Evelyn tossed the wet towel into the basket under the bar and gave the deck one last glance.

It was nearly two in the morning, and all of the guests had gone to sleep.

They finally called it quits after their fifth tequila shots, much to Evelyn's relief. She walked inside, the yacht rocking gently

side to side against the nighttime swell. She wasn't expecting to see Ben, the lead deckhand, sitting on the plush, white sofa.

You better not be getting that sofa dirty, said Evelyn.

My stewardess duties are officially over for the night.

Ben stood up, reaching out his hand as he pulled Evelyn in towards him. She moaned quietly as he ran his fingers through her

auburn hair, kissing her neck. Ben, it's a work night. We shouldn't. Why not? It's been a long day, and we could both

use some stress relief, right? Evelyn couldn't argue with that. She let Ben lead her to his cabin.

The boat chef, Tyler, was asleep on the top bunk, but he was snoring

so loudly, but it didn't seem like he'd wake up. Besides, her cabin mate, Lily, was a light

sleeper and would have hated it if Evelyn brought Ben back to their space. In here, whispered Ben,

opening the door to their tiny bathroom. We can fit. Evelyn looked skeptical. Once inside,

they undressed themselves.

Evelyn was buzzing with excitement.

These were the things that made busy chaotic days on the yacht worth it.

Ben turned on the light and let Evelyn get in first.

They were cramped in together as the warm water poured over them, but they didn't care.

Ben's hands ran over Evelyn's naked body, squeezing her breasts and tugging at her nipples.

Uh, Ben.

She breathed, her pussy throbbing now.

She reached down in between them so she could stroke Ben's cock, which was already hard.

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