Having just cleaned Brian's cum off your tits and face after your show on deck, and shared with me by MMS and SMS, you sit down in the chair in our suite, your vacation tan accented by the black thin-strapped 4" high heels you had on while fucking and sucking the captain on deck.
A smile crosses your lips. "Come over here."
As I approach, you spread your legs, and point to your pussy. I know what's expected of me, I kneel and my tongue is extended before my mouth touches your clit. You rub my head, and roll your hips as I eat you toward orgasm.
"Slowly baby. I want to cum when I am ready, and I want you to taste Brian's dick in my pussy."
I nod into your clit as I continue licking and sucking, slowing down, savoring. We have nowhere to be.
You wrap your legs around me, one heel around my neck holding me to your cunt, the other slightly digging your stiletto into my low back. It's not painful...you're just letting me know I'm not going anywhere.
Reclining into the chair, you enjoy my dutiful licking of your shaven pussy, tasting your wetness combined with the captain's. Delicious.
A slow, luxurious orgasm waves cross you. You dig your heels into my back, holding me close, the tremor in your legs confirming your orgasm.
Your phone chirps, a message coming in. You look at it, and moan, your pussy twitching.
"Look at this, sweetie."
Keeping my mouth on you I glance up. It's a close up of Brian's big cock half way in your cunt, it looks like he took this while you were riding him earlier, the other boat watching you.
My own cock stirs, and I can taste you squirt a bit into my mouth.
You share a few more pics with me, a moan here, an mmmmmm there, hips rolling, pussy leaking as I lick you to slow methodical cum after cum. The one with Brian's cock completely down your throat makes me moan into your wetness.
After a half-dozen orgasms or so, another message comes in, and it starts you into a lengthy text conversation, occasionally punctuated by subdued smiles. I continue eating as I've been told, taking my hands off the floor in doggy position and wrapping them around your waist, partially for my comfort, partially to feel you close.
You pat my head, but direct me to stay in place. I snuggle up to you, you stroking my head in between answers with your conversation.
"I want to see if we can pull in to La Jolla and pick up a friend of mine. Elsa has some vacation time, and she's in San Diego."
I'd never met her, but you two had been friends for years. Elsa did consulting work in IT security, but didn't look it from what you described. This was both a challenge and advantage to her at different times, as her looks influenced both.
Another few messages back and forth. "Brian says yes, we can pick her up in a couple of hours."
I ask from my cuddled position, "does she know much about me?"
You apply a little pressure under my chin, encouraging me to sit up for a kiss. After, you look me in the eye and say "you mean, how I keep your cock locked up wearing my lace panties and nail polish? How I fuck your ass when I please, and have mine fucked whenever I like by whoever I want? That I wear a key on a necklace to remind you?" Another kiss on the lips, then a broad happy smile. "Of course she does, sweetie. Now let's get dressed." You shed your hooker heels, putting on shorts and tank top. You hand me my cage, implying it should be back on. The undies you toss to me to wear. I lock up, return the key to you with which you adorn your breasts, and put the blue lace thong on under my shorts and t-shirt, following you topside.
A simple lunch of iced tea, sandwiches on really good multigrain bread, and some chips is consumed on deck, watching from the leeward side northbound instead of south. Comfy, relaxing. A brief nap on deck for us both, holding hands. Sort of comfortable to be locked up again.
Brian leans out of the wheelhouse, "I heard from her on Marine Channel 8, we'll pick her up in a launch at Scripps Institute Pier in about 30 minutes." A look to the north and the pier is just visible around Hospital Point, the most expensive architecture in San Diego looking back at us through the haze.
The boat takes a turn, intentionally slowing us down, and a six pack diving boat is seen heading toward us from the northeast. They are much quicker than us, so they pass us and take a turn from our south, matching speed and coming up on the leeward side of the boat to match speed and direction. Elsa waves from the deck.
I undo the railing used for boarding. She moves to the foredeck to get closer to the height of our boat, and the mate tosses her two duffels onto our deck, then hands me her pelican case of electronics. I take it and ensure it's safely on deck, as you reach a hand out for her to grab. Once on board, the railing goes back up, the launchmaster waves and returns to Scripps Institute, and we head back to our original course.
You give her a hug and you trade kisses on the cheeks, while I secure bags through the hatch and off deck. Brian gives a brief approving nod, and returns to the wheel.
I knew you'd always said she was pretty, but she was disarmingly beautiful. Dark chocolate skin, short short hair, and a smile to light up the room. Rectangular lens Oakley eyeglasses, darkened in the sun, the perfect contradiction to her curves. Her contrasting white crop top left little to the imagination, and was snug enough to show her nipple rings and lack of bra, and a curved line of variably sized stars tattooed in shades of white from her left flank down under the waistband of her dark gray yoga pants. Silver rings adorned the same toe as mine. Very fit the way a practiced yogini often is.
She extended a hand, "Elsa. Glad to finally meet you." An approving look and smile from her as she glances up and down me briefly. Confined, my cock twitches. She knows.
"Honey would you make some margaritas and bring them up on deck for all of us?" I know it's a directive, but a kind one posing as a question. I head to the mess and blend a pitcher, bringing up margarita glasses. On my return, you've taken two of the three lounge chairs on the after deck, and it looks like they've all been nudged closer together than normal. Curiously, the open one is next to Elsa, not you.
We enjoy the breeze, and the gorgeous weather and view as you two happily catch up. Hard to beat the California coast...especially with two beautiful women between me and the shore. I pour often enough to keep glasses topped off, getting appreciative looks from my mistress.
Eventually you excuse yourself to rid yourself of the margaritas. Elsa sits up and turns to me. I can't tell if her nipples are more erect from her rings, or because she's turned on, but they look more pronounced...and delectable.
"Are you wearing it?"
"Ummmm...wearing what?"
A naughty grin crosses her face, and she tugs her glasses down to the tip of her nose, gazing over them. "The cage. Let me see it. She told me you'd be wearing it... among other things." Her eyes are startlingly beautiful, brilliant white and dark hazel irises.
If she knew, then you'd included that as part of your text conversation...so you'd probably be fine with me giving her proof. Besides, I was used to a woman being in charge most of the time anyway. I undid my belt, unzipped, and tugged down my shorts, showing the blue lace undies minimally covering my restrained cock. She reached out and rubbed the hard plastic covering my hard cock through the thin fabric.
