She pulls away

“Wait!” Red gasped as she pulled away from his embrace. “Give me some time to get used to this.” She didn't look angry exactly, but Brenan could see waves of conflicting emotions sweep across her expressive face as she stood up and backed away. What was he thinking! A man like him was incapable of love, if he screwed up this interview with Red he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

“I'm sorry Red” Brenan apologized before she could walk out of his life again. “I just got done telling you that I don't treat my female crewm....” Red cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

“It's Ok.” After the slightest hesitation she nodded her head slowly but decisively as if she had reached a decision. “It's not you Brenan. It's me, something that I have to work out.” Brenan wanted few things in life as much as he wanted Red to return to her seat and slip into his arms.

For just an instant Red looked like she wanted exactly that, her face softened and the faraway look of a day dreamer brought a tiny smile to her lips. The moment was just long enough for Brenan to hope, but then she turned back on him with the sharp precision of a officer and said.

“You say you want me as your first officer, well this can be my test. If Cindy’s not as seaworthy as I claim, you can ride away and forget you ever made that offer.” They walked back to the cabin in silence; Brenan berating himself for his impulsive kiss and Red clearly lost in her own thoughts. When they got close enough to the cottage she yelled for her niece.

“Cindy you have five minutes to get the skiff in the water and ship-shape. Move it girl!” The door was flung open and Cindy sprinted to the beach her bare legs flashing as her skirt lifted against her thighs. “Don’t you help her either Captain, she’s done this drill so often she can do it in the middle of the night. Go watch.” Brenan took two steps after Cindy before he turned back again to Red.

“Davy’s horse is up on the path, can you take off his gear and water him?” Red nodded at Brenan and moved up the beach towards the tree line, as both women moved in different directions he decided that he liked Red’s easy gait even more than Cindy’s energetic running. Moving after the younger woman he was sure that she would be just as reliable a sailor as Red claimed, but it was pleasant to watch her work all the same. He cleared the cottage in time to see Cindy rock the skiff over onto its keel. As he approached he saw her step the mast and attach the boom. With a heave that revealed the muscles in her back and shoulders needed by every sailor, Cindy started the skiff along a set of runners that had been laid into the sand.

Once the small boat was in motion, it took less **** to keep it going at a steady pace and in less than two minutes it was bobbing neatly in the ocean breakers. Cindy waved to Brenan

“Climb aboard Captain, and then I’ll take her out over the swells and we can get going.” Brenan kicked off his boots and tossed them into the back of the boat waiting for a wave to recede he followed it over the wet sand and stepped into the stern of the boat and then moved quickly to the front so he would be out of the way. With the next swell Cindy drove the boat into deeper water, wading behind it until they were six or seven meters from the shore. As she pushed herself up on the stern gunwale her breasts threatened to explode from her cotton top, but then her long toned leg swung over the side and she slipped into the seat next to the rudder.

The next bit was the trickiest part of the whole operation, Cindy had to raise the sail, and catch the wind before the surf and steady breeze beached the skiff on the sand again. She moved with precision and efficiency, each motion bringing her closer to success. Brenan had seen more than one able seaman fail in similar tasks, but Cindy had the sail up and tacking out to deeper water easily. The whole procedure took just a little more than four minutes and although she didn’t say a word, the blonde beamed with pride as the skiff heeled over and set out for the mouth of the bay. Cindy handled the sail boat well in the protected waters, and Brenan was eager to see how she would do when they cleared the wooded arm that sheltered Red’s cottage and bay.

No sooner had the full breeze hit the agile skiff than Cindy moved to the far side of the light boat and called out to Brenan as the boat surged forward. Her face lit up as the wind whipped the hair across her face and she leaned even further from the boat.

“Sir, if you join me here, she said patting the gunwale by her side I can really show you her paces.”
Brenan responded good naturedly, the girl’s spirit was infectious and soon the two were leaning together trying to balance the brisk wind that pressed the sail to the side. After five minutes or so of pushing the skiff to the limits of its capability, Cindy set the skiff’s course for a small cove lined with rocks on both side. As the sail boat slipped into the calm waters of the cove Cindy heaved the anchor over the side and released the sail bundling it around the boom as it dropped.

“Wait there Captain, I’ll be right back” With that the girl moved to the front of the boat and turning her tanned back to him she slipped the cotton top from her shoulders and then her damp skirt dropped to the wooden floor of the skiff. Wearing only a very skimpy pair of panties, she glanced over her shoulder at Brenan flashed him a provocative smile and dived deep into the clear blue waters under the anchored skiff. Her lean pale body flashed downwards clearly visible in the clean waters as she pulled towards the rocky bottom of the cove surfacing after about thirty seconds with two green objects in her hand.

Brenan immediately recognized them. In markets they were sold as ‘sea apples’, but all sailors referred to them as ‘sea cocks’ because the shape of the ‘apple’ was much more like a cucumber than an apple. Cindy pulled her body close to the side of the rocking boat hooking her arms and shoulders on the side of the boat and modestly hiding her naked breasts behind the side of the skiff. Reaching across the narrow boat she held one of the two swollen fruits to Brenan.

“These are one of my favorites!” The nearly naked girl stated easily. “I love the taste of the juices gushing into my mouth, don’t you?” Cindy asked as she seductively licked the end of the fruit. The invitation was unmistakable, Cindy was at the same time sweet and innocent and as provocative as a night walker. In case Brenan was missing the signals Cindy added as she nibbled on the bumpy end of the sea apple.

“Captain, I would do anything” stressing the word “to sign with your crew. Isn’t there any other skill you’d like to evaluate?”