The next day, she found Kathleen on the upper deck, where she was trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine that shone down on the Atlantic from a cloudless sky. Her boss was wearing a tight bathing suit and a gigantic sun hat, and the bright sun made her pale skin seem even paler. "Ah, there you are," Kathleen greeted her happily, when she noticed Eliza. "Come, take a deck chair as well!"
Eliza smiled embarrassedly. "I... I don't even have a bathing suit," she admitted meekly.
Kathleen shrugged and laughed. "So?" she asked. "We're among ourselves anyway. Might as well go naked." And without hesitation she stripped off the black suit and laid, only dressed in a sun hat, back down on the chair. When Eliza still stood around indecisively, the author raised her eyebrows. "What is it?" she asked. "We don't have anything to hide in front of one another, do we?"
Eliza nodded. She had to agree with her boss in that regard. After all, they've already inspected each other's most intimate body parts and also had... Sex, somehow? The translator wasn't entirely sure, what it had been, but it felt intimate and mysterious and at the same time somehow naughty, just like sex. Well, just like the little bit of sex she knew about, since she hardly had any experience at it.
When she was still hesitating, Kathleen finally got up and began to work on her blouse. The nimble fingers of the young woman skillfully opened the many buttons and soon exposed Eliza's large, heavy, saggy breasts. She was a little ashamed, as the breasts of her boss looked so much prettier - small, round and with cute little areolas - while her own were so large and somehow flask shaped, and her areolas were so big they almost covered the entire breast.
As if sensing her insecurities, Kathleen ran her fingers gently across Eliza's tits and caressed them with her fingertips. "You're very beautiful," the author said gently and came closer and closer, until the breasts of the two women began to rub against one another. As the translator shuddered and took in all the impressions, Kathleen's hands ran down her back and below the skirt band, where she caressed her butt. Almost unnoticeably she pushed the skirt down with that, until it fell to the floor and the young woman was all naked.
Kathleen took a step back and eyed Eliza intensely. Her eyes ran across the thick, burly legs, which matched her wide hips, the chubby belly onto which the two long, thick breasts were hanging down, the soft feminine shoulders, where her elegant neck was curving up to her sweet, round head with the innocent face, the wide full lips and grey, dreamy eyes. Her dark, brown hair got lighter and lighter further down on her body; under her arms it was already a hazel, and got almost sand cloured between her legs.
"Very pretty," Kathleen acknowledged again and sat back down in her chair.
"Are you really sure nobody can see us here?" Eliza asked cautiously and looked around. She expected seamen or other passengers to come around the corner at any time and catch them on the small, remote deck.
"Don't worry," her boss laughed. "We're travelling in the king's class, and I've made sure not to be disturbed until supper. Now sit down and enjoy your freedom!"
Carefully, the translator took a seat next to her boss. Kathleen watched her and then turned over towards her. "What would you do if you could do anything, and nobody would hold you accountable for it?" she asked curiously.
Eliza shook her head confused. "What, here, now?" she asked. "Or..."
"Yes, right now," the redhead interrupted her impatiently.
"I don't know," Eliza answered. "Maybe..." She blushed.
Kathleen grinned and sunk back onto her chair. "That's what I thought," she replied and opened her legs unabashedly, to run both of her hands across her crotch. Eliza watched her covertly and felt herself getting antsy already. Why was this woman so intimate with her? And why did it arouse her so much? She put her hands in her lap and acted as if they were just resting there, but off and on she would crook a finger and run it along her slit, while her boss was masturbating blatantly.
"Mmmh," she moaned. "I wish I could do that everywhere. Just play with my twat when I feel like it. Be all natural and vulgar and nobody would care." Eliza nodded, but didn't answer. "Do you know what really gets me going?" Kathleen asked finally.
"N-no," Eliza answered, while she was going through her boss' stories in her mind, which she had read so far. Women, she thought. Or all the incredible sexual acts she had read about, but didn't dare to mention.
