Sunday - All Aboard
Dawn's Early Light
Ophelia wakened slowly in the yacht cabin and stretched her arms above her head with a wide yawn. A single sheet covered her naked body, mounded over her generous breasts. The ship was tied up securely to the dock in their home port. Restless wavelets washed gently against the hull. The early morning birds chirped to their little feathered friends, disturbed only by the occasional ding of a metal tool in the engine room or a utensil in the galley. The wharf walkway yielded mumbled conversations as dockhands went about their preparation tasks.
She felt her heartbeat pulse in her puffy labia tissues. The two robust pussy dousings last night had not fully quenched her sexual fires. She needed more relief from the eternal sexual twinge.
The perfect remedy was breathing slowly by her side, the slumbering man stirring to his own awakening in the dawn light. The man sensed the soft daylight glow and the sounds and motions of a ported working yacht. He felt his bedmate roll on her side to face him and he gave her his sleepy attention.
She peered into his drowsy face, his eyelids barely cleaved open, and the blue Irises within seeking to gaze into her brown ones. She puckered her lips and blew a faint air kiss; his eyes and mouth crinkled the start of a smile in response.
She reached out under the sheet to touch his body. Her palm smoothed fondly over his burly flank and sought out his inner thigh. Her warm hand came to rest on his manhood. She cocked an eye and fingered his penis, already swollen hard again and seemingly eager to soothe her discontent. His mouth curved ever so little but enough for her to perceive his consent.
They naturally closed the minimal gap and entangled their arms and legs, pressing lips together and adjusting their poses. His cock tip touched her enflamed nether lips and he wiggled it against her sensitive labia. She widened her legs and shuffled her hips, seeking to draw the stiff rod within, but he held himself aloof, only posing himself at her sultry outer opening.
'What a tease' she mused.
She kissed him harder and he took the lead. His strong hands palmed her ass cheeks, priming their positions for the mutually desired puncture. With barely a pause, he clenched crushing grips on her ass cheeks, rolled himself atop her, took a deep breath, and rammed his cock inside.
Her spine arched at the sudden deep penetration, but its initial severity eased when his corona dragged back along her moist sensitized tube. Her arms hugged him tighter as he stroked long and steady. She moaned at the wonderful feeling of repetitive fullness and vacuity. His hurtful double-clutch on her butt didn't matter; the coital sensations dominated her passions at the moment.
Together they ascended to the heights and called out their ecstasies. His rigid back pinned them tightly together at the core and she felt his cock again pulse gobs of goo into her womb. They stayed deeply connected through the downward mental spiral until the cerebral buzz ebbed off. But they were loath to disengage from the enduring genital buzz, cuddling, and petting until his manhood eventually shrank and fell out.
She whispered in his ear before loosening her hug.
"You are an absolutely magnificent man, Captain Ron. I really needed that"
"No problem; glad to oblige. It's the least I can do to maintain good crew morale."
They stared into each other's longing expressions but the morning was here and ship duties beckoned. The man pushed her to the edge of the bed, almost rolling her over the brink of the mattress. She stood before falling. He gave a hand wave for her to leave.
"Your staff meeting starts in 30 minutes; better not be late. Get going."
Executive Officer Ophelia leaned over her bedmate for one last smooch of gratitude and peeled away to the new week's first dawn. She recovered her uniform blouse and skirt from the floor. She found her panties mixed in with the rumbled sheets and slipped them on. Her heels were under the edge of the bed. Holding the clothes bundle to her chest, she bent to recover her shoes and a hard spank of dismissal slapped her bruised bottom. There was no retort she could offer to counter those typical privileges of rank held by her playful commander.
She left his quarters, walking briskly, half-naked, to her own. She quickly cleaned and preened, styled her hair and makeup to the established professional standards. A proper change of uniform and she was ready to undertake her supervision duties during another weeklong TWA Pledge Contributor island cruise aboard the Total Woman Bluewater Maiden.
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Staff Meeting
Ophelia emerged from her cabin in a perfect dress uniform. She strode the interior companionway to the bow of the ship. She was a formidable sight. Her tall Nordic frame carried her busty chest well and her proportionate hips and ass gave her stride just the right air of authority, complementing the serious role she represented as First Mate and Executive Officer. Her platinum blonde hair was coiled into a bun on her head and the sharp brown eyes saw everything on the way. She noted a few details that needed attention but, all in all, the ship was neat, orderly, and fully operational, just like her.
She found her leadership staff waiting in the forward assembly room for the pre-sail kickoff meeting. The printed Weekly Cruise Directory had been distributed and the earlier arrivals were thumbing through their copies. She looked around the room and saw that all senior staff were present. She noted with a pique of understanding that they were slightly disheveled, showing the signs of raucous activities that usually occurred during shore leave on a Saturday night.
"Good morning. Looks like shore leave was fun. Let's begin, shall we?"
Bleary eyes gave her their full attention.
"How's the boat? Is she ready to depart?"
Augustina, though everyone called her Gus, was the Chief Engineering Officer. It was her job to keep the physical plant running smoothly. She was mid-height, brown hair, brown eyes, and busty. She was a glowing example of a twenty-something TWA graduate from the landlocked Czech Republic. But she took readily to this sexy sea-borne life.
"Yes, ma'am. Fully fueled, engines serviced, all mechanical systems at the nominal status green. We are ready to go."
"Very good. Thank you. Kitchen and Bar? "
Myra, the French raised woman, was the Chief Food & Beverage Officer. She had the distinctive black hair of an Oriental but the sky blue eyes of a western European, a fusion bred into her during Indochina's French colonialism. Despite her constant association with food and drink, she was lithe, a tribute to her self-discipline, diet, and exercise, a true characteristic of a Total Woman Academy graduate.
"All supplies for a weeklong cruise have been boarded and stowed. The waitresses are back aboard and tidying up the dining room and bar for tonight. We have two new waitresses this week, a pair of cross-cultural students that rotated in to succeed some outbound classmates. We are ready to go."
"I'll want to inspect the new girls later this morning."
"Yes, ma'am."
