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Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 4

Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

wheel, Skip taking care to avoid the incriminating view out the window which would show me operating a passenger ferry in the middle of Sydney Harbour. It didn’t take long, and then Brian showed us out to the ladder and went back into the wheelhouse. “Ladies first,” Kevin joked, staring lewdly at my bottom. “Very funny,” I poked my tongue out at him, holding my skirt down so that the wind didn’t whip it up and expose my pussy. He just laughed and quickly climbed the ladder, I took one last look to make sure Brian wasn’t coming back out and then followed. Kevin took my hand as I climbed onto the roof and we looked around together. It was just as Skip had described – a little railed-off area a few metres square with a huge tower in the middle. And the view? It was spectacular! The inky black water glinted with reflections of Sydney’s lights all around us. I turned in a slow circle, looking for landmarks in the darkness, but the only ones I could pick out were Centrepoint Tower and the Harbour Bridge. Still, it was like the world’s biggest display of Christmas fairy lights. Just beautiful. It was blustery, but the wind wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be up so high on a moving ferry, and Kevin and I stood with arms around each other for a minute just looking. “Wow,” he said finally. “I don’t think Skip knows what ‘romantic’ is,” I breathed. “This is beautiful.” I leaned my head against Kevin’s cheek and he turned to kiss my forehead. Looking up into his face with a few ... escaped tendrils of my hair dancing between us, I kissed him back, that almost familiar surge of adrenalin making my heart pound again as he closed me tighter in his arms. “Do you know,” I said, smiling and fingering the buttons on his shirt. “I’m sure Leonardo DiCaprio had more buttons undone on his shirt.” I popped one of them, and then when he didn’t complain I opened two more and placed a palm against his bare chest. “Do you know,” he smiled back. “The Titanic was in iceberg country in the North Atlantic. When I saw the movie, I remember Leonardo with a warm jacket and his shirt buttoned up to the neck.” “That’s not how I remember it at all,” I said, slowly opening another button and kissing him on the lips. “In the one I remember, he had his shirt flying open.” I opened the last button and smoothed both hands over his chest and shoulders, “And he was standing on the rail with Kate Winslet behind him …” “I think you’ve got your roles reversed,” he laughed. “Or did you see some Mexican remake? Were they speaking English?” “Shush,” I said, putting a finger over his lips and turning him around to face the bow while I stood behind him. “He definitely had his shirt open. Or maybe it was off? I can’t remember.” “Open!” he blurted. “I’m sure it was just open.” “Good,” I said in his ear, still holding him in my arms and running my hands slowly over his chest. “I knew we saw the same movie.” “You’re the boss,” he said under his breath. That kind of sass would not go unrewarded. “So ...