In Deep Waters: Cruising The Seas Part 7

"Should I... do something?" What I wanted to do was fasten my lips around her c.l.i.t and suck her until she came. She looked so hard I didn't think it would take more than a minute.

"Just pat me dry," she whispered. "Not too hard, you'll make me come."

"Jesus," I groaned, my vision going dim. My hands trembled as I took care of her, but I did as she asked and then stood up on shaky legs. "We better get you dressed."

Somehow, professional that she was, she knew exactly how much time she had and was back on the runway precisely on cue. This bathing suit had a circle of black material that looped around her neck and extended down her chest in two thin strands that covered an inch of the center of each breast before crossing in the middle of her abdomen and attaching to the thong bikini bottom at each hip. Her back was completely bare except for the bikini string circling her hips. I imagined the strand of the thong rubbing over her exposed c.l.i.t with each step, her wet p.u.s.s.y swelling more and more with each pa.s.sing second. There in the dark, with the scent of her arousal swirling through my mind and the image of her excitement burned on the surface of my brain, I squeezed a hand between my legs to ease the ache in my c.l.i.t. It felt so good I closed my eyes and rubbed harder, a few strokes from coming-until fingers gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away.

"You can do that on your own time," CC said, a hint of throaty laughter in her voice. "You've still got a job to do."

"Right," I croaked. "Coming. I mean-"

"Oh, I know what you mean," CC called over her shoulder as she disappeared into her dressing room with me right behind her.

She stripped off her suit, flung it in my direction and braced her hips against her vanity table, her hands gripping the edges. "You've got three minutes to make me come."

I barely caught the bathing suit and had the presence of mind to drape it over the back of the chair before I dropped to my knees between her legs. Three minutes. Jesus. And then it hit me. I was going to make three minutes of my mouth on her c.u.n.t feel like eternity. I looked up and saw her staring down at me, her lips slightly parted, her eyes desperate.

"G.o.d," she gasped, "I'm so hot. Suck me, please."

Instead, I gently spread her open with my thumbs and kissed her, a series of kisses starting at her c.l.i.t and skimming over her p.u.s.s.y. She was wet, sweet and thick, and I wanted to drink her dry. Her hands were in my hair already, trying to get my mouth where she needed it. I gave her my tongue instead, long slow sweeps, licking up her come as she creamed for me.

"Ohh," she breathed out. "Oh, that's so nice. I'm going to come with you doing that."

"Yeah," I whispered, leaning back just enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her hands on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her fingers plucking at her nipples. A tiny frown of concentration creased her perfect forehead. I ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t with one fingertip.

"Don't stop licking me," she whimpered. "I need your mouth to come."

Two minutes. Somehow I knew, two minutes. I went back to licking, tracing the delicate furls and troughs with the tip of my tongue, tugging and sucking her lips until her hips writhed and jumped. She was open for me now, and I slid my hands around her backside and supported her thighs against the front of my shoulders while I circled her c.l.i.t with my lips and sucked her for the first time.

"That's it, that's it," she muttered. "Nice nice nice."

Her c.l.i.t bulged between my lips, hard and tense, and I knew she was a stroke or two away. I slowed just enough to keep her this side of bursting, counting the seconds in my mind. She twisted her fingers in my hair.

"Almost. Almost. Uh, uh, uh huh..."

Her breathing got frantic, her words lost in a jumble of incoherent pleas, her c.u.n.t pulsing against my face. With my time almost up, I tightened my lips and sucked her in, hard and deep. Her c.l.i.t pounded between my lips and she came, drenching my face and neck. When her legs buckled, I held her up, cradling her c.u.n.t against my mouth while she moaned and s.h.i.+vered, until she was completely spent.

"One more minute," I whispered and got to my feet, swiping my mouth against the sleeve of my T-s.h.i.+rt. Her eyes were open but dazed. I handed her a towel, grabbed another and carefully dried her. By the time I was done, she'd regrouped. I pulled the next outfit from the rack as she checked her makeup.

"That was incredible," she said, touching my mouth with trembling fingers. "Incredible."

"Yeah." I held out the next suit. "And we've got three more runs to go."

CC smiled. "If we're quick, we might find a few extra minutes between changes to try that on you."

"Maybe we should wait until we're off the clock," I said, opening the door for her. "I just got this job and there's another show coming up tomorrow."

"Oh, don't worry." CC kissed me as she pa.s.sed. "I intend to request your services for the rest of the cruise. Good dressers are very hard to find."

Group Rate Special Radclyffe When Angela heard the water shut off in the shower, she dropped her Business Weekly magazine onto the bedside table and padded nude across the cabin to knock on the door. "West? Honey? Let me dry your back."

The door immediately opened and a warm cloud of steam billowed out. A nicely tanned and muscled arm reached through the steam, grasped Angela's shoulder and tugged her inside.

West kissed her hard, as if she hadn't seen her for months. "You'll let all the heat out."

"We're in the Mediterranean, honey. It's warm," Angela said, indicating her own naked state. She hadn't bothered to get dressed yet because her plans consisted of spending the entire day on the deck in her bikini. After she completed one very important item on her agenda.

"It might be hot outside, but it isn't in here. I hate air-conditioning," West grumbled.

"I know. Turn around so I can take care of you before you freeze."

"Whatever you say."

"Since when?" Angela laughed and grabbed a towel off the rack before closing the bathroom door.

"I always do what you say," West protested.

"Sure you do. As long as it's what you were planning to do anyhow."

West peered over her shoulder. "Are you trying to tell me I'm failing obedience training?"

"I'm not sure you can fail if you don't volunteer for the cla.s.s first."

"All right. I'm yours to command for the entire day." West gave Angela a long look. "I promise to do as I'm told."

"Oh, you're going to be so sorry."

"I hope so," West said, grinning. As Angela started working on her back, she leaned over, both hands on the vanity, and sighed. "I didn't realize how much I needed this vacation until we got out here on the ocean."

"Are you sure you're not mad about Jill sharing our cabin?" Angela blotted the droplets from West's back, pressing her mons to West's hard b.u.t.t, partly out of necessity in the cramped s.p.a.ce, but mostly because she loved West's a.s.s, and running her hands over West's body was making her h.o.r.n.y. Well, hornier. "I know you only met her that once at the office party."

West found Angela's eyes in the mirror. "I knew we'd be spending a lot of time with your friends from work. It is a group holiday thing, after all."

"That's not the same as having a near stranger sleeping in the same cabin." Abandoning the towel, Angela wrapped her arms around West's waist and rubbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s over West's shoulder blades while she licked her neck. Just that little bit of rubbing made her nipples hard. She circled her palm over West's belly and combed her fingers through the sleek dark hair that shadowed the triangle between her legs. "And besides, I'm used to having you whenever I want."

"Did you wake up wet, baby?" West teased, twisting around to face Angela. She palmed her a.s.s, squeezing the round, firm globes and rotating her crotch into Angela's.

"You know I did, because you teased my c.l.i.t until I was dripping." Angela tugged on West's lower lip with her teeth. "And then you didn't let me come."

"Jill woke up." West nibbled on Angela's neck. "I couldn't do much more than play with you, not with the head of accounting in bed three feet away from us."

Angela sighed. "I didn't realize it was going to be such a problem, but if I hadn't volunteered for her to stay with us, she wouldn't have been able to come. Sheila getting sick at the last minute and bailing on her really screwed things up."

"It's not that much of an issue. We don't spend a lot of time in the cabin." West worked a hand between their bodies to clasp Angela's breast. "She seems nice enough."

"I think she thinks you're nice," Angela said playfully, spreading her legs so West would press her c.l.i.t more directly as they worked their p.u.s.s.ies together. She felt herself growing harder. "She watches you when she thinks I'm not looking."

West continued her explorations along Angela's neck to her ear. She sucked the fleshy lobe between her teeth and rolled it back and forth, imagining Angela's c.l.i.t in her mouth. "I never noticed."

"Mmm, I saw her looking this morning when you got out of bed-without any clothes on." Angela pushed hard into West's crotch. "But since I like you sleeping naked, I guess I'm going to have to put up with Jill ogling you. She must have thought I was asleep, because she actually licked her lips like she was ready to go down on you right then and there."

"You aren't jealous, are you?"

"Unh-uh," Angela sighed, tilting her head back so that West could reach more of the sensitive areas beneath her ear. Every time West licked one of those spots she felt it in her nipples and her c.l.i.t-a sharp burning that flared for an instant and then sated into a steady pulse of heat. "I like it when other girls look at you and get hot."

"When they just look?"

"You're never going to forget I told you I got off watching you make it with Christie at the beach house before we got together, are you?"

"It's one of my favorite fantasies," West said. "You watching."

"Oh yeah?" Angela raked her nails up West's back. "Well, Jill being hot for you makes me wet."

"I'm not so sure all that l.u.s.t is for me." West skated her teeth down Angela's neck and sucked the soft warm skin just above her collarbone. At the same time she rubbed her c.u.n.t in short, hard circles against Angela's, knowing the constant pressure would make Angela's c.l.i.t swell, but it wouldn't be enough to make her come. "I think some of it was left over from the erotica film we went to see last night."

Angela laughed. "G.o.d, if I had known that everybody was going to be f.u.c.king instead of watching the d.a.m.n movie, I wouldn't have suggested the three of us go together. At least I had you to get me off, even if we did have to do it standing up in that tiny bathroom stall. Poor Jill must have been suffering."

"Not for long. I heard her masturbating last night right after we all went to bed."

Angela gave a little jerk as her c.u.n.t flooded. "Really? How could you tell?"

"I was almost asleep, and then I heard her moving under the covers like she couldn't get comfortable. I didn't think anything of it at first, and then I heard her whimper. Just a little tiny sound like something hurt her."

"Could you see?" Angela asked breathlessly, rubbing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s over West's. "Pinch my nipples, honey."

West immediately caught both hard nubs between her fingertips and rolled them. "It's really dark with the curtains closed over the porthole. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear this really steady swis.h.i.+ng noise. It must have been her hand moving underneath the sheets, and she was breathing really fast. Little gasps and I could tell she was trying to be quiet."

"Oh G.o.d." Angela swept her fingers between West's legs and tugged on the swollen edges of her c.u.n.t. "Did you get wet like this listening to her make herself come?"

"Wouldn't you? I couldn't help it."

"What did you do about it?"

"I wanted to wake you up so you could do me," West lowered her head to suck Angela's nipple, "but I was afraid she would hear me if I moved and she might stop."

"Did you play with your c.l.i.t?"

"Mmm," West replied, never letting up on Angela's nipple.

Angela cupped her palm over West's c.u.n.t and squeezed until West gasped. "Did you come listening to her get off while I was asleep?"

West raised her head, her expression totally innocent. "I would never come like that without you there to enjoy it."

"Good." Angela jiggled her hand until West was forced to close her eyes from the pleasure. "Let's go make out on the bed."

"Jill might come back," West pointed out.

"She might." Angela gave West's c.l.i.t one quick stroke. "Will that be a problem?"

West grinned. "Nope."

"Good." Angela dragged West by the hand out of the bathroom and then tumbled onto one of the two slightly-larger-than-twin beds. Jill's bed was against the opposite wall, with two sets of built-in dressers just below the porthole between them. When West started to get under the covers, Angela stopped her. She propped pillows against the wall, pushed the sheets down and sat crosswise on the bed, her legs partly off the side. "Sit next to me like this."

When West joined her, Angela threw one leg over West's, pulled the sheet up to their thighs and leaned into West. "Now put that beautiful mouth to work before I scream."

"She's going to get quite a view if she walks in," West said, indicating the cabin door on the facing wall, just past the foot of Jill's bed. "I'm naked."

Angela looked down at her own full b.r.e.a.s.t.s and skimmed her fingers over both erect pink nipples. "Me, too."

"You're the one who has to work with her when we get home, not me," West whispered, moving in on Angela's neck.

"I wasn't the one jerking off to a fantasy of someone else's girlfriend," Angela whispered, holding both b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her hands and squeezing her nipples while West sucked on all the tender points in her neck. "She was."

"You don't know she was thinking of me," West said.

"Let's just say a woman knows."

"Uh huh." West flicked her tongue over Angela's lower lip.

"You have such a great mouth."

"I love kissing you."

"Good, because I-"

"Oh my G.o.d!" Jill stopped abruptly just inside the room, the cabin door closing behind her. "I am so so sorry."

"It's okay," Angela said as Jill swung around and fumbled with the door handle. "Don't go."

With her back still to them, Jill whispered, "I was just going to change into my bathing suit and go up to the sun deck."

"Go ahead and change then, but wait for us. We can all go together." Angela laughed softly, pulling West's head down to her breast. "We won't be long."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Jill sidled through the narrow s.p.a.ce between the beds to get to her dresser. She glanced down at Angela's and West's legs entwined on the bed and looked sharply away.

"No, it's fine," Angela said. "Right, West?"

"Sure." West smiled up at Jill, who blushed. "As long as you don't mind waiting."

"Oh, no. That's good ... I mean. That's fine." Jill grabbed a two piece yellow bikini and rushed toward the bathroom.

"Oh, West just took a shower so you should probably leave the bathroom door open when you change. It'll be a sauna in there otherwise," Angela called. She tugged West's face up to hers and threaded her fingers through the thick dark hair at the base of West's neck. "Now kiss me like you f.u.c.k."

West played inside Angela's mouth like it was her c.u.n.t, circling the inner surface of her lips, probing with her tongue, plunging deep inside and slowly drawing out, tongue racking her until Angela felt every stroke deep inside her p.u.s.s.y. When her chest and her c.u.n.t were so tight she couldn't catch her breath, Angela pulled her head back, gasping, and caught a flash of yellow out of the corner of her eye.

"Jill's watching us," Angela panted. West nodded, nibbling Angela's neck. Angela pressed a manicured fingertip to the hood of West's c.l.i.t and rubbed it. "She looks like she's so excited she's about ready to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e any second."

"I know just how she feels," West said against Angela's throat, her voice husky. "Making out with you always gets me so turned on." She lifted her hips so that Angela's finger bore down harder against her c.l.i.t. "And that's really getting me going."