Chapter 17 - A Swing and A Miss
The next day dawned bright and cool so we decided on our
leather dresses. I laced Kelly so tightly into her soft ivory garment
that her ample breasts threatened to spill over the top of the bustier
at any quick motion. She had carefully crammed her tits into the
bodice of the dress so that the aureolae around her nipples didn't
show, but the erect nubs of her nipples themselves were unmistakable.
Then I helped her with the laces on her thigh-high boots. When it was
my turn, she squeezed me first into a corset then added the dress,
lacing it as well. The supple material of the dress was pulled
tightly enough to show the garters holding my stockings when I walked
and also made it clear that I was not wearing panties since the band
of my thong was pulled up under the corset. Kelly didn't have to
worry about garters or panty lines since by our agreement she didn't
wear underwear with that dress. By the time we got all the strings
pulled tight we were laughing and giggling and reminding each other
about how wonderful zippers were, especially when the time came to
undress. I hadn't gotten any thigh-high boots of my own but I did
have a pair of black sandals with eye-catching ankle straps and heels
that were slender and elegant and very, very tall. Grabbing the
jackets that went with the dresses, we sauntered on deck. It was late
enough in the season that most of the other passengers were also
wearing light jackets in the cool morning air, though many of the
younger or more fashion-conscious women were dressed in short skirts.
We did, however, set a new standard for shortness of our
micro-miniskirts and height of our heels. As we approached the
breakfast buffet, I was grabbed from behind by an unbreakable set of
arms that would have done justice to a Kodiak grizzly.
"Good morning, Rocky," I greeted without turning around. In
the first place it wasn't possible to move, and in the second I knew
who it must be. He buried his face in the silken cascade of my hair
and kissed the back of my neck, then turned me around.
"You look incredible this morning," he grinned. "I didn't
think you could top last night's gown, but I'd forgotten how terrific
you look in a short skirt. What a choice to have to make."
"Beggars can't be choosers," I teased. Since he was probably
the richest man on the ship, it was especially pointed to call him a
beggar. Kelly struggled to strangle her giggle and looked around for
her blond. I knew if he didn't show there would be another along
shortly.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked politely, the twinkle in my eye
adding a question about the bulge in his pants he had been showing
when he left the night before.
"No, you minx, and you know why," he chuckled with a better
nature than I would have shown in his place.
"Believe me," I whispered to him, "I am sorry. Truly, truly
sorry. I had the same problem myself."
He smiled ruefully at the fate that had brought us together at
just that time (so he thought) then squired us to the buffet. By this
time Kelly had attracted a couple of tall blond suitors, the factory
must have been working overtime. Of course, the tight leather dress
didn't impede her attraction effect. Since she was clearly not
lonely, Rocky and I got a table by ourselves. My tight corset kept
its usual limits on my eating and in a short while Rocky was escorting
me along the deck, providing a tour throughout the ship except for the
machinery spaces, and offering continual challenges for my high heels
and tight skirt. I could see his amusement at my predicament, but I
could also see his interest build whenever I had to stretch the
material an extra amount. We ended up on the bridge and he patiently
explained all the instruments and controls. He never had told me he
owned the ship, but the deference shown him by all of the crew and his
casual entry into places forbidden to regular passengers would have
made it clear he had some special authority even if Kelly hadn't told
me. The bridge wing was a good place to watch the humpbacks frolic
with massive grace while my hair streamed back in the breeze to caress
Rocky's neck. Rocky was pointing out the small Pacific Whiteside
dolphins which were cavorting near the bow when I saw Kelly on a deck
below. By now she had three blond studs in tow. It must have been
the boots.
"Kelly!" I called. "Did you see the whales?"
"Couldn't miss them!" she called back.
That was about the only time I saw her during the daylight. I
was able to go solo now whenever I needed to and she was enjoying the
unaccustomed attention of her hunk patrol. The day flew by. Somehow
Rocky and I missed lunch, which didn't matter since I couldn't eat
much anyway. Besides, there were always buffets of wonderful food set
out for anyone who couldn't wait for the next official meal. In a
surprisingly short time the sun was going down and Rocky stood by the
rail with me, watching the glowing orb sink into the sea with his arm
slipped around my waist.
"Do you always wear that armor plate?" he complained.
"I told you that you wouldn't believe what I had to do to
achieve this shape," I smiled.
"I may have to hold you somewhere softer," he warned. He slid
his hand down to cup my smooth ass.
"Promises, promises," I teased as I leaned into his massive
chest, wiggling slightly to signify my pleasure at his target.
He pulled me in front of him and reached his massive arms
around me. He started to caress my leg, running his hand up, then
under my skirt to the top of my stocking. His other hand moved from
my waist upward beginning to mount the swell of my artificial bust. I
gasped with real tension though not for the reason he expected, then
moved away.
"Oh, Rocky," I moaned, "I want you so bad, but I can't right
now. I'm so sensitive even a gentle touch feels like sandpaper. I'm
so sorry."
"No," he panted, "I forgot. It's my mistake. Will you
forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" I asked in surprise. "It's not your problem."
"Actually," he chuckled, "I guess you could call it my
problem, too. It's certainly giving me fits."
"You should feel it from my side," I giggled, relieved that
the situation had defused.
He escorted me to my cabin, still breathing heavily, and I
wondered if after he left he was going to take matters into his own
hands, so to speak. He left me waiting impatiently for Kelly who
arrived in plenty of time to change for dinner, where we again had
been invited to the Captain's table.
I already had on my corset and we decided to leave my hair
down that evening, so I just needed to freshen my makeup and put on a
dinner dress. Kelly needed to start with the corset and while I was
lacing her into it I casually commented, "You seem to have had a lot
of fun with your blond hunks today."
"Jealous?" she teased.
"I'm so confused right now I don't know whether to be jealous
for myself as Ran due to the attention you're getting, or as Brandy
since you're attracting them in teams and I only have one guy."
She laughed at my self-inflicted dilemma. "But what a guy.
That stud is one powerful man. It looks like he could just about pick
this ship up in one hand. He's rich, too. Lady, you need to catch
him while you can."
"What do you mean?"
"If Brandy is going to understand what it means to be a woman,
she needs to do more than kiss a guy."
"But I can't," I grumped in exasperation, "I haven't got the
right plumbing."
"So improvise," she chuckled. "Find out what he feels like,
and what he tastes like. You've got enough equipment for that."
I dropped my mouth in shock, "Are you serious?"
"Completely," she said smugly. "Are you woman enough to go
through with it?"
I wondered myself. "What about you and your hunk patrol. Do
you want to try and catch a couple of them?"
"Not really, but I hate to be a tease. I never really teased
you as much as I'm doing with these guys."
"So quit teasing," I suggested.
"Oh, but I'm having fun," she giggled.
"Then make it more than a tease," I offered.
Now it was her turn for surprise, "You're kidding."
"No I'm not," I said. "Tell you what, if Brandy can do it
with Rocky, you can do it with one of your hunks."
"Only one?" she teased.
"Or a dozen," I teased back, "however many you can handle."
"Whatever Brandy can do?" she asked.
I gulped, but nodded in confirmation and we continued getting
dressed. Our gowns for that evening were still a complementary pair,
this time in the dark wine red and pale pink originally selected for
our nightgowns. They were tightly fitted satin up to a high lace
collar, with puffy short sleeves but long skirts that hugged our legs
down to the knees where they exploded into a wide, tapered ruffle that
left our ankles visible in front but trailed to the floor in back.
Completing the outfit were over-the-elbow gloves in shimmering white
satin and thin-strapped sandals with our traditional towering heel.
After all the tugging and adjusting was done, I tried to walk across
the room in the narrow skirt.
"Goodness, this is impossible. I don't think I'm making a
foot of progress with each step. My knees might as well be glued
together," I complained.
"I know, isn't it glamorous?" Kelly giggled.
We left the room early, knowing our progress would be slow,
and tried to negotiate the staircases with grace and dignity. We were
quickly laughing with the impossibility of being graceful on stairs in
those tight dresses, and relaxed into doing whatever it took. On the
level decks, by rolling my hips forward in an even more exaggerated
swing than normal, I was able to get about a foot of progress with
each step, which seemed like a major achievement. When we finally
reached it, we found that my place at the Captain's table was the same
as before, but Kelly had been moved to the seat previously occupied by
the vanished Lady Elaine and allowed to invite a guest. One or
another of her blond hunks was waiting for us at the table, along with
Rocky. The men courteously stood as we approached and held our chairs
for us.
"You're looking terrific tonight as well," Rocky smiled.
"Tell me, how do you ladies walk in those outfits?"
"Very carefully," we replied in chorus, provoking laughter
from our whole table. The Captain arrived shortly and the meal began,
excellent as always. At least, the small portions that our corsets
allowed were excellent. Just as we were finishing an officer
approached the Captain and whispered in his ear. He made his excuses
and left quickly.
"Trouble?" I asked Rocky.
"I don't know," he admitted, though I could see concern in his
eyes. "Well, the Captain is capable of handling anything that might
have come up, or he can find me."
We adjourned to the weather deck once again to look at the sea
and the sky, but clouds hid the stars so we strolled along, listening
to the hiss of the sea below. As we passed into a darkened area of
the deck, before I knew what was happening, Rocky was kissing me
deeply, grabbing the globes of my ass and pulling me into him. I
deftly turned to keep his leg from coming up between my own and
discovering my hidden secret, but otherwise responded to his kiss with
matching intensity. Even as I abandoned a portion of my control to
the animal passion I was feeling, I could hear Kelly's admonition
echoing in my mind. Did I ever want to do more than kiss a man? Was
this the man I wanted to do it with? No other man had ever made me
feel so delicately feminine and I would never be closer to pure Brandy
with anyone else, so it was now or never.
I let one white-gloved hand drift toward the bulge in his
pants and whispered breathlessly in his ear, "My Hero, just because
I'm benched for a while doesn't mean you have to suffer. If you won't
think me too wanton, it would really please me to pleasure you. I
still can, you know."
His eyes glowed in the shadows with desire and his breath
rasped roughly with his need. He kissed me even more passionately
than before, then nodded abruptly. Taking my arm, be led me toward
the deckhouse, pulling too quickly for me to keep up in my too-tight
dress and too-high heels.
"Wait up, darling," I tugged back on his arm. "Remember, I'm
a little clumsy tonight."
"Never more graceful, my Brandy," he gallantly disagreed.
"You are a vision of loveliness and flow with more style than any
woman I have ever seen. Walking slowly is a small price to pay for
the beauty you carry with you wherever you go."
This got him one of my better smiles and a squeeze where I
clung to his powerful arm. Nonetheless, he slowed his pace to the
best I could do, which involved enough hip sway to keep me bumping
into him as we walked. He patiently waited as I negotiated the
staircases until we reached the final one leading to the deck with his
stateroom. At that point he laughed and effortlessly lifted me in his
arms and carried me up the staircase in an intensely sensuous repeat
of the famous scene from Gone With The Wind. Holding me as easily as
if I weighed no more than the watch on his wrist, he opened his cabin
door and carried me across the threshold into a suite that was much
larger than the cabin that Kelly and I shared. The first room was a
sitting room which he carried me across to reach the bedroom where he
set me gently down on the enormous bed, then tenderly kissed my soft
lips. I returned his kiss with passion and energy, anxious to proceed
before my nerve failed. I managed to pull off my satin gloves, then
felt like ripping the long, glamorous nails from my fingers as they
got in the way as I began to fumble with the knot in his tie. He
laughed at my predicament, though the fire in his eyes burned hotter
than ever, and gently took over the task. I let him have the tie and
knew the studs of his tuxedo shirt would be no easier so I decided I
might be able to contribute to the zipper on his pants and reached
down to make my attempt. His eyes widened as my fingers groped his
bulge, and he started to pant as his own fingers began to fumble
helplessly. In a second I expected him to tear his tie in two if
necessary, but he finally got it undone and threw it away. He pulled
off his jacket and started on his shirt buttons while I worked on his
pants, finally getting the zipper down and the other fastenings
released.
I reached up to push his suspenders off his shoulders, then
made him hold his arms down so I could work them through the
suspenders and free his pants. We were working frantically together
to remove his clothes, my fingers clumsy with the long nails, his
clumsy with need, and the humor of our adolescent groping hit us both
at once. I dissolved into giggles and he answered with a deep
chuckle.
"I'm not going anywhere tonight," I smiled. "We can take our
time and do this like grown-ups."
"I know," he replied, "but you don't know how bad I need you."
"Oh, I expect I probably do," I giggled, knowing better than
he would have believed possible.
He finished removing his shirt, slipped off his shoes and then
pants and socks. In just a few seconds, probably faster than our
haste would have allowed if we fumbled together, he stood before me in
his thin briefs. I stood up to face him and we kissed as I used one
hand to stroke him through his underwear, making his massive bulge
grow even further. His kiss showed restraint and the fight to keep
his need under control, allowing me to set the pace. His body really
was massive, heavily muscled but with minimal fat. The years of
hauling lines on his fishing fleet could be clearly seen in the ridges
of his abdomen. I let the long nails of my other hand trail over his
chest, twirling the curly hair which covered it. Pushing him
backwards, I had him sit in a chair, then kneeled before him and
pulled at his briefs. He lifted his hips off the chair so I could
slide them down. His heavy cock began to appear, then sprang to
attention as it cleared the band at the top of his underwear. It was
like him, I thought, rougher and thicker than mine. The veins stood
out in sharp relief. I could tell that the one I hid under the dress
would be longer when aroused, but not as wide. I wondered if I could
fit him into my mouth.
I knew my face was burning under the shadow of my hair. A
part of me could not believe I had gotten to that point. A part of me
wanted to turn and run. A part of wished for a cunt of my own, so
that I could take him deeply inside of me. In the end, a compromise
that was the one expected since my conversation with Kelly was my only
real choice. I took the base in my hand, thrilled by the elegant
nails that surrounded it, and blew softly on the tip. He gasped and
his eyes glinted with need, and lust, and appreciation. I licked my
glossy lips and leaned forward but my hair cascaded into the way. I
used my other hand to gather up the heavy mass of it and draped it
over one shoulder. Tilting my head to keep it there I licked my lips
and again moved forward. I knew I was stalling, but I had to work
myself up to it.
Kelly and Billie Jo had demonstrated highly effective
techniques which I remembered in great detail. I extended my tongue
and began to lick tentatively at the head, tasting the tiny drop
glistening at the tip. I began to paint his throbbing cock from head
to base, licking it in smooth, overlapping strokes that left it
glistening. I had just pulled my head back to move to the next phase,
then brought my dark red lips forward to plant a kiss on the tip when
the phone rang.
It was as though an alarm had been triggered when I kissed his
cock. I jerked back in shock, and Rocky groaned first with need, then
with suppressed anger. I looked up at him with a silent offer to
continue regardless of distractions, but he numbly shook his head.
"That's the phone from the bridge. They wouldn't call unless
it were important."
"So is this," I laughed, but then I leaned back out of his
way.
He grinned in good-natured recognition of yet another sign of
the basic unfairness of the universe and went to the phone, forcing
his panting breath back almost to normal when he picked up the
handset.
"Yes . . . uh huh . . . What! . . . What's the Captain doing
about it? . . . . uh huh . . . When? . . . uh huh . . . Okay, I'll be
right there."
This last few words spelled the obvious end to our
entertainment so I struggled back up onto my heels in the tight dress
and looked around for my purse. Rocky looked at me with such sad eyes
that I had to laugh, though I went to him and hugged him in sympathy.
He kissed me deeply, but quickly, then turned to gather his clothes.
After only an instant, he reconsidered and dropped his tux, then went
to the closet to take out rougher work clothes instead. As he was
dressing I used the mirror in his bathroom to once again refresh my
makeup. A brush for my hair and I soon had the long waves flowing
smoothly. With one last tug at my dress, I pulled my gloves back over
my elbows and turned to go.
"Aren't you even curious what the call was about?" he asked.
I let my frustration sound in my voice as I replied, "All I
care about right now is that we were interrupted. I figure it must be
about as important as nuclear war or the Exxon Valdez or you wouldn't
be leaving, at least, you better not be."
"Funny you should mention the Exxon Valdez. That's closer
than you know. One of my fishing boats is in trouble and about to go
aground. They've got a helicopter coming to pick me up and I'll have
to go see what can be done."
"Not the Captive Princess," I worried.
"No, she's okay. This one is called the Siren Song. Could be
a bad name if it puts the boat on the rocks."
"Will it be dangerous for you?"
"No," he assured me. "I mostly need to be there to make sure
nobody else takes foolish chances."
I asked my last question with my eyes, and he shrugged his
shoulders, indicating he didn't know when he would make it back.
Nodding acceptance but with a big sigh, I again turned to go. He
intercepted me and folded me into his massive arms, showing with
tenderness his appreciation of my offered pleasure. I hugged him
closely as well. I really was frustrated. Now that I had psyched
myself up to actually suck a man's cock, I wanted to try it. I didn't
know if I'd ever get another chance, nor if I would take it if the
opportunity appeared.
"Walk out to the copter with me?" he asked.
"Of course," I nodded.
We walked along the passageway as fast as I could go, which
means an easy stroll. I was in a glamorous evening gown and
impossibly high heels. Rocky was in jeans and sweater, with rubber
boots on his feet. A highly-polished panel provided a mirror for our
combination and we had to laugh at the sight. Rocky didn't know by
orders of magnitude just how funny the combination really was, but it
cheered him up at least a little and tickled my sense of humor. When
we reached the weather deck, the helicopter was hovering overhead. He
hugged me at the doorway and I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek,
mostly to leave a red brand on his face for his friends to notice, but
in an instant he was gone, walking to the waiting hoist line. As they
were helping him into the basket he said something to the ship's
officer standing there, pointing at me. I watched from the shelter of
the doorway until he was lifted to the helicopter and disappeared
inside.
I was turning back to the doorway when I heard the officer
call out, "Miss Dewinter . . . Brandy!"
"Yes," I waited.
"Mr. Thornton asked me to escort you to your cabin. He also
indicated that you and your sister-in-law are welcome to move into his
cabin while he is gone. I don't expect we'll see him again before
Anchorage."
"Tell him thanks when you see him again," I sighed, "but we'll
stay where we are. It's only two more days. I don't think I'd like
being there without him, anyway."
"As you wish, miss," he said agreeably.
"Please, call me Brandy," I offered. "I'm not special enough
for important people like you to treat so formally."
"Miss Brandy," he compromised, "if Rocky likes you, you're
plenty special for this crew."
I smiled and gave him a quick, sisterly hug, but I couldn't
walk at all in that outfit without swinging aggressively so I gave him
a show as well. His eyes widened in appreciation, and I could see a
bulge form in his pants. However, I had already psyched myself up
once that night, and I wasn't that much of a tramp, at least, I didn't
think so. When we got to the cabin that Kelly and I shared, I heard
soft voices coming out from under the door and in my frustration I
thought how amusing it would be to burst in on them and start playing
the outraged lover. But whoever Kelly had found, it was only part of
our agreement and I wouldn't disturb her. I had turned to the ship's
officer to suggest we find someplace else when the door opened and I
saw one of the female cabin attendants exiting the room. She saw us
and quickly closed the door behind her to keep us from seeing inside.
Nodding at me, she dropped her eyes and left, giggling softly on her
way.
I glanced at the officer and said, "Perhaps I'll go in after
all, thank you for your time."
He nodded and touched his cap, then hurried off, obviously on
the trail of the attendant.
