Chapter 13. - Sleepover.
"I hope I'm not intruding," the voice called from overhead, "but I need to run something by you." Brian had come to us from the wheelhouse. "Any chance you'd like to sail a little longer on another boat?"
I had the most clothing of any of us... blue panties, lace of course. The two of you were gloriously naked, with you in the center on the lounges, Elsa and I on either side of you.
Collectively we strained our necks, so Brian came down to the after deck to explain.
"I've had a special request from a regular client. His yacht is in Avalon, on Catalina. He'd like to get it to Juneau by late next week, as he's planning to sail the inside passage from there to Anchorage. This means we could pick up his boat in Avalon, and sail it north, a friend of mine can pick up this boat and return to Long Beach.
He'd also pay for your flights back home, since technically you'd be crew."
I look to you, then Elsa, and answer "I'm game. I have no plans."
Elsa adds "My last contract just wrapped up, and I'm not due anywhere for a month. I can go wherever. Sounds like fun!"
"What kind of boat are we talking, Brian," you ask.
"It's a lot different. She's 230' long, about 450 tons displacement. Two diesel engines, and two generators, which brings on the next part - she requires a crew to handle that stuff, since I can't be everywhere at once. Since this is a ferry job, and not a live contract so to speak, we can get by with a cook, a mate, an engineer, and me. The mate will help on deck a little and otherwise man the bridge watch opposite me."
We look at each other, nodding. Nowhere to be soon. Just have to keep some of our antics in our quarters instead of on deck.
"Sadly, Miss Lacy, that may mean you can't get fucked on deck for other boats to watch" I say with a smirk.
Reaching between your tan bare tits, you pick up your key and dangle it, saying "better watch yourself...no telling where this key might get lost." A wink follows.
Brian continues, "part of the reason I ask, is we are close enough that if you guys are okay with it, we'll just head to Avalon now. Weather is right for us to be there around midnight."
Collectively, we agree, and the boat turns west, Brian back and forth between deck and wheelhouse to get sails in the right position.
We are now starting to get into the shadow with the sun setting and boat headed toward it. We wrap up our margaritas, and head back inside to our suite.
Elsa breaks the silence as we enter, "well you two, since we fucked ourselves to a sweaty mess, who wants a shower?"
We both nod, agreeing we should. Elsa reaches into her duffel bag, pulls out a bag of bathroom related stuff and a towel, and departs for the shower, shaking her ass at us so we'll follow.
Like we need encouragement. I get towels and such for us, and we join her in the bathroom, the water already running.
She's craning to the showerhead, water rinsing her face, and falling down her beautiful breasts. Statues have been made for women like this. With good reason.
You go in first, and I bring soap and shampoo, entering after you. It's cramped...but we are pretty friendly.
The boat doesn't have an endless supply of hot water, so we lather up and lather each other, methodically rubbing tits, asses, and the two of you massaging my cock together. Then we rinse. Not much room for anything else, but it's fun nonetheless. Elsa and I depart, and you stay to wash and condition your hair.
Elsa looks to me from behind her towel. "Dry me?"
"Yes ma'am, of course." I take her towel and wrap it around her from behind, patting and massaging all the good parts.
"You don't have to call me ma'am, you know. I don't mind, but it's not required."
"I assumed such... but I'm comfortable with it. Lacy prefers some form of respect for her being in charge. Since she has the power of my cock cage and its key, I definitely respect that," I say with a smile.
"My turn now. Turn around." She peels her bath towel off, hangs it up, and takes mine. I've turned as required, and stand still, waiting.
She comes to my side, and gently cradles my cock with the towel.
"The cage is so erotic on you... does it bother you?"
"No ma'am, not often. It pinches now and then, but mostly it's just a reminder of Lacy and how she's in charge."
She continues to massage, adding my ass to the towel activities. My cock stirs. She flips the towel around, wrapping me in it as I did her. She squats to the floor, holding on to the edges of the towel for balance, and begins to suck my cock.
At first I'm a bit nervous, you hadn't granted permission for this necessarily. But, she knew enough to ask about the cage like you were okay with it, and you left the cage off me... so I went with it.
She was clearly an expert. Maybe you were the only girl she'd been with, but she'd had enough guys to make her talents clearly known.
