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Abandon Ship: Part 1
Abandon
Ship!: Part 1
Two
virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the
Victorian-era
By Big galute. Listen to the Podcast Steamy Stories.
"Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"
We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our
splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the
passengers and crew seemingly lost.
I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and
upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small
pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my
head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just
me.
I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think,
my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.
Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my
first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died
when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea,
then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader,
sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler
furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.
The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace,
reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my
waistline.
"Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"
I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit
wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can
you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods
away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me.
I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to
paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I
think I passed out again.
"Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice
was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard
in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from
me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one
elbow.
"I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it."
The wispy voice directed.
I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear
life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand
grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in
by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"
I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked
myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so.
"Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and
bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my
lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a
fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.
I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and
wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes
closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you
from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.
I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words
being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel’ looking down
at me as I opened my eyes.
"Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting. I
think I smiled back and then tried to sit up
"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I
felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.
The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear
the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going
overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.
I shook my head, in the affirmative.
"I think you must have banged your head pretty
badly’” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of
it."
I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear.
"I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you
familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative.
"He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you
should be okay in a day or two."
I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an
angel?"
She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh
my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name’s
Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do.
What's your name?"
"Davy Arthur."
"Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I
call you Davy?"
I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what
the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me.
"Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She
asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.
I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water
and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around
our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi,
her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked
like some of the dress material tied around her head.
Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before
explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my
head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."
I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my
shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now
even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress
was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head.
"Thank you for rescuing me."
"No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did
you do on board, do you know how to navigate?"
"I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts
and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."
Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she
was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught
my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out
which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to
eat?"
I didn't know there was any food and must have looked
confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down
some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the
ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if
she would cry.
"I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were
on board."
She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in
England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled
wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here.
My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my
education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for
when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend
university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.
Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about
myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now
wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had
gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.
She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded
and smiled back
"I think we have another few hours of sun before it
gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can
make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and
was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material
around my head and waited to see what food we had.
"If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and
water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured
meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of
the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I
waited for her to start.
"Bon app tit." She declared, then took
her first bite.
Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said,
"It means enjoy your meal, in French."
"Bon app tit." I tried back.
Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think
our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are
to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more
trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."
I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How
are we going to make a sail?" I asked.
She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That
one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt
to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As
the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."
She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't
you think it'll work?" she asked.
"It's not that." I clarified.
"What then?" She said in a puzzled state.
I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without
my belt."
Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing,
"Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."
I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own
cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"
I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling
face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments
also."
We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the
whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in
the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter.
Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it.
"How shall we do this,” Jemi implored;
“Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail
first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the
small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these
ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best
of times, not alone balance on a small boat."
She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me
a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening
her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are
funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this
boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.
Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued
in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I
saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me,
her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her
hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her
chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but
couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that
first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped
breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had
a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath
escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other
stocking.
As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked
straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"
I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found
myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may
only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."
She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my
hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm
sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the
way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat
and there's so many things I want to experience before I die."
She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed
a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer
and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and
softness of her probing tongue.
I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke
the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my
britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast
first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head.
"I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of
sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it
first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed
with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned
around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."
Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come
on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still
have my chemise on."
Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly
remembering something, "What?" I asked.
"Nothing really, we'll address it later." I didn't
know what it was but I could tell she was blushing, the back of her neck
reddening also.
I was all fingers and thumbs as I undid her buttons, the
situation not helped by Jemi animatedly deploring the gowns women
were expected to wear and wondering why they shouldn't be allowed to wear
britches and shirts also.
"I don't know, that's just the way it is."
Was the best I could offer.
"Poppycock, that's no reason for anything." I
smiled at her temper and spirit.
When all the buttons were undone, Jemi still
struggled to get her arms out of the tight sleeves "Don't just sit there,
help me," She ordered. This involved me leaning forward, putting my arms
around her and pulling the sleeves as she pushed back, our bodies pressed tight
together and my head wedged beside hers. I thought to kiss her cheek but dared
not.
With the top of her dress now off Jemi sat upright
and began to remove her petticoats, I took the liberty of staying where I was, with Jemi's dress
covered bottom wedged firmly between my spread legs. As the last petticoat came
off I saw the back of her corset, the gaps between the tight ties revealing her
sleeveless chemise and the beautiful soft skin of her upper back. I had seen
washer women stripped down to similar garments as they pummeled wet clothing in
the street, but none of them seemed as alluring or forbidden as this fair
damsel.
Jemi sat there waiting for me to move, "Come on
Davy, undo this blasted corset."
"Yes ma'am." I said emphatically, and was
delighted to hear Jemi giggle.
"Finally, I can now breath." Jemi shouted
to the world. I knew what Jemi meant but if I was to be honest I
didn't see much difference, her slim waist and shapely back looking the same to
me. "We'll need some of those bones to keep the sail stiff." Jemi said
as she laid the corset down.
I had no real idea of the time or how much daylight we had
left, maybe 90 minutes or so. I was in no hurry, happy to admire Jemi's back,
but I could tell she was restless and a little uncertain; eventually she turned
and looked at me.
"How much do you know about ladies undergarments?"
She could tell by my face that the answer was nothing.
"This is the latest chemise design, all in one
piece,” She explained. “The bloomers connected to the top, far less
bulky than wearing multiple layers." I nodded, having no idea where this
was going, watching Jemi's face as it went beetroot red, "As
such it is open in the middle, when I take my dress off you'll be able to see
everything,"
It was my turn to blush as the meaning of this dawned on
me, Jemi's hand touched my reddened face gently, "Oh Davy,
you're such a sweetie. Now you must promise not to laugh."
"Why would I laugh?"
"Well the garments look ridiculous and you'll see
everything." She said with a painful expression on her face.
"I promise."
"Good, now lie back." She ordered, in a mock
serious tone.
"Yes ma'am." Was my answer to Jemi's latest
order, she pursed her lips and gave me an evil stare before smiling.
I lay down and Jemi turned again, lying down
between my legs, her whole weight against my crotch as she set her feet and
lifted her hips, using her hands to wiggle the dress down. I knew I shouldn't
be looking but couldn't help myself, my eyes first drawn to her high bust and
the hard little nubs that poked through her chemise, then to the little wisps
of golden hair, clearly visible as she arched her pelvis upwards to get the
dress off.
I was suddenly mortified, Jemi must undoubtedly be
aware of my own hardness, rammed as it was between her shoulder blades. I was
struck by a funny memory of some of the rather lewd terms I'd heard other
sailors use for a penis. Words like rudder, maypole, tallywacker; to name
but a few. My memories were interrupted by movement, rather than sitting
upright and slapping my face as I'd expected, Jemi was pushing
backwards, her body grinding against mine till our heads were level and never
before felt sensations were pulsing through my rudder.
When she stopped she turned her head and kissed my cheek,
"Thank you for the help with my dress." She sat upright, seemingly
happy that she had left me with my mouth open and mute.
Jemi’s crotch was covered lightly in strawberry
blonde curly hair. Her full outer lips were a rich hew of
pink. Her derrier was smooth & round, and as prominent as
her swaying breasts, with two large and very pink nipples pointing slightly
upward.
"Now for the sail." She said as she
grabbed the knife.
At best it would be a rather simple sail, with one of us
holding one side to help direct the boat. We saved half the dress to cover
ourselves and used the other half to mimic a sail, small enough to handle, but
hopefully big enough to be effective. Jemi was surprisingly
proficient with the knife and had soon cut the materials and threaded the whale
bone so that the sail was ready.
Being busy and working as a team temporarily took my mind
off Jemi's state of undress, the situation only coming back to me as
I secured the sail to the oar and Jemi told me to lash it upright
using my belt. I did this from a sitting position and then Jemi sat
smiling at me, her knees bent up and slightly apart, as she told me to stand
and hold the sail stiff.
The little glimpse between her parted legs, the thought of
soon being exposed to this woman and her whole confident, sexy demeanor had my
eighteen year old maypole devilishly stiff as I stood up, my britches falling
as I knew they would and Jemi staring wide eyed.
"Is that a normal size?"Jemi asked as she
moved closer to study it as if it were an exhibit, I shrugged my shoulders not
really knowing the answer, "It looks very big to go inside one's
body." I again shrugged my shoulders, my maypole twitching involuntarily
as I wondered if that was what she had in mind. Much to my surprise Jemi then
started giggling, "What a funny thing, it seems to have a mind of its own.
Do you think it could get that hard and large every hour, we could use it as a
sun dial." She obviously thought this very amusing as her laughter
increased, and I found myself laughing also an
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Abandon
Ship!: Part 1
Two
virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the
Victorian-era
By Big galute. Listen to the Podcast Steamy Stories.
"Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"
We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our
splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the
passengers and crew seemingly lost.
I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and
upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small
pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my
head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just
me.
I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think,
my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.
Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my
first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died
when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea,
then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader,
sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler
furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.
The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace,
reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my
waistline.
"Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"
I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit
wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can
you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods
away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me.
I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to
paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I
think I passed out again.
"Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice
was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard
in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from
me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one
elbow.
"I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it."
The wispy voice directed.
I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear
life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand
grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in
by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"
I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked
myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so.
"Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and
bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my
lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a
fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.
I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and
wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes
closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you
from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.
I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words
being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel’ looking down
at me as I opened my eyes.
"Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting. I
think I smiled back and then tried to sit up
"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I
felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.
The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear
the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going
overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.
I shook my head, in the affirmative.
"I think you must have banged your head pretty
badly’” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of
it."
I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear.
"I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you
familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative.
"He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you
should be okay in a day or two."
I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an
angel?"
She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh
my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name’s
Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do.
What's your name?"
"Davy Arthur."
"Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I
call you Davy?"
I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what
the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me.
"Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She
asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.
I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water
and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around
our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi,
her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked
like some of the dress material tied around her head.
Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before
explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my
head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."
I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my
shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now
even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress
was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head.
"Thank you for rescuing me."
"No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did
you do on board, do you know how to navigate?"
"I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts
and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."
Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she
was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught
my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out
which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to
eat?"
I didn't know there was any food and must have looked
confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down
some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the
ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if
she would cry.
"I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were
on board."
She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in
England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled
wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here.
My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my
education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for
when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend
university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.
Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about
myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now
wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had
gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.
She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded
and smiled back
"I think we have another few hours of sun before it
gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can
make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and
was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material
around my head and waited to see what food we had.
"If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and
water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured
meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of
the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I
waited for her to start.
"Bon app tit." She declared, then took
her first bite.
Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said,
"It means enjoy your meal, in French."
"Bon app tit." I tried back.
Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think
our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are
to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more
trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."
I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How
are we going to make a sail?" I asked.
She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That
one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt
to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As
the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."
She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't
you think it'll work?" she asked.
"It's not that." I clarified.
"What then?" She said in a puzzled state.
I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without
my belt."
Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing,
"Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."
I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own
cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"
I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling
face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments
also."
We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the
whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in
the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter.
Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it.
"How shall we do this,” Jemi implored;
“Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail
first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the
small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these
ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best
of times, not alone balance on a small boat."
She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me
a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening
her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are
funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this
boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.
Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued
in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I
saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me,
her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her
hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her
chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but
couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that
first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped
breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had
a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath
escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other
stocking.
As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked
straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"
I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found
myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may
only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."
She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my
hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm
sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the
way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat
and there's so many things I want to experience before I die."
She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed
a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer
and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and
softness of her probing tongue.
I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke
the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my
britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast
first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head.
"I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of
sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it
first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed
with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned
around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."
Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come
on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still
have my chemise on."
Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly
remembering something, "What?" I asked.
"Nothing really, we'll address it later." I didn't
know what it was but I could tell she was blushing, the back of her neck
reddening also.
I was all fingers and thumbs as I undid her buttons, the
situation not helped by Jemi animatedly deploring the gowns women
were expected to wear and wondering why they shouldn't be allowed to wear
britches and shirts also.
"I don't know, that's just the way it is."
Was the best I could offer.
"Poppycock, that's no reason for anything." I
smiled at her temper and spirit.
When all the buttons were undone, Jemi still
struggled to get her arms out of the tight sleeves "Don't just sit there,
help me," She ordered. This involved me leaning forward, putting my arms
around her and pulling the sleeves as she pushed back, our bodies pressed tight
together and my head wedged beside hers. I thought to kiss her cheek but dared
not.
With the top of her dress now off Jemi sat upright
and began to remove her petticoats, I took the liberty of staying where I was, with Jemi's dress
covered bottom wedged firmly between my spread legs. As the last petticoat came
off I saw the back of her corset, the gaps between the tight ties revealing her
sleeveless chemise and the beautiful soft skin of her upper back. I had seen
washer women stripped down to similar garments as they pummeled wet clothing in
the street, but none of them seemed as alluring or forbidden as this fair
damsel.
Jemi sat there waiting for me to move, "Come on
Davy, undo this blasted corset."
"Yes ma'am." I said emphatically, and was
delighted to hear Jemi giggle.
"Finally, I can now breath." Jemi shouted
to the world. I knew what Jemi meant but if I was to be honest I
didn't see much difference, her slim waist and shapely back looking the same to
me. "We'll need some of those bones to keep the sail stiff." Jemi said
as she laid the corset down.
I had no real idea of the time or how much daylight we had
left, maybe 90 minutes or so. I was in no hurry, happy to admire Jemi's back,
but I could tell she was restless and a little uncertain; eventually she turned
and looked at me.
"How much do you know about ladies undergarments?"
She could tell by my face that the answer was nothing.
"This is the latest chemise design, all in one
piece,” She explained. “The bloomers connected to the top, far less
bulky than wearing multiple layers." I nodded, having no idea where this
was going, watching Jemi's face as it went beetroot red, "As
such it is open in the middle, when I take my dress off you'll be able to see
everything,"
It was my turn to blush as the meaning of this dawned on
me, Jemi's hand touched my reddened face gently, "Oh Davy,
you're such a sweetie. Now you must promise not to laugh."
"Why would I laugh?"
"Well the garments look ridiculous and you'll see
everything." She said with a painful expression on her face.
"I promise."
"Good, now lie back." She ordered, in a mock
serious tone.
"Yes ma'am." Was my answer to Jemi's latest
order, she pursed her lips and gave me an evil stare before smiling.
I lay down and Jemi turned again, lying down
between my legs, her whole weight against my crotch as she set her feet and
lifted her hips, using her hands to wiggle the dress down. I knew I shouldn't
be looking but couldn't help myself, my eyes first drawn to her high bust and
the hard little nubs that poked through her chemise, then to the little wisps
of golden hair, clearly visible as she arched her pelvis upwards to get the
dress off.
I was suddenly mortified, Jemi must undoubtedly be
aware of my own hardness, rammed as it was between her shoulder blades. I was
struck by a funny memory of some of the rather lewd terms I'd heard other
sailors use for a penis. Words like rudder, maypole, tallywacker; to name
but a few. My memories were interrupted by movement, rather than sitting
upright and slapping my face as I'd expected, Jemi was pushing
backwards, her body grinding against mine till our heads were level and never
before felt sensations were pulsing through my rudder.
When she stopped she turned her head and kissed my cheek,
"Thank you for the help with my dress." She sat upright, seemingly
happy that she had left me with my mouth open and mute.
Jemi’s crotch was covered lightly in strawberry
blonde curly hair. Her full outer lips were a rich hew of
pink. Her derrier was smooth & round, and as prominent as
her swaying breasts, with two large and very pink nipples pointing slightly
upward.
"Now for the sail." She said as she
grabbed the knife.
At best it would be a rather simple sail, with one of us
holding one side to help direct the boat. We saved half the dress to cover
ourselves and used the other half to mimic a sail, small enough to handle, but
hopefully big enough to be effective. Jemi was surprisingly
proficient with the knife and had soon cut the materials and threaded the whale
bone so that the sail was ready.
Being busy and working as a team temporarily took my mind
off Jemi's state of undress, the situation only coming back to me as
I secured the sail to the oar and Jemi told me to lash it upright
using my belt. I did this from a sitting position and then Jemi sat
smiling at me, her knees bent up and slightly apart, as she told me to stand
and hold the sail stiff.
The little glimpse between her parted legs, the thought of
soon being exposed to this woman and her whole confident, sexy demeanor had my
eighteen year old maypole devilishly stiff as I stood up, my britches falling
as I knew they would and Jemi staring wide eyed.
"Is that a normal size?"Jemi asked as she
moved closer to study it as if it were an exhibit, I shrugged my shoulders not
really knowing the answer, "It looks very big to go inside one's
body." I again shrugged my shoulders, my maypole twitching involuntarily
as I wondered if that was what she had in mind. Much to my surprise Jemi then
started giggling, "What a funny thing, it seems to have a mind of its own.
Do you think it could get that hard and large every hour, we could use it as a
sun dial." She obviously thought this very amusing as her laughter
increased, and I found myself laughing also an
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