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The Sexy Misadventures of Sabrina the Slutty Spy

Part 3: Man in the Boat

By

Annabel Bastione


SMASHWORDS EDITION

Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione


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Sabrina gasped loudly as she opened her eyes, coming face to face with a chiseled face pressing down on her lips. All her danger sensors went into overdrive as her instincts told her to get up immediately.

"Wha-", she started, sitting up after much flailing about, coughing and sputtering all the way. It was not a good feeling.

She looked around, and realized she stranded in a row boat, in the middle of a lake. The sky was a rich shade of blue and the weather was just perfect for a holiday.

The man who kissed her stared back at her in joy, "you're alive!" He exclaimed excitedly.

Dazed and confused, she took a closer look at her surroundings. A torn parachute floated in the water nearby. The wooden rowboat she was on seemed well worn, along with an old fishing rod and some bait and hook.

The stranger beside her on the other hand, was deadly handsome. Being out in the heat like that caused him to go topless with a straw hat to protect his eyes from the blaring sun. Sabrina noted his muscular, toned body and the larger than usual sized bulged in his pants. His handsome face was also finely chiseled, if they met on the street she would have probably mistaken him for a model rather than a fisherman. Moreover, his eyes betrayed a feeling of genuine kindness and sincerity. Sabrina felt herself feeling safe and aroused simultaneously.

"You have no idea how epic your entrance was," he started, "here I was just quietly enjoying a good fishing trip when out of nowhere I see you land straight into water with an enormous splash!"

Gesturing wildly, it took Sabrina some effort to recognize he was speaking in coherent sentences.

"When I heard you come down, I looked around to find the source of the commotion," he pointed towards the floating, torn parachute nearby, "I was like, did I just see somebody land in the water? So I jumped in to see if anyone needed help. Lo, and behold, I pulled out the most beautiful girl I had ever seen!"

It was then when all the memories came rushing back to her. Her sexual escapades in the flying helicopter, how she came several times in freefall, her discovery of Leon the traitor and her eventual survival of the ordeal.

She also realized she was wet, shivering, and very, very naked.

Her cheeks blushed red in embarrassment as her arms reached to cover her chest protectively.

The stranger was a sensitive guy for her noticed, and immediately grabbed a nearby jacket and wrapped her in it. It was too late for him though for his body reacted as any hot blooded male would before he could think things through.

Sabrina stared in wonderment as his already enormous bulge grew even bigger, trying to free itself from its owner's pants.

"Ah," the stranger started, his cheeks turning red from the awkwardness.

"Sorry about that, let me finish my story. I hope you did not mind me, I thought you weren't breathing when I pulled you up on the boat, so I tried my best to revive you with CPR. I'm glad to see that it worked at least," the stranger continued sheepishly, anxiously waiting for Sabrina to respond before things got even more awkward between them.

Sabrina remained silent, captivated by the beautiful man in front of her and still slightly dazed from her earlier misadventures.

"I… I'm Sabrina," Sabrina managed to reply after a while, not breaking away from the stranger's firm, but gentle gaze.

"Ah," he responded before getting a hold of himself, "Well where are my manners! I'm Dave! It's a pleasure to meet you, Sabrina."

She noticed how he emphasized her name in his speech, his tongue rolling out the 'r' sound, saying it so delicately, almost as if he loved the sound of the name, or her.

"What are you doing out here, and where am I?" she enquired.

Dave smiled, and proceeded to give her a briefing of how he was on holiday and was enjoying an afternoon out on the lake alone, finding inspiration for him to writer. He was a writer you see, and was working on a new novel, joking that how Sabrina had literally falling into his life was exactly what he needed to start work.


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