Picked up

You wait impatiently on the dock, bag in hand, robe around you, just waiting. Eventually... yes, a large container ship comes into view, and you see a small, bright orange boat slowly loweredoff the side and into the water. The little boat comes your way... and you meet them at the dock: Two very dark-skinned men, muscled and a head taller than yourself, not bothering with shirts, just some orange life jackets and jeans that leave very little to the imagination.

You find yourself getting aroused and looking at their considerable bulges... oh, stupid hormones, you've been soaking a female load for a month or more... while regularly jilling off... oh. Ugh.

"You the damsel in distress?" One of them asks.

"Yes." You consider and make up a name on the spot, "Call me Alexa."

"Matt; Always happy to help a lady," the man flashes his best smile, "welcome aboard," He holds out a hand.

You feel a little warm tingle spreading from your hand into your core as you take his hand and step into the boat, and promptly sit down. The rocking boat makes you a little nervous, "Umm... lifejacket?"

"Yeah, sure," Matt reaches under a seat and pulls one out... still on the factory shrink-wrap. You open it, pull down your robe, wiggle your way into the thing, and... realize the two men are staring as you close up your robe over the vest.

"Thank you," you feel a warmth climbing your cheeks... but it's not exactly embarrassment. "Ah... sorry, I've been basically alone for a month..." you trail off, not sure how you want to apologize.

"I'm not offended," Matt replies, his throat clearly very dry.

They drive you to the main ship in silence, chat on the radio, and you watch as a crane brings the little boat onto the deck of the big one....