[edit] This is a chapter from a story I’ve been writing about a young couple, Sam and Greg – who have taken a wild adventure on a private, chartered sex cruise.
Sam, a straight but curious girl has been slowly exploring her bi-curious side with another beautiful girl, April.
I’ll add more if you enjoy it x
The black box was just suddenly there, sitting on the counter at the end of the room, as if it had been a magical apparition. During your sneaky afternoon nap you certainly didn’t see anyone deliver it to your cosy room, nor did the soft the click of the unlock-able red door at the end of the room alert you to any visitors.
Your body feels warm and soft in the bed sheets. You gently slide the soft covers down your body and they crumple around your tanned knees. Taking a few breaths of the warm, salty summer air, You slowly lean up on your elbows into the soft bed sheets – and the pillows draw breath behind you as you sit up, topless, your perky tits welcome the gentle breeze that flows through the large circular window in your cabin. The window was slightly ajar, a sparkling orange and pink ocean reflects the beautiful sunset, yellow sparks of he sun throw waves of watery light into your room and dance about the ceiling. Rugged tropical islands turn to musky shadows as the sun slowly sets though the slightly satly glass pane.
The bed is a perfect blend of soft, heavy and firm. It feels so good against your skin – The dark, wooden frame is a little more..dangerous, with small hooks and loop holes for handcuffs, crops, feathers and such. You notice small scrathes in the woodwork where you assume handcuffs or chains were used. You wonder who had been attached here before, and what devious acts were performed on them. You slowly reach up and place a finger on one of the hooks and pull yourself up out of bed, it had been a while since you slept totally naked and the feeling of the warm air and cool sheets on your skin was invigorating. This whole trip had been.
You turn your legs and place them on the cool, hardwood floor, rising up out of the bed as the sheets fall away from your naked hips. You stand up by the bed, the shimmering yellow light through the windows dances over your body. You turn and walk towards the wooden counter, aware the unlock-able door could be opened at any time – it was okay – your inhibitions had washed away over the week, and everyone on the cruise was really lovely. You stride across the room, tracking the black box as it sits, waiting on the wooden counter by the door, the surface deep black and soft. Velvet? Suede? You wonder what could fit inside such a shape – maybe the size of a small laptop bag. The thin container was wrapped in an even more curious black lace bow, with a small black card on the front.
‘Sam’
Written in a bright, fiery red ink with a pretty hand drawn love heart underneath. The corner of your mouth cracks into to a smile as you read the card.
You recognise the writing. It’s Hers.
You pull the small card from the box and flip it open.
‘Passion is freedom; surrendered wholly in service to desire – ‘
‘for only those who surrender their freedom, can really experience passion;’
– Anonymous
“Wear this under your dress tonight at dinner, show me you want to surrender xx”
Your mouth goes a little dry with excitement. April was dressing you for her enjoyment.
Surrender. Passion.
You feel your breath shorten as you reach your slender fingers towards the mysterious box. What did she mean by surrender? How dangerous was this? You gently bite your lip, curious and excited – you gently place your finger under the lip of the black lid, and it lifts open gently. You tilt your head slightly.
‘ooh-hoo’ You say aloud.
Amongst the red gift paper, lies black, shiny straps of material tangled around larger pieces of thin, black shiny leather – you recognize the shapes as underwear, and giggle as you hold up the shiny straps and bra. A corset sits underneath it all with a small shiny object catching your eye.
It was formal night on the cruise, and the captain had asked all the girls to wear dresses, and the men to wear their nicest suits. You had carefully packed 4 stunning dresses for this trip and your favourite was still unworn. It was a black thigh length gown, with an elegant single shoulder strap, all surrounded with shiny golden trimmings. It was beautiful, your boyfriend had bought it for you, but you’d not worn it yet.
You look at an old clock mounted on the wall – 5:42pm.
‘Time to get ready anyhow’ you say aloud.
You pause, and grab the black box and walk across the room towards the glass bathroom door, the opaque glass offering the simplest of privacies – behind the door was the dark shiny granite walls of the large shower, a white basin and luxurious mirror, just out of sight. You push open the glass door and step onto the granite floor, the cool, hard, cut rock cool against your warm feet. You feel a gentle thud and breeze as the glass door swings shut behind you.
Placing the black box on the counter, you reach for the large dial in the centre of the shower, and turn it to the left and towards you. Jets of hot water spill out from the large heads above – the temperature perfect. You step in and let the hot water wash over you. It feels wonderful, the large shower was all yours.
After a few moments of enjoying the water on your skin,you turn to the glass shelf nearby browse the selection of eight or so colourful ceramic pump bottles containing assorted scented body washes, shampoo, conditioners, even personal lubricants.
Rich, white cream fills your hands, as you slowly pump the shiny, dusky green bottle – the scent of melons and a hint of cinnamon fill the shower. It was an exquisite body wash.
Bubbles glisten and slide over your skin, as you wash off the day, your nap – your mind wonders what plans April has for you and that outfit. Hot bubbles drift down your neck and stream down over your tits.
‘Surrender’ – you picture her saying – you can almost hear her whisper in your ear as if she was standing there beside you.
Eyes closing, you lean your back against the granite wall. White streams of body wash crawl over your navel, down to your hips, leaving streams of sweet lotion behind them. You squeeze the loofah again, releasing another stream of bubbles over your neck, as the rivers of white cream search down the smooth curves of your back, your ass.
‘Surrender’ She whispers again, you picture her mouth almost brushing your ear.
The thought of her controlling you makes your heart start to race. Will you let her? Would you give her every desire she asked for?
What might it be? How far would she push you? Last time you let her control you, a stranger spilled his warm cum onto your chest while she watched. It was probably the most erotc thing you’d ever done – but how far would she go this time?
You squeeze the loofah once more. The cool bubbles contrasting the heat of the shower.
Would you let her do anything to you?
‘Surrender’ – You imagine her biting your ear as she whispers to you, pulling your face towards her glowing face.
Sliding your fingers over your soapy skin, you rub the sweet wash into your skin, gliding your hands over your tits and into your neck as you remember looking over to April’s gorgeous face as you pleased her, while pleasing the stranger with your mouth.
You smile, and turn the hot tap a little more, the lines of white now washing towards your feet, sliding towards the granite as they weave and flow down the back of your slender legs. The hot water pushes your limits as it trickles over your wrists – , the temperature edging between pleasure and pain.
‘Surrender’ – You imagine finally turning your mouth to hers and kissing her as she slowly pushes her fingers into your mouth, your hands tied in front of you. The heat of the shower now matched by the throbbing in your pussy. You think of her soft cheeks against yours, her silky lips wrapped around yours as her tongue slides down the side of yours.
‘mmm’ – you moan involuntarily in the shower and startle your eyes open. Heart pumping.
You take quick, deep breaths of the steamy air, and pinch your fingers together as you resist the urge to slide your fingers over your soapy clit. You look through the steam of the shower, towards the mysterious black box on the counter, tease your fingers up your soapy body and smile as you turn around, pumping the shampoo from the next jar and begin washing your hair and getting ready for tonight’s adventures.
You soon step out of the hot shower and towel your warm skin off, the hot summer air dries you faster than the cotton towel can, you love the heat, you feel graceful and desirable as the warmth swirls about your naked body…it’s not long before you find yourself staring at the box on the counter.
The wild fantasies still linger in your mind – You reach into the black box and lift out the first piece of material. You can see it’s clearly a pair of small black panies. You slowly look them over and pull at them with your fingers, testing their stretchiness. Another grin. You delicately bend forward, raise a leg and step into the cool material. Your other leg slides in and you wiggle the shiny panties up over your calves, knees, thighs until they pull tightly against your pussy and it stretc tight and shiny over your hips, burying a little into your ass, leaving a bit of your butt cheeks revealed. The leather feels sexy and cool against your skin, and you give a cheeky wiggle for yourself in the mirror as you giggle at how sexy they look on you.
‘kinky’ you whisper to yourself. Tight and cool against your skin,the pantirs highlight your ass and they dive over your hips Into your pretty pussy, black and smooth.
Next was the larger piece. Holding it up, you see the zipper and recognize the corset cut. It had a black zipper on the back and a peculiar shape on the front, as if it were missing some material. It looked as though it wrapped tightly around your waist, sitting just above your hips, with small studs and cutaway holes for your skin to peek through. The front gently sitting under your breasts with a raised peak between them, highlighting your tits as they sit perky above the leather below.
You place the soft zip against your belly with one hand, clip in the zipper with the other, and slowly pull the zip upwards. The buzz of the zip has a metallic purr to it. You pull the zip halfway as it tightens, giving you just enough room to twist around you. Dragging the front around to yours it sits tight against your belly, as the material then rises up in a peak in your cleavage. The zip tightens as you pull it all the way up until it stops and rests.
You catch a look in the mirror, panties and requisite corset, hard nipples still exposed, your eyes follow down your curves – It’s damn sexy. You grab your phone and take a few selfies. Finally you take the bra, which is a few small strips of leather with an intricate, but slightly see-though lace to cover your breasts – the design is perfectly contoured to accent your mounds, and you it snap in above the corset. Sliding your arms into the straps… You clip it on.
The underwear was so exciting, and looking in the mirror was intriguing, it was your face, your body, but the reflection showed something you’d never seen before. She was gorgeous, she was alluring…she was a total sex kitten. You feel a deep, fiery heat awaken inside you, like red coals gently glowing, it streams into your skin and makes your cheeks glow a little red. You watch the strange reflection more,
She would elicit every desire from her prey. She was hot, steaming sex in that little outfit.
You liked the way you looked…. No, …you freaking loved it. Your niples hard against the lace as you watch the body in the mirror. As if in character, you put a finger to your lips and tilt your head up, pressing your tits into the material and letting them swell up, running your hand down over your tits.
‘Sexy as fuck!’ you whisper to yourself, the colour remaining in your cheeks. The deep heat subsiding for now.
You wonder if this porn-star look will work underneath tonight’s dress. Your deep black dress, with only one shoulder, a thick material with a tight waist and a small slit in the right leg. You reach over to the far granite wall, and take the black gown from the wooden hanger and gently step into it, pulling it up over your hips, the black revealing your long, tanned smooth legs. You slide your left arm into the shoulder strap and pull the soft material up over your back, your right arm strapless. You leave the clip the small hook and zipper down and hold the dress in place.
You look in the mirror again. No kinky underwear to be seen. The dress is elegant,classy with a very small hint of sexy. The wicked leather outfit underneath was completely concealed by the gown, but it did push your tits up quite a bit and they gently bulged above the chestline, which just added to the fun. It thrilled you to know just under this elegant facade was a wild sexy woman dressed only in leather. You sway your hips, nearly giggling with excitement as You slide the dress back off and place it back on the hanger, remembering you still have to do your makeup. You reach for the box once more.
Amongst the red gift paper you find a small black elongated object, about the size of a cigarette lighter. Curious, you reach and pick it up. It’s a little heavy, no heavier than a small rock. You flip it over, a small red logo sits on the inside.
‘Pantyvibe’ you flip it over – no buttons or lights. Then you realise – it’s remote controlled.
You raise your eyebrows, smile and place it gently on the wet, black granite counter.
You grin in your sexy outfit as you curl your hair and do your makeup. You take care to highlight your cheeks,and make your eyes look big and bright. Finally you step back and look in the mirror again, the reflection looking even more devlillish now. You smile and shark your head.
Just as you reach for the dress, you hear the door click open.
‘Hey babe – it’s me, are you ready?’
You recognize your boyfriend’s voice…
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