To understand the story I first need to setup some things. It is a long story, but here are the essentials. I own an old boat. A 38m ‘Spits’ boat for hauling cargo that has been remodelled to be a house and a ‘hotel’. An added extra floor offers more than enough space. I offer river cruises on the European rivers for up to 6 people very comfortably, offering it to one group at a time. It is geared for people with too much money, which was easier than you might think. The luxury layer is surprisingly small over the harsh steel exterior. The most difficult thing was installing the hot tub in the front behind glass, so the rich can watch as we move through the rivers. As the ‘hotel’ is rather small it is easy to clean, and I offer chef cooking besides.
Something about myself. I’m a big, man by nature, training regularly to stay well muscled. Thanks to my cooking the remainder is filled out very well, but generally I feel more massive than fat. So far the girls tend to agree. I was still young at 26 at the time.
During the times that I have clients on the boat I’m all 100% professional. Always in a captain suit, full of authority when needed, but relaxed because you have such a great understanding with these customers specifically. It is expected and they eat that shit up.
However, one time I wasn’t so professional.
It was just another cruise. Three people. Mother, father and one daughter. The rest of the siblings had decided not to come, but the daughter went for the paid vacation I guess. I think she was 24 or so. In many ways she was a typical rich kid. All the weird expensive clothes, sunglasses and shoes. All fashion no practicality, especially on a boat. She did look well though. Her breasts might have been a C, but they were deceptively looking like D or bigger in her clothes, threatening to jump out of her fabrics. Her ass was definitely present, making me wonder if there was a ‘hip moving when walking’ class for rich people. There was definitely no tigh gap here, which I love. Well formed, but with meat!
We had anchored in a lake for a day or two for swimming and a quaint village a little down the way. The parents had the tender to go to the shore. I was preparing the boat in general to move again. I had just gotten both jet ski’s back on board (insane hassle on your own) and went downstairs to clean the bedrooms as I had promised. Outside of that I treat it as a private space if I have paying customers.
My suspicion is that she was waiting. As soon as the heavy door closed behind me, the door to the bathroom swung open. Instead of her usual expensive clothes she was now wearing the cheapest she owned. All she was wearing was one of the fluffy towels, draped over her arm.
As I said, I’m a professional. I do not blush or be embarrassed. I can see someone so sexual unexpectedly naked and not think or feel a thing. However, if she sees me, looks (genuinely) surprised, doesn’t cover herself and only says ‘oops’ with a smile… It kind of eroded a all of my professional behaviour right out. My eyes went gleefully down her body. Full round breasts, nice belly, nicely groomed fuzz and then the absence of the tigh gap preventing to see more. Curvy legs for days, even though she was a head shorter than me. I should’ve said a courteous apology, turned around and walked away. I’m glad I didn’t.
Trying to still be professional, despite ogling her freely, talked about the one other thing that was still in my mind. I asked her if she was prepared for us moving again today. She on the other hand made some incredibly lame jokes about water, things being wet and the waves her body could make. I felt my cock hard in my pants before I knew it. Trying to cling to the last shred of professionalism I told her that I needed to clean the bedrooms. She only smiled, told me “after”, and turned around to walk to the stairs. She knew she had me. I was watching her do that hip thing, making her ass move so much.
Up the stairs and down the door to the hot tub, knowing I was playing with my sole source of income. I slid my arms around her from behind, feeling her breasts through my captain suit. Her ass moved against my hips, feeling my cock. I was impatient, moving my hand down her belly and through the soft hairs. The pressure on my fingers increased excitedly as I found very wet lips to tease. Even more so when I found a tiny slick bump in all that warm flesh.
She was enjoying it for a good while, shaking and moaning in my arms, when she asked me if I had a condom. I was happy I did. She tore off my pants and even started on my shoes as I rushed to put on the condom. When she got up again she stroked my ready cock as I started to take off the top half of my suit. “Keep it on”, she told me. Afterwards she reclined on one of the deck chairs, finally showing a gap at her tighs to invite me in.
I had all this time still been wrestling with professionalism and playing with my sole source of income. I had hoped a bit that just fingering her would have been enough. But getting on top of her while she angled my stiff member was a horrible feeling that made me smile beyond belief. I was too enthusiastic when pressing in, thinking it was painful, but she then pressed me all the way in herself. After that all my enthusiasm as I plowed her was appreciated. She clawed at my ass and the remainder of my suit, moaning a few things in her own language I guessed were things like “Right there!” “Keep going!” and other encouraging words as she smacked her hips against mine in my hard rhythm. The only one I’m really certain off was the “FUCK YES!” every so often. Quickly after we started we were transpiring in the summer sun behind glass. First there were tiny diamonds on her skin, but all too soon the extra sweat as well as my body moving over her made her skin shine as if she was oiled.
Though I was listening to her moan and watching her expressions, it was mostly for my own pleasure. That is why her orgasm caught me by surprise. She grabbed the deck chair tight at the top , raising her hips and her breasts slowly with a slight shake. Then a beautiful sigh, pitched at the end as her hips moved up and down erratically. All the while I just enthusiastically kept pumping.
When she recovered a bit she got on her hands and knees on the deck chair. Another inviting smile as she put one hand on the head of the chair and the other on my suit. I was going at it again in a wink. Now I really saw the waves she was talking about earlier. Her ass rippling as I slammed my hips into her. I could see her breasts move in a way I can only think of as sex. She mentioned something in her native tongue before saying “grab my hair”. As I pulled and played with her hair, she tightened her grip on my suit that I was afraid would rip something as she tried to stabilise herself.
I was in my own little world of pleasure, but she apparently wasn’t. She mentioned to stop and walked to the starboard window, which was still a good sight to see. “They’re coming”, she mentioned. I saw the tender coming back, making our sweaty session to an end. We would have enough time to prepare I guessed, and we were almost certainly too far away to be seen I rationalised. Along with the glare of the window… “I need you to finish.”, she interrupted my musings.
I stared at her, wanting to say all the things about time, my job and more. But she was sweaty and still breathing hard, breathing sex. Wordlessly I took her by the hand towards the other side, put her against the wall and started fucking her with a single purpose. She moaned and struggled with the pleasure harder than before. I thought it was just for my benefit, but she suddenly lost the power in her arms and legs as she came again. I could hold her up by sheer strength, making me feel like I held an oversized handheld fuck toy as I tried to finish myself. “This only works if you help me”, I told her off.
“Yes captain”, she murmured breathlessly after a few more hot seconds. She regained her stance to let me fuck her harder. She started moaning things to help me. How she wanted me to come. Blast that condom full. Come from her body. I already felt the orgasm build quickly as she delivered the final blows. “You can take the condom off. Just come inside me. Do it.”
I did not stop pounding as I felt it rise, then the cum spilling out. It felt as if a hydroelectric dam unleashed all it’s water at once, relieving the pressure. All the while the happy electricity pricked all along my skin.
After a few more celebratory thrusts, I got out of her to take stock. She was wet and shining from sweat. I was much the same for my legs and head, but my suit was unkempt, even dishevelled, wet from sweat and generally looked like I had sex in it. She was the easy part. “Go to the shower”, I told her. Quickly I started to put on my clothes. She helped me instead of going, but she was as nimble getting it on as getting it off was. She took the condom just before pulling my underwear and pants and fixing them.
“What will you do?” she asked me.
I just marched her down the stairs as I just told her “leave it to me”.
I pushed her naked in the bathroom, making a mental note to clear the towel from the deck chair. “You’ve just gone showering.” I told her as her cover story. I closed the door as she was looking at me, displaying her body one last time. Just in time I saw the condom. She couldn’t throw that away here. I took it from her, feeling it was now colder to the touch, but still somehow warm and heavy from the memory.
I went to the engine room, grabbed a few tools and pulled up my sleeves. I made my arms and sadly a bit of my suit dirty before going up. It was another good minute before the tender arrived, but I was still sweating in the sun.
With their help we lifted the tender on the back of the boat, I excused that I didn’t have time to clean their room as I was fixing something minor from the engine and if they were ready to leave in an hour. All the time I hoped they couldn’t smell the sex and cum over the smell of the engine. It seemed to have worked, but I could smell it all the time as a pleasant yet terrifying reminder.
Afterwards we both were fully professional. No one seemed the wiser. Nothing seemed to have changed in the dynamic. She did come the night after for a good few hours of fun, but afterwards she seemed to have her satisfaction and didn’t seduce me the rest of the trip, for which I’m actually grateful.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12ito60/as_a_captain_m26_i_was_seduced_to_commandeer_her
Great story and well written. A fun read. Thanks.