While wandering around the dock Luke was offered a lift to the mainland so long as he worked, he accepted largely because he had an eye for the ship's captain, a beautiful five-foot-five brunette woman in her mid-thirties named Lauren.

Lauren was tough, the kind of woman who wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. She ran a tight ship, Luke learned the hard way that any slacking off was swiftly ended by an authoritative shout, and if that didn't do the trick, a firm smack to the back of the head would straighten you out.

Being the captain of a ship is hard work, the Job requires you to be on high alert at all times and even the slightest fuck up could lead to losing money or -what Lauren feared most- losing crew members.

Being in this dead serious headspace for so long had led to Lauren feeling as if she had lost touch with her more feminine side, so when Luke started showing interest in her, for the first time in a long time Lauren felt like a woman. A woman with needs.

As days turned to weeks and weeks quickly turned to a month Lauren had to admit that she had taken interest in the smooth-talking young man. His sexual advances had been anything but subtle, and Lauren would be a liar if she said she didn't appreciate the attention.

After a month at sea Luke had finally gotten the captain out of her shell. It had started with a passing glance here and there but he could feel it, tonight was different. Earlier today Lauren ordered Luke to join her in the captain's quarters for "a cup of tea." He didn't need to be told twice.

Now it is dusk, the sun is half-hidden behind the horizon and the sky has turned into a beautiful gradient, deep cherry red at its lowest and an ethereal gem-like blue at its highest.

A crisp sea breeze washed over Luke's body, blowing his clothes into a lived flutter as walked across the ship's deck and into its lower level. The wooden deck softly creaked with every step.

Behind the last door at the end of the narrow hall was the captain's quarters otherwise known as Lauren's room.

Lauren sat in her room, dressed in the nicest dress she could produce in such short order, a semi-tight-fitting open-backed white sundress that flows down to her mid-thigh. The dress has light blue stripes running down parallel from her neck, subtly forming to her body, accentuating her modest breasts, thin waist, and of course the star of the show, her wide hips and sizable ass.

Hearing the low creaking of the deck grow louder as Luke approaches the door, Lauren quickly looks at her reflection in her small handheld mirror, straightening up her hair and slightly adjusting her dress's collar to show some more cleavage.

Just as she was done fixing up she heard a knock at the door.

[he really came!] Lauren thought, panicking. She was half shocked he even came. In her mind, it was always possible that Luke's interest in her was just a result of her wishful thinking, proof that she was just a cougar who had the hots for a young man who could show her a fun time but now there was no question. Luke was at the door.

A mix of anxiety and excitement made Lauren's heart pound as she got up from her seat. This is the rush she was in desperate need of.

She quickly steeled nerves, taking a breath and trying to not look too excited before finally opening the door.