by Dreama Faire
"Watch your head." He ducked through another doorway.
She stared down into a dark, deep stairwell and hesitated.
He grinned. "Is okay. Just go down backward, like ladder. I go first."
Before she could protest, he disappeared through the opening.
His voice drifted up from below. "Come on. I catch you if you slip."
Well, Miss Barker, you wanted adventure. She started down the stairs, wondering if Nick had any plans other than a private guided tour of the ship. Suddenly, his large, warm hands firmly grasped her butt, answering her question.
"Good. You do fine. Almost here."
Heat surged through her already throbbing pussy, her clit sending tiny, deliciously painful shocks deep into her body. She could barely breathe. Each movement down the ladder rubbed the sensitive flesh between her legs, sending vivid images of reckless sexual abandon racing through her head.
Her foot touched the deck, and Nick's hands slid up her hips to grasp her waist. His breath felt hot on her neck, his whisper seductive.
"You are very good sailor. A natural."
She closed her eyes, savoring his hands resting on her body, and wanting to feel them against her bare skin.
Abruptly, he stepped back and took her hand again. "This way."
She heard a deep thrum that grew louder as they moved toward another door. Nick pulled it open, and led her into a large compartment criss-crossed with pipes and ducts. He closed the door behind them, smiling like a proud father.
"This is center of ATLAS."
She gazed around at the maze of brass rods and gray metal cylinders. What is he talking about?
He chuckled. "Engine room is on other side." He gestured toward a huge pipe that ran the length of the compartment. "This is screw. Makes ship move." His eyes narrowed wickedly. "You know about screw?"
Her chest tightened with anticipation. No, but I'm ready to learn. He placed her hand on the large cylinder, holding her palm firmly against the cool metal. A deep vibration hummed through her fingers and up her arm, and the touch of Nick's warm hand sent ripples of excitement over her own. Startled by the intense feeling, she glanced up into his eyes. Passion lurked just behind the dark lashes, and his mouth curled into a knowing smile.
"I show you how to feel it better."
Before she could react, he grasped her waist and swiftly lifted her onto the pipe, then straddled it behind her. She grappled with her emotions. He was frightening her, but at the same time, intoxicating her body with new and explosive sensations. In seconds, the throb of the engine vibrating through the huge screw shaft spiraled along her inner thighs and into her clit. She relaxed and abandoned herself to the growing flood of expectation that rolled through her nerves. Nick's chest pressed against her back and his hands moved down her thighs, pressing them against the humming hard metal.
His whisper steered her toward oblivion. "You like? Big vibrator, huh? Is better this way."
He pushed her shoulders forward, setting her body at an angle that brought the shuddering metal directly against her rigid nub. Hard waves of need forged through her body, gaining momentum.
Instinctively, she rocked against the vibrations. "Oh, my God, Nick..."
Quickly, he lifted her up from the pipe, then swung her onto the deck.
He slid down to stand beside her. "Can be better. I show you."
Her pulse pounded in her ears, the agonizing ache between her legs overpowered her, and she slipped a hand beneath her waistband.
With lightning speed, Nick grabbed her arm and glowered. "No! You do it my way. Touch yourself when you are alone."
The outburst startled her, and a cold chill chased after her hot desire.
His features softened, and he grinned. "Here. I show you how to enjoy."
He dropped to one knee and unbuttoned her slacks, then swiftly pulled them down. She immediately tried to cover herself. She was more frightened and more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. Why couldn't she relax? This was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? A chance to do things she'd never done? Experience emotions that had evaded her solitary life? A sense of calm slowly washed over her.
Nick had rocked back on his heels, his face a perfect mask of patience. She took a deep breath and gazed into his eyes, her voice but a whisper. "Yes, show me."
10
Nick's muscular arms encircled Amanda's legs and she closed her eyes, imagining all manner of delights to come. His breath burned across the skin on her belly, his beard stubble leaving little tracks of fire as he softly nibbled his way from hip to hip. The heat between her legs flared and she pressed against him, reaching for his head, threading her fingers into his coarse curly hair.
Abruptly, he pulled back and scowled up at her. "Don't touch. I tell you when."
She gazed at his strong features, a mask of domination. She now clearly understood the rules of the game.
His tone softened, yet held the strength of command. "Put your hands on top of your head."
She slowly raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head, feeling the vulnerability of the action.
Nick's hands moved up her thighs, then his strong workingman's fingers grasped the cheeks of her ass and squeezed. In the same motion, he pulled her belly to his face. His hot tongue licked her skin, lapping with languid, promising strokes. Against the background hum of the screw, she heard a noise, a soft scrape of heel against deck. Someone's here! Watching! A searing fire raced through her pussy, stunning her senses with the excitement of being on display, and under Nick's control. His tongue continued its torment, and she longed to feel it on her clit. She pressed against him, rocking her hips suggestively, feverishly trying to communicate what she wanted. His hard tongue probed her navel, and a jolt drove through her belly. His hot breath caressed her skin and, a second later, his tongue danced at the tip of her crease.
Oh God, yes, please lick me. She tilted her hips to make it easier for him. His movements stopped. She'd broken the rules again. He released her and rocked back on his heels.
He frowned, but his tone was calm. "Teacher has much to learn."
He brushed his fingers across her muff of soft hair, the only barrier between her mounting need and his tongue. She shivered, every nerve in her body aching with desire.
She struggled to keep a neutral expression as she spoke. "I'm a good student."
He smiled with an expression reflecting self-confidence in his own virility. "Takes much time. Lovemaking is to be savored like fine wine and good food. Today, we have apertif."
Amanda's pussy was on fire. I just want to be fucked!
As though he'd read her thoughts, he rose and unbuckled his belt. Her breath stilled as she watched his hands move slowly and deliberately, first releasing the button, then sliding the zipper down, finally pushing the waistband over his hips.
His voice was sharp with authority. "Climb up on screw shaft."
Her gaze snapped to his face. Her instinct told her she'd best obey if she wanted to continue the game. Stepping out of her own slacks puddled on the floor, she took a deep breath and turned to the humming cylinder. Nick's hands circled her waist and steadied her as she climbed on. She gasped as the cool metal touched her swollen flesh.
He pointed at a slim pipe directly in front of her. "Hold it with both hands."
A tiny spear of apprehension slipped into her thoughts. She was alone with a complete stranger—maybe more than one—in the bowels of a ship far out at sea.
Nick's tone sharpened. "Now!"
She leaned forward to grasp the pipe, her fright growing. Why had she thought it would be exciting to give herself to a stranger? Her body thrummed with fearful tension and eager anticipation. Suddenly, she realized the metal between her legs was no longer cool. The distraction relaxed her mind and she focused on the sensations moving along her inner thighs, the tingling flesh that firmly pushed away her anxiety.
Nick climbed up behind her, then grasped her hips. "Lean forward. Hang onto pipe for
balance."
Obediently, she rocked forward, feeling the surge and murmur of the huge screw turning relentlessly, propelling the massive ship through the night. The vibration immediately began to work its magic on her clit. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting it flow through her. Nick's fingers tightened over the flesh across her hips.
"Feels good? Your cunt likes it?"
"Yes, yes," she breathed, "I love it."
Was that her saying those things? Shut up. Don't think, just feel.
A second later, Nick's rock-hard erection pressed insistently against her butt hole and she gasped. Panic raced through her chest and she lunged forward, trying to free herself from his grasp. The tender anal tissue resisted and he pushed harder, holding her firmly with his large hands.
His voice rasped through the humming air. "Relax. Let your body open up."
"I don't want—"
The screw vibrations channeled through his cock, sending her own deep tremors into overdrive. He pushed her shoulders forward even farther, and she closed her eyes, struggling with the idea of what would happen next. But the tip of his hot flesh moved past her ass and lapped at her pussy. She breathed a small sigh of relief.
Her throbbing clit spasmed against the purring metal, and a tiny flash of exquisite pain surged through her. She squirmed against his cock, trying to suck it in, desperate to feel him inside her.
"Lovable, you cheat again. I won't fuck you if you don't play fair."
The tip of his penis teased the threshold of her pussy, now slippery with her juice. Relax. Let him take his time. He's in charge. The erotic dream scene appeared again. Tied to the mast, with Nick as her unrelenting master. Sweet delirium. The image sent her over the edge. The sensations pounded her body, her clit, her mind, all coiled into one magnificent loop of passion. The storm rolled over her, dashing her against the cliffs of her need, filling every cell as her body clenched around the fist of ecstasy ramming through her. From deep in her chest, a wail started and she threw her head back to howl in complete surrender.
"Good, Baby. You like to come. I like to watch."
"Nick, I want—"
"Time is not right, Lovable. I tell you when."
He gently eased her body back and slipped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly against his chest. Through the crushing blanket of release, she felt his cock between her legs. She still straddled his erection, the swollen tip resting between her wet pussy lips. She desperately wanted to feel that rod inside her, pumping her, taking her. She clenched her pussy against it.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Nick's chest, vibrating against her back. His fingers caressed her thighs, and his moustache brushed her neck.
"Soon," he whispered.
11
Amanda stared out the cabin window at the millions of stars peppering the black sky. Exhausted, but wide awake, she replayed the scene with Nick over and over, her body springing toward the edge of release with each mental image. In her wildest dreams, she'd never imagined such escapades. Nothing even close. Recalling the sensation of soft skin over a concrete penis, her pussy ached to repeat the screaming orgasm. God, how she wanted to look at his cock, see the instrument of her ecstasy. Look at it, hell! She wanted to sit on it, take it in her mouth, drive him crazy, too.
Warmth flushed up her neck and raced across her cheeks. I can't believe I'm thinking these things. The throb between her legs begged for release. She slithered her fingers down her belly, then stopped at the soaked gateway. No, I'm saving my energy for the real thing.
* * *
Nick handed a clipboard to the captain, then stepped back from the desk.
"Cargo for Domingo checked and ready to off-load."
Olsen glanced at the paperwork and nodded. "Goot. We are ahead of schedule. I'll give the crew a day's liberty." He looked up and smiled wickedly. "They must be fuckin' randy by now with all the ladies on board."
Nick smirked. "Yeah, some more than others."
Olson handed the clipboard back. "I think I'll ask the schoolteacher if she'd like a guided tour of the town."
Nick bobbed his head and left the cabin. Striding down the companionway at a good clip, his thoughts teemed with nasty retorts. Hah! Like the lady would be interested in going anywhere with a fat old fool like you. Irritation prickled across his shoulders. What did he care what she did? Or with whom? As far as he was concerned, she was just a diversion to pass the sea days quickly. The vision of her soft womanly body appeared in his head. A fresh, delicate morsel, un-sampled by others, waiting to be devoured, there for his insatiable appetite. His cock came to attention, and he reached down to shift it to a more comfortable position, enjoying the pulsation deep in his loins.
When he arrived at his tiny office, he locked the door and quickly unzipped his pants. His straining erection sprang free. He grabbed it hard and stroked firmly, thinking about Amanda's gorgeous ass, the small brown hole winking at him as she'd struggled with her pent-up desire. Damn! He'd really wanted to ram her, plunge into that tight little butt and rip her apart. Fuck her 'till she couldn't breathe. She'd wanted it. Almost asked for it.
He grinned down at his engorged cock as he stroked himself. Before he was finished with her, she'd be on her knees sucking it and begging him to take her. He pulled harder on his cock, urging himself to orgasm while he thought of all the different ways he would claim his prize.
* * *
Amanda listened idly to the college girls chattering at the far end of the table. Their giggling was beginning to annoy her. She refocused her attention on Dr. Elleson, buried in one of his books, as usual. Did he come on this cruise only to read? I wonder if he left something behind, some sad or tragic event. As her mind drifted over the many melancholy possibilities, she suddenly became aware he was looking directly at her.
She flushed and tried to make small talk. "What are you reading today?"
He peered over the top of his glasses with emotionless gray eyes, clearly considering whether or not to answer her question. Not that she cared.
"The Social and Economic Impact of AIDS in Third World Countries."
What a conversation starter. "Oh, I see. Is it interesting?"
He cleared his throat. "If the concept of entire populations dying from sexually-transmitted diseases appeals to you."
Rachel piped up. "Don't they use rubbers or anything over there?"
Elleson frowned and swiveled to look at her, his voice filled with contempt. "They can barely feed themselves, let alone spend money on condoms." He closed the book, rose from his chair, and nodded to the remaining lunch crowd. "If you'll excuse me."
Amanda had already tuned him out. Stunned by her own naiveté, she considered her steady march toward letting Nick fuck her. She hadn't given one thought to the consequences of unprotected sex. Wasn't that his responsibility? She thought hard about her college days, recalling the giggles in the locker room, the comments about boyfriends "being prepared." Nick had touched her intimately with his cock, but had he used anything? Could she catch something that way?
She excused herself from the table, and hurried toward the stairway to the upper decks, her brain on overdrive. She wasn't about to trust her health to a complete stranger. In the distance, a sliver of land hovered on the horizon, reminding her the ship would dock at Hispaniola the next day. She'd find a drugstore, take over the responsibility herself. Until then, she'd avoid Nick.
Disappointment seared through her chest. The voyage was in its eighth day, and would be over before she knew it. She was determined to experience everything the sexy sailor had planned for her, no matter what she had to do.
* * *
That night after dinner, Amanda lingered over her sherry longer than usual, fully aware that the sun was sinking quickly, and her evening rendezvous with Nick was on hold. What excuse would she use? Would he even ask?
Solly appeared, his usual smile warming his friendly brown eyes. "Missy want anything else? I finished for tonight."
"Oh,
I'm sorry. I've been sitting here daydreaming."
The steward smiled and bobbed his head knowingly and, again, Amanda felt sure he knew of her bawdy escapades. Maybe he was the person who'd lurked in the shadows of the screw compartment.
She rose and left the dining room, wanting to head straight for the bow of the ship, find Nick, slip into his arms, and let him educate her. Heaviness settled into her thoughts as another thought slipped into her mind. Who was he? Where was he from? Surprisingly, she really wanted to know. What difference does it make? In another two weeks, I'll be back home, tanned and refreshed, this voyage only a dream. She smiled. But, what a dream!
She hesitated at the stairs to the upper decks. Maybe we could just talk. She glanced down the empty gangway. He probably wouldn't be there this late, but she'd slip down and take a look. It would sure make her feel good if he was waiting.
As she rounded the forward superstructure, a movement over by the dinghies caught her eye. Two silhouettes lounged against a storage locker used for life buoys and safety lines. Flattening herself against the cold steel of the superstructure, Amanda watched the couple from her hidden spot. A girl's familiar laughter drifted through the air, and Amanda squinted to see better. Oh, Lord, it's Danielle. A second later, the other figure stepped from the shadow into the moonlight, and gestured toward the storage locker. The girl's nervous laughter floated on the breeze coming across the bow. The burly man dropped his trousers and Amanda held her breath, her gaze riveted to his cock, pointing straight up and waving lewdly with his movements. A surge of heat darted between Amanda's legs, and her heart thudded heavily against her ribs. She couldn't tear her eyes from the scene unfolding in front of her.
Danielle slipped out of her shorts and panties, and hoisted herself onto the locker. She grabbed hold of a heavy cable overhead and wrapped her legs around the man's hips. He grabbed Danielle's thighs and punched his cock deep into her gaping pussy. Amanda's breath came in ragged gasps, her clit throbbed and clenched into a rock-hard nub against her panties. God, she wanted to feel that—experience a giant cock ramming her 'till she swooned. She slid her hand inside her panties and fingered her aching clit, while she watched the sailor grunt and shove like a rutting buck.