During a trip into Boston, he stopped at a small antique map shop. While flipping through the Caribbean charts, he discovered a crudely drawn map that vaguely reminded him of an unnamed island he had once explored off the Haitian coast. "It's a map to pirate treasure," the proprietor said pointing to the black "X" near the tiny cove on the island's east side. "Although I'm sure anything of value was plundered a hundred years ago. But there could still be interesting artifacts scattered nearby."
He purchased the map for an exorbitant figure, but he didn't mind—the possibility of adventure had been sparked in his blood. He took the map home and showed Trina. He carefully spread the weathered parchment on their dining room table.
"Maybe treasure is buried here," he explained. "Spanish doubloons, or jewels. Or even old weapons. Wouldn't it be cool to own a sword that was wielded by a real pirate?"
Trina's deep blue eyes sparkled at the thought. "How much are doubloons worth? Aren't they made of gold? Are you sure it's the right island?" She paused for a moment and lowered her voice to a purr. "You know, I've always wanted to have pirate treasure poured all over my naked body." She grabbed his cock and he hardened in her hand. "Pearls and rubies and emeralds and gold, running all over my tits and between my legs. Mmmm..." She unzipped his pants and lowered her mouth to his organ. She held his balls and sucked, and in no time at all, he was firing off a heavy round of semen. She greedily swallowed until he was spent.
"When can we go?" she asked, smacking her lips.
He gasped for breath. "I have a couple weeks of vacation coming to me. We could go as soon as I can tie up some loose ends."
She hugged and kissed him. "I can't wait," she said.
When he came home from work the next day, she greeted him at the door bare from the waist up. "I want you to fuck me from behind," she said. She bent over the couch, her ass up in the air. He pushed down the flannel pajama pants she was wearing. There was a new, black mark on her right cheek, the size of his palm.
He looked carefully at the image. It was a skull and crossbones tattoo. The skin around it was red and inflamed. "What is this?" he said.
"Fuck me now!" she panted.
He shoved off his pants and sunk into her with one, smooth thrust. Trina emitted a feral growl. "Pull my hair!" she ordered. He grabbed a fistful of her long, blonde mane and snapped her head backwards. "Ah! Jesus! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she said.
It took less than a minute of sweating, slapping flesh and guttural moans. Trina screeched, and he unleashed a torrent into her box.
He looked down at her ass and at the grinning skull there. "How do you like my tattoo?" she asked.
"I'm surprised. I never thought of you as a tattoo person."
"I think it's sexy. It hurt like hell, but I like it."
"If you like it, then I like it."
She got up off the couch. "Let's go look at the map again."
They traced the map and made two full-size copies at Kinko's. On the Internet, they researched pirates and shipwrecks. Trina drank rum drinks every evening. Sometimes at night, they would fuck for hours.
