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Emma needed a job. The college term ended in two weeks and she had to find some money for the rent on her flat. A quick look through the situations vacant in the local paper hadn't identified anything which caught her attention, the bar jobs had all gone by the time she had been able to spare a minute from her studies to do the rounds of the pubs and bars. All that was left was the post office window ads, perhaps a few hours cleaning at some god awful time in the morning. What a life!
`Wanted deckhands, 6 weeks, experience preferred'
That looked promising, she was definitely experienced having grown up by the sea and spent most of her life out of school on it or under it. Definitely worth a call she thought as she dialled.
Two weeks later she stood on the quay of the small harbour looking at her home for the next few weeks. It wasn't exactly what she had imagined but hey, who cared she was prepared to give it a go.
The `Adventure' was what could only be described as a small floating palace. Gleaming white in the early morning sun, she stood out from the other boats and yachts as she dwarfed them, her upper decks and bridge towering over even the largest vessels in the small harbour.
With trepidation Emma stepped onto the gangplank and made her way onto the boat. At the top she was met by a casually dressed man in a blue T-shirt and white shorts. He stood easily 6'4", with long blond hair and an easy smile.
"Hi I'm the captain, but we don't go in for much formality so every body calls me CA, as in short for Captain Abraham. Get your below and see Sarah, she'll get you kitted out and show you your bunk.
The interior of the boat was tastefully decorated with wood panelling, pastel shades and soft lighting.
Sarah was in the galley making tea and toast. She looked to be in her mid twenties, around 5'8" slim with the reddest hair Emma had ever seen.
"Hi I'm Sarah, deckhand, chef and general dogsbody, welcome aboard. Dump your stuff in the cabin on the left, the top bunks mine. Grab your kit and come and give me a hand.
The cabin reflected Emma's position on the boat. To describe it as small was doing it a favour. The bunk beds took up most of the room, with just enough room for a small shower/toilet area, a tall slim cupboard and a chest of drawers with a small TV and DVD player on top. Lying on the bottom bunk were three dark blue T-shirts, with `Adventure' emblazoned across the chest and an equal number of white shorts.
Emma slid her small bag of clothing under the bottom bunk, and peeled of her own T-shirt and _ length trousers.
Pulling the crew shirt over her head it fitted snugly and she realised that the details she had given over the phone had been used to provide her with the right sized clothes.
The shorts fitted equally as well, in fact she felt as if they were moulded to her. Checking herself in the mirror by the shower she realised that she looked pretty `hot'. Her 34C breasts were definitely highlighted by the tight shirt and her bum seemed more pert in the tight shorts. Only one thing spoiled the overall image. She quickly slipped the shorts down, opened her bag and rummaged around for some white knickers. The dark blue ones she had put on that morning showed clearly through the thin material. The only thing she could find was a lacy white thong, which would have to do. Pulling the thin strings up around her hips she tugged the shorts back on and made her way to the galley.
"Welcome aboard. There's just you, me, CA and CA's son Tom, so we keep things pretty informal round here Your job is just to make sure the owners and their guest have everything they want, help me in the kitchen and generally keep things shipshape and tidy. At the moment only Mrs Lawson, the owner's wife is aboard, we'll be picking up Mr Lawson and some guests next week. Your first job is to take this up to the master cabin. When you've done that see CA on deck and he'll give you a tour of the boat."
Sarah passed her a tray of tea and toast
"It's up two sets of steps and then along the corridor to the bow"
As Emma approached the master cabin she noticed the door was slightly ajar, just as she was about to knock she heard a groan for inside. It was definitely not the sort of groan which comes with pain, more the sort caused by extreme pleasure.
Stepping lightly she put her eye to the crack in the door
On the large bed was a woman on all fours, her blond hair hanging down over her face, behind her was what could only be described as a younger version of CA. He looked as if he had just stepped off a surfboard, his hair was sun-bleached blond, his broad shoulders were tanned and muscled and his `six pack had obviously taken hours of work in the gym .He was thrusting his cock in and out of the woman, each thrust bringing a new groan of pleasure from the woman.
As she watched Emma saw him withdraw his hard cock, with one hand roll the woman over onto her back, and with the other he began to stroke himself. The woman reached down and cupped his balls in her red nailed hand and gently massaged him as he erupted, his cum flooding across the woman's belly. The woman scooped the cum into her fingers then slowly brought them up to the boys mouth. Opening his mouth he sucked the cum from her fingers.
Emma was stunned, she wasn't a virgin, in fact she'd had a few boyfriends at the college and had some very enjoyable moments, but she had never seen anything as erotic as the two people in front of her.
The woman's voice shocked her back into reality
"Don't just stand there come in."
"Hi you must be our newest crew member. I'm Erin, and this young stud is the other member of the crew, Tom. Say hello Tom."
Tom swallowed and a cheeky grin formed on his face. "Hi"
Emma allowed her self to steal a glance down his belly and saw that his cock was as developed as his muscles. He was shaved completely bare, his thick stem now hung limply, the purple glans slick with cum, his smooth balls tight and firm.
Emma placed the tray down on the bedside cabinet, she was more turned on than she could ever remember, she could feel her panties were damp and she knew that she would definitely be taking a quick `break' before she did any more work.
As she stepped up to the bed the woman's hand slid out and gently brushed against her inner thigh.
"I see we managed to get the right size shorts and top for you"
The touch was like a lightening bolt travelling up her leg and into her belly. The strength went out of her legs and she sagged against the bed.
"Tom I think Emma needs a hand"
She felt two strong hands take hold of her arms and gently lay her back on to the bed. She felt fingers unbuttoning her shorts and more hands lifting her T-shirt over her head. She looked up to see Tom fling her shorts across the room and then she looked up to see Erin's lips descending towards her.
Erin's lips were soft but persistent. Gently opening her mouth, Emma allowed her tongue to be caressed by Erin, her lips massaging hers; Erin's tongue changed becoming more forceful, thrusting deep into her mouth.
Erin broke contact, pulling her towards her, twisting her around so that her back was against Erin's firm breasts. She felt her bra unhook and then firm hands sliding over her breasts, finding her engorged nipples, flashes of fire burning down her belly.
He felt the stings of her thong slip from her hips, the lacy protection slide away, revealing her puffy, pink lips, barely covered by her drenched gossamer hairs. Her clitoris swollen from it's hood.
Hands parted her thighs, a mouth moved slowly upwards, across her sensitive inner thigh, a tongue snaked out and made contact with her pussy lips, parting the sweet flesh, the tongue burrowing into her, then slipping across her clit.
The hands and the tongue became one sensation, she felt herself building to her climax, her hand holding Tom's blond hair, guiding him to her clit once, again. Her climax burst across his face covering his features in girl cum.
Emma looked up as he pulled away from her, a grin on his face, his mouth dripping with her juices. She pulled him towards her and buried her tongue in his mouth, tasting herself for the first time.
As Tom leant in to her she could feel his cock transforming, hardening and growing. She reached for him and was astonished to find that her fingers could barely encircle him. His cock was at least eight inches. She could feel every vein and pulse as he grew. Sliding her fingers along his length she sought out his balls. The sac was like warm satin beneath her fingers, completely smooth, she wanted them, she wanted to taste them. She pulled him up towards her. Her tongue lapped at the silky head then slid down his length. She lifted him up and greedily sucked first one then both of his balls to her mouth.
As she massaged his balls with her tongue five red-nailed fingers began to slide up and down his stem, each stroke stretching him tightly.
Emma let his balls slide from her mouth and allowed her own hand to join Erin's working Tom's cock in unison.
His cock grew harder as he neared his orgasm, Emma knew there was only one place she wanted his cum, opening her mouth Erin guided him to her entrance as he exploded, sticky salty cum filled her mouth, and dribbled down her chin.
She collapsed back against Erin, as Tom rolled away.
Welcome to the `Adventure'
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