When Alan joined the Merchant Navy as an Engineer Officer it was a time of change (well, when isn't it?) especially in the shipping world. The British Empire was in its death throes, but there were still many British families living in the newly independent nations and with strong ties to the Old Country, and visits back to relatives in Britain involved a lot of passages, which would always have been by sea in the many liners transporting people and cargo in varying degrees of luxury. However, the introduction of jet aircraft made the journey by air more acceptable and substantially quicker, with the inevitable reduction in passengers on the sea routes. Nonetheless, there were still adequate numbers to sustain the dying trade for a few more years, before cruising created a new market for big ships, and among those numbers were females of various ages and availability for officers with libidos that needed satisfying. Needless to say, Alan was one of them.
As a young man, tall, good looking and with an easy charm, he had no problem attracting members of the fairer sex. This natural attraction was augmented by the uniform he wore, especially in the warmer climes where the smart white shorts worn in the day showed off his handsome legs, or the crisp white mess jacket with its badges of rank looked good in the evening. This gear contrasted favourably with that of the younger male passengers who tended to slob around in casual clothes. He had soon learned that he was more likely to achieve sexual conquest with the older ladies (in this context old means above twenty), especially married women travelling without their husbands. For them, this was a perhaps rare opportunity to put themselves about, with virtually no risk of being found out, and with the near certainty that their lovers would say a final goodbye at the end of the trip. However, he did sometimes dally with the younger ladies, with mixed results.
Erica wasn't a good idea. She was a tall, well developed girl who gave him to understand that she was approaching her twentieth birthday, and she certainly had an air of sophistication about her that supported that belief. Fortunately, he had not got past the stage of a gentle good night kiss before her aunt, with whom she was travelling, informed him quietly that she was only fifteen, after which he restricted his attention to her to chatting and a quick turn on the floor at the ship's dances. She finally asked him if her aunt had given her away, and when he concurred said "Pity, we could have had some fun together".
Joy was a different proposition. She was a small blonde (bottle?) with a big sense of her own worth. She had a quite spectacular figure, big breasts accented by her Wonderbra, and a cleavage she was not shy about exposing. Slim waisted and with a pert round bottom topping shapely legs, she was well aware of her attraction to men. She latched onto Alan very quickly, and he responded accordingly. He first met her while the ship was in port and he was on daywork duties, not doing watches. He was thus able to give her plenty of attention during the evening, and soon was having his wicked way with her. However, as soon as they put to sea he was back on watch-keeping hours and, as he was on the eight to twelve watch - eight o'clock to twelve o'clock, morning and evening - he was unable to see her during the evening.
The day after his first evening watch he went down to the passenger deck to meet her. There was no sign of her, but her cabin mate, Vanessa, came across to speak to him.
"Sorry Alan, but Joy wont be coming. She seems to have gone off you, she says if you've got to work in the evenings she can't be bothered. Also, I saw her chatting to the Second Mate, who seems to be able to make himself available. Anyway, she sent her fat, ugly friend to give you the good news. And if you say I'm not fat and ugly, I'll hit you."
"Well, up to then I hadn't noticed, which is a pity because I was going to invite you up to my cabin for a mad, passionate sex session, but now you've told me how hideous you are I'll just suggest you come just for a cup of tea."
"I suppose so, there's not a lot to do around here. What time do you suggest?"
"About half past midnight, the light's not so good then."
At half past midnight she was waiting for him, and by one o'clock they were in his bunk performing the age old horizontal dance. She wasn't really fat, just a few pounds on the plump side, which he found very pleasant as he caressed the gentle bulges. Neither was she ugly, the worst that could be said was that she was plain, but her smile made up for that, especially in the after orgasmic glow. She was an enthusiastic lover to put it mildly, and for the rest of the time she was on the ship they both tried to outdo each other in carnal ingenuity. As he told her, he was so glad Joy had deserted him, as, apart from being a stuck up bitch, she hadn't been very good at sex. Added to Vanessa's prowess in bed, he also found her very good company, and was really sorry when they had to part.
***
Joyce was another young woman, at nineteen years old more girl than woman. Their meeting had been, to say the least, somewhat surprising.
Alan saw her in a small group of passengers sitting at a table with a drink in her hand. She saw him approaching and a distinct blush rose on her cheeks.
"I think we need to talk, don't you?"
"Oh God, I've been dreading this" she replied, "but I suppose we should. I need to know what happened last night. Perhaps somewhere more discreet?"
"I thought you hadn't got much idea. Could you face my cabin again, I'll get the steward to bring us some tea - and I'll leave the door open if that will make you happier."
She agreed and he led her to his cabin, then went and asked the steward to bring them tea. When he returned they sat and idly chatted till tea and cakes was delivered by the steward, along with the cryptic (to her) message that "He'd be back in a bit with the evidence."
"Now, let's be clear. What do you want to know?"
"Everything. I can just remember bits, but I was so pissed that I don't know what was just my fevered imagination, and I'm certain there are bits where I was oblivious and I've no idea what happened."
"So you want all the sordid details - and some really were a bit yucky."
"Oh God, I was afraid of that. No, tell every horrid little detail. I need to know the worst."
"Right. Once upon a time..."
"Please don't take the mickey...Lord, I don't even know your name. In case you didn't ask, I'm Joyce."
"Sorry Joyce, from here on I promise to be dead serious. And I'm Alan, so now we're on first name terms, and that's only right seeing as we spent the night together. I'll start again."
Before he starts, a quick run down on officers' accommodation. The ship on which Alan was sailing was built in the thirties, and was typical of many passenger/cargo liners of its time. The deck officers' accommodation was situated forward, under the bridge, while the engineer officers' was placed around the funnel and the engine casing, both being placed on the top deck. On this ship, all officers had single cabins, though there were ships where cabins were shared - not a popular idea. The only sanitary arrangements in the cabins was a wash hand basin, and you may guess that when someone needed a pee in the middle of a sleep period, (and the older a man gets the more that occurs) that basin got used as a urinal as well. It was sometimes used for that purpose by visiting ladies, but let's not go there. There was a bathroom centrally placed, with a communal shower leading off from a row of toilet compartments and several basins, for hand or clothes washing. Needless to say there was no need of provision for female officers as everyone knows women can't steer or fix engines (Bang goes a big chunk of my readership, where's the delete key?). This will, hopefully, make the next bit clearer to any readers that are left. Back to Alan's explanation of what had happened.
"Last night I was late coming off watch as I had a fuel pump failure just as I was due to hand over, which meant I had to start the spare generator and get it on line before I could leave the engine room. That meant the rest of the watch had finished their showers before I started, so I was on my own in the bathroom. When I walked out of the shower I found you standing just inside the door. When I say standing, perhaps the better word would be swaying. I hate saying this but you aren't as attractive when your face is a sort of greenish colour, and when you took one look at me, and gave a technicolour yawn down the front of your dress, it didn't get any better. As you showed every sign of going to repeat the performance, and as you also seemed in danger of falling over, I grabbed you, turned you round and pushed your head down over one of the basins. You then proceeded to bring up a quite amazing quantity of vomit, until at last you quietened down, and I splashed some cold water in your face to freshen it up a bit."
"When you finally straightened up, you turned round, said "I've got to pee" and shot across the room into the nearest loo. You pulled your skirt up and sat down. As you hadn't bothered to shut the door, I could see that you hadn't lowered your knickers, so I shouted at you to wait, but far too late, and you were obviously in full flow. I stood and watched and, as you finished, you gave me a big silly grin and said "You're naked". I must admit that, in the heat of the moment this fact had escaped me, but I produced the witty riposte that I often showered naked as it saved getting my clothes wet. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it round me."
"At this stage I had no idea how you had come to be very drunk in our bathroom, but, as you appeared to be in a certain amount of distress - that's to say pissed and poorly - I stood you up and led you round to my cabin. You leaned against the door, dripping pee and smelling of the vomit down the front of your dress, and I decided that you'd be better off out of your mucky clothes. I unzipped your dress and slipped it off you easily, then I wondered what to do about your soaking knickers. Any attempt to get a sensible, or even stupid, suggestion from you got nothing more helpful than a pathetic groan, so I just pulled them down and persuaded you to step out of them. What to do next? I decided to dress you in a pair of my briefs, which I hoped might stay up long enough for you to get back to your cabin."
"When I was looking for the briefs I uncovered a bright red pair of very brief knickers, and I realised they had been hidden there as a souvenir by a lady who had favoured me with her presence in my bunk on the last trip. I guessed you wouldn't complain, but before I dressed you I got my flannel and mopped you up a bit to make you somewhat more sanitary. Then I tried to get them on you, which was a struggle as you were busy falling over at the time. However, I managed after a bit, by which time you had passed out, so I picked you up and put you on my bunk."
(What Alan hadn't bothered to mention was that he had sniffed the crotch of the red knickers before putting them on her, and had enjoyed the faint remaining aroma of the copious vaginal juice of the their owner. She had given him several nights of delightful, if tiring, pleasure, and for a brief moment he reminisced over the memory of a pussy that had made beautiful music on his energetic penis.)
"It was pretty obvious that you weren't going anywhere for a while, so I decided I'd leave you there for a few hours, hopefully to sober up a bit. In the meantime I put on a pair of shorts and lay down on the settee for a short sleep. I must have been more tired than I thought, and, as I'd not thought to set the alarm, I slept until Dennis, the steward, came into the cabin to wake me in time for breakfast before going on watch. He saw you laying asleep on my bunk, and gave a sniff as the smell of vomit reached him. He just raised his eyebrows and said "Good night?". I gave him a quick run down on what had happened, and he started laughing, then offered to clean your dress. I pointed out that this would leave you to go back to your cabin just wearing bra and knickers, but he suggested that I should have a tee shirt long enough to cover your embarrassment, which seemed a sensible idea. I went through my tee shirts and chose the longest one, then I woke you up. I guess you will remember the rest, putting on the tee shirt and going back to your cabin."
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Dennis came in, carrying her dress and knickers. She was suitably enthusiastic, and gave him a big kiss on each cheek, at which he thanked her and retreated.
"I bet that's the most enthusiastic kiss he's ever had from a girl. You do realise he's as queer as a seven pound note?"
(Pause for a moment. At the time of these events homosexuality was illegal in Britain - only between men, apparently when the law was introduced it was in the reign of Queen Victoria, and she did not believe that homosexuality between women existed. As a result going to sea was a popular way of avoiding the law for homosexuals, and shipping companies were quite happy to have homosexual crew, particularly stewards who were good at the job and did not pose a threat to female passengers. Also, the use of the words such as 'queer' or 'poofter' to describe homosexuals was commonplace and to describe someone as gay was merely to denote that he was happy, not what was then widely considered as perverted.)
"I did wonder. Should I be jealous?"
"No, he's not my type, but he's a bloody good steward. Anyway, now you know what happened last night."
"There's one small detail I remember that you've missed out - the way you woke me up."
"Do remind me."
"You bent over and kissed me on the lips."
"I'm sorry - I thought you were asleep."
"I'm not - not sorry, I mean . But are you really saying that you didn't...do anything else to me?"
"No, Joyce, apart from taking your knickers off and washing your private bits, and dressing you in some other woman's undies, no, I didn't do anything."
"Why not - is my body so ugly that you didn't fancy me?"
"For me, sex is a waste of time if both parties aren't getting pleasure out of it, and a dead drunk girl isn't on my list of desirable partners. Incidentally, you've not told me how you came to be in that state in our bathroom."
"Several of us were invited to a party in Mickey's cabin. God knows what was in the drinks, but I didn't take long to get in the state you saw me. I desperately needed to pee, and when one of your colleagues suggested I use the wash basin I decide it was time to leave. I just staggered out and by luck I could still focus well enough to read the toilet sign, so in I went and you know more about the rest than I do."
Alan made a mental note to have words with Mickey Walsh about how not to treat vulnerable young women. Then a thought occurred to him.
"You didn't say whether you enjoyed the kiss, and would you like another before you go?"
She just nodded, so he slid his arms around her and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, and her lips were soft and yielding to his touch. He withdrew a little and smiled down at her, before repeating the treatment, a little more firmly this time, and he felt her lips parting at his touch. After a while he released her.
"I'm sorry, love, but I've got to go and eat before I go on watch. I'd love to carry on from here, but work has to come first. Just in case you are interested, I'll be out on the deck behind our cabins at about twenty past midnight, assuming I don't get another generator problem and no drunken young ladies delay me."
"Yes, I'm very interested. Now one more kiss please, just a little one to remind me."
He duly kissed her very gently, then she left, carrying the beautifully pressed and folded dress, inside which were the now sanitised knickers. He went for his dinner, then put on his boiler suit and went below for the next four hours. His relief arrived in good time, so he was showered and dressed in a loose shirt and shorts at the promised time, and, when he walked out onto the deck Joyce left the shadows of a lifeboat and he led her back to his cabin, surreptitiously dropping the catch on the lock behind him.
"Are you up to drinking alcohol again yet? I've got beer and red wine, or a G&T if you like?"
"I think I might force a small glass of red wine down without too many harmful effects. Just don't give me whatever it was I had in Mickey's cabin."
He poured her a glass and a beer for himself, then chose one of his tapes and switched on his tape deck. He had a load of tapes with music he had copied from records at his home. Records don't perform well on a moving ship, and this was the days before cassettes or CDs. Most of his music was classical, but he also had several lighter popular items. At the time there was no bigger name than Frank Sinatra, and he had chosen one of his best albums, Songs for Swinging Lovers, and she smiled as the first notes of You make me feel so young brought the inimitable singer's voice into the cabin.
(Note for younger readers - at this time "swinging" referred to swing music, not what you were thinking.)
"How did you know he's my favourite singer. He's gorgeous?"
"Well, his voice is, not so sure about the rest of him, he's got some pretty nasty friends."
"Never mind, I'm not likely to be alone in a cabin with him."
"No, well I'm not going to sing to you, but you do realise you're at great risk, don't you?"
"Risk of what, may I ask?"
"Well, at least at risk of being kissed."
"I'm terrified."
He slid one arm around her waist and drew her towards him. Her face was turned towards him and she had a broad smile as his lips descended gently on to hers. He was in no hurry, and he allowed the soft touch to continue, feeling the warmth of the soft cushions, slightly parted. It was the seminal moment of the courtship ritual which he was hoping would carry on to an intimate physical coupling between two willing bodies. She seemed to be in more of a hurry than he, and her face pushed up at him, their lips pressing together more firmly, hers parting a little. He cautiously probed a little with his tongue, and, although she seemed to retreat slightly for a moment, she quickly accepted his intrusion and allowed him to roam around the warm moisture of her of her mouth, giving him a nip of her teeth on his probing organ.
Soon her own tongue joined in the game, and they were exploring each other with enthusiasm. Lips, tongues and teeth were all playing a part in arousing them both, and he felt her body pulsing under the arm surrounding her. His spare hand was holding her head close to his, but now he began moving slowly downwards, neck, shoulders and down to her chest. However, before his hand reached the swell of her breast, she pushed it away. She was still kissing as fiercely as before, but she was clearly resisting his attempt to advance the activities. He moved away and instead caressed her side, over her hip and sliding around to squeeze her buttock. This she accepted, but when he moved back to her breast he was again rejected.
Alan was confused by her actions. She was obviously enjoying the kissing, and, to judge by her heavy breathing, she was definitely aroused, so why was she stopping his approach to her breast. He was coming to the conclusion that she was a cock teaser, and when she pushed his hand away a third time, he began to think his chances of getting anywhere with her were quite slim. He was used to girls who made clear that they had no wish to go to bed with him, but Joyce's demeanour had made him sure that she wanted to go, if not all the way, but a lot further than this, by coming to his cabin at midnight. He was thinking that he would be better off catching up on his sleep, when he suddenly remembered advice from an experienced older Casanova:
"If all else fails, put her hand on your cock and burst into tears!"
He didn't think that bursting into tears would be quite appropriate, but the other part of the advice might be worth a try. After all, the worst that was likely to happen was that she might slap his face and run away. He made another attempt to caress her breast, but when she again pushed him away, he took her hand and pressed it firmly palm down against the bulge in his shorts covering his half hard penis. He anticipated a hasty withdrawal and was amazed that she did nothing more than emit a surprised "Oh", and made no attempt to remove her hand, which was inert upon his groin. He hadn't thought out the next move and was now a bit confused, so he lifted his hand from hers to see what she would do. The answer was absolutely nothing, and he felt her warmth through the thin material of his shorts. The result was unsurprising - his cock grew more firm and jerked against her pressure, and she drew back.
"What's up? Haven't you felt a cock jump before?"
"I've never felt a cock at all. Yours looked quite small when I saw it last night, now it feels big and hard."
"I don't think you were in any state to notice last night. Are you kidding me, you've never felt a cock? Have you seen one before?"
"Only a baby's, not a grown up one. I'm sorry, I'm not the sort of girl you thought just because I was horribly drunk when you first saw me. Perhaps I'd better go."
Alan drew her close to him and kissed her.
"Don't be silly. You're here, close to me, and you're very nice to kiss, why should you go? I'd figured that totally pissed wasn't your normal state."
"If I hadn't been pissed I might have paid more attention to your...bits. I'm afraid the sight of a naked man was a bit of a surprise."
"Yes, I must admit that I didn't find it very flattering that the moment you saw my nudity you fetched up so copiously. Anyway, perhaps you ought to have another look to see what I've got so the next one you see won't be a surprise."
"Are you sure? Still, I suppose I should take the chance to see if you look different when I'm sober"
He stood up and pushed his shorts down, then kicked them off, and stood totally exposed in front of her, his penis now hanging in its flaccid state, but still quite impressive. It wasn't a prize winning sample, but it was certainly on the large side of average, swinging above his large ball sack, and she stared at it with fascination.
"It looks much bigger now, but it still looks soft."
He sat down beside her and put her hand on his now naked cock. She held it softly but, of course it now began to grow. She said nothing, just watched with fascination as the hot package of flesh enlarged and hardened under the touch of her fingers. She cautiously began to stroke the length, feeling the smooth texture and the swelling at its tip under his uncut foreskin.
Alan now thought it was time for him to become more active. His arm around her waist drew her closer to him and they returned to the pleasure of their kissing. In view of her earlier rejection of his attempts to caress her breast he decided to go for broke. He dropped his hand onto her knee and began a slow upwards progress. Joyce was a very slim girl, but her thigh was firm and well muscled from many hours of sport, and his fingers slid slowly across the smooth skin as he ascended. She made no attempt to stop his slow progress, and his fingers touched the edge of the fabric of her knickers. He inched cautiously upwards and inwards, across the slippery fabric until he felt the soft yield of her pubic bulge, and he stopped there, gently pressing the warm flesh. All the time he had been exploring under her skirt their lips had been engaged in a sensory battle of tongues, teeth, and lips, but now she stayed still and he could sense that she was nearly holding her breath as his fingers crept slowly downwards, his touch electrifying her as he felt the top of the groove leading to her most private of places. He spread his fingers a little so that he could slide them down between her thighs and her outer lips, and felt the puffy softness, and squeezed them together, then allowed his middle finger to press down between them, onto the inner lips and clitoris.
He recalled that the knickers he had removed soaked in piss were wide legged, and he guessed correctly that she would be wearing a similar pair now. He moved his hand across to her thigh, then slid under the loose leg of her garment and back to her centre. Now he probed through her pubic hair and entered the deep slit concealing her sex, and passed down till he felt the entrance to her vagina. His finger slid easily into the warm wet slit, but he did not penetrate far before he felt the obstruction of her unbroken hymen. He moved gently in her entrance, and let his thumb roam across the bump of her clitoris. She was still holding his penis softly in her hand. Now she gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Are you going to put this inside me?" she enquired so quietly that he could only just hear her.
"Do you want me to?"
"I'm not sure. I don't know what I want. You aren't the first man who's tried to get me into bed, but you're the first one who's got his hand inside my knickers, and I've only known you about twenty four hours. My body wants you to take me, but my mind is completely confused. Why should you be my first?"
"Maybe it's because you know that you aren't going to have to make a long commitment to me, like you'd expect to with someone you'd met in a more normal relationship."
"By normal you mean with a man who hadn't stripped me and washed me about ten minutes after he'd met me".
"Maybe it's because at your first sight of me I was stark naked, and you just found me irresistible. Anyway, if you aren't sure, why don't you get dressed and go and think about it till tomorrow, and come back again if you're sure it's what you want?"
There was a long silence. At last she gave him another squeeze, and gave him a big smile.
"If I wait till tomorrow I'll be even more confused. Do it to me now, please, take my virginity. Just don't get me pregnant, that's all, and please don't hurt me too much - everyone says the first time is painful."
"Ill wear a condom, which is pretty reliable, though there's always a degree of risk. As for hurting you, I'll be as gentle as I can, but I guess you'll feel it when I go in first time."
He stood up and drew her to her feet. She stood quietly as he unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the ground. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her in just knickers and bra. He decided that she wouldn't want him to take off her bra, to judge by the way she had repeatedly rebuffed his attempts to touch her breast, so he left it and hooked his thumbs into her waistband and slid her knickers down to join her skirt. She stepped out of the garments and stood naked except for her bra. He looked at the slim body exposed before him, at the flat belly over the mop of fair hair covering her sex.
"You are even prettier when you are sober and not poorly. I'm glad you came back tonight, last night wasn't an image of you I really wanted to keep."
"I can't say I've got a very clear recollection of what you looked like - just wet and naked. You've definitely grown in an interesting way, though. Quite scary."
Alan stripped off his shirt so he was naked, then picked her up and laid her gently on his bunk. He bent over and kissed her, his hand stroking her belly before cupping her sex and feeling the damp hair over her vulva. He stood and opened a drawer and took out a condom, and she watched, fascinated, as he pulled back his foreskin, exposing his shiny glans, then rolling the thin sheath over his penis. Then he climbed onto the bunk beside her, and gently drew her legs apart exposing her pussy lips, glistening pinkly. He moved to kneel between her raised thighs, his protected weapon erectly approaching its goal. He was a little nervous about taking this girl's virginity, and asked her again.
"Are you quite sure you want me to do this?"
She didn't speak, just bit her lip and nodded.
He pushed forward slowly and the tip of his penis made contact with her lips, and then parted them as he moved. He watched as they spread wider as the crown of his cock entered into the slippery channel, then he felt the barrier of her virgin hymen stopping his progress. Should he burst his way through or pressure it slowly till it would give way? He decided on the slower route and just pushed more and more firmly till he felt the thin membrane yield and allow him to pass through. For Joyce, the intrusion of his member into her tight channel was followed by a feeling of pressure followed by a sharp pain as her virginity was taken, and she let out a muted "Ouch" as her only verbal response.
"Are you OK?
"I think so. It hurt a bit when you broke me, and it's a little bit sore, so please be gentle for a bit till I get used to it."
"I'll go slowly, just tell me if you want me to stop."
He began a process of easing a little further into her, then withdrawing, then repeating the action but penetrating a little deeper each time, till he felt his pubes pressing firmly against hers, and he was fully engaged. He stayed still for a while, kissing her and probing her with his tongue as she responded. Then he began moving again, and gradually increased the speed of his thrusts as she showed no signs of great discomfort. He guessed that she was unlikely to reach orgasm, so he continued thrusting as he felt his own climax approaching.
"I'm going to come now."
His ejaculation came quickly, his cock, buried deeply inside her, pulsing as his juice rushed into the condom. He was supported on his forearms and he smiled down at her, then delicately brushed her lips with his own. She smiled back up at him as his deflated penis slid out of her vagina. They both looked down at the condom hanging from its end, and saw the sight familiar to Alan of the teat full of fluid, and the less familiar sight of a red smear on the plastic skin.
"Is that all your sperm in there? And is that red my blood?"
"Well, yes and yes. I hope it was worth losing it."
"So that's my virginity gone. It didn't hurt as much as I had feared, but I'm glad that's out of the way. Was that how you usually do it, or were you specially gentle for me?"
"Well, I thought that if it didn't hurt too much the first time you'd want to do it again."
"Yes, I do want to. I could feel you having an orgasm, I want to have one myself, do you think you can do it for me?"
"I can't guarantee that the earth will move for you, but I'm willing to try. Perhaps you'll be a bit sore for me to enter you again tonight, but there are other ways that you might enjoy. Let's get rid of this thing and mop you up before your blood stains my sheet, I wouldn't like to upset Dennis."
He removed the condom and disposed of it, then fetched a flannel for her to wipe the blood stains from her vagina lips. Then she sat up.
"I might as well take this bloody bra off, so you can have a laugh and understand why I wouldn't let you grope my chest."
She unhooked the offending garment and took it off - and took off her bosom with it. Her chest was flat, with just the slightest sign of tiny bulges supporting small rosy pink nipples resting on the paler aureoles. She sat quietly, watching his face for a reaction. What she saw was a big smile, then his head dipping to deliver a quick kiss on each nipple in turn.
"There, I knew you'd laugh at my tiny titties."
"No, it's not your baby boobies I'm laughing at - it's at you, for being so silly. Big breasts, small breasts, they're all lovely if the person they belong to is lovely, like you are."
"Perhaps that's because you are lovely. If you had had some blokes laughing at you and telling you to try again when you've grown some tits, you'd know how I feel - not that blokes are likely to be feeling your chest."
"Very true, but, seriously, in my experience any woman's body is enjoyable if both of us are happy in each other's company. Now, I'm coming back to bed to see if I can wind you up and really get you going. If you aren't happy with what I'm doing, tell me, and if you are enjoying things, tell me that as well. We won't be together for very long, and the more we talk to each other the more fun we can have."
He climbed back onto the bunk beside her, and put his arms around her and drew her flat chest against his. He caressed her back and they began to kiss, a kiss that never wanted to stop as their lips, tongues and teeth mingled together. At last he released her, and his kisses moved down her neck and onto her chest, while his hand moved to her front and began tracing circles around what little breast she had and his fingers approached her aureole. Soon he was stroking the sensitive flesh while his kisses followed a similar movement across the other breast till both hand and lips arrived together at her nipples. He began a serious assault on the little bumps, which soon began to stiffen as they grew more prominent. She was murmuring encouragement as his fingers tugged at her nipple while he opened his mouth wide to engulf the small mound of flesh, his teeth finding the sensitive tip and nibbling and pulling at it.
He could sense her response to his ministrations as he heard her sudden intake of breath when he tweaked her nipple and now began to move his hand further down her body. Her belly was flat and smooth, but her pubic bulge was well padded and covered with fair hair which also hid her vulva. He slid over her hips and down her thighs, then his pressure parted the firm flesh as his fingers caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs and moved towards her centre. He rose to the junction of her thighs with the fleshy softness of the outer lips of her vulva and slid a finger along the deep groove which opened a little as she involuntarily spread her legs a little wider.
He had looked at a fair number of exposed vulvas in his time and had been surprised at how they could vary. This was the first time he had seen one with such prominent inner lips, which protruded well through the swell of the outer lips. He very gently ran his fingers over the fleshy protuberances, and felt her shudder slightly at his touch, and he wondered if it was because they were dry, so he leaned forward and drew his tongue over the surface and heard an encouraging moan from her. He began to lick all over her lips, his tongue delving into the crack between, then up to her clitoris. Again he had a surprise, as he felt the little bump rapidly swelling under his touch until it was protruding so much that he could take it well into his mouth and lick and suck on the sensitive flesh. He nibbled gently with his teeth and heard her murmuring encouragement. Now he was stroking the fleshy lips, lubricated by the moisture from his tongue, and he carefully parted them and then found that he could easily slide his finger inside her vagina, now slippery from her own juice. He was careful to use only one finger, which slid easily into the passage no longer blocked by her hymen. He probed the upper surface till he found the rougher surface of her G spot.
Her arousal was now very clear, and he was giving her body maximum attention, one hand still tweaking her nipple and, as the stimulus of her breast, her clitoris and her vagina continued she became more and more vocal and her body was writhing under his ministrations. At last her back arched as her vagina clamped on his finger, and she cried out aloud as his pressure on her continued, and he felt a rush of liquid over his hand. Finally she could take no more.
"No, stop, please - it's too much."
He stopped his movements, and left his hands resting on her as he withdrew from inside her very wet vagina. She was sweating, and tears were running down her cheeks.
"Oh God, that was bloody marvellous. I've had little orgasms when I've played with myself, but not like that. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."
"Happy to oblige, we'll have to try and achieve nirvana next time I put my cock inside you, but not tonight. Hopefully you won't be sore next time."
"So you want me to come again?"
"In more ways than one. Now, I need to get some sleep. Are you going to go, or do you want to cuddle up for a bit?"
"I think I'd better go, but I'll be too excited to sleep. How can I say thank you enough?"
"Don't bother - I enjoyed it as much as you did, and I can't wait till next time. Now, get some clothes on, you fast hussy, and get back where you belong. I'll see you in the bar after lunch."
Alan did not enjoy his work the next morning. It was one of those watches where everything that could go wrong did just that. They were in the throes of overhauling the spare generator and this required the engine to be turned. This was done by a geared electric motor, but, by a stupid economy, there was only one turning motor and this had to be moved from one generator to another as needed. It weighed about 250 pounds and needed two men to do it, and when the greaser who was helping him slipped and let go, Alan hit the deck plates arse first, causing him considerable pain. As a result he wasn't feeling really up to an energetic sex session, as he explained to Joyce.
"I think I just need to rest for a few hours, though I'd much sooner be playing games with you."
"Please may I come and just be with you while you sleep. I can read my book, I'd just want to be near you."
Alan agreed and they went to his cabin. He stripped down to his underpants and lay on the bed while she curled up on the settee with her book. He was soon asleep and she watched the rise and fall of his chest, noting that he didn't snore. He had asked her to wake him in good time before his dinner, and this she duly did. She bent over the bunk and he stirred at the touch of her lips on his.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked.
"Much better thank you."
"Does this help?" she enquired, as her hand rested softly on the bulge in his pants where his penis lay quietly.
"I'm not sure, but it could be just what I need."
She hooked her thumbs into his waistband and eased his pants down and off, aided by him lifting his bottom off the bed, then stood and admired his penis laying quietly over his balls. She rested her fingers on its soft flesh, then stroked the silky skin. As her fingers enclosed his girth she felt him swell just a little, then a little more as she drew the skin back and began to expose the dark pink shiny glans.
"Is that OK?" she asked.
"You're doing fine, don't stop."
By now she had completely uncovered his glans as he swelled to a full erection. A tiny bead of liquid appeared at his urethra, and she timidly lifted it off with her finger and touched it to her tongue. She found the taste not unpleasant, and leaned forward to touch the swollen pink flesh with her tongue and, as he did nothing to dissuade her, began to lick around the head, then along the length of his smooth skin. She was guessing what he would like, so she was very cautious as her lips enclosed him, and was careful to avoid touching him with her teeth as she slowly took more and more of his length into her mouth, till he was pushing at the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and withdrew a little, now caressing his head with her tongue, then slowly moved in and out.
Alan was amazed that she had taken this initiative, and watched with fascination her widespread lips as she moved. Her hand was caressing his scrotum while she moved and a finger found the sensitive skin between his balls and his anus. He was now very awake and fully aroused, and he felt he should stop her going any further, as he thought a mouthful of seminal fluid might be a bit much for her to experience. He lifted her head gently away from his cock, and invited her to climb up on the bunk with him. She straightened up and pulled her dress up and over her head. Below the dress, she was wearing only her knickers, and now she climbed up alongside him.
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"What, no bra?"
"I suddenly don't care who knows I've got no tits. As long as you are happy, I've decided any man who doesn't like me as I am, I don't want to know anyway. And now I'll take these off." Which she did.
"Well, if you want sex, you'll have to help yourself, I'm too tired."
"Oh, how do I do that?"
"You just kneel on top of me and wriggle around until my cock finds its way into your pussy. You may need to guide it, I'm sure you'll work it out. After that just do what feels right. But before you ravage me, it would be a good idea if we got some protection in place, if you don't want to be producing any little Alans, or the female equivalent. Here, you need to put this on my willy."
He had reached into the drawer below his bunk and taken out a condom, which he passed to her.
"Willy - that's a soppy name for this magnificent sample of manhood - not that I've seen any others to compare it with, but it looks pretty impressive to me. So what do I do with this?"
"Take it out of the packet to start with" which she did "and now hold it so the floppy bit is on top. Now pull my foreskin right back."
Again she complied, once again uncovering his glans.
"Now put it on Willy's head and unroll it over the full length. Then I'll be ready and safe for you to play games."
She carefully followed his instructions, and rolled the lubricated protective over the full length of his penis. By the time her hands had finished sliding over the slippery latex the stimulation had brought him to his impressive maximum.
With some trepidation she knelt over him and manoeuvred herself till she could see and feel that the tip of his cock was parting the lips of her vagina, then she slowly lowered her torso and again felt the joy of her slippery channel being spread to accept his rampant flesh. She withdrew a little, then sank down slowly till at last she was resting on him and he was deep inside her. She stayed still for a few moments, unsure what to do next, then did the obvious and began to rise and enjoy the feel of their flesh sliding against each other, and soon discovered the technique of movement both up and down and, by rotating her hips, getting the maximum of pleasure. Then he put his hands on her thighs and held her still.
"Do you ever masturbate?" he asked.
"That's a bit personal, but I suppose this is all a bit personal anyway. Yes, I do, sometimes. I rub my clit, but it's not wonderful, though it gives me a bit of relief if I'm feeling frustrated."
"Well, do it now so I can watch you."
"You mean while I'm on top of you like this?"
"Just like that."
She was confused and couldn't understand why he should want this, but she did as he had asked. She slid her finger down over her clitoris and began to rub it. To her surprise, it seemed much more sensitive than normal, and when he took hold of her nipples and began to pull and tweak them, suddenly she felt her whole body begin to react. Her finger moved ever faster, and when he put one hand round her back and began to caress her anus she erupted into a violent spasm as her whole body seemed to be on fire with the desire for a release from the tension, which suddenly came as she collapsed forward down onto him. He had felt the spasms through the wall of her vagina, and now his arms were round her, holding her gently as she quietened. After a while he began to push up against her and she lifted herself a little to give him room to move, then she began to join him and very soon their combined moves brought him near to climax. He held her close and she felt his cock jerking inside her as he filled the condom with his fluid, then they lay quietly as his erection faded and he slid out of her.
"That was nice." she said. "I never thought I could do that to myself, but I don't think it will be the same without a big cock inside my pussy."
"It felt pretty good down here as well. Now it's time for me to get up and go to work again."
"Do you want me to come tonight, or will you be too tired?"
Alan pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard.
"Now get out of my bunk and get dressed before I attack you again. I'll be able to find enough energy to give you a good going over tonight."
"Oh goody!"
They dressed and she left him. She came back that night and every other night for the rest of the voyage - not to mention several afternoons as well. Happily Alan had enough stamina to manage to work hard and revel in teaching her a lot of the sexual variations that he had learnt from his various partners, and he said goodbye with considerable regret.
But, of course, the next trip he was quickly on the prowl. Sailors are supposed to have a girl in every port, Alan preferred to have a girl on every trip.