A Day on The Lake

This is the second installment in a series of stories. No offense to the wonderful creators or writers of The Nanny. I don't own the characters, just borrowed them. The only thing that's mine is the boat.
This is definitely an NC-17 story!


A Day on The Lake

It was a beautiful day on Lake Pontchartrain. The sun was shining, just a few fluffy clouds in the sky, and a gentle breeze in the air. Fran and Max stared in to each others eyes, trying to process just exactly what had transpired the night before. Champagne, a romatic movie, those kisses, then...oh, yes, now they had put it all together. They had finally given in to their feelings for each other, and and indulged themselves in a night of passion. Now what?

Max knew he couldn't backpedal on this one, he'd just have to be more careful about letting his emotions run away with him. He slipped his arms around Fran and gave her a gentle kiss. "Good morning, Darling!"
DARLING? Where the hell did THAT come from? Max looked at Fran to see if she noticed his slip. Oh, God, she was smiling. She noticed.

"Good Morning Mr...Max!" Fran leaned forward and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. "Mmmm, I'm famished, where's Niles when ya need him, anyway?!" She gave a gentle laugh. "So, what's for breakfast?"

Breakfast. They had forgotten to shop for anything except last night's dinner. "Well, I could get dressed and run back to that little market", Max said, starting to get out of bed.

"Or, wasn't there a Waffle House right across the street from the market?" Fran grinned at him. She had no clue what a Waffle House was, but it sure had to beat shopping and cooking!

"Waffle House, Miss Fine?" "Have you ever eaten in a Waffle House?"

"Well, no, but it sounds good anyway!" Fran stifled a giggle. She had seen inside this restaurant as they drove by. It was like a little diner, complete with a counter and little booths...and a jukebox! Mr. Sheffield in a diner! Good thing she packed her camera! "Oh, come on, Mr. Sheffield, let's try it! I'm starving! If I'm gonna try sailing, YOU can try Waffle House!" She laid her hand on his arm and looked up at him.

"All right, you win! We're going to Waffle House. I'll shower and dress first, and then go outside and check the sails while you get ready".

Max closed the door from the v berth to the shower. As Fran lay in bed listening to the water run, she felt little water droplets on her face, and turned around to look at the door. Where the door met the bulkhead, there was a gap of about an inch. Just enough for her to get a full view of the man she loved lathering up. Oh, she never wanted to be a bar of soap so bad in her life! As he turned to rinse off, she decided she'd better move away from the crack in the door. No sense getting caught and ruining future shows! She heard the water turn off, and he left the door closed to the berth while he dressed. She closed her eyes to re live what she witnessed in the shower.

"You didn't go back to sleep did you?" Max had opened the door and was standing over her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "The shower's free, I'm going topside to check the sails and the rigging".

"Topside? Rigging? Sails I understand. Oy, I've got a lot to learn about this boat stuff!"

Max just smiled at her, and headed out on deck. Fran got up and into the shower. She was glad she'd brought her scented shower gels from Bath and Body Works. Let's see, which one..onutonut Lime Verbena. The last time she'd used that one, she had caught Max purposely getting close enough to smell the sweet scent. She could hear Max walking on the top of the boat. As he moved from one side to another, Fran lost her balance as the boat rocked. "This is gonna take some getting used to...or some Brit's strong arms to catch me when I lose my balance!" This boat thing might just be the thing that cements their relationship, she thought.

Fran blew her hair dry, and opted for no curls and a pony tail, since they were going sailing. She didn't want her hair blowing all over the place, how attractive was that?. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a cropped t shirt. She put on her tennis shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. Ok, time to eat! She climed the ladder to join Max on deck.

"Ready to go?" Oh, didn't he look yummy! He was wearing khaki shorts with a blue polo shirt, and a pair of slip on sneakers the same blue as his shirt. "Boy, do you look nautical, Mr. Sheffield!" He turned to look at her.

"You look very naughty...er..nautical, yourself, Miss Fine!" There he went again. He didn't want to escalate things, just to keep things as they were. Hopefully she would understand that last night was simply the result of too much to drink. Oh, who was he kidding. He'd spent months dreaming of exactly what happened! He took her by the hand and helped her off the boat, and they walked up to the parking lot to their rented car. When they arrived at Waffle House, they took a seat in a booth and looked at the menu.

"Grits? What are grits, Mr. Sheffield?" Fran frowned at the menu. Ok, here was something she understood. "Pecan waffles! I'll have a couple of those with some eggs and bacon!" The waitress looked puzzled.

"A couple of waffles, ma'am?"

Max smiled. "Trust me, she wants two waffles!" He winked at Fran.

When the meal came, Fran looked at her waffles. These were not the little belgian waffles that Niles prepared, these things took up a whole plate by themselves! Fran took a deep breath and dug in. As Max expected, she cleaned all three of her plates of food. Where does she put it all, he wondered.

Max paid the check and they drove across the street and stopped at the market for groceries. They picked up plenty of fruit and vegetables, and Max suggested he grill some hot dogs for lunch while they were out on the lake.

Fran playfully slapped his arm. "Oh, Mr. Sheffield, you know me so well! Hot dogs will be great!" She picked up some deli potato salad and some chips to go with the meal. As an afterthought, she went to the meat counter and picked up some chicken breasts, just in case. Max was over on the wine aisle picking out several bottles of wine. Fran walked up behind him and handed him a bottle of champagne like they had last night. "Don't forget a couple of these, Mr. Sheffield!" She winked seductively at him.

Uh, oh. He very well couldn't just put back the wine now, he might hurt her feelings, so he smiled and winked back at her and put them in the cart. He paid for the purchases, and they headed back to the marina. Fran stowed the food in the cupboards and refrigerator while Max readied the sails. When she was done, she joined Max on deck for her initial lesson. He walked the deck and pointed out each piece of equipment to her, making her repeat the name to him. Mast, boom, standing rigging, running rigging (Hadn't she seen this in Captain Ron???) He told her how to cast off the lines and haul in the fenders when they were ready to get underway. Ok, how hard can that be?

"Ready, Miss Fine?"

Ready, Mr. Sheffield!"

Blower on? Check! Gas line open? Check! Jib hanks secure? All of them, Miss Fine? Check! Key in ignition? Check. Max started up the engine and sent Fran up to the bow to untie the bow lines. He released the sternlines as he started backing the boat out of the slip. That went well, they handled that like they had worked together a time or two! Fran made way way back to the cockpit from the foredeck as Max navigated the fairway in the marina. As they got to the end, he made a left turn, and they were in the large lagoon, heading for the lake.

"Care to drive, Miss Fine?"

" In here? What if another boat comes along? What do I do?"

"Just stick to your side of the channel. Just like a car, keep it slow as to not throw a wake".

"A wake?"

"The little ripples coming from the front of the boat, that become bigger ripples the faster you go".

Fran took the wheel nervously. "Stay right here with me, I've never done this before!". Max stood right behind her in case he needed to take over. There was barely enough room for one person to stand behind the wheel, and his body was pressed against her back. God, she smelled good! What was that, coconut and some flowers? Fran started to relax at the helm, and leaned back, pushing herself against Max. His hands subconciously slip around her waist. Her bare midriff was warm from the sun, and her skin was so soft. She tilted her head back and laid it against his chest. Several boats passed and waved, and they waved back. To the other boaters, this looked like a couple very much in love. When Fran got to the last navigation marker, they were out on the open lake. "Ok, now what do I do?" To Max, that was a loaded question. He knew exactly what he'd like her to do. DAMN! He had to stop thinking like that!

"Head for the railroad bridge, over there to the right. According to the chart, there are several coves over there where we can anchor for lunch". "Are you ready for the sails to go up?"

"Ready whenever you are!"

"Allright, hold the wheel steady, and turn the boat into the wind. Watch the little arrow on top of the mast".

Fran turned the boat into the wind, smiling at her accomplishment. She watched as Max began pulling the lines that raised the sails. First the main sail. Oy! Look at the muscles on that man! She felt the boat begin to tilt a little as the sail reached the top of the mast. "Hey, we're tilting, is that normal?"

"Perfectly normal, hold the wheel while I raise the jib". He started raising the jib, then shouted to her, "Now pull that red and white line to your left, and hold it till I get back there!" Fran pulled the line, and the sail moved closer to her and filled with air. Max hurried back, secured the line and turned off the engine. "Let me take the wheel now". Max turned the boat slightly and Fran heard a POOF as the sails filled with air. The boat listed slightly and started gliding through the water. The only sound was the lapping of the lake on the hull. "Come over here, sit on the high side". Fran moved to the other side of the boat, and immediately felt more comfortable. "So, Miss Fine, what do you think? Could you get used to this?"

"Oh, I love it!" She laid back and let the sun drench her body. Did she dare? Oh, what the hell! She sat up and removed her top, revealing a very small bikini top. She then lifted her hips and let her shorts slide down her legs. The bikini bottom left little to Max's imagination. "This is so relaxing, I think I'll get a bit of sun!" She laid back with her head next to Max's legs, so he was able to appreciate the full view. Oh, she was killing him! They sailed close to the bridge, Max hailed the bridge tender on the radio. Once the bridge was open Max knew they'd have to turn.

"Miss Fine, eed eed to tack, get the port lines ready". Fran looked up at him and smiled inwardly. She sat up, not taking her eyes from him, then turned her attention to the port winch. She stood up, and bent over to wrap the lines, and Max's tongue almost fell out of his mouth. That was the smallest thong bikini he'd ever seen! Fran grabbed the lines, never looking back at him. "Ready, Mr. Sheffield?" Boy, she said a mouthful!

"Um, yes, Miss Fine, ready! Here we go...pull when I tell you." Max started the turn, and about halfway through, instructed Fran to pull the line. It was a perfect tack, and they were able to sail right through the bridge with no problem. As they emerged on the other side, there were several fishing boats, whose occupants stopped what they were doing to admire the beautiful half naked brunette on the sailboat, and to shoot an envious glance towards Max. Fran remembered the "high side" rule, and moved to opposite side from where she'd been sunning herself. She laid back down, this time on her stomach, untying her top to avoid tan lines. After several minutes, it seemed she'd fallen asleep in the sun. Max steered his course toward the cove where he hoped there were no other boats. He sure didn't want any of the other boaters to see his...to see Fran in that suit. He looked down and smiled at her sleeping. About that time was when she turned over in her sleep, leaving the top to her suit behind. She WAS beautiful! There were no other boats around, so he let her lie there on her back, admiring her beauty. As they got close to the cove, chivalry got the better of him, and he stipped off his shirt and covered her bare breasts with it.

"Miss Fine...Fran, we're here, time to wake up", he gently rubbed her upper arm to wake her. As she sat up, Max's shirt fell into her lap, leaving her exposed once more. She blushed and quickly drew the shirt back to cover herself. She looked around and found her top lying in the bottom of the cockpit where it had fallen while she had been sleeping. She pulled Max's polo shirt over her head and smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks...sorry I didn't mean to..." Her voice trailed off as she dropped her face. She really hadn't meant to flash him.

"It's fine, you were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. You looked so relaxed." He didn't want her to know just how long he had allowed her to remain lying there topless, so he downplayed the whole thing. "We need to get ready to drop the sails, are you up for that?"

"I think I canage,age, just tell me what ropes to pull again."

"Lines, Miss Fine, they're called lines." He shook his head as she stuck her tongue out at him and reached for the jib line.

"Actually, isn't this called a SHEET???" She was right, the sheets handled the sails. She stuck her chin in the air defiantly. She knew she had him on that one!

Max steered into the cove as Fran dropped the sails. Of course, she dropped the jib right on her head, and had to climb out from under it. Max broke out in laughter.

Fran's lower lip protruded a bit. "It's not funny!" She retaliated by dropping the mainsail on top of Max, who was no longer laughing.

"Miss FINE!!!"

"Sorry!" She climbed up on the cabin top and began to fold the sail and secure it. Max marvelled at how comfortable she had become on the boat in such a short time.

The boat coasted to a stop at the far end of the cove. Max locked the wheel and made his way to the bow to drop the anchor. Once the anchor was down he started the engine and put the boat into reverse to set it in the mud. Just as the anchor was set, the engine sputtered and died. Just as well, he thought, they were done with it for now. Max and Fran began to put the sails away and tidy up the deck so they could move around. Max pulled the ladder from one of the lockers and hooked it onto the side of the boat, securing it with cable ties.

"Oh, this is just beautiful, Mr. Sheffield!" She looked around. Cypress trees lined the banks, the water was still and like a mirror. From where they were anchored, you couldn't even see the lake. They had total privacy. Fran liked that idea, although, since they had to sail back this afternoon, she couldn't pull out the wine to help things along this time. "How about some lunch?"

"Sounds great, I'll light the bbq and get the hot dogs started!"

Fran brought out some bottled water to go along with lunch. "I thought we might need this, with being in the sun all day". She had no idea. They finished with their lunch, and put some music on. Fran had put her bikini top back on, but she left Max's shirt down in the cabin. No sense covering that body up if she could help it! " I'm gonna get some more sun, what about you?" She walked up to the bow of the boat, where she could lean back against the rise of the cabin. Max stipped off his shorts, revealing his surprisingly small tan thru suit that Fran had bought him online a few months ago. He came up and joined her on the bow. She handed him a bottle of sun screen. "Could you rub some of this on my back, please? I'm sure I've gotten enough sun to tan already, and I don't want to burn."

Max took the bottle and looked at her as she turned over on her stomach. He squirted some of the lotion onto his hand and started at her neck, and moved down her back. "Legs, too, Miss Fine?"

"Yes, please!"

He started rubbing the sunscreen around her ankles, and moved up her legs, trying to not think about how aroused he was getting. Before he knew it, his hands we on her backside, rubbing the lotion slowly over the her firm ass. "Oh, uh, I think I got everything covered, Miss Fine". He laid back and shut his eyes.

"You sure you dit mit miss a spot?" She looked over her shoulder at him. She couldn't believe how turned on she was right now. Then, as she let her eyes travel down his body, she saw that he was, too. She quickly averted her eyes and laid her head down on the deck. The sun felt so good, especially with the gentle breeze to cool her down. About 30 minutes later, she realized she was really getting warm.at hat happened to the breeze? "How about a swim, Mr. Sheffield? I'm really getting warm lying in the sun!"

"You're right, it is getting rather warm, a swim sounds wonderful!"

They both dove into the water and swam around a bit, splashing each other, playing like a couple of kids. Suddenly Fran looked over a the shore, and her eyes got huge. "What IS that thing??"

Max looked over at the large creature walking towards the water. "That...is an alligator, Miss Fine, back on the boat!"

They both swam back to the boat and climbed up the ladder. The gator entered the water, but seemed completly uninterested in them or the boat. He didn't leave the area though...and he might have friends, so this meant no more swimming for now. Fran stood on deck dripping, then grinned and shook her head violently to as to spray Max with the water from her hair. Max then grabbed her around the waist and returned the favor with his own head. They were both laughing and shaking water on each other, when suddenly they stopped and their eyes met. Max had met his self control limit for the day, and leaned in pressed his lips to hers. Fran, on the other hand, was thinking "about damned time!" She slid her tongue into his willing mouth, and let out an involuntary sigh. It was about this time she felt her knees giving way. Boy, could this man kiss! Max sensed her weakness and lowered her to the seat, then eased them down to a lying down position. The seat wasn't very wide, and Fran pressed against Max to keep from falling. Max took this as encouragement, and pulled Fran on top of him, his hand roaming her body. He slightly lifted his hips and ground his arousal into her. What in the hell was he thinking??? He couldn't do this right here, right now, in public where anyone could see from shore or drive into the cove.

"Miss...Fran, it's time to go back".

She looked down at him and laid her forehead against his chest. She didn't think she could get up and walk if she wanted to. God, she wanted this man! She tried to get up, but he was still holding her tightly to his chest. Ok, this was a good sign. She looked at that face, she could see how conflicted he was. It was time to back off a bit. "You're right, it'll be dark by the time we get back. But how are we gonna get back with no wind?"

Max chuckled. "That's what the motor's for."

"That noisy, smelly thing?" She wrinkled her nose at him.

He smiled. He'd created a sailor. Once they got this boat home, they would have years of enjoyment with the children. Wait, this was HER boat, it was her choice what to do with it. All he could think of was a future with this woman and their family. But he didn't want to rush things, he didn't want to go through the pain of losing another love, he didn't want the children to be hurt. Then a voice spoke to him, from where he didn't know. What about HER needs? She's been hurt in the past. The men she's loved haven't loved her the way she deserves to be loved. Wait, isn't that what HE was doing to her? No, he thought, I DO love her, more than anything in the world.

She looked over at him. He looked like he was a million miles away. "Ready?" "Don't forget to turn on the blower!" She giggled. Max switched on the blower, then turned on the gas. He inserted the key and turned it, only to hear the engine make nasty sound, like it wasn't getting gas. He checked the valve again...it was on. He turned the key again. Now, what, the battery? Oh, no...they'd been listening to music all day, and he'd forgotten to turn on the solar charger to keep the batteries topped off. No wind, can't sail, no power, can't motor. They were stranded.

"You are not going to believe this!"

"Wha..?"

"We're not leaving, the batteries are dead, I'm not sure if we even have any gas left, and we have to have wind to sail. Looks like we're spending the night here!" He looked over at her and saw that lower lip go back out. He'd promised her jazz and dancing tonight, and that wasn't gonna happen.

"Well, at least we have that inverter thingy, we can watch a movie!"

"The inverter works off the batteries. We have no music, no movies. All we have is a boat that won't move and leftover hot dogs!"

"We have some chicken breasts, and some vegetables. We can grill those, and I can make a fruit salad!" "The night won't be a total loss!"

"You start the salad, I'll start grilling the chicken." Max reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of white wine. Might as well, we won't be sailing anywhere tonight! He popped the cork and poured two glasses, and handed one down into the cabin to Fran. "Here you go, Darling". He'd said it again, what was he thinking? He wasn't thinking, that's what was happening. His heart was doing all the talking.

"Thanks, Honey!" Fran grinned up at him, making sure he knew she'd heard him this time. She took a sip and went back to chopping fruit. This man was driving her absolutely crazy!

A few minutes later, Max called to her. "How's it coming down there?" "Everything's ready up here!". Max assembled the table and set the food out about the time Fran appeared in the doorway with plates and silverware, then handed him the salad. Fran had created a salad dressing out of honey and white wine that she was especially proud of. She'd watched Niles create, and was glad she'd paid attention.

"Here, taste this." She stabbed a piece of fruit with her fork, and dipped it into the dressing and carefully put it to Max's lips. "I made it myself"she said proudly.

"YOU made it? You cooked something?" He laughed.

"Hey, it's not funny, this is really good, would you just TRUST me??"

Max felt bad, she really looked hurt. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and she put the dripping fruit onto his tongue. It was actually very tasty. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. "Fran, this is excellent!" He picked up a bite and drenched it with the dressing and held it up to her mouth. "Here, try it yourself". He slowly put it into her mouth, making sure to leave quite a bit on her lips. "Mmmm, I made a mess here, let me help you" With that, he covered her mouth with his, tasting her and the dressing at the same time.

"I'll have to try to cook for you more often, if I'm gonna get a reception like THAT!" Fran grinned, pleased with herself.

They finished their meal, but had lots of salad left over. "I guess I overmade, huh?" "Oh, well, it'll keep in the fridge till tomorrow".

Max refilled their wine glasses, and that finished off the bottle. He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the champagne, and popped the cork. The movement of the boat earlier had shaken the bottle a bit, and the champagne spilled over the top of the bottle, hitting Fran square in the chest. She squealed, "oooh, that's COLD!" and giggled. Max set the bottle aside, and without taking his eyes off hers, leaned forward, kissed her lips, then moved his mouth to her chest to clean off the spill. He cut his eyes around...good no prying eyes anywhere. He slipped off Fran's bikini top and began to explore what he had longed to earlier in the day. Fran reached up and put her fingers in his thick hair and held his head to her chest. His tongue found her left nipple, circled it, then sucked it, then moved to the right giving it the same treatment. Fran moaned with pleasure as he caressed her with his mouth. That gave Max all the encouragement he needed. He eased Fran back onto her back, and began working his way down her body with his mouth, pausing each time she moaned to give attention to that particular area. He ran his fingers along the material of her bathing suit bottom, she lifted her hips to him, when she did, he swiftly removed the bottoms. Max reached for the bottle of champagne, and poured a small amount into her belly button, making sure it overflowed. He replaced the bottle, and began to enjoy the taste of her mixed with the wine. Then he turned his attention to her thighs, running his mouth from her knees up, just breathing on the area which he longed to taste. This was driving Fran wild, she was moving her hips around on the seat, lifting them to him whenever he came close to area that so badly needed attention. Finally, he placed his tongue between her legs, and began caressing, licking sucking, driving her into a frenzy. "Max, oh, Max...oh GOD, MAX!!" He knew she was close to release, he wanted to make sure she was satisfied and ready for him. He inserted his tongue deep inside her, while caressing her with his thumb. That did it, he felt her contract, tasted the explosion. It almost sent him over the edge right there. He moved back up her body and took her in his arms, she wrapped her arms and legs around and clung to him like her life depended on it. They looked into each other's eyes. Fran no longer saw the conflict, just pure love. They shared a passionate kiss, then he moved his lips to her neck, her ear, this time making sure she heard it. "I love you, Fran" .

"Oh, Max, I love you too". She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pushing him tighter into her. He slowly and rhythmically began to push into her, driving her over the edge a second time. Now he knew she was ready for him. He reached down and removed his bathing suit, and positoned himself above her. She reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him down to her. He entered slowly, as not to hurt her. She was lying on a very hard surface, but she never even seemed to notice. Her legs were still tight around him, rocking into him, driving him crazy. He felt her climax a third time, and this one sent him into ecstasy. He heard her calling his name as he exploded into her. He collapsed on top of her, then realizing he was probably crushing her, he held her tight and rolled them both over, so she was on top of him. She laid her head on his chest and tried to catch her breath. This man was amazing. Max looked up at the sky, it was dusk, and the stars were just beginning to come out. This was the start of what was going to be a perfect night.