We were becalmed as I sat on the stairs leading down to the captain's cabin. I had a tumbler of black sambucca in my hand. The cabin was large with an island bed in the middle covered in a red sheet and the portholes covered in lush red velvet curtains. Liz, my wife, was standing at the foot of the bed in a very short see-through dress. You could easily see she was wearing a white lacy g-string which I had bought her in Paris. Her nipples were hard in anticipation. Captain Walter was lying between the sheets facing her. His only words were, "Lose the panties." Liz immediately hooked her fingers around the sides and began to lower them exposing her white shaven pussy. My hand was now shaking and some of my drink was spilling. It was then the captain rolled over and removed the sheet exposing this huge circumcised weapon that was rigid and pointing to the ceiling. I now understood why his boat was named Keeled Over. Maybe it should have been called Nine and Over. Knowing that Liz would soon be impaling herself on this at least 9 inch long and thick cock My hand was shaking so much I accidentally dropped my drink with glass shattering and liqueur spilling everywhere. The Captain and Liz turned and looked and I froze...
It had all started some years before when I met Liz at University. She was petite, 5ft 5 tall, firm B cups breasts, great legs and tight superb arse. She would always wear the shortest skirts or dresses displaying her shapely legs. Her tops always displayed her cleavage and she had long, very long dark hair and olive skin which would tan brown in little time. Liz was studying to be a teacher and I was at law school.
I was taller than her but not much taller and I had a small build and my whole physique was not much bigger than Liz. I played a fair bit of sport so was fit and wiry but not muscled.
The engineering students had organised a roman toga party and a friend of mine had invited me along. The only rules were wear a toga and bring some alcohol. Engineering students are a fairly wild bunch I quickly learnt. Most wore a sheet and little else including the women and they could drink. I met Liz for the first time at this party. She arrived with her boyfriend. She looked stunning and was turning heads. Her boyfriend was a tall, strongly built guy who I later found out was studying also to be a teacher. His name was David and he had met Liz at Uni.
Everyone was drinking out of little plastic cups, mainly wine and beer. The party was getting very entertaining with plenty of drinking competitions and plenty of groping. Liz caught my attention. She had a flowing white sheet on which didn't hide much, high red heels and little else. You could see she had no bra on as her nipples were very visible under the toga, the night being a little chilly. David would put his hand under her toga now and again and touch her arse and you could clearly see she had a red g-string on to match her shoes.
By this stage some men were forming human towers and crashing into each other. Others were getting eskies of melted ice and dousing unsuspected women. I was getting hard. I was hoping Liz would be a victim so I could get a better look at her tits.
I had worn some tight fitting briefs under my toga. I wasn't hiding much and on a cold night it was probably less than 2 inches and not visible. Even at my best I would grow to just over 6 inches and not particularly thick. I could see David wasn't wearing underwear as Liz was often putting her hand under his toga. You could see his cock was flaccid but was clearly visible in shape under his toga. It was making a large, very large bulge under the sheet. I gave thought to its size when it was fully grown.
I think after a while they noticed I was staring at them and they called me over to their group. Liz said, "Hey you seem to have been checking us out so you may as well join us."
I said, "Sorry I was just admiring how stunning you are. My name is Phil." We then starting chatting and seemed to click. We talked about our courses and were becoming so pissed I don't really remember much of our conversation or how I got home.
I do remember that David, who was standing beside me made a point of turning towards me and his cock rubbed against my side. It was semi hard and I could feel its size. It may have been an accident but I think he was telling me that Liz was his girlfriend.
After that night I would see Liz often on the campus and we would have a coffee or a drink together in the afternoon. We enjoyed each other's company and would make each other laugh. After a while she said her and David had broken up and did I want to go out and do things together as friends. So we started going as friends.
Even in those early days it was Liz who made most of the decisions. Where we ate or what band or movie we saw. We were more like girlfriends but I was always happy looking at her in her skimpy clothing.
One day we were at a hotel having a drink and she was wearing the shortest skirt. As we were talking my eyes kept drifting down to her legs which were crossed. She then uncrossed them and parted them just slightly. I then had a clear view of some sheer black panties covering a shaven pubic area. I'm not sure if it was a deliberate act or not in any event I started to get instantly hard. As I have said luckily (or unluckily) I'm not large in that area. I must have just kept staring. It was the first time I had seen her pussy. I snapped to attention when Liz said quite loudly, "What are you staring at? It's like when we were at the party when we first met."
