The old research vessel creaked as it rolled gently with the crystal blue waves. Rachel sat processing the haul of lionfish on the swim platform, her legs immersed in the warm tropical water. The fillet knife struggled to cut through the hard fins, the sharp cracking of spines was interlaced with expletives from her mouth. She tossed the junk overboard, careful not to prick herself on the candy cane patterned spikes. She smiled in amusement as an array of marine life snapped at the morsels sinking between her legs. She kicked her legs slowly in the water, the comfort she felt made her pause with blessed content. It was always her dream to do science in a remote location. To be surrounded by nature every day and to make a difference in the world. Every day filled her with joy and fulfillment despite the stinking pile of carcasses beside her.
The sound of wet flip flops woke her from her daydream. The principal investigator of the boat, Dr. Tracy Hunt, and her friend Claire came out from the cabin. Dr. Hunt was tall and fit, her long grey hair and the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes the only things betraying her age. Rachel turned meek. Even after two years of working with her closely, Dr. Hunt still intimidated her because of how greatly Rachel admired her. She was the definition of a badass woman scientist that broke the boundaries without a care. She was everything Rachel aspired to be.
"All done already?" Claire said surprised. Rachel had to hide a smirk. Claire, a petite Chinese biologist, always looked comically small beside their boss.
"Listen," Dr. Hunt cut the idle chit chat early. "The son of one of our biggest backers is visiting to see what we do out here with their money. I want you to show him around and give him the tour of our operations."
"Why me?!" Rachel replied in a flustered tone.
"Never mind that. I know you are ready for this, but this is very
very
important. We need to make sure we keep this funding coming. His son will be arriving later tonight."
Rachel eyes widened, "Tonight?!"
Dr. Hunt looked down Rachel's body, eying the conservative one-piece she had on. She finished in a hush voice, "And for god sakes, put on a two-piece."
She left without another word. The two girls looked at each in confusion. What was that all about?
Rachel tugged at the high cleavage of her swimsuit. Claire looked on with envy, knowing that Rachel wore those one-pieces to hide some serious weaponry.
"I guess Dr. Hunt expects me to seduce him or something," Rachel joked.
"With tits like those, it'll be a cinch I'm sure," Claire giggled.
"Hey! I'm sure I can impress him with just my brain, thank you very much. I just hope he isn't some old bag. I don't want some wrinkly creep staring at me all day."
"Who knows...but if he's a cutie you have to let me join you!"
"But what about Terry?"
"Oh, it'll be just some flirty fun. Come on! The crew are a bunch of bores. We haven't had fresh blood in forever. I'm sure we can gold dig this guy without even giving anything up."
"I guess," Rachel laughed uncomfortably at her forwardness.
They joked around as they packed the fish and brought it over to the grumpy kitchen crew. The scraggly locals seemed to perk up at the sight of the nubile ladies and merrily offered some sweet snacks as the two dropped off the last crate. The pair left sucking some fruity popsicles as they walked across the creaking ship to their rooms.
Rachel closed the door behind her and stripped off her one-piece. Her 32H breasts sprang out from the stretchy supportive material of the swimsuit and hung heavy off her chest. They shook excessively as she stripped the sticky suit down her comparatively proportionate ass and thick milky thighs. The large portion of her life spent in water, whether it had been an unconscious choice or by fate, had saved her from a life time of back pain. Her curly blonde hair rippled from the warm sea breeze coming from her window as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was tall and leggy, much like Dr. Hunt. Her active lifestyle kept her filled out and without a single fold. She had been told her entire life that she needs to hide her curvy body and resented the lecherous and envious stares from men and women a like. But as she aged, she began to embrace her full figure and take command of it. She cupped her breasts.
"If Dr. Hunt thinks the girls will secure us some funding, I guess I shouldn't complain."
She perused her limited wardrobe and pulled out the bikinis. They ranged from skimpy to practical, a perfect spread for lounging on the beach to working on the hottest days. She slipped on a supportive red halter top bikini with a matching high waisted bottom.
She helped with scrubbing the deck for the rest of the afternoon. The hard work and hot sun left her glossy, drenched in sweat. So focused on the work, she barely registered the growing buzz of an approaching outboard motor until it stopped. She paused and looked at the other crew members who just shrugged. Soon after, Dr. Hunt walked towards them with an imposing man beside her.
He looked young, she mused. He dwarfed Dr. Hunt the same way that she dwarfed Claire. His body, muscled and jet black, was dressed in a silk tropical print dress shirt and tight black pants. He looked out of place on a working boat, but not out of place in the tropics.
"This is," Dr. Hunt started.
"My name is Dominic," the man interrupted and reached out his hand. "You can call me Dom. I handle all my dad's charitable work."
She reached out and gripped his hand, struggling due to the difference in size. He smiled down at her as they shook, confidently shifting his eyes to her cleavage and staring for a moment too long before returning to her eyes. She was surprised at his brazenness, and looked enraptured at his attractive chiseled face to see if she could find a moment of weakness in his expression.
"And your name?" he continued in a low accented voice.
"Oh, uh, um, it's Rachel!" she blurted.
Dr. Hunt looked on with disapproval at the awkward interaction.
"Well Rachel, I looked forward to spending time with you. I'll be in the room next to you unpacking. Come grab me in a bit."
The two women watched as he strutted away.
"He looks just like his father," Dr. Hunt said out of the blue. She looked at Rachel and her lips signaled some disappointment at the choice of swim suit. "Maybe take him on a dive, I think he'll enjoy seeing the biodiversity we have around here."
...
She knocked on his door nervously.
"Come in!" he boomed.
She opened the door slowly and blushed when she saw he was in just his swim trunks.
"One moment," he smiled.
She watched him hang the last of his clothes in the closet. She gawked at his finely muscled body. His arms were like cannons and were coupled with a rippling muscled torso.
