Twenty Three
The exertion of her encounter with JD, coupled with the outrageous fruit wine and the smooth 'motion of the ocean' as the boat slipped through the night had combined to give her one of the deepest, most relaxing sleeps she had ever enjoyed.
JD's breakfast was excellent. She wasn't sure what he had put into his scrambled eggs, but they were delicious. Sitting at the table munching on them, she had an evil thought that maybe he had put some of his 'special sauce' into them. Immediately dismissing the notion with an internal chuckle, she ponders the paradox. The thought of his cock filling her mouth with cum was intensely pleasurable, while the thought of that same substance in her eggs was kind of gross.
Her hosts had given her a great day, filled with gorgeous views, two local village shopping stops with BJ, and a couple of hours on another charter boat doing some deep fishing. She had struck out on the sport fish, but had managed to land a 4 foot shark. With the sun starting to drop, JD took her snorkeling for dinner. They had bagged their fill of red snapper, which he promised would melt in her mouth after he got done with it.
Dinner was indeed wonderful. The snapper had been presented in both grilled and blackened dishes, with drawn butter. She ate so much it hurt, and knew it would come back to haunt her later. After cleanup, she excused herself back to her stateroom to change. She had been in her bikini all day long, and wanted to clean up and dress up a bit more for the evening.
Even though the shower is a cramped affair (bathrooms on boats didn't rate high in spaciousness), it feels nice to get the salt water and sand off and out of her body. Her hair gets a thorough washing, as do her private areas. Sand between the toes sounds romantic in song, but in practice is irritating as hell! She has no idea if anything will happen with JD tonight, but in any event it is refreshing to be totally clean. She slides on a short deep red dress, and a matching satin thong. They had found their way into her bag in anticipation of a dinner date with him. Since he wasn't here, and dinner had already occurred tonight, the garments would just have to serve as bait for later on. She chose to leave the matching bra in the bag. A desire to let her girls 'be free' added to their use as additional bait. Surely the sea breeze would cause them to come to attention, and the thin fabric of the dress was unlikely to hide the result! Turning side to side, glimpses of herself in the mirror reveal that an acceptable amount of 'side boob' was showing, courtesy of the loosely fitting arm openings. A final check of her face preparation shows her warpaint in order. She smiles as she looks down at her girls, pleased that the cleavage showing was ample, especially given their lack of external support. She gives a silent thanks that the years have been kind to her breasts, they look just as beautiful now as they did when she was a teenager, even if they were a size or so larger nowadays.
Matching red pumps with a very modest 2 inch heel rounded out the outfit, low platforms to help her from falling overboard or busting her ass due to the boat's movement. That lesson she had learned well from her time in the Navy!
She climbed back up to the darkened lounge area, and filled herself a glass of the tropical concoction. She had been hoping to run into JD up here, anxious to see if a repeat performance might be offered. Looking out over the aft end of the boat, she sees distant lights on some of the islands they are passing, reflected off the smooth water. It is almost dark, with just a hint of the disappearing daylight still visible on the western horizon. There is very little chop tonight, the boat glides through the water as if it is on an ice rink.
Turning around and looking out over the bow, her eyes adjust to the low light. Their running lights, low intensity deck lighting, and ambient light escaping from the lounge and below were enough to see pretty much everything, once her night vision got up to speed.
At first, not trusting what she thinks she sees, a few rapid blinks are in order. She is transfixed by what come to view. Up next to the main mast is JD, naked, with his shorts around his ankles. Another naked body is kneeling in front of him. BJ's mop of blond hair is bobbing up and down, as she is obviously working on his cock.
Simultaneously she is fascinated by the sight, and disappointed that she has been beaten to the punch.
Neither of the crew members seems to recognize that they are being observed. Either that, or they just don't care. In any case, she is mesmerized and cannot look away. Slowly sipping her cold drink, she finds herself critiquing the blonde's technique. God, the girl must have a huge mouth (in a good way) to get so much of him inside of it. There is no way she could get that much of his length in. Indeed, she thinks to herself that she would be lucky to get her lips around and over just the head.
Several minutes go by. Is it apparent that BJ's jaw muscles are well practiced, for she is not slowing down at all. Her target's hands are on top of her head, guiding but not forcing her down onto his length. Both of the young woman's hands reach around his torso, grabbing his ass cheeks as leverage to pull him to her face. They really seem to be enjoying themselves. JD is displaying quite the staying power, she thinks. Not too many men she knew could last this long under such an oral assault on their manhood!
She becomes aware of a presence behind her. It does not startle her. She guesses that they've been boarded by some pirates with really bad timing, or their Captain has joined her in the lounge.
Two feminine hands gently come to rest on the tops of her shoulders. She feels Jenna's body move in closer to her own. The twin masses of her host's breasts push up against her back. She has been expecting this to happen sometime during the excursion, just didn't know what the timing would be. Anticipation found her both wanting this to happen, and dreading it at the same time. She had never had a true lesbian experience. True enough, she and Sara had played a little bit, and there had been a couple of other instances of female flirting way in the past. But it had never come to anything really intimate.
Ever since coming on board and hearing Jenna's not so subtle come on, she wondered how she would react if the other woman came on to her. Did she want to lie with someone of the same sex? Did she want to feel another woman's touch in areas where only men (and she herself) had ventured before? Did she want to sample the sensation of having another female's nipple in her mouth? No answer had come forth as of yet.
"Those two really enjoy putting on a show, don't they?" the other woman whispers not too far from her right ear.
"If it's an act, they're really good at it. Damn sure seem to be having a good time," she replies.
"Yeah, they're getting into it. They do this now and then to get each other's rocks off. However, they do seem to perform with a little more fervor when they've got a willing audience. Are you enjoying it?"
"Yes and no. Honestly, I was kind of hoping I'd be the one on my knees in front of him tonight," she quips back at her host.
"Well, who knows what might happen. Maybe you'll get that monster cock again, or maybe BJ will finish him off. That wouldn't be too bad, would it? I mean ... we could come up with something by ourselves, don't you think?"
With that, Jenna's hands slide down her arms, dropping off at her elbows. The Captain's hands then find their way, gently and ever so slowly, underneath her arms and slip inside the soft red material.
A sharp intake of breath, and she freezes. Time to choose. Either she submits and allows this to happen, or she has to cut it off right now.
While her mind is debating, her body makes the decision for her. There is no way she wants this to stop. Her arms raise ever so slightly, to give Jenna's hands some more freedom to approach their goal.
The fingers slide forward and curve around underneath her breasts. Their touch on her skin is ever so slight. She feels the fingertips trace ever so lightly along the bottom curves of her mounds. Her skin flutters in response.
Eyes close, and her head leans back a bit and to the left. She wills her new partner to her sweet spot. Sure enough, she feels the other woman nuzzling the base of her neck, tongue running up the side of her neck. Damn, that feels good. It is exciting, though not the same as when he does it. It takes just a few seconds to realize that there is something about this woman's tongue that is so different than any man's she has experienced. The analytical part of her mind wonders if it could feel so different between her legs as well.
Beneath the soft red fabric, Jenna's fingers lightly trace the undersides of her fleshy mounds, eliciting another moan. Then the hands cup her breasts, and gently squeeze them. The Captain's tongue continues working its way from the base of her neck up to her right ear lobe, and then back down.
She reaches back and grasps the other woman's hips, and pulls her body into the back of her own. She touches nothing but skin, for Jenna isn't wearing a bathing suit, or anything else for that matter. She wants to turn around and partake of this other woman, but maybe not quite yet. This feels too fucking good to interrupt.
The woman's fingertips and thumbs find the nubs of her nipples, and begin to gently squeeze and roll them.
"Your tits feel so good. I can't believe how firm they are, and how hard your nipples are for me," Jenna whispers in her right ear.
"I don't know ... never done this before," her response is a meek, soft protest.
"Go with it, sweetie. You are going to feel things you've never felt before. Relax and enjoy it."
Jenna's right hand abandons its breast, and slowly begins sliding down across her stomach. Ever so lightly, almost like a breeze caressing belly. As the fingertips reach the waistband of her panties, the movement stops. Then the Captain's index finger traces the waistband from side to side, and then wiggles its way underneath. The finger moves down slowly, and is followed by the rest of its mates, until the entire hand rests under the elastic.
