I feel God awful because the ocean is making my stomach heave and I’m sweating floods. The air makes it a little better but I still don’t know how I’m going to survive the next four days until we reach Puerto Rico.
I’m on board the Avenger, a 110 foot motor yacht, a floating mansion of luxury and splendor. We left Panama late last night and I haven’t had a chance to explore her yet, but as soon as I feel better I will. It’s only four of us, Captain Rasmus, the Engineer Kelly, a Stewart named Steve and myself. I’m a Steward too, or as Steve likes to call me Trainee Steward.
It’s the middle of May and we are going to Valencia to pick up the owner of the yacht and his family. They are doing a European tour and will finish off with a cruise to the Balearic Islands.
I have spent the last months back home in Oklahoma with my grandparents. After the ordeal with Andre and his friends, I needed to be around some normal people. It was nice seeing my grandparents again, and of course they were happy to see their “little” Nat again. It had been almost six months since I left their farm.
I met with Captain Rasmus, a Norwegian man in his late fifties in Panama City before I went back to Oklahoma. He looks the typical sea captain, big red beard, wears a Captains hat and smokes a pipe. We hit it off and after some questions about my previous work experience he offered me the job as Stewart and I accepted. The yacht was in dry dock at the time, so it gave me time to fly home for a few months.
“Nat, how are you feeling?”
I turn my head slowly and see Steve walking across the teak deck towards me.
“I feel like shit and a half.”
“I brought you these,” he hands me two small pills.
“What are they?”
“Sea sickness pills, they will make you feel much better in an hour or so.”
“Thanks, I’m going to the cabin to lie down for a while.”
“No you are not, it will make you feel worse. Stay on deck and watch the horizon. Here I brought you some water as well.”
He gives me a plastic bottle of water and I take the pills with big gulps from the bottle.
Steve and I share a cabin, the Captain has his own and so does the Engineer, which is fine, Steve is cool, and has a good body. His tan is amazing and he always works in shorts since the owner is not here, and once they are on board we all have to wear uniforms.
“You might want to put a t shirt on Nat you are getting pink.”
I look at my arms and he is right. I have been wearing a bikini and forgot to put on sun lotion.
“Thanks, I’ll get one, wait here a minute.”
“I should have let you burn, now you will cover up those boobs of yours,” he says with a grin.
“See, that’s what you get for being a good guy.”
I walk away trying to look sexy, but I’m so dizzy I almost trip over my feet.
“Careful Nat,” I hear him call after me.
In our cabin I find a T-shirt in a drawer and put it on, I also put on some sun lotion on my face, arms and legs. I drop the cap to the bottle, and when I bend down to pick it up I see something sticking out under Steve’s mattress. I lift it up and there are three porn magazines under it. Interesting, let’s see what he likes to read I say to myself; Big Boobs, Shaved Pussies, and Lesbian Action. I smile and wonder why most guys like the same things when it comes to porn. Steve is twenty five and has been working on the Avenger for the last three years, before that he worked for a major cruise line, and has been around the world twice. I guess he hasn’t had much time to score with girls, they work you hard on the cruise lines and the private yachts are not much better.
I put the magazines back, and walk out of the cabin.
“Feeling better?” says Steve when he sees me.
“Actually I do, thanks to the pills.”
“No problem. Listen, I’ll show you around the yacht so you get acquainted with all the areas.”
“Sounds like fun, you lead the way.”
The first stop on my tour is the state room. It has teak paneled walls, there are two big leather sofas and several chairs. There is fully stocked bar and a sound system. At the press of a button the wall slides to the side and reveal a 50” LCD screen, and DVD player. From here we go down to where the cabins are. The crew cabins are in the stern while the others are aft. They are six of them, all the same size and pretty much have the same decorations, leather, teak and art on the walls with ship motifs. There are sound systems and LCD screens in all of them, and all have in-suite bathrooms.
Steve shows me the kitchen which is bigger than I had expected.
“So this is where you make our food?” I ask.
“Yes, but only during this voyage. When we arrive in Valencia the usual Chef will come on board. He is a German, a little grumpy but a good guy.”
“Can I see the control room?”
“Sure.”
We walk up on deck and then a further two floors up and enter the control room. Captain Rasmus is there as usual, with a cup of steaming hot coffee and his pipe lit.
“Hello Captain,” I say.
“Hi Nat, no need to be so formal, it’s only crew on board.”
“Steve has been nice enough to show me around, and it’s a fantastic yacht.”
“That it is, and you should get to know it well before the owners arrive.”
“Let’s go Nat, you can help me make lunch, but first I need to pick something up in the cabin,” says Steve.
Back in the cabin he rummages through his drawers looking for something, and I take the opportunity to give him a hard time.
“Guess what?” I say sitting on my bed. “I found your porn stash Steve.”
He freezes, and slowly turns to me.
“I’m sorry, I hope you don’t feel offended or something,” he says.
“Not at all, I have nothing against porn, I actually like it. I was just wondering, will you be jerking off in here at night?”
His face goes red as a tomato.
“What do you mean?” he mumbles.
“Well, I assume the porn is to get a hard on and a hard on is to be used, either fucking or jerking off, right?”
“Mm.”
He looks very uncomfortable, and I enjoy it.
“Since I’m in the bed next to yours, I just want to know how often you intend to play with yourself, and more or less at what times. I don’t want to interrupt you by mistake, maybe walking in on you.
“I don’t know, Nat, you make me feel like a pervert.”
I giggle, and say, “C’mon Steve, I’m just giving you a hard time. Maybe you can lend me a magazine? I might need to play with myself too.”
As I speak my hand has come up to one of my boobs and I massage it a little, making sure Steve sees me doing it. As I expected it has its desired effect, he looks away.
“Don’t be shy Steve, you can watch if you want, let’s do it right now. I feel much better.”
I take off my T-shirt and use both my hands on my boobs, soon the bikini top is on the floor and I’m sitting topless in front of him. He has sat down on his bed, and is looking intently at me. If he was a dog, his tongue would be hanging out.
“Do you like them? I ask huskily.
“Yes”
“Take out your cock, I want to see it.”
He fumbles with his shorts but takes them off, and out springs a nice circumcised cock. The head is blood red and big, the shaft is long and thick. He has a bush of pubic hair and his balls are quite big.
“Nice,” I say as I let a hand slide down into my bikini bottoms.
I spread my legs and let a finger brush over my slit while I watch as Steve grabs his cock and slowly begins to jerk it. It doesn’t take long until I can see pre-cum glister, and his movements become faster.
I take off my bikini bottom and lay down on the bed with my knees up, then I insert two fingers in my wet pussy and begin to finger fuck myself.
Steve’s eyes almost pop out of his skull.
“Come here Steve, taste my pussy,” I moan.
He is in between my legs in a flash, licking and sucking my cunt. He lets his tongue run around the slit and tickles my clit until I squirm and begin to thrust my crotch against his face.
“C’mon, lie on the bed, I want to suck you while you lick me.” I say.
Once on top of him I take his hard cock deep in my mouth. As I let my lips close around his shaft I realize I haven’t had a cock in my mouth for a very long time, and God have I missed it.
Steve is doing a great job with my pussy, he has my clit between his lips, and has opened me up with his fingers, one second sucking the clit and the other running his tongue along the slit all the way to my anus.
“Stick a finger in my ass Steve, I love that.”
He complies and soon I feel his finger penetrating me, and I sigh with pleasure.
It doesn’t take long until he climaxes, poor thing has probably been without sex longer than I. As I feel his balls contract I take him as deep as I can, taking his cum down my gullet. Then I lick his cock head clean, every drop is squeezed out and licked off. Just when I finish cleaning him, I feel my own orgasm coming, so I press my pussy against his face, and he responds by sucking harder on my clit.
I moan out my orgasm, and just lay there breathing heavy.
“Can we do this often? It’s going to be a long voyage to Valencia, and at least I think this is a great way to spend our free time.” Asks Steve from under my pussy, his voice muffled.
I laugh and say, “I couldn’t agree with you more. We have to do this more often.”
