To the island!

The next morning you find yourself standing on the deck of Bea's ship, watching the sun rise up out of the ocean. It's not a large vessel, with a crew of only about twenty men, but it'll do for your purposes. Bea stands at the ships wheel, barking out orders as the sails are unfurled and you set out towards Marssa.

The day passes quite slowly; there are few diversions available aboard, especially with Bea at the wheel. But you get your chance soon enough.

There's a great shout, and all the sailors run forward to look at something in the ocean a little way off. You walk up beside Bea and ask, "What is it? What are they looking at?"

"The leviathan," she answers. "It's very rare; it's a giant kind of fish that lives in these parts, as long as a blue whale. It's considered a sign of good luck to see it."

As everyone else's attention is diverted elsewhere, an idea comes into your head. You step around behind her and press yourself up against her back. "W-what are you doing?" she asks.

"Just try to stay quiet," you whisper close in her ear. Then you slide a hand over her front, down her toned stomach, and into the waistband of her trousers. You keep a careful eye on the sailors, but none of them are paying any attention to the two of you- they're too busy watching the leviathan.

"Oh fuck... John, you can't do this... not here..." Bea whispers as your fingers find her clit. She's sopping wet already, no doubt at the thought of being fingered in public as well as at the stimulation. "Ohh, fuck..."

You keep your thumb on her clit as you curl two fingers around and slide them into her pussy. She lets out a whimper, but manages to keep from being too loud. You plant a light kiss on the side of her neck as you start to move in and out of her, pushing your fingers all the way in to the second knuckle and jerking them inside her.

"Ohh, gods..." Bea moans. "Oh gods, yes..."

It takes her barely a minute to come; her pussy squeezes around your fingers and her breathing becomes heavier; aside from this, and another moan of pleasure, there is no sign of what's going on inside her. You keep vibrating your hand until she's finished, then you draw your fingers out and pop them into her mouth. She happily sucks them clean.

You remove your fingers from her mouth just as the first sailors start to turn around, and walk away smiling. Nobody, except you and Bea, have any idea of what just happened.