Please consider the preamble for Day 1, as an integral part of this episode.
Also, at almost 23,000 words, this episode is much longer than I had intended. You may want to set aside a few hours to read it, or approach it in several stages.
CAUTION
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This episode contains a lengthy scenario, involving a pre-arranged simulated lesbian gang rape. Although the story makes it quite clear that all parties are aware and fully consenting, if you feel you may be offended by the content, I recommend that you please skip this part.
You have been warned :)
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Title: Lust on the High Seas: Day 4 -- At Sea.
After having had such a great time yesterday, I was determined there would be no holding back today. Georgia had hinted at something special, so I wanted to make myself look as sexy and desirable as possible.
I plaited my hair in my favourite pigtails, tied at the ends with small black ribbons. 'Cute' I thought as I admired the look in the mirror.
I chose a fairly loose, semi-transparent white blouse that showed off my tiny dark nipples quite clearly. I love this top because, like many of my others it allowed my pert little breasts to 'jiggle' enticingly as I walked, and I knew there would be quite a bit of jiggling to be done if I were to inspire Georgia's afternoon guests the way I hoped.
To complement the blouse, I had a short black wrap-around skirt which showed most of my thigh, almost up to my bum cheeks. Having a single clasp at the side, it was surprisingly easy to remove; that would be of paramount importance of course. I couldn't risk anyone have difficulty getting my skirt off.
Beneath it, the briefest pair of white lace panties you ever saw, which barely covered my freshly shaven pussy.
On my feet were a small pair of matching white lace ankle socks, showing just three inches above my black, patent leather buckle-up shoes.
I checked my appearance in the long bathroom mirror, smiling at myself with a certain conceited satisfaction. I recall thinking, 'If I saw me out somewhere, I would want to fuck me', so I hoped it would have the same effect on the guests that Georgia had hinted I might be meeting. I had little idea who or how many, but I was certain that Clarita would be one, probably Dina and Preeti too, and I hoped Shreeya as well. Despite being a little less attractive than the others, Shreeya kissed beautifully and I dearly wanted to taste her sweet tongue again.
My imagination began to wander as I thought of the five of them surrounding me, their hands on me, lifting me bodily and kissing me all over as they slowly stripped me.
'Stop that now, you sinful child,' I scolded myself. 'If you carry on like that you'll be getting wet and spoil your pretty panties, and you don't have another pair to match the socks.'
One final touch before I could go out. I had to change my skirt. There was no way on God's good earth that my folks would let me go walking around the ship looking like this. It wouldn't matter this afternoon, because I could get to Georgia's suite by staying in the corridors, except for having to use the lift to go up a couple of floors, and maybe there would be some dirty minded old guy I could tease in the lift on the way. 'Hmmm... and idea for another day,' I thought, mischievously.
I changed the skirt for a longer, neat little red number with a hem half way up my thigh, and a zip up the side. It still looked sexy, but not as blatantly juvenile as the short black one, and it hugged my neat little bum nicely.
I decided to change the panties too. I wanted to keep them as fresh and clean as possible for my afternoon of sordid fun, '...and if I'm coming back to change my skirt anyway...', I thought - especially as they matched my socks...
'Oh my goodness! The socks!' I thought. 'I can't let the socks get pongy can I. What if they like toe sucking? Better change them too', I thought. 'Goodness?' I thought to myself as I was changing. 'Goodness won't be getting much of a look in today,' I sniggered.
I found a pair of baggy red cotton knickers with a fairly loose fitting gusset, and a pair of small red cotton socks. 'May as well change the shoes too,' I thought. Then everything will be clean and fresh.
I took another look in the mirror to check the new image. 'Yes,' I thought, 'that should do.'
"Are you nearly done in there?" my dad called. "There's three of us to get ready you know," he said.
"Just coming," I called back.
I slipped a matching red, light woollen cardigan on over my blouse, and buttoned up the front.
Only my top was left from the original outfit, and I wasn't changing that. I had some serious teasing to do before I was likely to earn my just deserts at Georgia' s.
"That looks lovely," my mam complimented me as I finally vacated the bathroom.
"Thanks Mam," I said. "I like your hair that way. It makes you look much younger."
"Why thank you honey," she said with a happy smile.
"What made you change it?" I asked.
She coloured up slightly. "Oh... I just... fancied a change," she replied, hesitantly.
"Well it looks lovely."
"It needs cutting," she said, looking in the mirror and pulling at it.
"Nonsense," I told her, "but there's a hairdressers on board if you really think so. Go on. Treat yourself. In fact, no... I'll treat you," I smiled.
"You? And what will you be using for money?" she asked, in a haughty tone.
"I'll treat you with my $10 a day casino allowance that I won't be needing," I said, with a sly wink.
She gave me a sideways look. "Huh. Some treat that will be," she said indignantly.
We both laughed. "You'll have to be careful though," I told her. "You'll be having all the fellas chasing after you," I teased.
Her smile fell away in a second and she gasped, guiltily looking past me at Dad. I turned to see him drop his gaze to the floor as he ducked into the bathroom. I had to smile to myself.
"It's so nice to see you wearing decent clothes," my mam said, quickly changing the subject.
"Don't I always dress in nice things?" I asked.
"Oh honey. I didn't mean that at all. What I meant was... so many girls dress looking... well..." she mouthed the word 'slutty'. 'Good thing she hadn't seen me ten minutes ago', I thought.
We went up to the buffet restaurant for breakfast. I decided to get myself a good hearty breakfast today, because I had a pretty shrewd idea what would be happening later in the day, and I'd rather be hungry all afternoon than be full of food and make myself sick with all the twisting and turning likely to be going on.
While having my breakfast, I got to thinking about what might be in store for me this afternoon, and I was feeling pretty excited about the prospect.
"A Penny?" my mam asked.
"I'm sorry?" I replied, absent mindedly.
"A penny for your thoughts," she expanded.
"Oh... Nothing," I said.
"Must have been something," she insisted. "You were smiling all over your face."
"Well you won't get them for a penny," I laughed.
"A pound then?" she pressed.
"Nope. Not even a pound," I told her. "Fifty more like... even then I'm not sure," I laughed.
"Well... If it's as valuable as all that I probably shouldn't be wanting to know, she said." I looked up and I swear she was smirking. 'She probably thinks I've met a boy', I thought to myself. I couldn't dare tell her the truth.
After breakfast I thought I'd wander around the ship for an hour. I had a quick look around the upper decks and explored outside on the promenade decks, but it was too cool and breezy to be comfortable. The only reason that I endured it for longer that a few seconds, was because the beautiful cool breeze playing across my pussy through the loose gusset of my panties felt so good. There were a couple of old guys lying on loungers out there, determined to enjoy reading on the deck, despite having to wear overcoats and scarves.
I stopped a few feet up from them and leaned forward on the handrail, looking out to sea while spreading my feet apart slightly, for no other reason than to let them have a good long look. I knew the wind was blowing my skirt up and I could feel the gusset of my panties flapping in the breeze. I was thinking, 'If they're gay it won't bother them at all, and if they're not... well it might be a nice little treat for them,' I sniggered.
I waited there for a few minutes, and just before I turned away, I unfastened my cardigan. As I turned, the cardigan blew open to reveal my breasts jiggling inside my flimsy blouse. "Oh my goodness!" I declared, taking a surprisingly long time to catch the garment and pull it back around me, before making off toward the door back in to the public area. As I did so, I peeked across discreetly. Both of them had a hand in their pockets, and I wondered what on earth they might me doing. 'Surely it would be difficult to turn the pages with one hand?' I thought, smirking.
I decided to go and have another look at the amusement arcade. I wondered if those lads were hanging there. I was still in a mischievous mood and I thought it might be fun to tease them for a while.
I walked in to an unholy mixture of crashes, explosions, bleeps, a few seconds each of about three different awful tunes all jumbled together, and lights flashing everywhere. 'I don't know how much of this I can stand,' I thought. 'The constant bleep noises in the casino was bad enough.'
I looked around and sure enough two of the lads that I'd seen on the first day aboard were there, but there was another lad there too. He seemed older and he had his head buried in some 'beat-em-up' game. He looked quite young, but he was cute -- a bushy flock of dark, curly hair and an almost rugged look to his juvenile features.
I unfastened my cardigan and slipped it off one shoulder, leaving my left breast just visible through the thin material as I walked over to where he was playing.
I stood beside the machine, just in his line of vision, watching in silence. It was only a few seconds until his attention was drawn from his game to something a little closer. There was a 'Aaaghh' sound, and his man was down. "Oh. Sorry," I said. "Did I distract you?"
His expression changed from one of dismay to pleasant surprise as he looked up to see me smiling at him. "Oh. Err... Hello. No... it's OK. I was almost done anyway," he said. "I've not seen you in here before," he commented.
"I came to have a look on the first day," I told him, "but there were only a couple of young lads here." I glanced across to where the other two lads were involved in some racing game.
He glanced across. "Yes. They're in here every day. Don't you play the machines then?" he asked.
"Not the machines... no," I said with a smile, "but I do like games," I told him as I let my cardigan slip to one side to give him a better, close-up view of my breast pressing against the semi-transparent material. He gulped.
"It's a bit noisy in here isn't it?" I complained.
"Yeah," he agreed, not picking up on my hint.
"I don't know how long I could stand all this noise," I told him, staring into his eyes, pointedly.
"Oh... Err... Would you like to go somewhere else then?" he asked.
I thought it a bit bold as I'd only just met him, but that wasn't a bad thing. "I don't know. Where would you suggest?"
"Maybe a walk along the deck?"
I looked at him sideways. "Have you been out there?" I asked. "We're at sea and it's winter. It's a bit blowy. I'm not really dressed for it," I told him, opening my cardigan and flapping it around.
The poor lad's eyes nearly popped as he watched my titties jiggle. "Err... Hello?" I laughed, pulling his attention back up to my face.
"Eh? Oh. Sorry. Well, where would you like to go then?" he asked.
"Maybe you'd like to take a lady for a drink somewhere?" I suggested.
"Who?" he asked. I gave him my most intense look of pathos. "Oh. Yes. Of course," he said.
"Anyone would think you didn't like me," I said. "Do you like me?" I asked, purposefully gazing into his eyes.
