50 Waves of Passion - the Complete Series: Box Set (11 page)

“That sounds great. I guess they will bring my luggage?”

“They already have and it is all put away for you, did you want to change your clothes?”

"No, I mean not if…you think this outfit is okay?”

Caron ran a finger along her arm, making electric shocks travel through her entire body. “It’s amazing. Do you want to see what I am wearing under this dress?”

The question came out of left field, startling her into saying yes before she could wonder what it was she was about to see.

Caron stepped back and lifted the hem of her dress very slowly. It inched over her creamy thighs and then it was high enough for Janine to see it.

A black leather harness with a cock in it.

The juxtaposition of the cock against the womanly curves, the fabric of the dress, the bright purple of it against such pale skin, made her head swim.

Caron said. “I guess it is a good thing I wore such a puffy skirt, huh?” She let the skirt of her dress fall again, hiding the cock but the image remained, imprinted on Janine’s mind. She wanted to say to hell with dinner and just tumble onto the nearest surface that would hold her while Caron used that large and thick cock on her.

She could barely breathe. Her nipples were so taut that the thin fabric of her bra abraded them gently as they left the cabin and headed for the dining room. To her shock, she ate well, and she enjoyed Caron’s company immensely. She was bright, witty and filled with a bawdy humor that had her laughing and blushing.

What had her blushing even harder were the occasional brush of Caron’s thigh against hers and the soft touch of her hand on Janine's hand. The memory of that cock kept filling her mind. It was all she could so mot to reach out and give it a good squeeze. Her mind was filled with scenarios and her body was tingling all over long before Caron suggested they go on deck to watch the fireworks. She wanted to say she had her own firework show going on but instead she just nodded.

***

The fireworks had been lovely and they were headed back to the cabin when Caron reached out and took her hand. Janine swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the front of Caron’s dress. The fabric clung slightly when she walked, giving a faint hint about what lingered below.

She managed to get them into her cabin and when she did, she turned to ask Caron something but the words were lost when Caron closed the door with one hand and reached for with the other.

Their mouths met and their tongues did too. Caron’s lips were sweet, soft and plump. Her fingers moved along the clever little zipper hidden within the back of Janine’s dress and then it fell to the floor.

Caron stepped back, her dress swirling. One moment she wore it and the next it was gone, its bright stripe lying atop of the print of Janine’s dress.

They staggered to the bedroom, their mouths fused and their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Janine gasped and wriggled as she was pressed into the mattress, her long brown hair spreading across the pillows.

Caron’s mouth moved lower, her teeth and tongue teased at Janine’s nipples and Janine whimpered and gasped, her fingers clenching into a fist as she lifted her hips so that she could feel the hard press of that cock against her vulva.

Caron’s nimble fingers stripped her of her panties and bra, left her naked and wanting. Janine’s eyes fluttered closed as Caron’s tongue moved lower, her teeth grazing the tender flesh right below her navel.

She cried out as Caron’s tongue slid between her labia and found her clit. Caron massaged it with her tongue, moved in circles around that rigid flesh. Her fingers delved into her wet depths and the heavy oils dripped out of her body, ran down her ass crack and she whimpered loudly as her fingers tangled into Caron’s hair, holding her closer as her hips arched again.

The need to come swelled higher and higher. Her walls clenched and opened on Caron’s slim fingers and Caron’s tongue moved faster, driving her to the brink of a climax. It came, causing her whole body to go rigid and clench. Her walls opened and closed and more thick white fluids dripped form her.

Caron came up and she crawled to the top of the bed. She smiled as she said, “I want a blowjob.”

Janine smiled and turned her head and body so that Caron’s thick cock could slide easily down her throat. The latex was smooth and tasteless. Her throat opened further and her hands clenched at Caron’s hips. Her head bobbed up and down and spittle gathered in the corners of her mouth.

Caron whimpered and bucked her hips into her face. The scent of her arousal drifted to Janine, a fresh and slightly salty smell that made her shiver all over. She wanted to taste that juicy pocket of flesh in between Caron’s thighs so badly she as shaking all over.

Caron slid down her body, her cock pressed against Janine’s wet and swollen opening and then she was inside her. Their mouths fused again and Janine groaned as a second, smaller orgasm began and washed over her.

Caron slipped out of her and Janine hooked a leg around her waist. She flipped Caron onto the mattress and crawled on top of her. Her trembling fingers found the buckles to the harness and it dropped away with a musical jingle.

She found the slippery, delicate folds of Caron’s labia. They spread out like butterfly wings as her tongue touched the soft folds and she let her tongue find the seam of Caron’s pussy and slide along it to her hood and then her clit.

Their cries mingled as Janine began to lavish long slow licks along her clit and slipped first one finger then two into her walls, feeling them open and close. It was an intense sensation, almost as heady as being made to love herself.

Caron cried out again and her orgasm struck, leaving creamy drips of fluid leaking form her body. Janine drank them eagerly, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

They finally parted and Caron helped her to climb back up until she was lying alongside her. Her fingers tousled Janine’s curls as she asked, “Have you told your family?”

“Yes. They disowned me.”

Caron shook her head, “It happens. Do not worry about it. Either they will come around or they won’t but either way it has to be your life that you live, not theirs.”

“I know. I also know that they won’t ever forgive me but I am having trouble caring right now.”

Caron asked, “Would you like to take a dip in the hot tub?”

‘That sounds amazing.” It did. They scampered into suits, Caron’s clothes hung right beside hers in the closet and the sight of them made Janine smile. One day she would have a lover who stayed, one who did live with her and who was hers forever.

Right now, she had this crazy, romantic and sexy moment and she intended to enjoy it.

***

The next day they were lying out by the pool, their bodies glistening with oil and frosted drinks in their hands. Soon they would have to get off the boat for the mandatory port and Janine was almost dreading it. She wanted to lie there in the sun, just drowsing forever but she knew that there was a reason for the rule; she just did not know what it was.

Her eyes went to Caron and a grin crossed her lips. On the other hand, maybe she had a good idea. They had had sex twice more last night and she could feel the not unpleasant soreness between her thighs. The people who ran the Nyx probably made the rule to make sure their passengers did not exhaust their crew to the point of no return.

Caron had woken her with a giant breakfast of fresh fruit and roses. She had opened her eyes to see her lovely, smiling face and happiness filled her. This was the most special moment she had ever had and she did not want to waste a moment of it in the port.

She had asked carom if she were going ashore but she had said no. Looking at her no, her breasts bare and her hair slicked back from her high forehead, a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose she felt the start of something else in her belly.

Not just desire either. Infatuation.

She heard the horn and she sighed. “I think that is my cue. I am going to grab a quick shower before I go.”

“I will see you when you return,” Caron wore a peach colored lip-gloss and her teeth showed white, even and slightly too large between her lips. “I will be waiting with bells on.”

Janine laughed and headed for the cabin. The cool shower helped to restore her balance and she put on a little more sun block before heading out, escorted by a deeply tanned man with nice little lines around his faded green eyes. He introduced himself as Perry and said he was her driver for the day. He also assured her that she would love the city and to her shock, he was right.

The sun-drenched shores were covered in fine white sand, the palm trees waved in the light breeze and the locals were colorful people with exotic accents. She found herself wandering down a small side street, her guide by her side, when she spotted a colorful silk blouse and skirt that she could not resist. She bought two, one for her and one for Caron. The day passed far more quickly than she had thought it might and it also gave her time to clear her head.

She suspected that the reason that the Nyx docked and insisted that its passengers go off the ship was to instill a sense of reality in them, if only for a moment.

It would be far too easy to simply slide away into the fantasy that the Nyx provided. It would be even easier to get a huge shock upon returning home if there was not some kind of break in between the nights.

They returned to the ship and she made her way to her room. She opened the door and there Caron stood, her nipples bare and a little thong covered in bells covering her crotch. “I told you,” she said smugly.

Janine dropped her bags and went into her arms. Their mouths met and she tasted peppermints and lip-gloss. Caron’s nipples rubbed enticingly across her chest and she bent her head to one soft pink peak, taking it into her mouth and feeling it tighten into a rough pebble hard texture as her tongue stroked across them.

The bells jingled merrily as Janine found the ties to the thongs and loosed them so that they slid to the floor. Her foot hit them and she giggled. “I love your idea of bells on.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Caron said as they headed for the bedroom.

***

Janine gathered her things slowly. Caron had vanished an hour before, giving her one last lingering kiss before she went. There was a slight ache in Janine’s chest but she knew it would go away.

Part of the reason she had chosen the Nyx was because she did not want to fall in love with the first woman she had sex with. She knew that it was possible to confuse sex and love, or to mistake infatuation for love and she had wanted some experience so she could be a better judge out there in the world.

She handed her bag to the man who had appeared to take it.

She was met by Natasha and they walked slightly ahead of the man carrying her bag. “I hope you were satisfied with your experience with us Janine.”

“I was, more than I can ever say. I love this ship and the way you have made sure to…to bring people to their pleasure. It’s amazing.”

“Thank you. We do try.”

‘How did you end up here?”

Natasha laughed. “I hear that a whole lot. I was a client of the Nyx and I got lucky and found my heart’s desire, and he found me. Then we decided to share the same pleasure with others in a new way and here we are.

“And here you are. This is the gangway.” She waved a slim hand at the richly carpeted hallway looming ahead. “This is where I leave you. Thank you for trusting us with this special time in your life Janine. I hope to see you again one day, maybe, out there in the city.”

“I would like that.” Janine paused and then asked. “Caron, does she ever leave the ship?”

“She does, when she chooses. She has not chosen to do so if that is what you are asking.”

“No, I was just wondering if she did because she never seemed to want to.”

Natasha smiled. “Some people prefer it more than any other place.”

Janine shifted the bag that the man handed her from hand to hand. “Again, thank you.”

“Goodbye.” Natasha gave her a quick hug and Janine turned and began to walk down the gangway.

The cruise was over, but she knew her adventures had just begun. There was a woman she had a huge crush on and had had a huge crush on for a long time. She did not look like Caron. She was different. She had short hair and a swaggering walk that made her heart flutter every time she saw it and her go by.

Maybe she would ask her out. Maybe she would go to a novelty store and buy one of those harnesses that Caron had and a cock to go in it. Maybe she would wear it under a full skirt on a date.

There were so many possibilities that she had never considered and now that she was considering them her mind could barely grasp how many there were, really.

It was amazing and wonderful.

She got to her car and turned around.

The Nyx sat against the backdrop of a bright blue sky and puffy clouds, Turquoise waters lapping at her hull. A figure stood at the railing and, as she watched, that figure raised one arm and waved her hand in a long slow goodbye.

Caron.

Janie waved back, her lips parted in a huge smile. There was the woman who was the first woman she had ever slept with and the odds of her ever seeing her again were almost nil. However, that was okay.