“Maybe I do, too. You don’t know everything I might do.”
Charlie’s partial woody instantly became a full-blown erection. “Pet, you’re playing with fire here. I don’t think you want me on top of you before I shower. More talk like that, and you’re about to have soot in your blond hair.”
“Let me shower with you. We have time, don’t we?”
“My next watch doesn’t start until eight o’clock tonight. Damn straight we have time.”
“Well, then, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Charlie could hardly believe she meant it. When Pet stood up and took his hand, he knew he had found himself one hell of a sheila. Since he’d never been with anyone so willing before, he had to ask her, “Are you sure about this?”
“I told you last night, you are man enough to do the job. I meant it.”
“What job is that, Pet?”
“You are man enough to satisfy me. You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for a man like you. Wait until you meet my assistant. Then you may understand.”
“Morgy will be happy, won’t he?”
“Your friend will be quite happy. Most men in my profession prefer trousers to skirts. Even when they are sexy enough to put dew on my flower, they aren’t interested in me.”
“They have to be frigging crazy! How could any man walk away from you?”
“Plenty have.”
“Frigging hell, I want you right now.” Charlie tried to pull Pet closer to kiss her.
She put her hand on his chest and flexed her fingers in his chest hair. “My wonderful, filthy sailor, let’s scrub you up.”
Charlie took offense at her remark. “You best be getting this straight. I’m an engineer, not a sailor.”
She laughed, a beautiful, sparkling sound. “I am so sorry, my wonderful, filthy engineer. Unless you want me to find you a dingo to frig, you’d better let me wash you.”
Trying to hide his shock that a sheila of her breeding would use such language, he retorted, “I’m not frigging any damn dog when I have you in my cabin.”
“I thought you might feel that way. Let’s take a shower.”
Pet took Charlie’s hand and squeezed it. He desperately wanted to fuck her, but knew he would put her off if he didn’t clean himself up. So he figured he would let her lead the way. She did, through the door to the shower.
“Your loo is just as small as your cabin!” Charlie’s toilet had a commode, a sink and a shower stall. Two people could barely fit in the remaining space.
Charlie stepped away from her as far as he could in the tight quarters. “Careful, Pet, you’ll get your dress dirty. I don’t want you to rub up against me.” He grinned. “At least not until I shower.”
“That’s not until we shower.” Pet lowered the spaghetti straps on her dress. Charlie just stood there, watching her. “Do you want me to undress you? Take off your clothes!”
Charlie knew that as soon as he took off his boiler suit, Pet would plainly see his reaction to her being there. Rather than hiding it, he figured he would make the most of it. “You’d best be hanging that pretty frock in the closet by my bunk.” Charlie slipped his arms out of his coverall sleeves. “I have to take off my boots, and they’re covered with soot. Don’t want it to get on you.”
Petula took his advice. Stepping just outside the door, where Charlie could still plainly see her, she pulled her dress over her head. Once again, she had nothing on underneath. It took a considerable amount of willpower for Charlie to not have a wank staring at her naked tits and pussy. Instead, he chastised her.
“Jesus Christ, Pet. You’re going to get yourself into a shit-load of trouble running around the ship like that. My mates can sniff a hot pussy at a hundred paces. Most of us were raised in the bush, if you get my drift.”
Petula laughed. “Charles, you worry too much. I can take care of myself.” She moved out of sight while she hung up her dress.
As he sat down on the toilet to take off his boots, Charlie whispered, “I fucking bet you can.”
“What did you say? I didn’t hear you?” Pet yelled from around the corner.
“I said I bet you can take care of yourself.”
She reappeared in the doorway. “Of course, I can.” Charlie couldn’t help himself, he stared at her tits. “For God’s sake, Charlie! Take off your clothes.” She came back in and stood in front of him, her blond pussy now only a few centimeters from his face.
This is what Charlie wanted. Now that he had her naked, he wanted to see how far he could push her. “If you want me in the nick so bad, then I think you should help me get there.”
“So you do want me to undress you.”
Charlie held up his foot. “Can’t get the suit off with my boots still on.” He put both hands behind his head, leaned back and waited.
Exasperated, Pet put her hands on her hips, which made her tits jut out even more. “You have a set of bollocks, don’t you?”
“Just got off my watch.” He closed his eyes, while keeping his foot poised in the air. “I could use forty winks. Take your time.” He knew he had her. His prick twitched in anticipation.
“Well, aren’t you being a bloody bit of business!” Pet grabbed his boot. She was so focused on pulling it off, she didn’t notice he’d opened his eyes to watch. She tugged hard and almost fell backward when it let loose. After regaining her balance, she grabbed his other ankle. “Lift your frigging foot.”
Without saying a word, he obliged. All the while, Pet’s tits bounced with her efforts. The view he had couldn’t be beat. She tugged again and the boot came off. This time, she managed it better, but not before she got soot all over her legs.
Her hair had fallen over her eyes. Before Charlie could stop her, she involuntarily brushed it back, leaving long black streaks on her forehead and in her hair.
“You know, Pet, you’ve gone from being a tidy sheila to being a grub like me.”
Pet looked down at herself. “Bloody hell. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Look in the mirror.”
Petula glanced in the mirror over the sink. “Bugger! I even got it in my hair.” She walked right past Charlie and stepped in the shower. “I’m taking a shower. You can join me, or not. Up to you.”
Charlie followed her into the shower, still wearing his boiler suit. Before Pet had a chance to turn on the water, he spun her around and yanked her against him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and her pale skin took on the same dark hue as his.
Before she had a chance to whinge about his still having his clothes on, he kissed her. He dug his fingers into her bare arse and held her pelvis tightly against his groin. He knew she could feel his erection, he wanted her to feel it. Charlie rubbed himself against her leg, not caring that he got her even dirtier.
This sheila wanted shagging, and could handle it being rude. Charlie kissed her hard, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked it the way she had his dick the night before.
Pet tried to pull his coveralls down over his hips, not realizing they were still snapped the length of his groin. When the snaps popped in one long rat-a-tat-tat, she jumped and nearly bit Charlie’s tongue. He moved his head just in time.
He steadied her and whispered, “Easy, Pet.”
“Oh, Lord, did I rip them?”
“Hell,