Sleep eventually came, with my dick still half hard, and I entered a twilight world of dreams and reality with my mind adding me to the hot couple on the foredeck. I dreamed of Mary Ann riding me as she sucked Jeff, I dreamed of her riding Jeff as she sucked me, I dreamed of all sorts of combinations where Jeff and I kept Mary Ann hot and begging for more. I finally dreamed of me filling her mouth with my cum, blast after blast until I was drained and then I fell into a dreamless sleep.
When I woke it all came back to me and I looked to see how much mess I had created. It had been a long time since I had had a wet dream but I knew that if I dreamed of me cumming then I had cum in the bed. The sheet was off and there was not a spec to be seen. Oh no, I thought, that dream was so real what if…? My cock just lay there looking quite satisfied with itself. It knew, but it wasn’t telling.
I went up on deck and Mary Ann was there alone. It seems I had slept in and Jeff had already gone to bed.
“Good morning David.” She said. We always called it morning when someone got up, regardless of the time. “Did you sleep well?”
“Uh, yes.” I replied, not knowing what to say or how to say it.
“Do you remember David, the thing we are never to talk about?” She asked.
“Of course.” I answered. Oh how I remembered.
“Well now there’s two, ok? Please?” Mary Ann was giving me an easy way out and I seized it.
“Yes, of course, if that’s what you want.” I said.
“It is.” She answered, dismissing the subject.
Then Mary Ann licked her lips and said “Yum.”
My cock jumped. I went and found something to do on the engines for a while.
For the rest of the trip Mary Ann and Jeff acted like lovers, cuddling and kissing and just being infatuated with each other. Good, I thought, they both deserve someone special. I never caught them at it again and I didn’t have any more dry wet dreams that were just so realistic.
One night we finally tied up next to a Rupert off the coast of South America and we got a briefing.
The chief Rupert met us in his cabin.
“Names are not important.” He said by way of an introduction.
“The I will call you Boss Rupert.” I said.
“Good enough.” He answered.
Boss Rupert was definitely military in bearing and used to command. Tall, about six three, very fit and very confident.
“You guys need to take over from here, we cannot get closer.” He told us.
“Why?” Asked Jeff.
“International politics and a trigger happy dictator.” Said Boss Rupert. He looked appraisingly at Jeff. “Military?” He asked.
“‘Nam,” said Jeff, “Commandos.”
“Ah.” A light had turned on and suddenly they were exchanging unit and battle information. I watched Jeff and saw the emergence of respect for Boss Rupert and what he had done. That was good enough for me.
After a while they remembered Mary Ann, two Rupert minors and I were there.
“Oh, sorry,” said Boss Rupert, “let’s get back to the subject.”
“Wendy went in a week ago, she wouldn’t wait for you to get in position as the two brothers were only going to be together for one night. She set off the device and Ramon was killed but Carlo survived. They were apparently already on to her and she was lucky to escape.”
“She’s all right then?” I asked anxiously.
“Yes and no.” Boss Rupert answered.
“She took a planned escape route but it seems one of our links was a traitor and she is now being held in a warehouse near the docks here.” He pointed at a place on a map.
“What will happen to her?” Asked Mary Ann, the color drained from her face.
“Apparently Carlo is being treated for injuries and they are holding her until he can deal with her personally.”
“Oh, god no.” Mary Ann breathed.
“What can we do?” Asked Jeff.
“What can you do? I asked Boss Rupert.
He looked at us and seemed to make a decision.
“We,” he said to me, “can do nothing. We cannot risk being caught there due to our government connections. You,” he said to Jeff, “cannot do anything either.’
“Oh, god no,” Mary Ann said again “you are going to cut her loose.”
I was chilled. “I will not sit back and let someone “deal with” Wendy,” I said, “you tell me where to get her and I will go and get her.”
Boss Rupert looked at me and spoke as if he hadn’t heard anything. “You,” he said, “on the other hand, are the only person who can do anything. And it is at a pretty big risk.”
“Fine,” I said, “Tell me about it.”
Boss Rupert looked at me then spoke. “We got a phone call on a positive secure number,” I must have looked blank, “that is a number only known to operatives and not to be given without their belief that things are right.”
“Wendy approves.” I said.
“Yes,” Boss Rupert said, “she accepts what she has been told.”
“Which is?” I asked.
“Her night time guard is a young woman named Louisa,” Boss Rupert said, “she asked for you to go there, that’s how we got the address.” He hesitated. “If anyone else turns up she says she will kill Wendy.”
Mary Ann gasped and Jeff hugged her.
“What else?” I asked.
“A message that only you will understand she said. Wendy said to say if you do this it will be a very long winter.”
They all looked at me for clarification.
“I understand,” I said, “it’s on the level. Where do I go and when?”
“It’s very risky.” Said Boss Rupert.
“I know, I accept, now stop wasting time.”
He stopped wasting time, told us the address, the time was tonight because the latest information was that Carlo was on his way right now, so we left quickly.
The trip from international waters to the harbor was interesting. I realized the depth of my feelings toward Wendy and decided if she did not come back neither would I. Mary Ann wished me luck and held me tight. Jeff suggested I take a gun. I didn’t know there were guns on board, but refused anyway. This Louisa might not take too well to an armed man entering the prison.
In the early hours of the morning we entered the harbor quietly and I left in the dinghy before the officials paid us any attention. A slow row ashore and I hid the dinghy in a bunch of small boats tied with long lines up to the shore. Incoming tide I thought, and thought I should have asked when I had the chance. I followed a set of simple instructions through the deserted waterfront area and was soon standing in front of a door that looked like all the others in a street of warehouses. There was no light inside and I checked and re checked my directions before knocking quietly.
I heard a question in a language that I did not recognize, but assumed to be Spanish or similar.
“It is David.” I said firmly.