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out of the frying pan (wolvenrogue and wingshadow)

Robert layed out in the hammock, and soon fell asleep, but was awkened by large drops of rain in the middle of the night. Before he could get the hammock down, and into the wheel houe his shorts were completely soaked. He tried not to wake Madoka, but it was difficult to hang his hammock in the dark in silence. and then he had to find a towel, strip off his wet shorts, dry himself and put on his dry shorts, before climbing back in. If he woke her he didn't know it for she remained silent. Later that night the storm worsened and the seas became heavy. Robert got up, and took the helm turning her into the wind.
 
Madoka slept like a log for most of the night, until he entered the wheel house and the frigid wind ripped through the cabin, chilling her with the cold salt spray. She soundlessly rubbed her eyes, catching a glimpse of Bob's silloette, but much to groggy to really make heads or tails of the situation. As the storm worsened and bob went out to take the helm to steer the boat, Madoka felt disoriented and dizzy due to the severe rocking of the boat from side to side and back and forth, causing her to feel extremely sea sick in a very short time. She tried to scramble out of the hamock to keep herself from throwing up in bed, but only manage to tumble back out, head first, onto the floor with a rather loud thud. She moaned and reached for the door knob, somehow managing to turn it before falling down again, sliding right out onto the slick deck and slamming into the side of the boat.

"So much for a peaceful night," Madoka moaned as she struggled to maintain her footing. She felt horrible, but at least the coldness of the water made her feel less motion sick, which was her main concern at the time rather than catching a cold or possibly being thrown overboard.
 
Robert set the auto pilot and ran out on deck it was way to dangerous for her to be out there. Her clinging to the rail, soaked to the skin. "you need to come back inside." I f you sit in one of the pilots chairs and look out the window it will be better, I promise, I 'll open a port hole and let in some fresh air, but you could end up overboard." He took her back inside and had her sit in the first mate's chair. Look out the window" he said. She was soaked to the skin, and would soon be chilled. he opened the porthole a crack for fresh air, and then handed her a small bucket and looked around for something for her to put on . all he could find was a blanket. He brought it to the pilot house, and held it up between them. "Ok" he said " stay in the chair so you don't fall, and get out of those wet clothes, all of them."
 
Madoka nodded her face still groggy and showing obvious signs of sea sickness, her body swaying in almost perfect harmony with the boat as it rose and fell. She nodded and did as he instructed, sliding off her now soaked nightshirt and her underwear before accepting the blanket and wrapping it around her back.
 
"The sickness will pass, everyone has it the first time or maybe two, but you will get better at handling it. Just look out the window at the horizon as far out as you can see." He rubbed her back, and tried to keep the boat on as even a keel as he could.
He felt bad that it had hit her so hard. He picked up her wet clothes and hung them over the string of her hammock.
 
Madoka didn't reply, she merely looked out as instructed, eyes only half-open partly out of irritation at the storm and partly out of drowsiness. She didn't pull away from his touch, rather it was reassuring to her even if her mind was occupied with other things.
 
It wasn't long before she was falling asleep and he was afraid she would fall out of the chair. Being used to long hours at the wheel, Bob was fine. He reached over, picked her up and set her in his lap letting her rest her head against his shoulder.
 
Madoka peacefully slumbered, snuggling up next to bob when he lifted her and placed her on his lap as he was warm and comfortable to her. The waves continued to roar and crash against the boat with terrible ferocity, but the two of them seemed to be locked into their own little blissful world apart.
 
He held her, cradling her in his lap. It felt good that she felt secure and un-threatened with him. her body was soft and warm, and he marveled that she seemed feather light in his lap. Morning broke and so did the storm, the waves slowly settling down. Bob put the boat in auto pilot again and then carrying the sleeping Madoka, climbed into his hammock, letting er stretch out on top of him, the blanket between them. He drifted off to sleep.
 
Madoka woke up the next morning a bit groggily, her memory of last night somewhat garbled as she pushed herself up by her arms and looked around. The first thing that she noticed was that she was naked, that much was certain but it didn't bother her nearly as much as her second discovery... That she was laying on top of Bob, who was also naked, with only a blanket separating their bodies. Her initial reaction was to wonder how they had gotten to such a point. Perhaps she had actually slipped in with him in bed, and Bob simply slept naked... But that didn't explain why she was in the buff as well.

As her mind started to piece her memory back together from the night before, she gradually turned a deep shade of red, unsure of what to do since her clothes were still damp and Bob was still sleeping soundly as she sat on his lap. She tried to keep her eyes averted from his body, but she had to admit she was more than just a little curious considering he walked about showing off his well-toned body for most of the day.
 
Bob felt her stir, and then sit up. glad that she was feeling better, but not wanting to embarass her by putting her in an even more difficult situation. He watched her through nearly closed eyes as she sat straddling his body on the hammock. He wondered what she would do. He could now clearly see, that she was as beautiful as she had imagined. As she was sitting, the heat from her pussy was now directly over his cock which was slowly comming to life.
 
Madoka noticed Bob's eyes slowly open and she quickly tried to move off of him in case he wanted to get up, instead falling over once again although she managed to catch herself from slamming onto the floor this time. She looked over at him, silent and clearly embarrassed at the situation that she found herself in but unwilling to posit a reasonable solution to it. Madoka realized that his body was reacting to her state of undress, as any normal male would, and didn't jump to accusations.

"Um, good m-morning," she stuttered, although the unease in the air was still thick enough to cut with a knife.
 
Bob smiled, and sitting up handed her the blanket to cover herself. He knew she was probably curious, and he wasn't a shy man. True he was erect, but he guessed that was at least some of what had drawn her curiosity. "good morning" he said. "Don't worry, nothing happened that shouldn't have. That blanket stayed between us all night, but I knew you would be cold and you needed to sleep. You fell asleep in my lap, and when the storm calmed down, I wanted some sleep, so I laid you on top of me so we could keep each other warm, Thats all, your clothes and mine are still all wet from the storm last night."
 
"I-I see," Madoka nodded. She figured nothing dirty had happened last night as she didn't think he was the sort of guy who would take advantage of her while she slept. However, that didn't provide much of a solution to her current predicament.

Accepting the blanket with a thankful nod, she wrapped it around herself and sat down on the floor, averting her eyes lest he think she was staring at him, and in particular his member which stood firmly at attention.

"You don't have to let me monopolize the blanket you know... You are cold too," she offered meekly, although from her heated face he could probably tell that she was embarrassed yet trying to show consideration.
 
Robert was a bit in a quandry as to how to take her invitation. He didn't want to continue to embarass her, nor did he wish to be seen as to forward. In the end he decided it was best to accept and try not to let the situation get the better of him. "Alright" he said," I'll take our clothes outside and hang them from the mast to dry, then come back in and warm up" He gathered both pairs of his shorts and her nightshirt and panties and ran the whole bunch up the masts then came in shivering and still erect, and climbed under the blanet with her in the hammock, this time skin to skin. The heat of her body felt wonderful and she seemed to fit perfectly along his side under his arm. His erect cock tented the blanket, a fact he tried hard to ignore.
 
Madoka cuddled up next to him, trying hard to calm herself and simply enjoy the sensation of resting against him and bathing in the warmth. She felt strangely secure with him, a rather new concept for her since she had not even been particularly comfortable with someone outside her family before. Perhaps she was feeling lonesome and needed someone to bond with. Perhaps she was attracted to this lonesome fisherman and wished, in some small way at least, to ease his desire for companionship. In any case, she didn't want to be pried off for a while...

She mentally noted the effect her presence had on his member, which had become quite noticeably stiff and made a significant influence on the blanket as he laid on his back while she curled up next to him on her side, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

"Does it hurt?" she asked tentatively, without needing to specify what she was referring to.
 
Bob chuckled at the question "no it actually feels kinda good, but it makes me want more of what caused it" he said. "You seem curious. Touch it if you like, it won't hurt, in fact quite the opposite." He gave her a gentle hug, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. This all felt so good and natural to him. other than being erect, he had managed to control his desires, and not do anything that might frighten her.
 
Madoka reached down and cautiously grasped it, curious as to its size and texture, as her face burned crimson. After a short while she let go and replied, "Um, that's alright... I don't wanna push things too far."

Her legs shifted slightly, causing a bit of friction between them. She would be lying to herself if she thought that this closeness didn't have any effect on her body as well, but it was simply less overt. The warmth between them continued to grow with each passing moment.
 
Robert loved the feel of her touch. It was all he could do to keep from moaning with pleasure, and breath normally. As she moved against him his hand fell against her ass, which felt heavanly. He took care not to move it or tease her in any way. He did however turn to her and kiss her gently.

He was pretty sure at this point that he was going to be late at pulling his lines, but he didn't care and made no metion of it to Madoka. He hd other priorities at the moment.
 
(Sorry about the delay, I was frustrated over the lack of responsiveness from my other future RP partners and had to let off some steam)

A soothing, fluttering feeling brushed over her as he pressed his lips against her, deepening the reddening in her face. She could feel his hand on her rear, his arm curving about her form and encompassing her. For once in her life, she felt like she actually mattered to someone other than herself... That her presence was wanted, needed, desired... Loved. She relished the feeling, wanting it to continue for as long as she could hold onto it.

Madoka looked up at him, eyes half open and slowly tracing the edges of his face while her right hand idly wandered across his chest. She wondered why she was feeling this way, the anxiousness and discomfort gradually fading away like the morning mist in the midday sun. She graced him with a soft smile, hoping that he would understand without having to translate it into words: I like it here.
 
He held her head in his hand and kissed her with even deeper passion, then pulled her on top of his broad chest encircling her with his arms, both hands now on her rear. The heat between them was becoming intense, his hard cock trapped between her thighs and her breasts now right in his face. he gently sucked in a a nipple, and suckled it lovingly. giving her time to adjust to the new sensation it brought to her. The world around them seemed to vanish and the only reality they had was each other.
 
Not resisting him as he pulled her on top of herself, Madoka let out a soft moan as she felt him sucking on her breast, the nipple reacting to his stimulation and hardening in response. She surrendered herself to his embrace, folding her arms around his head and holding him in place as her hips started to unconsciously grind against his leg. Her body was emitting yet greater heat, settling in her cheeks and face which now burned in desire. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and pulled him closer, wanting to ensure that the sensations she was feeling centered around the locations he stimulated with his hands and mouth grew stronger.
 
Bob continued his suckling of her nipple and pulled her hips over his so her body was centered over his. His cock was laying between her thighs and its head was now against her wet pussy so that when she rocked her hips, it rubbed along her slit. He held her ass in his hands. He want to hold her hips and force her down on his rock hard cock, but was worried that might scare her.
 
Madoka could feel his hardened member sliding against her womanhood as her hips continued to rub against him, the direct contact sending little flickers of pleasure across her body and drawing little muffled moans from her lips. She seemed to be somewhat swept up in the moment for she hardly noticed his hands positioning her entrance for almost immediate access. She was much too preoccupied enjoying the sensations, arching her back slightly into him and lifting her head up, eyes closed as she tried to retain a semblance of control by bitting down on her lower lip.
 
he held her hips firmly, and as she rocked her hips back, the head of his cock popped inside her. He held it there enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy stretching over his glanz. He moaned into her nipple, and slowly slid her down his hard cock, impaling her. he paused a moment to let her stretch, the backed out a ways and repeated his original slow thrust. It felt so good having her sheath his cock as she was that he continued to moan softly with desire. he moved to her other nipple giving it equal attention.
 
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