0 comments/ 27087 views/ 0 favorites Ferry By: LaJan 3Summer trip to nowhere special, just him and me and the road. Neither of us could get as much freedom as 30 days from 'the daily grind' but, still, a great two weeks of madness. And, madness it was, too - no reservations, no maps, nobody knows where we are. But, he's like that and I guess that's why I stay with him. (Goodness knows, he's no rich, intellectual giant...!) Hours of coastal highway and every glance an adventure. I started to scope-out the 'hardbodies' miles ago (and I'm sure that he was, too.) Even here in northwestern Washington most of the kids wore little more than cut-offs and t-shirts. I had been quiet for so long, so many miles, I was surprised he had not asked me what's wrong. But a slow, easy glance at him watching some teenager stuffed into an overwhelmed halter-top erases any guilt from my mind. Hey, I like him and all but I'm not pushing for a commitment and he seems just fine with that. Besides, I'm no teenager but I look better than most of these kids and I still get all the 'interest' I could ask for. Traffic slows and we turn a corner to see a positively spectacular vista: the coastal mountains spread to allow the highway direct access to a large, tree-lined bay. The late morning's sun is splashing off dozens of sailboats, houseboats, sailboards, and a line of brightly coloured ferries. "What a perfect view!", I exclaimed. "I could sit here forever!" "You may have to, babe, because this line of cars is not going to make it on those ferries any time soon. Look, the last one only took 4 cars and we're car number, uh, 26! Let's back out of here and see if we can find another way, maybe around the bay." I just could not take my eyes off this wonderful, beautiful place so I asked him to stay and wait. Although he looked at me like I was hopelessly romantic, he said we'd wait. Bad idea: in about 20 minutes, he pissed in the bushes, (completely within sight of everybody waiting in the same line we were stuck in!). And, watching all the pretty water activity on the bay did the trick on me, too. I was nearly ready to pee in the ice chest in the back of the Bronco when our ferry finally arrived. As soon as the car was blocked in place, I dashed to the wheelhouse and nearly collided with the captain as he backed out of the doorway. Only, the captain wasn't a 'he', and she was breathtaking! Now, don't get me wrong: I'm not gay and I've never considered a woman for a relationship. But if I ever did, this was exactly how I'd want her to look. I have no idea how long I stood there and stared, my bursting bladder, my man, and my sanity - all but forgotten. She gave me a little half-smile and saved me from myself: "Yes, I am the pilot of your ferry and, no it's not unusual for a woman to do it!" She said it with such obvious mirth we both started laughing, which reminded me why I was here. Again, to gently move us along, she said, "The public restroom is occupied, but you can slip into the captain's head if you promise not to tell." I smiled gratefully at both the double entendre (I alone seemed to perceive) and her perceptive kindness while she led me into the boathouse. The small toilet was attached to the back of the pilot's station - so close, in fact, that she could almost sit on it and steer, too! The rough part wasn't that there was no door between us; the entire area was literally open on both sides so that the view of the waterway would not be obstructed. I tried not to think about that as I dived out of my shorts and panties to relieve myself. The wheelhouse's height made it impossible for people in cars to see me if they walked along the railing but every boater around got a good look at a happily relieved woman from the waist up! I was actually captivated (again!) by the sights when I looked forward and saw that she was barely watching the forward progress of our boat. Her half-smile was still there but she wasn't looking into my eyes! I was crimson with embarrassment but I couldn't resist leaning back on the toilet, spreading my legs, and wiping myself in a ridiculously slow and intimate manner! Her smile blossomed into a beautiful vision, which turned to shock when we heard the loud horn ahead! She swung around and steered us clear of a tug with a grinning captain. Now, both of us laughing again as I scramble to dress, she flips him off and turns back to me: "No! Wait! He can't see you behind me until he passes". "Yeah, but I'm through and you are going to wreck us on something, you fool!" "Here, take the helm, keep the speed where it is, keep the compass heading right there, and you cover me while I go." I traded places with her even before I got my shorts completely fastened and it was great! I was having the time of my life when I felt gentle but firm hands on my hips. I gasped and started to turn when she said, "Hey! Watch where you're going with my boat!" I quickly turned forward giggling as she played with my thighs, calves, and ankles. Pretty soon, the side traffic was getting the show of the century! She did a steamy striptease with my shorts, and my panties, and my socks while half dozen or more small boats hustled alongside and their occupants cheered and whistled. I was doing my best to concentrate on piloting but, I was so worked up, I was almost dancing. She caressed and fondled and kissed me until I was twitching uncontrollably! My right foot was lifted onto a 6-inch sideboard and she used her mouth to pleasure me as intimately as any human could, and to the cheers from both sides of the boat, I screamed my orgasm to the beautiful morning sky. She continued to lick me until I was totally unable to stand. Catching me as I slumped over the wheel, she turned me towards her (carefully reaching around me to lock the wheel’s heading in her firm grasp) and planted the biggest wet kiss on my lips. Now, both of us laughing and hugging, we took our bows to the port then starboard 'fans'. We quickly changed places again while I dressed. And, we kissed again as I left the boathouse for the car. "I guess a lot of women had to pee while waiting for the ferry," he said, once I was back in the Bronco and I agreed. "The moving water really gets the juices flowing," I said as I kissed him. He had the funniest look on his face as he leaned back in his seat and gazed at me. Evidently, I had a lot more than 'her' half-smile on my face... He said we'd need to stop somewhere soon as we were ashore and I knew what he meant. Yeah, moving water can get the juices flowing... * * * * * I found her handwritten phone number on a sheet of the ferry company's notepad in the pocket of my shorts. I don't know when I'll call it, but I'm certain that I will. Ferry Crossing Emma was a close friend whom I fancied like mad. Sadly she remained just my BFF. Probably mainly because she was a lesbian! We would talk about relationships, even what we did in them without embarrassment and whenever one of us had a problem the other was always there for them. In many ways I loved her more than anyone I ever had sex with. That is not to say that I didn't love my lovers. I did and we had some great times. Just that Emma was the one great unrequited love of my life. She even set me up with her friend Claire once. I knew a bit about Claire and had even seen her once though we had never been introduced. We did however often see each other's pictures on Facebook when we posted on the same items on Emma's page. Of course, Emma being Emma didn't just arrange for us to be the only too unattached people at a dinner party or set us up on a blind date together – that was just not her style. Especially not after she won the lottery, the size of the win being something I only discovered a couple of years after the event in question. I am a keen cyclist and have toured various bits of Europe on my own and sometimes in a group a number of times and sometimes when part of a group I found someone who also felt the need for companionship of the opposite sex, that and a good fuck, as much as I did. On the whole though, I ended up with better encounters when I toured on my own and let fate take it's course. Emma didn't believe in fate unless she was in control of it! This despite having won over a million pounds on the national lottery! Which is what took me to the ferry from Plymouth to Santander with a brand new bicycle that I knew must have cost over two thousand pounds. Emma was if nothing else generous with her new found wealth. I tied my bike up with some padding to ensure it didn't get scratched or otherwise damaged. if the crossing was rough which the forecast predicted. As I did so I was surprised to see another expensive bike, also carefully tied up. I wondered if the owner appreciated it as much as I did mine or was someone with more money than sense? I also thought, I must ride it enough to get some mud on it so it would be less a target for thieves. - A tactic that has stood me in good stead as I still have the bike over ten years on. Emma had paid for not just the bike but for the ferry and hotel rooms on a tour, the timetable of which would make me work though not quite as hard as I sometimes did if on my own. While collecting the key to my cabin, I also took an anti-sickness tablet that they were giving out at reception just in case the wind got up above force eight which was about my stomach's limit. I entered the two berth cabin which was larger than most and hence must have cost Emma quite a bit more than the standard and heard the shower going. "Good idea." I thought and started stripping off, noting that my room mate must also be a cyclist by the pannier bags on one of the two beds. I was sitting on the other bed with the towel around my shoulders when she came out. She!!! I had assumed that the Brittany Ferries people had just paired up two cyclists and that I would be sharing with another man. I wasn't complaining though! She had a towel around her waist, giving me a good view of her small firm breasts. Yes, I noticed her breasts before I looked closely enough at her face to put a name to it. I am a man. OK? Anyway it was only a second later that I recognised her. "Claire! I didn't know you were a cyclist too." Claire took a second or two longer to respond than I had. "And you must be Dave. Your picture on Facebook doesn't do you justice." We shook hands and as we did so, the towel around Claire's waist fell to the floor letting me see her neatly trimmed bush. My own sex needless to say was responding to this close proximity with one of the sexiest bodies I had seen in a while and this was not just because she was the first black woman I had seen naked. I would have lusted after that hard toned body whatever colour it was. The tone and lustre of her skin however was the icing on the cake. I forced myself to look at her face in the hope that the evidence of my arousal might fade a little. No chance! Her lips and smile should be classified, "Eighteen" to avoid corrupting youngsters. Our gaze locked as I said, "I think when we get back, I am going to paddle Emma's backside." Claire laughed, "I might just hold her down while you do it! Now go and get your shower before we go to the restaurant." I did so and turning it to cold for longer than was comfortable at the end helped reduce my hard on though not completely. When I came out Claire noticed and commented, "I was wrong, I thought you were going to be a pervert and masturbate, thinking about me while you were in there." As I dressed, I admitted that the thought had occurred to me. We talked so much over lunch that I don't remember what we ate, just that we had a lot more in common than our love of cycling and that Claire had a great sense of humour. She was also extremely intelligent to the point where I would struggle to keep up on occasion. I quickly realised that if she tried to get me to fix a puncture because she didn't know how to do it herself she would by lying through her back teeth. A combination of gymnastics, circus skills and having been on enough boats in rough weather to not mind unless it was really bad meant I was quite happy either sitting with Claire or walking around despite the fact that the floor didn't seem able to make up it's mind which way horizontal was. Claire was one of the few other people around apart from the crew who was fine and when it came to dinner, there were only a handful of other diners around. We touched often over dinner and I began to have hopes that my desire to consummate our relationship might be fulfilled before the end of our cycling holiday. Am I the only one who agonises over when to make a move, worrying that if too early I will get the brush off, too late I will miss the boat? After we had eaten again, Claire wanted to take to the dance floor. Now I am better than competent but the idea of showing myself up on a severely rolling deck did not appeal. However if this was going to increase my chances of getting to touch what I had viewed earlier I was willing to take that chance! Claire was more than competent. I learned later that she had danced competitively and done quite well. She made me look far better than I was and at some point I became aware that we were the only ones dancing and that everyone else was just watching us as we made the rolling of the ship part of our dancing. Eventually after gaining some applause from the small number of fellow passengers who hadn't succumbed to the weather and decided to hide in their cabins till landfall we made our way back to our own cabin. One at a time we made our way to the bathroom to clean our teeth and perform our ablutions before getting ready for bed. About this time, the storm grew in intensity. I later learned that if they had expected it to get this bad the sailing would have been cancelled. Something was crashing about on the car decks and with the lack of clarity that being in lust brings on I wondered if my new bike would be safe. Just as when we first met, Claire didn't seem bothered by my gaze as she undressed and then put on a long t-shirt in preparation for going to bed. Once I would have taken this as an invitation but about five years earlier, a naked girl I was sharing a tent with slapped me in the face when I suggested a fuck, pointing out that being a naturist and comfortable with her body doesn't make a girl a slut. We managed to get over that start and become friends but I never did get to fuck her! We did kiss however and I thanked Claire for a wonderful day and evening. At some point I slept but only after an interminable amount of thinking about what it would be like to have Claire's naked body pressed against mine, my cock sliding in and out of her beautiful body. I awoke with a bang, I had just been tipped out of bed by the rolling of the ship. When I looked up, Claire was looking at me, fear and amusement fighting for domination on her face. "Is that what your parents had to do? Tip you out of bed in the morning to get you to wake up?" I tried to come up with a smart answer but I am not at my best when woken by being tipped out of bed and failed. What I did realise after only a few seconds was that something sounded different. Only one of the engines was running. Huge engines, each the size of some of the trucks on the ship produced a constant throb that could be heard or felt anywhere on board. The journey was going to be a lot longer than the twenty four hours it had taken last time I made it. I said as much to Claire and, (I told you she was smart) she replied, "I worked that out half an hour or more ago and have been calling you ever since! Come here and hold me, I am really scared." I was impressed. If I was that scared I wouldn't be making jokes or even able to think clearly enough to make them. Maybe I wasn't sensible enough to be scared? We tried for a short while but those bunks are so small one of us was going to be hanging their ass off the edge of the bed the whole time so we pulled the mattresses off the beds and put them together on the floor. Claire clung to me and I could feel myself growing hard where I was pressing against her body, the t-shirt having ridden up above her hips. I could also feel her nipples pressing against my chest through the thin material. While I was enjoying the sensations of feeling her body against mine, I wasn't really thinking about sex until I felt her hand take hold of my rod. "Doesn't this thing ever go down?" I was awake this time. "Slander! You must have seen it when I was tipped out of bed." "Well that must be the only time it has been down since we met!" "Look, if any time you see me with someone as beautiful as you with their body curled around mine and it isn't reacting will you call an ambulance because I will be pretty close to death. Besides" I said, squeezing an erect nipple through the cotton, "That isn't the only thing that has an increased blood flow through it at the moment." "Well, what do you expect with that thing pressing against my clitoris and rubbing every time I move?" I hadn't realised exactly where I was pressed up against in my tired state and had assumed that I was just pressing against her legs or belly. The knowledge of where my cock was pressing increased the blood flow still further. I was also aware of pre-cum leaking from the eye of the trouser snake. Almost clocking me in the face with an arm, Claire removed the t-shirt as she said, "Let's see if this helps it go down." She moved her hips a little to give herself a little more space and taking me in hand started rubbing my head up and down her slit, the fluid I was producing making it slide easily against her opening. Our mouths locked and my own hands reached up for her breasts and nipples. I don't think I had ever been so hard in my life before. After a while, Claire rolled me onto my back and lined my cock up against her cunt and I suspect she intended to ease herself onto me but a change in the motion of the vessel meant that I was engulfed in one quick motion. I felt fluid pouring on to my thighs. I wasn't sure but later I saw the blood. Claire had been a virgin! "Fuck!" "That is the right word I think." "Smart ass, fuck that hurt. Give me a minute to get used to you." "Or an hour or five." I thought. The pitch and yaw was violent enough to provide enough movement and stimulation for both of us for a while and it must have been ten minutes before Claire started to actively move her hips in a slow rhythm that matched that of the sea, her body being forced up against mine. I became aware of my impending orgasm and reached between our bodies to play with her clitoris. I was soon rewarded with a gasp, "Yes, keep doing that!" I was getting closer. "Where do yo want me to cum?" "As deep inside me as you can!" She answered as her torso crashed down on me again. I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down so hard it hurt a little and then my own orgasm joined hers and we both cried out, signalling our release. Eventually, her cunt stopped it's pulsing having milked the last drop of my seed. Claire continued to lay down on top of me and I remained inside her glorious sex. We slept like that for I don't know how long but, the worst of the storm had blown itself out by then leaving a heavy swell. I was desperate for a piss and so apparently was Claire. "I need to pee. Do you think we could both fit in the shower at once?" "Not easily." I thought but I was willing to give it a go. "We won't know until we try." I laughed. At about this point Claire reluctantly disengaged her body from my own and I looked down for the first time. I was covered in a mixture of dried blood and sex juices from my chest down to my knees. How the fuck did it manage to spread itself that far? A minute or two later we were both squeezed tightly against each other in the small cubicle and we let our bladders void together. Then in a scene which could have come from an x-rated Ealing comedy, we washed each other, the one doing the washing always with their back pressed hard against the side of the cubicle. When finally we were clean, we left the shower to dry each other. Claire laughed when she saw the mess we had made on the sheets, "Well they will certainly know what we were doing!" She gave an affectionate squeeze to my cock and said, "If I wasn't still a little sore, I would suggest you put this monster inside me again, but maybe we should eat first and find out what is happening." It turned out we had slept through the announcement telling us about the estimated 3½ days for the journey. There were no tugs to help us because of other shipping in bigger trouble. There was no danger of them running short of food for us as so many people were seasick and unable to eat. We were the only ones in the dining area as we consumed a late breakfast. The waitress who spoke with a strong Basque accent commented in a slightly flirty way how fresh we looked and how we must have been the only ones on board who got a good night's sleep. I replied that it must be clean healthy living. Claire giggled and squeezed my cock under the table. The waitress was more on the ball than I would have expected given how much work the crew must have done to make the place presentable after the storm. She said something in Basque that I didn't catch and to my astonishment Claire answered her in the same language. She clearly hadn't expected to be understood as she blushed deeply or maybe it is whatever Claire said in reply that she would never tell me afterwards. Though when we returned to the room it was the same as when we first saw it, no evidence of our activities. I can get by in either Castillian Spanish or Catalan but Claire was the first non native fluent Basque speaker I had ever met. Had it not been for all the sex, I would have put on a lot of weight by the time we arrived at Santander and my tongue muscles were a lot stronger too after all, why should Claire go without an orgasm just because she was a bit sore. Pushing our bikes up the ramp was interesting after three days of walking on a rolling deck, cycling was much easier! I knew where to find the hotel we had been booked into with a luxury suite. I couldn't afford even broom cupboard there if I was paying for myself! As well as the champagne on ice, there were two envelopes on the bed, one with each of our names, in Emma's handwriting. Claire refused to tell me what was on the note in hers so I kept mine secret as well. Mine read, "I hope you enjoyed the crossing, be gentle with Claire as she is still a virgin. Emma xxx." Whatever was in Claire's letter was equally amusing as we both broke into fits of laughter at the same time. Let me know if you would like me to write about what happened when Emma got her back side paddled for setting us up in this devious manner. Ferry Fun Two days since my last orgasm. I'm traveling in the Pacific Northwest, sitting on a ferry enjoying an hour and a half ride between islands near the USA/Canadian border. The booth I have to myself is similar to those you find in restaurants - a table between two six-foot benches with heavy padding covered by imitation leather. As I enjoy the beautiful scenery, I decide to record my observations in my diary. Through the window I can see small islands covered with forest; and looking over the water I see a bald eagle, seals and orca whales. As I reach to pull my diary from my pack beneath the table, my left breast brushes the edge of the table. The brief tingle reminds me it's been two days since my last orgasm. I open my diary and start to write in an attempt to describe the wonderful scene outside. However, I am distracted by the tension and feeling caused by the inadvertent brush of my breast on the table. My nipples are tightening and starting to harden. There is an actual sensation of them starting to pucker. I lean against the wall adjacent to the table and stretch my legs out along the length of the padded bench. I'm dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. From my position I can sit with my back against the wall; I can look out the window and still write in my diary. It's been two days since my last orgasm. I try to ignore the growing tension so that I can describe the scenery in my diary. Unfortunately (fortunately?!) I am too distracted by the tension starting to course like electricity through my body. I lightly brush the non-writing end of my pen against my sweater over my right nipple. Looking out the window, I tap the pen ever so surreptitiously against my sweater. My nipple hardens as I feel the tap through my sweater and bra. The tension spreads to my leg and groin area. It's been two days since my last orgasm. I look around. Nobody is across the aisle from my booth and the other folks seem occupied in their own activities. I take a deep breath, exhale and then cross my ankles. I didn't realize I was so horny. It just crept up on me. I start to daydream. The pen tip continues to tap. If someone were to look my way it would look like I was nervously wiggling the pen while I ponder what to write next. I can't wait to get home and "ride" my husband. I imagine running to greet him at the airport. I drop my bags and leap into his arms. He holds and supports me, his hands under my ass. My arms are around his neck; my legs are wrapped around his waist. He lowers me. Against the crotch of my jeans I can feel his erection straining his khakis. He squeezes my buns and moves me up and down against his hardon. We're kissing hard - open mouth, tongue on tongue. It's been two days since my last orgasm. I glance around the ferry. No one seems to notice me. I push the end of the pen through the weave of my sweater and move it back and forth stimulating my nipple through my bra. My pussy is starting to dampen. I uncross my ankles, shift my seat a little and recross my ankles. I look around wondering if I dare touch my now very tense crotch. In my mind I imagine the anticipated reunion with my husband. While he is holding me I break off the kiss and whisper in his ear that I have to "fuck his brains out!" He squeezes my ass, sets me down, grabs my luggage with one hand and my hand with the other, and practically runs toward the exit. We catch a taxi and I can't wait to feel his penis inside of me. It's been two days since my last orgasm. As the ferry makes its way between islands, I slowly move my left hand to my lap and push the heel of my hand onto my crotch. I lean forward and sigh. Yes, I can definitely feel that I am starting to get wet. I pull my jacket over my legs and continue to stare out the window daydreaming. With my left hand under my jacket, I undo the middle buttons on the fly of my jeans. I slide my index and middle fingers into the opening in my jeans and lightly over my panties. Although my wetness has not yet begun to penetrate through my panties, I can tell that my pussy lips have started to engorge and spread slightly apart. I slowly tickle the area over my clitoris. I lean over the table like I'm reading my diary which pushes my left breast onto the tabletop. The pressure moves my bra a little stimulating my now swollen left nipple. If I were to stand up and stretch my arms, I think my nipples would show through my bra and sweater. It's been two days since my last orgasm and I'm thinking about my husband. We hail a taxi. I can't wait to get home. I keep rubbing his erection through his pants. He tells the taxi driver to stop as we pass a park. He grabs the luggage and we literally run into the park. We find a partially secluded grassy area behind some bushes. I pull down my jeans and practically tackle my husband. We hug, kiss, grapple. I am on top of him. I open his fly and pull his erection out of his pants. I feel desperate. I position his penis at the entrance of my pussy with my left hand. With my right hand, I pull my panties aside. I shove my crotch backwards and feel him enter and stretch me. My hands are pulling his hair; his are tweaking my nipples through my sweater. I look at his face and can tell he is about ready to cum after only a few thrusts. But so am I. I tilt my pelvis so my clit grinds into his pubic bone. I cum quick and hard. Two days since my last orgasm. The daydream has made me unbearably tense. My left finger and middle finger are now pushing down through my panties and against my clit. Slow deep breaths through my nose. Furrowed concentrating brow. Teeth biting lower lip. I look around. Maybe I should go to the restroom stall to finish. I just don't want to stop. As my fingers push down onto my clit, they slide off to one side. I push again and slide them to the other side. I clinch my thigh muscles, squeeze my butt together and hold my breath. My palms are sweaty. My heart rate is up. I close my eyes and think about "riding" my husband. My panties are wet. As I rub my fingers back and forth, I can feel the friction between my panties and the skin moving over my clit. I pinch and twist my right nipple through my sweater. I hold my breath for about ten seconds. I tighten all the muscles in my body. I tilt my pelvis forward and up and lift my ass slightly off the bench. The spasms start slowly and build as my entire body tenses and then relaxes. After four or five hard deep spasms, I exhale slow and hard. I look around and thankfully nobody seems to have noticed. It's been two minutes since my last orgasm. Ferry Nice Trip Another story by Pagan. He sat back, pushing his body in to the black padded seat. He liked the piano bar, slightly out of the main thoroughfare but he could still do, people watching and see through to the windows of deck seven, he smiled when he thought all he could see was sea. His mind wondered back to France. It had been a good play, and he liked touring, especially aboard, but to be asked to do a French play in France, now that was a complement to his acting skills and it and he had been good. He relaxed, took a mouth full of scotch and thought, two months off before his next acting roll, he smiled as he thought that it may take him that long to forget his ridiculous sudo French accent. Still smiling he carried on reading the paper, it was nice to read up to date English news again. He looked at his watch, 10. 17am, 8 hours till they dock, he knew the overnight ferry would take longer coming from the south of France; still the rest was doing him the power of good. As he thought his eyes flicked up and he caught sight of an absolutely stunningly beautiful young women. She was in the walkway and side view to him. She was gorgeous and her outfit made her look unbelievable; her blond hair cascaded in ringlets over her shoulders, her face was angelic, flawless. As for her breasts they were like firm ripe melons, the scoop neck line let him steal a glimpse of the top swell of her creamy curves. Her stomach flat, he could see that line of pink flesh where her crop top parted from her hipster mini skirt, it certainly extenuated her pert small round bum, it excited him to see it beautifully in-cased in the short white mini skirt that didn’t cover too much of her lovely legs, they looked fabulous right down to her ankle length beige boots, his balls went up to his throat like a bow-tie. She reminded him of Anna Kournikova a real piece of, what is it now days, oh yes, eye candy. Just then a man came in to view with a little girl, obviously hubbie, you fucking lucky bastard was his first thought, he tried to imagine being in bed with that every night, it had been a long time sense he was in bed with anyone. They got in to deep conversation, which led to them moving to a seat the other side of the small divider just off the walkway. Curiosity got the better him and he slipped up for another drink then moved to the corresponding table, bar side. As he sat there listening he even caught a waft of her perfume, he thought, god she even smells like heaven, then his ears pricked as her husband said. “Well Sophie wants to see it and I’ve promised”. The light delicate voice said, “I’m not stopping Sophie seeing it, you take her, please, really I don’t mind, its, well I just want to lay down for a couple of hours, really that’s all it is, you don’t mind if mummy doesn’t come ah sweetheart, daddy will take you, is that all right”? A little girls voice said, “Yes, but I want to see all of it”, taking a sip of the drink he smiled to himself and thought, Christ, not half as much as I do. He heard, “Well the film starts in ten minutes, I’ll take Sophie and we will see you about one”, he heard them getting ready to leave, as they did, an unbelievable thought exploded in his mind. He heard the little girl say. “Thank you daddy, bye mummy see you soon”. The man said, “Right you go lay down, bye love”, he heard what sounded like a kiss. The little girl said, “Come on daddy or we will be late”, they moved, and for some reason he couldn’t explain, so did he. He passed the entrance to the ships theatre asking himself, what am I doing? But he saw her heading for the stairs. He followed her up the stairs, her ass moved up each step like it was chewing a caramel, the legs looked as terrific as he thought they would and just, just at one of the turns, he caught a glimpse of her pale coloured panties. She turned in to the corridor, he followed, his mind racing, an idea festered in to a overpowering excitement, he couldn’t take his eyes off her, just five step’s in front. He couldn’t comprehend what he was thinking of doing but he could feel the blood pounding through him as she reached for her bag, her hand fumbled until she got the key-card out and slowed, breathing heavily he matched her step for step. He slowed as she stopped, the key-card went in to the slot; he gauged his step, as she pushed the handle down she moved slightly in. She obviously expected the person behind to pass; he quickly looked behind then his hand shot out slamming her head against the door. It opened as she fell in, he leapt in behind her falling body, grabbed her legs and pulled her round and in and shut the door, all with in seconds. Standing there motionless he looked at the unconscious beauty, pulling her legs round had forced her little skirt up revealing pale pink pants. The crop top had bunched up leaving her mid-riff totally bare and her hair looked lovely tussled over her face, but there was no time for admiration. Quickly he pulled his large penknife from his pocket, pulling a sheet from the bed he slashed at it, ripping it in to a thin strip, then again another strip, and then a wider strip, which he cut in half. He clipped away the knife and bent, picking up his prize, he threw her on the bed. First one thicker strip for her eyes, three times round for safety. The next he knotted several time before ramming it hard in to her mouth, making sure the knots filled her cheeks and covered her tongue before winding it round and round and tying it off, shoving the ends in to her pretty mouth. Then he pulled her top off, dragged her arms behind her and fastened them together, next her boots were off and her ankles tied, then her knees, he slid down the white mini skirt and took a deep breath, he now had her how he wanted, helpless before him. When she woke she would be in his total control and he would be in total charge of the situation. He gazed at the delicious body; the pale pink lacy bra and the lace-trimmed pants only enhanced his excitement. He sat on the bed, his hand gentle stroked up her inner thigh, she moved, a moan tried to get past the gag, then her whole body started to wriggle as realization took over her. He let her struggle a little before he moved forward, his hands pressed her shoulders flat to the bed. She stopped, little squeals of fear emanated from her cloth filled mouth, he bent close, he breathed in her smell as he said, “Bonjour mademoiselle”, suddenly he turned her to her side and tapped her wedding ring, “Oh pardon, madam, vous are belle”, she shook her head at him; though muffled, he could just detect the words “No, please no”. He cleared his throat to hide a giggle, “Ahh Anglais”. He bent over her and squeezed her bra covered tits, “Mmmmm merveilleux, pardon my eerrr Anglais is non so good but, how do you say it, eerr while I untilis vous corps, non, eerrr use your body, it will not be needed that we eeerrr to speak, comprendre, oui. Tears damped the blindfold but he was to busy dragging her bra straps down, releasing her magnificent tits to bother with that, he had enough problems controlling himself, he was shaking with anticipation. He sank his teeth in to the large red buds and sucked on them; his left hand sliding down her body cupping her pants over her perfectly moulded mound, he heard her squeal as he squeezed her cunt, his finger felt for the slit. He sucked noisily dragging her nipple up in his mouth until it made a plopping sound as it pulled itself free from his lips, he said, “Manifiqu, vous belle breasts”, he moved over and attacked the other pert red nipple all the time his hand was squeezing at her cunt, his finger had now found her opening. He stopped sucking her nipple his hand slid from her cunt and moved up to hold her jaw, “Je veux, non, eerrrr, I want vous to ouvrir, non, open vous”, his fingers pulled at her lips, “And suck moi”. She was really sobbing now, he had to take control so he slapped her face hard, she looked so sweet and defenceless that he had to force the anger in to his voice “Oui”. She still shook her head, he thought, shit I have to have her do as she’s told, time is not on my side, he looked round the cabin, suddenly an idea. Going over to the porthole, he unclipped the locking device and opened it, she wouldn’t fit through it but he didn’t think she knew that. “Madam, vous will suck, oui, or vous will be in les douce, eerrr water, like so”, he picked her up, getting her over his shoulder, she squirmed and squealed as he walked to the port hole, he pushed her bound legs through. As she felt the cold air hit her legs she struggled violently, screaming in to her gag, he let her go until she was just about to stick in the hole when he said, “Suck oui, vous suck or bon voyage”, he could feel her head nodding. He pulled her back in, she was almost hysterical as he moved back and sat her on the bed; grabbing her hair he shook her in to submission, “Shhh, non, now suck”, he pulled the two ends of sheet from her mouth, undid the knot and unwound the gag. A little, “Please”, was greeted by a sharp, “Non, suck, vous suck immediatement”, he held her head with one hand, his other hand trembled as it unzipped his trousers and fumbled for his cock, it was then he realized it was all worth it as he guided it in to the wet sucking delicate velvet mouth. He just enjoyed the light sucking of her lips and movement of her tongue; he slowly rocked his hips as she took the head in to her mouth. Little sobs where the only off putting thing but as he looked down at the gorgeous creature at his service, he thought what the hell I’m loving it. Loving it he was, he felt the excitement in his balls, he started to thrust, harder, harder, she was starting to gag as his cock went further in. He put his hand on the tussle of blond curls and held her on to his pumping meat, he was about to say, “Suck it you bitch”, but just in time it became, “ceci est vouse casse”, which he knew meant something like, this machine is broken, she didn’t know, besides he was about to shoot this fantastic woman a mouth full of his hot sticky cum juice. He was really fucking her mouth, it was made even better as he looked at his meat slipping inside those incredible lips and she was making those wonderful, ugh, ugh, ugh, sounds. Greedily he pushed harder in to the back of her throat. He was coming, he wanted her to swallow it all, she was going to swallow it all, he wanted that body to walk around with his juice in it and he had to remember to keep quite; as he came he let his grunts do the talking though she wouldn’t have heard as she was shaking her head, fighting to breath, trying to dislodge the head of his cock as his cum gushed down her throat. He pulled out and allowed himself a, “Manifiqu, madam vous manifiqu”, as he watched the driblets of his cum oozing from her mouth down on to her chin, he quickly picked up the gag and before she had time to stop coughing he was ramming the knots back in to the orifice he had just been fucking. She sat there, she didn’t fight, that was until he pushed her back on the bed, lay beside her, he let his hand run down to cup over the pink pants, his fingers tickled over her cunt, “Sis next”. Her body writhed under him as he forced himself down over her; he licked at the side of her neck as his face moved downward, his mouth couldn’t get enough of her hard thick nipples. The skin on her thighs felt soft as he ran his cock over them. She grunted and wiggled trying to dislodge his sucking mouth viscously pulling at her nipples, he looked up in to the terrified face, “Non, non madam, please vous will, eerrr been happy with my, eerr, pleasures, oui” He slowly kissed his way down her body, stopping to lick at her navel, then his fingers folded over the top of her pants and he pulled down unveiling her to him. A light blond covering showed over the neatest slit he had ever seen, she truly was magnificent, he bent and kissed the top of the slit. Time suddenly came in to his mind, he stood up, his cock rigidly stood out, he moved trying not to catch his enlarged balls in the base of his zip; feverishly he set to and untied her ankles, then her knees, he slapped her thighs hard, hoping she would take it as, if you try and move I’ll hurt you, she must have realized as she let him take the pants the rest of the way. Next he slapped at her knees forcing her to open herself to him, he watched as the perfectly shaped legs opened, he watched but was more interested in the little thin slit as it opened like a cut peach, the pink slowly peeling back to show flesh inside. He knelt between the spread legs, slid down and opened his mouth, his tongue licking in to the slit forcing it to open more, even the little squeals didn’t deter him as he pushed in, savouring the sweet taste, he knew he was going to have to work fast to make her wet enough to fuck, but he did allow himself another low, “Manifiqu” as he worked his tongue in to her; his hands moved up again until they found her tits then he started rolling the thick nipples between his fingers. His mouth worked at her, licking sucking, she was too good to dry fuck. He wanted to make it a pleasure, she had to be worth the effort; slowly he felt her lubricate; he brought one hand down and pushed his thumb on to her clit, gently pressing it, moving it around, he could see his thumb glisten with her moister, he knew she didn’t want to but her body was on his side, “mmmmm tra bon, now oui”, he pushed up forcing her knees open as he did. He first looked down at her, he thought such a pity to have such a lovely face covered, then his eyes dropped to her big pert tits and those lovely thick nipples hard from his fingers attentions. He took all his weight on his arms and lowered his hip; he found the entrance, not looking at her shaking head under him he pushed gently in and groaned as he felt the warm flesh fold round the head of his hard meat. Taking a little weight with his knees he bent his arms and lowered his mouth on to those wonderful nipples, he again gave a low, “Ohh la, madam is manifiqu”, before simultaneously latching on to the nipple as his cock pushed up to fill her. He thrust up her, he wanted it to last forever but he knew time was not on his side, her head shook from side to side, little moans came from the gag as he revelled in fucking his unwilling prize, he drew his face away from her nipples and looked down at his hard cock as it slid it to the tight sucking gash. He toyed with her, drawing it almost out then shoving in hard in, making her grunt, then some short fast strokes before long slow ones, moving his ass around so his shaft slid in to every inner craves she had, forcing little moans from her. He had never fucked anything to tight, that he could remember and certainly nothing so beautiful but it was time to let her have it, he was going to fill her, she had to have some more of him up her, he secretly hoped she had forgotten her pill, but that would have been to much to hope for, with the thought of her pregnant by him he felt himself coming. His grunts became more and more, he fucked her hard, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples like a dog with a bit of rag, she squealed as he forced himself more and more up her, driving so hard she was moving up the bed he was fucking her so fast, suddenly he stopped his whole body went rigid, his cock exploded his juice up her, then he sank back on top of her, sucking on the large nipples like a contented baby. He pulled himself out of her, he looked at the glistening wet cunt as some of his juice leaked back out, he couldn’t resist running his finger up the now open slit and then licking the cum, cunt mix in to his mouth. Reluctantly he picked up the torn sheeting and turned her on her stomach, he didn’t have time to fuck that pert round ass but he did bend and cover it in wet kisses licking at the dark deep crease, tickling the hole with his tongue. Slapping the firm round globes once he started to tie her ankles again, then her knees, then he used a long piece to force her elbows together, he pulled her ankles up and tied them up to her elbows, then he tied some more to her elbows this time the sheeting was wound round her mouth, sealing it and forcing her head up and back, she was helplessly hogtied bent like a bow. He rolled her slightly to her side and tweaked her nipple, he smiled as she squealed, he moved to her and whispered in her ear, “Merci, madam and aurevoir”. He checked his clothes, opened the door, looked left and right, no-one, shut the door and walked up the corridor, down two sets of stairs and along and in to his cabin. He turned the shower on. As he walked back to the piano bar he saw that the theatre had cleared, he arrived at the bar and took a drink, picking up the paper he went back to his read. He didn’t know how long he had been lost in that memory. He looked at his empty glass then his watch 4.20 pm he was just about to put the brochure down and pick up the book when he felt a tap on the shoulder, “Excuse me sir”. He looked round, it was ships security, “Yes what can I do for you”? The first of the two officers said, “Ah English, sorry to disturb you sir just routine, may a see your passport”, he fumbled in his pocket a produced the red book, the officer checked it, “Sorry about that, have you had a good trip”? The man smiled, “Oh yes, the best trip yet”, the officer thanked him, as the officers turned to go he heard, “This is bloody murder, rounding up all the French men for D N A before we get to go home, lucky bastards like him will be home and back in the pub before we see the dock”. He smiled as he looked at the brochure, Over night ferries to Spain, he turned to the page containing, timetables for the next two months, he picked up the book and went the to refill his glass. A young lady was serving, he opened the phrase book, she looked at him and smiled, “Sir is learning Spanish”? He smiled, “ You never know when it will come in handy, how about Bonjorno Senorita”? She smiled, “Oh yes, very good sir, I couldn’t tell it from the real thing”. Pagan. Ferry Tales Sometimes as travel hither and there around the city on my way to this or that my mind wanders. I imagine myself journeying to impossible places on the back of a long, slithery, dust farting, jaw snapping underground dragon. I'm certain the subway is secretly scheming to skewer me on its ever-ready throbbing third rail. The subway is an entity and it plays games with me when I'm tired or distracted or just not paying attention. No matter where I'm going or how much time I have I end up in the wrong place just as the train I need barks a laugh and squirts out of the station, leaving me damp and spent on the platform like a lover whose hopes have once again been dashed. Oh, here it comes now, the ONE train, to take me where I want to go. No it's going the wrong way again. Is this a metaphor, I wonder as I plop down into a sticky seat, for my life? Left again waiting at the edge. A train comes snorting in and I enter the belly of the beast. As I ride along strange thoughts flitter through my mind like the lights that bounce off the windows as we wind our way downtown, uptown, cross town – I'm never sure where I'm going. I lose all sense of direction the moment I enter a cavernous subway station. I try to make myself comfortable on the preformed orange seat. My stomach rumbles in time with the train and I hunger for a McBurger though I gave up red meat three months ago. I realize it's the train's décor that's got my belly telling my brain its time to eat. The color scheme. Ah ha! It's a plot. I finally figured it out. No wonder the first thing us poor victims of public transit mind meld do when we pop out of the train is rush to the golden arches – America's rainbow with the blob of fat instead of the pot of gold at the end. As we slither through the underside of Manhattan I think about those pre-form seats. How well they fit the ever growing buttocks of the average American. I settle one butt cheek into a depression and the other one settles on the other side of the ridge. I wonder what the ridged is for and then the train comes to an unscheduled sudden halt. I grip the seat with my butt. Ah Ha!! By George, I've got it. The ridge is a brake so you don't slide helter-skelter into the person next to you when the train comes to a stop. A sumo wrestler gets on the train. UH OH, I think. He sits, settles his monstrous behind taking four seats. The train starts to roll, it picks up speed. Oh no, a red light. The train comes to a fast stop, the wrestler clenches and CRACK the train breaks in two. These are the things I think as I sit on the subway. People look at me askance, afraid I'm capturing their souls like a photographer on an uncharted island. As I breathe the salt air from the ferry window and feel the harbor breeze the hum of the engine vibrates through the soles of my feet. My hair is whipped into action and I look down, down, down into the green, grey water with its diamond sparkles and white froth. I imagine leaping from the window – making a great swan dive, I arch, catch my breath, and slap into the water. Still feeling the exhilaration of the dive I hit the water hard. SLAP into the wake of the boat. I feel a sudden icy rush as the water grabs me. My internal gyroscope goes crazy for a moment. It struggles to find UP, as I tumble head over heals over head over heals in the brackish water. I dare to open my eyes and see lighter water overhead. My nose stings from the salt as my insides right themselves. My chest hurts – too long without air. I rush up through the water and BREAK into the air, gasping for oxygen, dizzy and disoriented. My head is dwarfed by the huge ships in the harbor and the great blue white open sky. I've never felt so alive. So close to death was I. I dog paddle in a circle to get my bearing. Which way do I swim – can I save myself if I swim towards Staten Island. Can I make it before my limbs go numb and stop responding to the commands of my brain? I strike out hoping the swim will make my heart pump and my blood pulse. Will my inner thermometer register life long enough for me to make it to the shore? Oh what FOLLY to dive from the rail of the ferry but what a way to go!! With Staten Island in my eyes and Manhattan at my back, dirty salt water in my nose and in my mouth my hair seaweed. Me a mid-town mermaid. Let that be my soubriquet.