't really meant this to be foreplay, you just wanted to get your hands on her body, but her soft moans are taking on a decidedly sexy note. Her brown eyes are half-lidded and her full lips parted as her breathing picks up even more. "Your hands are so strong, John, I've always liked that about you ..." She leans back on her elbows for a little longer as you continue to rub her feet, but suddenly she pulls away and climbs to her feet. Initially, you fear that you did something wrong, but when she pushes you onto your back and straddles your waist her intentions become clear.