Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2012 04:30:25 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Five.

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     Part Five

     It was a lovely summer's day for driving through the country and we
made good time as Diane and I chatted the whole way. We soon came upon the
outskirts of London and picked up the North Circular Road that took us
right round to the turn off for Tilbury. It wasn't very long before we were
in the docks and on the quayside, pulling up by the gangway of the
Indus. There was the usual hustle and bustle of people moving up and down
gangways and through the open ports along the side. Loaded men going aboard
and empty handed ones coming down to take something else back aboard.

     I told David that I would see to the paying of the drivers if he could
see to getting our trunks on board. I got Eddie to take Diane's and my bags
up to our cabin, which was to be the same one. With our bags inside, I
turned to Diane. `I'll see to the fare if you would go and see if all is
right with the dressing room.'

     `Okay,' she said and left the cabin and I closed the door and quietly
locked it. I turned and saw that Eddie had sat down on the lower bunk. I
got my purse from my bag and counted out forty pounds before putting the
purse back.

     `Here is the fare, half each as agreed.'

     `Thanks,' he said, taking the money and putting it into his shirt
pocket.

     `Now would you like a bonus again?' I said, with a smile on my face
and a licking of the lips. The smile he gave showed that he did. I knelt
down and pushed him backward on the bunk. I could see quite clearly that he
was ready as I reached out and undid his flies and pulled out his
erection. It was hot and hard. I looked up at him and saw his smile, so I
smiled back at him.

     `I hope you've not been using it too much and saved some for me,' I
said.

     `You bet! I've had this hard on ever since your telephone call.'

     He gave out a groan as soon as my mouth closed over the fiery head of
his rampant cock. I teased it first with my tongue before starting to work
on him with my hand as well. He had been saving it up for it wasn't long
before he began to shudder and shake as I sucked on him. He began bucking
as he peaked and it swelled in my mouth as he started to come, shooting out
in hard bursts, filling me as I sucked and swallowed. I kept on sucking
till with a big sigh, his body relaxed under me and I was able to finish
him off before letting go.

    `You could sire many bullocks with this,' I said as I folded him back
into his pants and did up his flies. I then stood up to let him get off the
bunk.

     `I wish I could get that bonus off all my passengers,' he said as he
readjusted his clothing. I unlocked the door for him and asked if he would
be available when we returned.

     `Sure thing Miss Francis,' he replied, giving me a grin, `and thanks
for the er, bonus.' With a last broad smile, he turned and I watched him
walk cockily down the alleyway and out of sight. I licked my lips smiling,
for I liked Eddie and his cock. Then a voice in my head said that yes, it
was nice in the mouth, what would it be like having it the other way? Yes
dammit I sighed, leaning against the door, but it's too soon after
Donald. So, pushing those erotic possible thoughts from my mind, it's back
to the routine, but before I started to unpack, I sat down and re-touched
up my make-up. I had just finished this when Diane came back into the
cabin.

     `Well they haven't nicked the light bulbs and the chairs are still
there. Trunks are in but I thought we'd unpack them later. First things
first,' she said, heaving her bag onto the bunk and taking out a bottle of
gin. `Glasses?' she asked.

     `Coming up,' I said, going to the little cabinet and getting them out,
also some tonic water which I was surprised to see still there. With a
generous pouring, we clinked glasses.

     `To a good and happy voyage, and may it be blessed with some nice
hunks of men available on it.'

     `Amen,' I said, sipping at my drink. It felt good to be back aboard
and it seemed ages since I had left Donald waving at the gate of the
vicarage.

     `That was good! I needed that,' she said, having downed her drink in
one go. `Another?' I hastily tilted my glass and finished mine, trying not
to choke as I held out the glass for a refill. The gin washing away the
aftertaste of Eddie.

     We then wandered down and signed on the ship for the forth coming
voyage which would begin in two days time. Then went and scrounged some
food from the galley before going up to our dressing room to unpack our
trunks.

     With this finished, it was time for dinner. After a passable meal
which Diane said wasn't a patch on what Flora had given us, and I had to
agree on that. We went back to our cabin and Diane looked at the gin
bottle. `Not enough here. Be back in a minute.' She came back ten minutes
later with a full bottle and an armful of tonics. Then with full glasses,
we sat on the lower bunk and talked. It was during a long pause that Diane
asked if I ever played cards. I confessed that I only knew solitaire and
odd games like that.

     `As were drinking gin, how about gin rummy?' That was okay with me as
long as she taught me how to play it. We were well into the bottle before
we became bored with the game. She had won every time.

     `Ever played strip poker? No course you haven't,' she slurred.

     `How do you strip a poker?' I asked, which sent her off into gales of
laughter, and then told me how it was played.

     We were both pissed by the time we were naked, lying on her bunk, head
to tail as it were as we faced each other with the cards between us. I
think she started it by flicking my penis with a card. I then reached out
and flicked a nipple with one of my cards. Then a little later, she did it
again, and I repeated my action. Next it was having a card put under my
half erect cock and resting on my balls.

     `I've found a card holder,' she cried.

     `I've got a better one,' I giggled as I stuck a card between the lips
of her vagina. This sent us off into howls of laughter. It was when she
tried to take her card back with her teeth that started it. Her nose
brushing the tip of my penis made it rear up into a full blown erection,
and then my nose went deep into her bush.

     The cards got forgotten as she then took me into her mouth and opened
her legs for me to lick inside her. Soon it was a full sixty nine between
us and I tasted for the first time, a woman's juices and orgasmic
release. Sweeter and less sticky than a man's I thought as I sucked and
swallowed it. I came too, bursting fully into her sucking mouth. I believe
we both fell asleep in this position, but sometime during the night, one of
us had turned round so that when morning came, we awoke with our sweating
bodies wrapped around each other.

                                                           *

     It was to the sounds of groans and sucking noises that we became
unstuck and I tumbled out of the bunk. I looked at Diane and thought that
if I looked like that, I must be in a pretty awful mess. I was!

     One look in the mirror almost made me throw up. Diane prodded me in
the back and I felt, more than I saw, two aspirins in her hand. I took and
swallowed these with flat tonic water, which did no good for my furry
mouth. Then I groped round for my dressing gown which Diane had ready for
me, and the pair of us staggered down the alleyway to the showers.

     I felt a little better from the cold shower that I took, though it
made a mess of my hair, and I walked back a bit steadier to the
cabin. Diane dried and brushed my hair as best she could and then I did the
same for her.

     `If we do that again, let's leave out the gin,' Diane said, her voice
a bit on the thick side.

     `Amen to that,' I said, finishing off her hair as best I could. My
gown was open as hers was, and she swung round in the chair to face me. Her
hand went between my legs and hefted my small balls.

     `You might be small in this department, but it's got a nice kick to
it.'

     `You're not so bad yourself,' I managed to grin without splitting the
top of my head.

     `Let's do it again sometime when we're sober,' she smiled up at me.

     `Breakfast?' I queried

     `Uggh! No thanks. I'll pass on that. Let's go and see if that queer,
er, sorry Francis, if that hairdresser will take two early birds?'

     `He's got a coffee pot up there,' I said, suddenly having a craving
for a good strong cup.

     `That's it then. Let's go.'

     That is an advantage on a large passenger ship, that it possesses a
hairdresser for the passengers, and sometimes does for the officers. We, as
female members of the crew come in under this category. Though he is not
officially open until we sail, I was sure that with a promise of a blow
job, we would be able to get him to do our hair for us.

     Fortunately he was in his little shop on the upper deck, and after
banging on the door, he let us in. I think we drank all his coffee between
us as he did our hair, and the bonus was that we didn't have to blow him.

     Feeling three quarters human after coffee and a hair-do, we made our
way to the dressing room and put on our faces. We sat next to each other as
we made up, and the finished product made us both look ten times better
than we really felt. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. I gently
eased the tip of my tongue out, red against the pink of my lipstick, and
she on seeing it, licked her lips in a lascivious way and we both laughed.

     I decided to change my clothes for one of my new outfits, so stripping
down to the buff, I picked one out. Diane had groaned when I was naked, so
I gave her a bump and a grind, making my small penis wave about. Then she
gushed when she saw what I was going to wear, and looked through the
clothes that I had put on my hangers.

     `Oh darling, how gorgeous,' she said, pulling one off the rail and
holding it against herself. `I must say you have a wonderful taste for
these things,' doing the same again to another dress. `Did Donald buy these
for you?'

     `Not exactly. He let me have some money, so I spent it on these.'

     `Oh you've just got to let me wear this one night,' she almost
screamed. `It's fabulous!'

     `After I've worn it first,' I laughed, `I don't ever want to wear
second hand clothes again.'

     `Can I wear this one for my first solo?' she asked, holding up the
black dress I had bought in Regent's Street. `It is a torch number,
remember?'

     `Okay,' I said, giving in to her enthusiasm.

     Because, a bad word to use at the start of a sentence I know, but,
because we'd spent time at my place doing rehearsals, we had really nothing
to do until we were actually at sea.

     `I've got to go ashore for a little while. Clear up some business at
the outfitters. What will you do?' I asked.

     `Mooch around to see if there are any new faces that might be
interesting later on, that sort of thing. When will you be back?'

     `About one. Meet you in the dining saloon?'

     `Okay,' she replied, and with that, I left the dressing room and made
my way down to the lower decks where the gangways were situated. It's a
tricky job negotiating a ribbed set of planking called the gangway whilst
wearing high heels. But by being careful and holding firmly to the rail at
every step, I made it safely to the quayside.

     It really boosts the ego when you get the men to stop work and stare
as you walk past, and even get the odd wolf whistle and lewd remark. Even
better when you can counter the latter with a better reply and hear the
laughter of the mates of the man you've just put down. I think I've already
said this, but I did really feel like a million bucks just walking along
the docks to the outfitting shop.

                                                           *

     For a shop that has the monopoly in the docks by being the only
outfitters there, it was rather small and dingy. Your eyes take time to
adjust to the gloom after coming in from the bright sunlight. So I can be
forgiven for not recognising the other customer in the shop as soon as I
entered.

     `Gervaise!' said a voice that I recognised, and I had to blink a few
times before I could see his features take form in the subdued light.

     `Clement! How wonderful to see you,' I said gaily, the day brightening
up even more.

     `My! How wonderful you look,' he exclaimed, taking my hands and
holding them out wide. `You look like a million dollars!'

     `That was my thoughts exactly as I walked over here,' I laughed with
him.

     `May I?' he asked, his face coming towards mine, his lips, I could
see, were asking for a kiss.

     `Certainly sir,' I replied, accepting the pressure of his lips on mine
as we kissed.

     `Is this what you want sir?' the man behind the counter
coughed. Whenever, in later years, I saw Richard Wattis on the screen, I
thought of this man behind the counter serving Clement. Rather tall, with a
thin face and wearing spectacles. It might actually have been him before he
went into acting, though I rather doubt that.

     I saw the man holding up some epaulettes.

     `Yes. Two sets and the same on my jackets,' Clement said as he passed
over a parcel, `and they'll be ready by five?'

     `Certainly sir,' was the answer, and he noted down Clement's name and
turned towards me with a lift of the eyebrows.

     `Morning.'

     I can remember that one word to this day, because it was said in
exactly the same way, tone and manner as Richard Wattis spoke it to Ingrid
Bergman in "The Inn of the Sixth Happiness" when she first went into the
travel agents to ask about the fare to China.

     `I've come to settle the account of one Francis Lyon who purchased
some attire from you about four months ago,' I said with a straight face.

     `Certainly miss,' he replied, turning away to get a ledger from the
back. I gave Clement a swift kick because I could see him out of the corner
of my eye, smirking.

     `Ah, yes. Here we are. It's only a small amount, most of it has
already been taken from the wages.' He read out the amount, which I cannot
remember how much it was, counted the money out from my purse and collected
my change. `So the account is fully paid, and am I to close it?'

     `Certainly. Thank you very much.'

     `You're welcome,' came the reply to my back as I turned to
leave. Clement held the door open for me and I stepped back out into the
sunlight. He took my arm as we left, so we walked arm in arm back to the
ship. We talked of general things on the short way back. The usual thing,
nice leave, etc, just small talk until we were up at the top of the
gangway.

     `Would you like a drink before lunch, in my cabin?' he asked. I don't
know if I showed alarm in my eyes, but he quickly added. `Not to make love
darling. Too many people moving about and you never know who might suddenly
burst in,' he finished with a laugh. I smiled at that and accepted, telling
him that I was due to meet Diane at one in the dining saloon.

     `Time for two drinks then,' he said looking at his watch. I followed
him up the companionways to the upper deck, and he ushered me along to his
cabin. He opened the door for me to go in, and he followed, closing it
behind him.

     `What will you have? Gin and tonic if I remember right?'

     `Yes please. A small one if you don't mind,' my thoughts on last night
and how I felt this morning. `This is not the same cabin is it? It seems
bigger.'

     `You're right,' he said, handing me my drink as I sat down in a
chair. `It's not the same cabin, and, yes, it is bigger, and why do you
think that is?' I could see that his eyes were shining.

     `You've been promoted,' was the first thing that popped into my head.

     `Second Officer of the Indus!' he said proudly.

     `Second?' I could only repeat. `But you were only the Third Officer
for half a trip. How?' He leaned back against his desk and sipped from his
glass.

     `There's a saying that it's not what you know, but who you know. But
that isn't strictly true in this case, but part of it. To hold any
officer's rank, you have to pass the exams for the position above the one
that you are taking. I passed, and now hold a mate's certificate.'

     `But still, it was quick,' I exclaimed

     `Ah! That's where the who you know bit comes into it.'

     `Oh, Daddy?'

     `And friends of course.'

     `Well I must say that I'm very pleased for you,' I said, raising my
glass and drinking. He took the empty glass for a refill and poured himself
another on. `And,' I said, emphasising the word, taking the fresh drink
from him, `as well as the cabin, the bunk is bigger.'

     `All the better to tumble you in Gervaise,' he said, pulling his chair
closer to mine and taking my hand. `You will share it with me some nights,
won't you?' he asked, a pleading look in his eyes. `I have a different
watch now. Four to eight.'

     `I might,' going coy on him, `if I'm touched in the right places.' He
laughed as he tossed off the last of his drink.

     `I'll touch you whenever and wherever you want me to.'

     `It's more to the point as with what and where you will touch me,' I
laughed, giving him my empty glass and accepting his hand to rise from my
chair. He stopped us by the door and took me in his arms and kissed me,
holding me so close that I could feel his hardness inside his trousers. We
broke apart and I patted his crotch. `Save it for when we can,' I said, as
we left his cabin to go and meet Diane for lunch.

     We met her on the way down and so the three of us had lunch
together. Diane and Clement had met on the previous voyage so there was no
need of introductions.

     `Where's the third member of your group?' Clement asked. Diane and
both looked at each other.

     `No idea,' Diane said. `Haven't seen hide nor hair of him since
yesterday afternoon, have you?' she asked of me. Catching me with a
mouthful of food, all I could do was shake my head in the negative. `Bad
pennies always turn up,' Diane added somewhat derisively. I saw Clement's
eyebrows lift up at this observation, but he didn't comment. I felt
disinclined to comment either, because she had known him longer than I had.

     `Well ladies, that was, I must say, a most pleasant meal in the most
delightful company,' Clement said gallantly as we finished our coffee, `and
it is most unfortunate that my watch keeping schedules clash with yours. So
it will only be in port that I can hope to have the pleasure of dining with
two such exquisite ladies again.' I seethed at the way Diane simpered to
his flattery, but I liked the way he did it, and then forgave her because
Clement, I found, could be a real charmer when he wanted to. We parted
company at the door to the saloon because his quarters were up, and ours
were down.

     `He's a dish,' Diane stated as we made our way to our cabin.

     `That you can forget,' I said, somewhat too sharply. She gripped my
arm and moved in close. `He's not, is he?' I nodded, not really knowing,
but I didn't want Diane as competition, just in case. `Oh dear,' she
sighed, `and he is quite handsome in his own way.' That remark gave me a
little glow inside. We eventually arrived at our quarters well forward in
the ship, I think about the equivalent of E deck, but I'm not too sure on
that. I flopped into the chair, the only one we had in the cabin, and she
subsided down onto her bunk.

     `Are you sure about that officer?' Diane asked.

     `Well, you can never be sure about anything. But considering that we
were an item as it were, three times last trip, and he wants more on this
one, what more can I say?'

     `No!' Diane breathed out, sitting up on the bunk, eager and agog,
`tell me, tell me!'

     `Well,' I began, sounding like an officer now with my speech, getting
up and starting to undress, for we were going to have a nap after that nice
lunch. `He knew who I was from the very moment I joined the
Strathmuir. No. I got that wrong. He knew me before I had joined it, that's
right. I won't go into details because I don't know them all myself. But
his father, at his instigation, pulled some strings to get me on that boat,
and,' I paused for the effect, `it was him that got us transferred onto
this ship in Melbourne!'

      `No!' Diane exclaimed.

     `Yes!' I answered in the best Gilbert and Sullivan tradition that I
could do, breathing out the word slowly instead of speaking it.

     `How delightful,' Diane clapped as I finished undressing myself and
hanging my clothes up. Then I swung myself up onto the top bunk. `What
happened then? I know we came on here, but tell me what happened next?'
With the small space now free from me, she began to undress.

     `Well he knew I was a boy, a pretty one at that, and then he saw me in
a dress at my audition. It was a guess I suppose on his part that I had the
same er, inclinations as it were, that he had. He chatted me up and found
that I, er, did, and we took it from there.'

     `You sly little madam,' Diane smirked as she hung up her dress, `and
to think I never caught on. Well I never.' With that, she got into her bunk
and we slept away the afternoon. After a few hours we woke up and got
dressed again and basically potted about till dinner time. We didn't go
down early because it was usually a rush at the beginning of the meal for
those who wanted to eat before going ashore. We left it as late as possible
before we dined. Then it was back to the cabin and for the second time that
day got undressed and into our bunks.

                                                           *

     We hadn't been in but a few minutes before there was a pounding on our
cabin door.

     `Wait a minute,' shouted Diane, getting up and switching on the light
and hastily donning her robe. Myself, all I could do was make sure the
covers were up to my chin as she then opened the door to be confronted by,
what I assumed to be the Master-at-Arms. That's the ship's policeman.

     `Yes?' stammered Diane, clutching her robe close to her.

     `This gentleman appears to be a member of your, er, entertaining
whatever.' I could see from my bunk, looking over the shoulder of the
Master-at-Arms, that it was David. What a mess he looked. His jacket was
torn, his shirt absolutely filthy and looked paralytically drunk.

     `From what we could get out of him was that you would know which is
his cabin.'

     `Yes sir, we do. Francis,' she wailed, `help!'

     `Close the door a moment, I'm undressed,' I called out.

     `Just a minute,' Diane stammered again and closed the door on them,
because there were two seamen out there also, propping David up. I swung
off the bunk and quickly put my robe on and then opened the door.

     `Sorry about this,' I said holding the top of my robe together as if
to hide what I hadn't really got there. `Oh David,' I cried as if it was my
first sight of him. `Oh sir, thank you,' I said in the fashion of Uriah
Heap. I couldn't wash my hands together because I was holding the top of my
robe closed, but if you've read Dickens, you'll know what I mean. `You
don't know what this means to us. We thought we'd lost him. I must
apologise on behalf of this poor wretch. The news we had was that
bad. We've tried to console him on his loss, but I think his sorrows must
have been greater than we thought.' I was beginning to believe what I was
saying myself, for tears started to run down my cheeks. `It was hard enough
for us,' and I gave a little sob.

     `She was like a mother to us too. He almost went out of his mind with
grief. We left him asleep, but it must have been just too much. I...we
thank you for bringing him back safe. If your two men can follow me and
drag, er, help him along...er, this way.' I led them further down the
alleyway and opened his cabin door. I indicated inside and the two sailors
carried him in and bundled him onto the lower bunk. `We shall be able to
look after him now, thank you.'

     `I'll not report this then miss, seeing the reason behind this. But
please make it quite clear to him in the morning that we don't take too
kindly to this kind of behaviour as a rule. So, er, I'll bid you two ladies
goodnight then.' He gave us a salute and we shut the door. As the sound of
his boots receded down the alleyway, I burst out laughing. Diane joined in
and we held each till it subsided.

     `I wouldn't have believed it,' she cried, wiping away her tears. `You
nearly had me crying as well.' She went off again into one of her howling,
laughing jags. It took quite a few minutes for her to calm down. In the
meantime, I'd straightened him out on the bunk and looked down at the
pathetic state of the man. He stank of booze and urine, because it was
obvious he had pissed himself somewhere on his journey back to the ship.

     It almost looked as if he'd been rolled out of a car, judging by the
state he was in. But I couldn't leave him lying there in that state, so I
started to strip him. Diane joined me, and we soon had his clothes off
which we dumped in the corner by the porthole. I soaked a towel and washed
him down, cleaning his limp prick and thighs from the stale urine.

     `Diane. Go and get your reddest lipstick we have in the cabin.'

     `What for?'

     `You'll see when you come back.' She shot out of the cabin and was
back in a few moments, handing me a short tube.

     `It's the reddest I've got.'

     `Fine,' I said, twisting the bottom of the tube to bring the lipstick
up. I smeared it over my lips, heavily.

     `You're not going to do what I think you're going to do?' I nearly
laughed at the way she said these words. Each one coming out of her mouth
as if they were single, punctuated words instead of a sentence.

     `You can bet your sweet life I am. It's an insurance policy.' With
that, I smoothed out his pubic hairs as best I could, and then with my
mouth open as wide as I could get it, got his limp cock inside so that I
could close it as close to the base as possible. Then I mashed my lips
round the base of his cock, leaving a very vivid red line the whole way
round it.

     For Diane's sake, I made a spitting sound afterwards. Then I planted
two big lipstick kisses at the tops of his thighs. I also used the lipstick
to write on his chest, "Little boys shouldn't play with big girls", and
drew an arrow down to the ring round his cock.

     `We should really drag him out into the alleyway and let everybody
see, but, I think this will have to do,' I sighed, but we made a point of
leaving his cabin door open and the light on. Diane giggled all the way
back to our cabin.

     `God! How can you wear this stuff,' I exclaimed, as I scrubbed the
lipstick off my lips, `it tastes awful!'

     `I know. I only use that one on odd occasions. For effect, if you know
what I mean.'

     `I wonder if it will have the same effect on David in the
morning. Especially if his roommate and others see it first,' I grinned.

     `Oh you are wonderful and fun to be with,' Diane said, flinging her
arms round me. `I didn't know what to do when I opened the door, and the
way you handled that big brute of a man! You had him eating out of your
hand at the end.'

     Our gowns had become loose, and I could feel her pubic hairs brushing
my stomach as she held me. The hold became a kiss and I knew that she could
feel my pecker start to rise at this contact. She held the kiss for a
little while as our eyes locked and then moved her body in a slightly
provocative way. I wasn't sure what way to go from there. My cock was up,
pressing against her stomach, and I knew she was aware of it, but made no
move to back off. If she was to do so, the thought ran through my mind, so
be it. I wouldn't presume to pursue it further, but she didn't.

     We were still holding each other close, our gowns wide open. Feeling
her breasts against my chest, her stomach feeling my erection. I didn't
want to break the contact, my eyes looking into hers, trying to read the
thoughts that were behind them. The waiting, the touching of our bodies
seemed to go on forever. I could feel her heart beat, even through the
flesh of her breast. It rippled like a sound wave through water, and then
like a sonar, rebound on itself. My heart was beating through my penis, and
it seemed to me as though it was making a steady beat against her stomach
like a drummer would do to his drum.

     Her eyes started to waver, and then they closed and her lips met mine
again in a gentle kiss. `Tonight we are sober,' she breathed into me, and
her hands eased the robe off my shoulders to fall unheeded to the
deck. Hers followed.

     With our bodies still touching, we slowly bent and slid sideways onto
the lower bunk. It was a hungry kiss that she gave me and I was more than
willing to follow suit. It was me that was lying with my back to the bed,
so that she was actually controlling events. She squirmed upon me, mashing
my erection between us as we kissed, her back was arching up to push her
pelvic bone down onto me and was almost riding me before she suddenly broke
away and swivelled round.

     Her hunger for gratification was greater than mine I think. Her
stomach slid down my chest, her pubic hair scoring it as her legs opened
towards my face, the lips of her vulva wide open as I felt her hot mouth
engulf my erection.

     I pulled on her thighs until she lay flat on my body, her breasts
against my stomach. I could then reach to her inner parts with my tongue. I
felt her quiver as I poked it directly into her vagina. Then by pulling her
tighter to my face, was able to use my teeth on the little red button that
I had seen protruding from within the inner folds. I found that sucking on
this made her move, and when I used my teeth, she positively jumped. There
is a time limit on how long one can nibble on a clitoris before one has to
release it for the sake of taking another intake of air. So the longer you
can hold your breath, the more you can, or I should say, quicker, bring her
to an orgasm. With the nibbling of teeth and the darting of the tongue,
Diane came twice to my one.

     We sucked and nibbled on each other for quite some time before we
stopped and she swung herself round and lay alongside me.

     `For a girl, you're one hell of a fella. For a fella, you're one hell
of a girl. I don't know which one I like best. So far as I am concerned
Francis,' she sang the next part softly, `Stay as sweet as you are, don't
let a thing, ever change you.'

     That made me cry.

     I may be man, or boy in the physical sense, but I was a girl at heart,
and always would be; I know, or I'm pretty sure I've said this already once
before, but it's true. Diane wiped my tears away with her fingers.

     `Tell me,' she asked softly, `what are you really?'

     `I don't know. I don't know if you would understand it either. I like
being with you, and I like being with Donald. Or, if you pushed me, any man
or woman. Tell me, when a man is inside you, I mean, but being somewhat on
the crude side, fucking you, how do you feel? Do you like it? Is it great,
or what?'

     `Yes I do. I like it when a man is inside me.'

     `Well that's what I like too.'

     `Okay. What's the difference between putting it into a man and putting
it into a woman?'

     `Tightness, with a man, and not so wet as with a woman, if you know
what I mean.'

     `Is that the only difference?'

     `No. You can suck on me and I can put myself into you, but it cannot
be reciprocated. I can suck on you but you cannot put yourself into
me. That's the difference, that a man can do both to another man. I love
Donald and he loves me. That's true love the way I see it, twisted as it
may seem to others.'

     `Well it's not a logical argument. It's not the accepted way.'

     `Diane. I love you as I can. I love Donald as I can. I like having sex
with you. I like having sex with Donald, or Clement. I like sucking you. I
like sucking a rampant cock, and I also like to have that rampant cock
sliding up into me too. There, now I have said it. Don't hate me for it,
because that's how I feel.'

     `Francis. I love you for the person you are. You've proved that you
can swing both ways, but I only like a man in my bed. If I can't find the
right man on this trip, then I can always fall back on you.'

     `Literally or figuratively?' I grinned.

     `We're not going down that path, or should I say, you're not
travelling up my path that way, ` she said laughing.

     `I wouldn't dream of asking you to,' I said as I ran my hand across
her breasts. `You got too many lovely things to distract me with.'

     `Thank you,' she said as she pulled my head down to kiss me. `Now I
think it's time you climbed up into your little bunk in the sky and dream
of, well, have nice dreams anyway. The passengers arrive tomorrow and let's
hope that piss head down the way is fit for work.' I laughed and gave her a
final hug and kiss before working my way across her body and out of the
bunk and onto the deck. Then with a jump and a heave, caught the overhead
pipe and swung myself up into my own bunk.

     `'night,' came her voice from down below.

     `'night yourself,' I answered, and settled down to sleep.

                                                           *

     I'm sure that sex, in whatever form, was good for me, for I woke up
full of the joys of spring as I swung down from my bunk and pulled the
covers off Diane.

     `Sailing day! Up and at `em,' I cried.

     `Bastard,' she mumbled, rousing herself up onto an elbow. `What's a
girl have to do to be allowed to sleep properly?'

     `Give her lover a good kiss for a start,' giving her just that. `Now
get up if you want breakfast, or would that be coffee only?' I added as an
afterthought. I found my dressing gown and put it on but then stopped to
watch her rise fully as I did like to see her breasts swing as she brought
her legs over the side of the bed and straighten her back.

     `I'm off to the shower then,' I said grabbing my towel and toilet
bag. `See you there if you can make it.'

     I actually felt like singing when I was in the shower stall with the
water cascading all down my body as I soaped it. That talk with Diane the
night before seemed to release me from my anxieties as to what I really
was, and what I wanted out of life. If I was to prefer a man's love to that
of a woman's and be called a homosexual, so be it. That didn't mean I
couldn't have sex with a woman and enjoy that too. Enjoy life and take what
comes, I giggled to myself.

     `Is that you singing Francis?' I heard Diane call out, and didn't
realise that I had been.

     `Of course. I'm singing like a lark because I feel as happy as one.'

     `Glad someone is,' I heard a strange female voice comment, but then
heard no more because Diane turned on her shower full blast.

     I had just finished putting on my make-up when Diane came in from the
showers. I then moved out of the seat so that she could sit down to do
hers. This then gave me the space to get dressed. We had to work as a team
in this respect as there just wasn't enough room for both of us to do
either at the same time.

     I sat on the edge of her bunk and rolled on my stockings and attached
them to the suspender belt. I still got a thrill out of this part of
getting dressed and I wondered how long it would take before the eroticism
of it wore off. Straightening the belt and looking down to see that the
stockings were on smooth still caused me to at least get half an
erection. I had also now learnt how to clip up my padded bra from behind
rather than that other awkward way.

     Now in regard to my panties, whether I wore them or not, depended on
the dress I would be wearing. If it were a short skirt and I would be doing
some dancing, then the panties were on. But as I would be acting the part
of a hostess this day in a fairly long dress, no panties. I didn't like
wearing them at the best of times as they were somewhat cramping to what
little tackle I did have.

     With me ready, I got out of the way and let Diane get dressed herself
and it pleased me to watch her do so, especially the way she shrugged her
breasts into her bra. But she could still get dressed far quicker that I
could. When she was ready, we made our way down to the dining saloon for
our breakfast. There, as well as everywhere in the ship, people were
hurrying about doing small tasks that had to be finished before the
passengers started arriving.

     We quickly finished our meal as stewards were waiting to clear things
away and make the place ready for lunch. Up to the Purser's office we went
and were just in time, because the first of the passengers had just started
to come aboard.

     There were two gangways for them to come aboard. Those for decks D, E
and F, boarded near the stern, the others where we were stationed, roughly
half way between the middle and the bow. Our job as hostesses was to give
directions or answer questions from the arrivals. Most of the last were
inane or downright stupid. Is the Captain aboard? When's lunch? Are we
sailing today? When's the bar open?

     We were constantly bombarded by these kinds of questions and it was a
relief to hear the tannoy announce that all visitors were to proceed ashore
immediately as the ship was about to sail. This answered one of the stupid
questions asked.

     This had the immediate effect of almost clearing the inner decks as
people rushed to the ship's rail to watch our departure. At least three
quarters of the passengers were leaving England for the last time to
emigrate to Australia, so this was their last chance to wave farewell to
friends and relatives that lined the quay. So there was lots of crying amid
the shouting, the noise of tugs blaring out their own messages to be topped
by the blasts from our own klaxon up on the funnel.

     Diane and I were kept quite busy, what with children getting separated
from their parents in the crush, one elderly lady falling over the step
that led out onto the boat deck. One woman even asked us to get the ship to
return to the dock because she had left her glasses in the taxi. We sent
her down to the Purser's office with that one. Then when the ship was out
in the river and began to move under her own power, the passengers started
coming back inside again, also with the same questions. Could we see to
this, to that, whatever?

     It was pleasing to eventually hear the gong sounding to announce that
the dining saloon was now open for lunch. This cleared as much of the deck
as did the departure. Well it was the turn of those down below to handle
them.

     As we were officially recognised as hostesses, we could, like
officers, buy drinks from any of the bars. This was to where Diane and I
turned to, the bar in the main lounge where we would be performing, though
not for this evening. We didn't have to do a show for the first night out,
as it was traditionally the Captain's cocktail party, where we, and off
duty officers had to mingle with the passengers. Most of whom wanted to be
introduced to the Captain. Captain sir, this is Mr and Mrs Nobody from
Nowhere etc, and they would shake hands and get a free drink.

     But that was for later in the evening, all I wanted then was a large
gin and tonic. The advantage for me was being made up and dressed as a
woman and being a hostess, nobody ever queried my age, so it was easy
getting a drink. But to save problems with the Purser, Diane signed all our
drink chits, and at the end, when she would have to settle the bar bill, I
would give her my half in cash.

     What a relief it was to be able to sit down on a bar stool and take
the weight off my feet. I can commiserate with women I see, sitting down in
a restaurant and slip off their shoes. I wondered how long I would be able
to stand about in my high heeled shoes. It would be at the very least, four
hours at the party, and this thought made me groan.

     The drink was most welcome, and we even had a second one before making
our way down below to grab a bite to eat. Then, taking a chance and not
really caring, knocked off and went to our cabin where we took off our
dresses and spent the afternoon dozing on our bunks in our underwear.

      All too soon it was getting on for six o'clock, the time for the
cocktail party to start. We got up and put on fresh make-up, put on our
cocktail dresses and went up to do our evening chore. I looked for, but
didn't see Clement there, but then remembered he was on watch till eight.

     But surprise, surprise, our David had surfaced. He must have spent the
whole day in bed, because he certainly looked refreshed and nothing like
the wreck we'd seen the night before. When, in the course of our moving
amongst the passengers, we met, but he made no reference to where or what
he'd been doing. I didn't either, and we never did find out exactly what
the outcome was of the lipstick episode. I later caught part of a
conversation between the Assistant Purser, who shared his cabin, and
another member of the Purser's staff, saying he found David flat out on his
bunk covered in lipstick, but I missed the last part as they burst out
laughing.

     On board a passenger liner as big as the Indus, we carried too many
passengers to be fed at one go, so all meals were divided into two
sittings. Dinner being served at six o'clock and eight, so the first half
of the cocktail party was for the second sitting diners. They got to meet
the Captain from six that evening, and as they drifted away for their
dinner, the first diners started to arrive. At ten o'clock prompt, the
Captain disappeared and it was left to us and the junior officers to stay
till the gritty end, which was well past midnight.

     It was a weary duo that wended their way to the cabin below
decks. Both of us had a nightcap as, with much bumping about, got undressed
and hung up our clothes. I held Diane for our goodnight kiss, but it
lingered long enough for me to slowly ease her down onto her lower
bunk. Our lips stayed glued together as I lay down with her, my erection
pressing hard against her thigh. Our bodies moved to reverse positions and
with my fingers holding her wide open, delved deep into her with my tongue
while she played havoc down at my end.

                                                           *

     By the time we were to reach Sydney, we had gone to bed enough times
for her to have taught me all there was to know about bringing a woman to
an orgasm in a very short time. Sometimes she could have as many as three
in one session, whilst I could only ever manage one. But for me, this was
but a substitute for the real thing. The phallus was my totem, and I got
some of my share on the trip south.

     There was one really good looking wine waiter who served in the main
lounge, and judging by the way that he fitted into his trousers, looked as
though he might have a good weapon hidden away. I always got a smile from
him whenever he caught my eye.

     One evening I was standing at the bar during a break, and he came and
stood next to me to give an order for one of the tables. There wasn't much
room where we were standing, so his body was half turned towards me. On the
pretence of making room for somebody on the other side, moved in closer so
that my thigh rubbed against his crotch.

     The reaction was immediate. I could feel him get hard and he had an
embarrassed look on his face as he could see that I knew what was happening
to him. He started to stammer out an apology, but I forestalled him.

     `Don't be embarrassed,' I said, my eyes looking at him over the rim of
my glass. `A girl likes to know when she is appreciated, especially in this
fashion,' and I moved my hip slightly again. `It was Mae West wasn't it
that said, "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see
me?"' He gave a guilty smile and I deliberately ran my tongue across my
lips to tease him. `Maybe we could do something about it later?' His smile
brightened, but then his drinks order was placed on his tray, so he had to
leave me to go and serve them. I finished my drink and went back to the
stage for our last session of the night.

     After the show, in the dressing room, David was soon out of there and
Diane asked if I was ready to go.

     `You go down. I'll follow in a little while.'

     `Why? Have you got something going then?'

     `I hope so.'

     `Who? Who? Tell me!' Diane asked eagerly. When I described him, she
knew who I meant.

     `When you go out, ask him if he could bring a drink in to me. If I'm
right, he'll bring it in double quick.'

     `Okay,' she said, `see you later and then you can tell me all about
it,' and she left me alone in the dressing room. A few minutes later, I was
playing with the mascara brush on my eyelashes when there was a knock on
the door, and he came in, when I called out, with my drink on his tray.

     `Er, the other lady, Diane, said that you wanted a drink brought in?'

     `Yes please. Will you close the door and put it there.' I indicated a
place near me, and he put it down. I turned round in my chair to face him
and pointedly looked at his crotch. `I see you still have a problem down
there, and maybe I can help you out with it,' I said, standing up and moved
towards him, and he moved back until his was up against the door.

     I couldn't read the expression on his face as he felt my hands undoing
the buttons of his trousers, but he gave a smile as my hand reached inside
and took hold of him. He was as hard as a rock and even though he wasn't
wearing any underpants, I still had difficulty in getting him out. It was
hot, big and heavy and throbbed as I felt the silky skin move over the
solid flesh beneath as I moved my hand on it.

     Then with my hand still moving up and down on it, knelt down and took
that swollen head into my mouth. I heard the hiss of his intake of breath
as my lips fully closed round him. Then I moved my head back and forth,
squeezing and sucking him with my mouth while my hand gripped him tighter
as that too moved, but in the opposite direction.

     It didn't take long before I could feel him start to tremble and the
pulse rate of his penis increased as it started to swell even bigger. His
hands came up to hold my head steady as he started to come, and it began
shooting out. I was now learning how to let it slide down my throat without
swallowing. He had quite a lot to give, and it was thrilling to have a cock
as large as this in my mouth again, pumping out its essence for me to drink
and savour.

     His hands dropped down to his sides, and I finished off sucking to
lick him clean before giving it a last kiss before standing up and stepping
back. It had visibly drooped, but it was still a powerful tool he had
there. He was smiling as he put it away and began doing up his buttons as I
resumed my chair.

     `Has that helped?' I asked, smiling at him.

     `That was wonderful Miss Francis.'

     `Have you got a chit for me to sign?' I asked.

     `I didn't bring one. This one's on the house.'

     `One gin and tonic for a blow job like that?' I queried in a slightly
sarcastic tone with one eyebrow raised.

     `Oh no, no,' he was quick to stammer out, `I didn't mean it like
that. All your drinks are on the house as far as I'm concerned, for the
rest of the voyage.'

     `That's very kind of you. Maybe then,' I paused a little, `maybe then
we could do this again some time.' I finished with a smile.

     `I sure hope so Miss Francis. Er, I think I'd better be getting back
now. Thanks again,' he said as he collected his tray and backed out of the
door.

     `You're welcome,' I said as it closed behind him. I looked at myself
in the mirror and smiled and licked my lips. He did taste rather nice.

     Diane was sitting up in her bunk when I breezed into the cabin. I
barely had the door shut before she was asking for a blow by blow account
of what I had done to him. I told her while I undressed and hung up my
clothes, and when naked, sat on the edge of her bunk and asked her if she
wanted a taste of him too, as I stuck out my tongue.

     `Nooo,' she wailed, shrinking back. `I'd rather have it firsthand
thank you.'

     `Does that mean I don't get a goodnight kiss then?' I pouted.

     `Did you wash your face?'

     `Yes.'

     `Okay then,' so we had our kiss and then I swung myself up onto my
bunk.

     `Do you know your balls really swing about when you do that trick?'

     `Shut up and go to sleep.' Then I lay back and let my mind go back
over the pleasure I gave and got from that big cock. I also wondered if it
would hurt me having that thick one come inside me. I jerked myself off at
these thoughts, not caring if Diane could feel the bunk moving about, and I
came into the tissues I had handy, and then went off to sleep.

     I didn't bother going ashore at Port Said and there was also some
delay about our passage through the Canal. It is divided into two with some
lakes in the middle and they have a convoy system for this transit to and
from the Red Sea. One going south in the upper half and one going north in
the lower half. The lakes in the middle are a holding place till the other
section is clear of ships.

     Well one ship broke down and it had to be towed out to the lakes, this
meant a delay for our convoy and put us behind schedule for our arrival in
Aden. We should have got there before breakfast, but even making up some of
the lost time, we didn't get there till the afternoon. This meant that we
wouldn't leave till the early hours of the morning. Which was good for us
as we then didn't have to give a show for that evening, what with half the
passengers ashore, it was a night off for us.

                                                           *

     I didn't go ashore, so it was no surprise for me to bump into Clement
up in the lounge bar. It was after eight and he had come off watch, looking
for me, knowing that there wouldn't be a show that night. We had a drink
together and then he suggested we went out on deck and look at the lights
of Aden. This port doesn't have a deep water harbour, so any ship of our
size has to anchor off shore. A floating dock, which is rather like a large
wooden platform, is tied up alongside the gangway, for boats to come and
tie up to so that it can ferry the passengers to and from the shore.

     Clement and I stood at the ship's rail and watched the lights of these
ferry boats bob about on the water as they plied their regular service
between the ship and the shore. The lights of Aden were disappointing as
the place is no bigger than a village really, surrounded by sand on three
sides. But we hadn't really come out on deck to look at the lights of the
shore. In a dark corner of the rail where the lifeboat's davits are inboard
was where we stopped. He turned me round and took me into his arms and
kissed me. We stood there for some time, exchanging kisses, with him
stroking my face in between each lovely contact of our lips.

     I didn't need any urging when we broke apart and he took my arm to
lead me to his cabin. We kissed again once we were inside with only the
bunk light to see by. It was with a feverish haste that I pulled the
clothes off Clement and all I needed to do was drop my dress. With him
naked and me in just my underwear, minus panties, I held him tight,
squashing what I needed between us.

     `Oh Gervaise,' he breathed in my ear, `I've been waiting a long time
for you to be here like this.'

     `Me too,' I panted, a fierce burning pain had taken a hold of my
insides and it needed extinguishing, `and I can't wait any longer. Now
please Clement, now!'

     `The bunk?'

     `No here, over the desk,' I gasped. I turned round and swept the
middle of it clear and leaned over it, my legs wide apart. The cream was
warm as it touched me, and then he was between my legs. I sighed as the
head of his cock entered me, stretching my opening that relaxed as he
pushed in with the rest of his shaft following and filling me.

     `Oh Gervaise,' I heard him say as his thighs came up against the
cheeks of my bum. My body felt on fire and the cool desktop soothed my
upper half for a few minutes, and it was his cock that I needed to quell
the inferno in my lower half. He held my hips firm as his moved back and
forward, driving his shaft deep into me with every forward thrust. I helped
him to even greater depths by ramming back to meet him. Then his tempo
moved up a gear and with heavy grunts and much straining, I felt him swell
up and burst inside me as he ground his pelvis hard up against me. The head
of his cock was beating hard inside me as with every heavy throb, a gout of
come hit my hot insides. I came too, shooting my load out under his desk,
and as he finished heaving into me, I put my hand down below to use it to
finish myself off, squeezing out the last.

     He was sweating and breathing heavily as he pulled out and reeled over
to the washbasin to clean himself, while I still lay across the desk,
panting the same way he was. I stayed there, getting my breath back, not
having the strength to lift myself up. Clement brought over a wet cloth and
gently wiped me clean, and throwing the cloth towards the basin, helped me
off the desk. He handed me a towel to wipe the sweat off my chest and
helped me to the bunk onto which I gratefully climbed and laid myself flat.

     I then moved over to allow him to lie down beside me, our bodies still
hot from the exertions of the past few minutes. In spite of our joint heat,
it didn't stop us from holding and kissing each other some more. He flicked
off the light and we lay there in the gloom of the cabin, the only
illumination being what was coming in through the porthole from one of the
deck lamps. We lay there for some time before I stirred, knowing that I
couldn't stay the night and would have to get down to my cabin before the
decks became too deserted.

     I rolled over on top of Clement and gave him a last kiss before
getting off the bunk. He propped himself up on one elbow to watch me get
dressed. One of the studs of the suspender belt had popped, so I pulled up
the stocking top to fix it, and found that I was getting another erection
as I did so, because I knew that he was there watching me. I picked up my
dress from the floor and slipped it over my head and gave my bum a wiggle
as I settled it over my hips.

     I briefly turned on the light over the basin so that I could check
that my make-up wasn't smeared all over my face. Satisfied that I could
pass inspection, turned off the light and went back over to the bunk,
putting my shoes on. There we kissed again as we said goodnight to each
other before I slipped out of his cabin and made my way down below.

     It was still earlier than I would normally have got to my cabin after
a show, and it was empty of Diane. Where she was I had no idea, so I got
undressed and went for a shower before getting up into my bunk, slightly
sore behind, but deeply satisfied inside.

     Up there, I continued my letter for Donald, which I planned to post
when we reached Bombay. I also had got a picture postcard of the Indus that
I promised Dave Drew of the pub that I would send to him. The card was
already written, but I had a few more lines to add to Donald's letter,
though there wasn't much to write about, life on the ship being basically
the same, day in and day out.

     The exciting things for me were exactly the bits I couldn't tell
Donald about, which didn't leave much for me to say. I suppose I must have
chewed on the end of that pen for nearly an hour before Diane came in,
looking as though she'd found sixpence, but had lost a pound.

     `Didn't get your end away then, metaphorically speaking?' I asked
laconically.

     `No,' she cried despondently. `I had the bloody thing in my hand when
his wife came round the corner. I could have cried! The thing was throbbing
there, and I was about to drop my knickers when he saw her. Talk about a
flasher! One minute it was there, then in a flash, it was gone. Zipped back
up inside his pants. I could have cried.'

     I had put away my letter whilst she was talking, and now I swung down
onto the deck and fixed us both a drink. She sipped at, still talking while
I unzipped the back of her dress for her, and sat down and waited to hear
more. I took a few sips of mine as she poured out her tale of woe as she
undressed. When naked, she sat next to me on the edge of the bunk with her
drink in her hand, and I could see the tears in her eyes.

     `He was so gorgeous looking that I should have realised that he would
have a wife somewhere. A man looking like that wouldn't be able to stay
single for very long. I was so looking forward to us doing it together.' As
the tears started to roll down her face, I moved closer and put my arm
round her shoulders.

     `Well it's like fishing I suppose. Some you catch, but most of them
get away.'

     `But it was this big!' she wailed, spilling some of her gin and laying
her head on my shoulder, her hands so wide apart that she must have been
talking about a whale, like all fishermen's stories of the one that got
away. I managed to put my glass down and then stroked her facing, wiping
away the tears.

     `There are many more fish in the sea,' I said, giving her a kiss that
was interrupted by a hiccup from her.

     `Oh, excuse me,' she said, holding a hand up to her mouth before
knocking back the rest of her drink. `He did spend quite a bit on drinks
and then he missed out. But then, so did I,' she wailed, going off again. I
held her as her head slipped to my chest as she cried, and the shifting of
her weight leaning against me, slowly tipped us over onto our sides. I had
to swing my legs up onto the bunk because the angle of how I was lying was
really hurting my back.

     `Oh Francis, I was so ready for him. I'm still so hot and wet down
there that it hurts. Will you help me?' The last was spoken softly, and
with her tits brushing my chest, my body had already started to respond.

     `It would help for you to close your eyes and pretend that it is him
holding you tight right now? Ready to give you what you both wanted?'

     `Please Francis, would you?' she asked, closing her eyes.

     `I'd do anything for you Diane, but I don't think I am anywhere near
as big as him.'

     `That doesn't matter,' she said, still speaking softly, tears still
seeping from below the closed lids, but now with a small smile on her
face. `It's not the size that counts, it's what you do with it that
matters.'

     We kissed as I moved on top of her, and her legs parted to let my
knees drop down in between them. So without much effort I was able to move
up and let my erection follow the trail of wetness on the insides of her
thighs to the source. As I entered, her legs rose up to allow me to
penetrate even further into her body. At the limit, with my thighs tight up
against hers, her legs then came across my back and I was then locked into
her.

     It wasn't a matter of me fucking her, but more a case of her fucking
me. Caught between her thighs, I was just a means to an end. She bucked and
jerked her hips faster than I'd known any man do. My rod was going in and
out, and my arse was going faster than a fiddler's elbow, as the saying
goes. I could feel the muscles of her vagina squeezing me for all they were
worth as she bucked her way to an orgasm, grinding up at me as she came in
shuddering spasms. The fact that I came too was of little consequence,
because I think a dildo would have brought about the same result, that
being for her to get her rocks off.

     I enjoyed it mind, even if I was only a surrogate partner to this
act. Her breasts were all wet and slippery when she came, and it was nice
to feel them slide so easily between our bodies. The nipples as hard as
pellets, softly scratching my chest as she heaved about, and as she slowed
down, I could then feel her juices seep out into my groin

     I felt Diane take a deep breath and let it out with a big sigh as her
legs began to relax and then fall to the bed, her arms too went down to her
side, and then incredibly, she began to softly snore. There was me still on
top and inside her and she had bloody well fallen asleep. I couldn't help
but chuckle as I saw the funny side of it. She must have had quite a skin
full, but I had realised that earlier. I gave her a kiss on the nose and
gently lifted myself up and my pecker slid out of her with a little sucking
sound. I covered her with a sheet and then washed my groin before swinging
myself up into my own bunk to get some sleep myself.

                                                           *

     We were well out to sea the next morning for the next leg across to
Bombay when Diane woke up with a hangover and wouldn't get up for
breakfast, but gladly accepted the coffee I brought after I had eaten.

     `I feel a mess,' she said, gulping down the coffee with a couple of
aspirins. I didn't want to make any comment on that score. She finally
managed to get out of bed and get to the showers, and came back definitely
looking better.

     `Thanks Francis,' she said as she started to get dressed.

     `For coffee?'

     `No. For last night. I think I was in a bit of a state.'

     `I didn't notice,' trying to be diplomatic I answered.

     `You mean I look like that all the time?' he voice rising.

     `No, no. You looked perfectly fine when you came in. It's just that I
didn't notice anything different about you until you passed out on the
bed.' She didn't seem to want to pursue it further, so I kept quiet.

     It was a little while before we went up to the lounge where Diane sat
it out and let David and myself run through a few of our duets that we
would be doing over the next few shows. We always did more than what was
required for the next show, it was better to have something else to fall
back on if anything went wrong at any time. Then, finished, we sat down at
one of the tables nearest to our dressing room and I signalled my favourite
waiter and got him to bring us some drinks. David had refused and
disappeared. Our drinks were served and Diane signed the chit and took a
healthy slug of hers before making a comment. `That drinks chit had only
one gin and tonic on it, but we got two.'

     `I hope so,' I said grinning, `one blow job provides many gin and
tonics.'

     `Of course! I'd forgotten,' Diane laughed. She definitely looked
brighter with that half drink inside her than she did first thing.

     `Have you also forgotten that you've also got to host a small party
this afternoon?' I said somewhat maliciously.

     `Oh God yes,' she groaned, dropping her head into her hands. `Let's
have another one now then. I'm going to need it. Make it a double please.'
I laughed and gave the order.

     When finished, we went down to the galley and managed to get one of
the stewards to sneak us out a plate of food, which we ate in the baker's
shop. I'm not joking when I call it the baker's shop. Those guys work
during the night making hundreds of loaves of bread and at least a thousand
rolls. That's not counting all the other side products that come out from a
bakery. But it was deserted when we got our food and you don't get
disturbed in there at that time of the day.

     After this we went back to our cabin and Diane got changed for her
party assignment. I changed also, but I was only going up to watch and have
a stroll around the decks. It was, I knew, to be a private children's party
of about twenty five kids, so the playroom was being used instead of one of
the dining saloons.  When the door opened and I heard the noise, I felt
sorry for Diane, but was glad it was her turn and not mine.

     `Good luck,' I said, and walked away with no set purpose in mind and
finished up at the rail overlooking the swimming pool.  It wasn't big as
swimming pools go because you have rather limited space on a ship, but it's
big enough for people to splash about in. Air inflated balls were not
recommended, because the wind had a habit of catching them and then all you
could see would be a brightly coloured object floating astern in our
wake. The shop must have made a fortune in selling these.

                                                           *

     I was standing there, watching the games being played in the pool,
when I became conscious of a man stopping and standing quite close to me at
the rail. I would have said he was in his early thirties, quite good
looking and fit, and very well dressed, even if they were only casual
clothes. Then I noticed that another man was also leaning on the rail quite
close to him on the other side. This man seemed to be very interested in
the activities of the people in the pool.

     `Hello,' the man closest to me said in a very pleasant tone of voice,
though I did detect a slight accent. `It's nice to see people having fun,
is it not?' I agreed with him. `Why do you not join them?' he asked.

     `I can't. I'm a member of the crew.'

     `Oh yes of course,' he seemed to snap his fingers. `You are one of the
singing group in the evening shows, and a very good one I must say.'

     `Thank you,' I replied, trying to place his accent. It definitely
wasn't French or German, Italian maybe. His English was very good, and I
said something to that effect.

     `Very perceptive. I'm impressed. Not many people have been able to
detect it.'

     `My aunt was a very good teacher,' I boasted.

     `Then she should be congratulated. Yes, I'm Italian by birth, but I
spend so much time travelling about Europe and the world, that I sometimes
wonder where I really belong. But I am forgetting my English manners. As we
haven't been introduced and nobody here to aid us in this, I shall have to
present myself. The name is Carlo Leopardi, at your service.'

     `Francis Lyon,' I said, offering my hand, palm down. He took it in his
and raised it to his lips and brushed it with the gentlest of kisses.

     `Enchanted. The leopard meets the lion.'

     `Not quite. My name is spelt with a "Y" and not an "I"',' I said with
a laugh.

     `Semantics! The pronunciation is the same; mine has the letter "I"
after leopard. Two beast of the jungle with only an "I" between us. We have
a saying in Italy, that when the Leopard lies down with the Lion, all in
the jungle should beware!'

     `Are you trying to chat me up with that line?' I asked, turning
towards him.

     `Yes,' he answered candidly, and with a most beautiful smile. I
couldn't help but laugh, and he noticed that it was with humour and not
derision for he laughed with me, and I liked him for that.

     `Well I'm not in the position to be chatted up,' I said, hiding my
smile, but I think it was my eyes that gave me away, for he continued.

     `What is an entertainer for? To entertain. What is a hostess for? To
be affable, to, er, entertain?'

     `Don't patronise me!' I snapped at him, my eyes starting to blaze like
a true lion.

     `Whoa, hold on please, hold on. I apologise. Most humbly, but I didn't
mean to demean you. Quite to the contrary I assure you. I think that my
English teacher didn't do such as good a job as I thought. Please! Accept
my apologies once more,' he took my hand and kissed it again. `Let me make
amends by buying you a drink.' Instincts told me to refuse, but his smile
was getting to me and I started to get that warm little glow inside my
stomach.

     `Only one. I have a show to give this evening.'

     `One will give me time to show you that my intentions are
honourable. Two, well, I'm not really a drinking man.'

     `Let's stick to one for today, okay? I said, my smile back on my face,
not realising that I had unintentionally opened the door for further
drinks. He offered me his arm, and we went up a deck and through to the
lounge. We sat at the bar and I saw this other fellow who was by us at the
poolside, also had come in and sat down on the other stool beside Carlo
Leopardi.

     `What's with that man? I think he's following us,' I whispered to
Carlo.

     `Who?' he asked turning round. `Him?'

     `Yes,' I whispered fiercely.

     `I know. He's a pain in the arse,' he said with a smile. `Vito!' and
then followed a torrent of Italian, but the gist of it sounded like, `Fuck
off'. The man slid off the stool and went and sat at a table, out of
earshot.

     `You know him! You called him Vito, and something else which I didn't
understand.'

     `Yes, that's his name Vito.'

     `But...but...' A drink was placed before me without being asked what I
wanted. The barman knew what I drank. Carlo asked for a whiskey, and then
turned to me.

     `He is er, he just sees that when I am talking to a pretty young lady,
that I'm not disturbed.'

     `I don't understand,' I said, sipping at my drink. His arrived and he
too, sipped his before he tried to enlighten me.

     `It's difficult to explain really because I don't understand it much
myself. My family is not exactly poor, nor exactly rich. I have many
business connections throughout the world and, not to put too fine a point
on it, I may have made a few enemies because of my business. So Vito is
with me to see that I'm not disturbed by outside distractions.'

     `A bodyguard!' I breathed. I was that green in those days.

     `Well some people would call him that. I call him Vito.'

     `Don't laugh at me,' I said.

     `I'm not laughing at you at all,' he replied.

     `Your eyes are telling me that you are. Please don't do that. It's not
nice.'

     `I apologise. I didn't realise that you were so perceptive. I see that
I must not only guard my words and my manners, but shield my eyes from you
too.'

     `I'm sorry,' I said, `I shouldn't be so rude.'

     `Look! Let's have some kind of truce here. We can't talk properly if
we are going to keep apologising to each other. Let's start again. Carlo
Leopardi, at your service,' he gave a little bow from his seat.

     `Francis Lyon,' I answered as I offered my hand again, and again he
kissed it.

     `Great! Barman! Same again please.'

     `But I said only one drink.'

     `This is a new meeting, so this is now the first drink,' he said with
a laugh, and I couldn't but help to laugh with him. He was a very easy man
to talk to and the time just flew by. It was the barman who caught my eye
and pointed at his watch. I nodded my thanks and told Carlo that it was
time for me to leave, as I still had to eat, and get changed for the
evening's show. I went below to the cabin and found Diane almost comatose
on her bunk.

     `I've come to hate fucking kids,' she moaned, as soon as I got inside
the door. `The little bastards just wouldn't behave. Even those that had
their parents there. Look at my feet! The toes must be flat the number of
times they've been trodden on.' I saw that she'd already had a drink, so I
passed on pouring out any more.

     `Come on then,' I said, getting undressed, `a shower will make you
feel better. Then dinner before the show.' She gave a groan and heaved
herself off the bunk and after undressing, went with me to the showers. I
just used the minimal of make-up, because we would be doing it again up
top, so with us both done and dressed, we went down to our early dinner
before going up to dress for the show and then do our final makeover of our
faces.

                                                           *

     We started off to a nice round of applause and the first half of the
show went very well. During the break, just before I returned to the stage,
I noticed Vito, and knew that Carlo must be close by. I couldn't spot him,
but if Vito was there, then Carlos was.

     When I did return to the stage, I asked David if I could switch my
solo, and as he knew the music, agreed. So I sang my song for Carlo,
thinking that he might appreciate it. It was "La Paloma". I chose that
because it was the only one I knew that I could sing in Italian. My
knowledge of that language was very sparse indeed, but it's easy to learn
the words for any song in any language. It went down very well with the
passengers and I hoped that Carlo was still out there and appreciated it as
well.

     It was two days later before I bumped into him again, or rather it was
the reverse. We'd just finished a spell of rehearsal and it always
surprised me that we always had quite a few passengers who would spend the
afternoon in the lounge watching us. I think it was a measure of our
success that by the end of the voyage, we would have nearly as many people
watching us rehearse as watched the evening shows. They would clap, and
also laugh with us when we made any gaffes. Sometimes the best jokes would
come out at this time, like somebody out front would shout out a comment,
and I was beginning to get very good at coming up with a suitable
riposte. So when we broke off, it was not unusual for somebody to be there
to buy us a drink. I had just sat down when a man slid onto the stool next
to me.

     `Wonderful Francis. I liked that last comment you fired back at that
moron. Right between the eyes. It was wonderful.'

     `Thank you,' I said, looking over his shoulder to see the shadow drift
to a stool further down the bar. Carlo lifted his hand with the forefinger
upright and two drinks were there in front of us before he had time to
lower his hand. It's wonderful how some people seem to manage that without
any apparent effort. Lift a finger and drinks suddenly appear; raise a hand
and get instant service and only have to pause at a kerb before an empty
taxi stops immediately. Do they have a certain aura, or glow that people
who provide a service simply home in on? I don't think there are many
people who have this quality, but Carlo certainly had it. Even I got caught
up in it. Later, he would only have to look at me in a certain way and I
would be there, and yet it didn't feel in any way to being subservient. He
just had this quiet charm and impeccable manners that just drew people to
him like moths to a candle.

     Retrospectively, I think modelled myself on him. Calm, polite and
assured. Giving out the impression that you know exactly what you are doing
and the confidence in your decisions.

     `I'm having drinks and canapés in my suite in,' he looked at his
watch, `in about an hour's time. I would be most honoured if you would join
me?'

     `Thank you. I would like that,' I replied, sipping my drink. `But I
wouldn't be able to stay long. The evening show you know.'

     `Of course, and I would also like to thank you, for your solo the
other night. It was a charming gesture.' He drained his glass and placed it
on the bar. `In an hour then? Here, for me to escort you?'

     `Delighted. In an hour then,' and I offered my hand which he duly
brushed with his lips before leaving the bar with his shadow not far
behind. I waited till he'd left the lounge before gulping down my drink and
rushing off down below to my cabin.

     Diane, who had left the lounge before me, was on her bunk reading a
magazine as I propelled myself through the door. She shot up as though
scalded, `Where's the fire?' I laughed as I came to a stop.

     `I've been invited to a cocktail party by one of the most handsomest
men on the ship. I met him a couple of days ago on the deck, and now I'm to
be a guest of his!'

     `What about tonight's show?'

     `He knows that! I'll still be there. It's only a small party before
they go for dinner. Horse's doovers an' all that,' I said, using her
vernacular. `God! I must stink like a barn,' I said, getting undressed and
putting on my dressing gown. `A good shower to start will help,' and with
that, I was out and down the alleyway to the female showers.

     After powdering myself and using a few dabs only of perfume, I
carefully made myself up before dressing in the sexiest dress I owned.

     `You're looking for trouble dressed like that,' Diane predicted with a
frown on her face. `What's going to happen when he finds out what's under
that lot? He'll either have a heart attack or kill you for leading him on.'

     `It's a first date! Besides, I'm not leading him on.''

     `Darling, believe me. The way you are looking now, not only will men
kill for you, but ladies will be standing in line to scratch your eyes
out.'

     `That good huh?' I said, preening myself up.

     `Francis, be careful,' Diane said in a low voice, taking hold of my
hand quite tight. `You're starting to play with fire.'

     `I'm on fire myself,' I replied with a show of bravado, but couldn't
help but notice the twinge I got inside from her words. `Wish me luck,' I
said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. `See you in the dressing room
before the show,' and I was gone.

     He was waiting for me at the bar when I arrived there, but I held up a
hand to stop the barman from getting me a drink.

     `Enchanting,' Carlo said as he slid off the stool and kissed my
hand. `Shall we go?' he asked, offering me his arm. I took it and floated
out of the lounge with him and along to his stateroom.

     When we stopped outside the door to his suite, I felt a tingle run up
and down my spine, and then the door was opened by Vito and we went in. A
suite is really two cabins made up into one, half being a bedroom and the
other half as a sitting room. I was led to a settee where I sat down and
looked around the suite. The tingle became a butterfly in my stomach as I
recognised the suite. I took a glass off the tray being offered by Vito and
Carlos took the other glass.

     `You recognise the room?' Carlo asked me.

     `I...I think so,' I replied hesitantly, one butterfly was now two or
maybe three flying around inside me.

     `This suite is, er, almost permanently booked by my father on behalf
of the family. When one of us are not using it, he, er, let's people who
have done him a service in the past, or to impress people who might be able
to help in the future, use it for a voyage.'

     `Er, what about the ...' The door opened to interrupt me, and Vito
came in wheeling a trolley with four large platters of hor's d'oeuvres on
it, as well as two fresh drinks. He placed it by the coffee table, which
was in front of the settee, and then withdrew, shutting the door behind
him. Carlo picked up a small plate from underneath and gestured to the
food, `Shall I?'

     `Please,' I said in a small voice. He put some items onto the plate
and passed it to me with a small fork. He then put some onto another and
then he sat down beside me.

     `Where are the other guests?' I asked.

     `Guests? You are my guest Francis. Do we need others?'

     I let this pass and took a small piece from my plate to eat. In spite
of my trepidations, I ate it and found that it was absolutely delicious, so
much so, I took another piece. He smiled and put his plate down and turned
to me.

     `Francis,' he began, his arm going onto the back of the settee behind
my head. `From the rear, no pun intended, when I first saw you standing at
the rail, beautiful though that sight was, with the slight breeze lifting
the hem of your dress up so tantalisingly, I knew that you would also be
beautiful to behold from the front, and I was right. My first impulse was
to kiss you there and then, but I could see that I would first have to win
your trust. I hope that is what I am doing now. All of us have things to
hide, and there are some things that are best kept hidden.' His hand took
away my plate and placed it on the table, and then took my hand in his. `I
want to kiss and make love to you.'

     `But you can't,' I blurted out.

     `Why? Did you not want to kiss me?'

     `Yes, but...but there are certain things...things you should know...'
He put his finger to my lips to stop me speaking further.

     `When Vito brought in the trolley, he interrupted you?'

     `Yes,' I answered in a small voice, because I had a premonition as to
what was coming next.

     `You were going to ask about the Count d'Eider?'

     `Yes,' it coming out as a whisper.

     `So my dear Francis, there are many things I do know,' he leaned in
closer to me and I could smell the light aftershave he used, `and I think
you have understood why I would like to kiss you. May I kiss you now?'

     `Yes please,' I said in an almost childlike way, and he did
so. Pulling me my shoulders round, gently, so that my body turned and I was
lying across his lap as he bent his head for our lips to meet. They were so
soft that they seemed to melt against mine as we kissed. His lips were
slightly parted so mine did the same for them to fit together, and I felt
the tip of his tongue seek and find mine.

     I could feel his erection beneath my back and I began to get one
because of his kissing. His free hand stroked my leg, pulling up my dress
to reveal my naked thigh above the stocking. His hand kept stroking me till
it eventually moved high enough to cup my balls. I wasn't wearing panties
as usual. Then he took hold of my erection and began to rub it gently.

     `Carlo,' I gasped, breaking our mouth contact, `I can't take much more
of that without making a mess.'

     He released me and putting his arm under my legs, his other arm
already being under my shoulders, lifted me up into his arms and stood up
from the settee. I would have deemed it impossible to be lifted up like
that from his sitting position, but he appeared to do it with ease. He
carried me to the bedroom door and gave it a kick that was immediately
opened by Vito and we changed rooms.

     With the door kicked shut, Carlo laid me on the bed and quickly got
undressed and I gave a little gasp when he turned round and I saw the size
of his tool. It looked like a bludgeon in comparison to what I had seen or
handled before, swinging ponderously between his thighs. He smiled at the
fright that must have showed on my face.

     `Don't be frightened my dear,' he said as he knelt on the bed and
helped me up so that he could take off my dress.

     `It's big,' I whispered. `I don't know if I will be able to manage
it.'

     `Try it for size,' he said, kneeling upright before my face and I
watched it sway before my eyes. I gave my lips a lick and moving into a
more comfortable position, took it in my hand that seemed so small by
comparison. I couldn't even get my fingers to meet as I grasped it. It felt
as heavy as it looked, and my mouth had gone all dry. I think my eyes must
have shown my fear as I looked up from the swollen head of his cock, half
exposed from under the stretched foreskin, to his face.

     `I'll be gentle Francis, I promise,' he said with a smile on his
face. Collecting saliva in my mouth, I eventually opened up and took him
in. The beads of love juice that had sparkled on the end tasted so sweet as
I took it in. At least I was able to get my lips to make a seal around the
base of his head, but it was difficult to use my tongue. But at least I was
able to give him a little bit of head.

     After a few minutes, he eased me off and told me to roll over. I did
as I was told and while lying on my stomach, I watched him get some cream
and rub it over the head of his cock, and with some more, much more, on his
finger, came back over to the bed. I raised myself up onto my knees and
watched his creamed tool waving in front of my face as he liberally smeared
my rear.

     I gave out a scream as the head of him was pushed into me. I'm sure
he'd split or torn me as he pushed it in, stretching me as I'd never been
stretched before, or since. The pain eased to a throb as it passed the
muscle and pushed further into me, the shaft following and filling me
completely. I think the cream had an analgesic compound in it, because the
pain quickly went till all I could feel was this gigantic throbbing inside
that seemed to vibrate the whole of my insides.

     Then with his hands on my hips he began the slow and steady progress
of fucking me, and what a glorious fuck it was. With his steady in and out
rhythm, he touched parts in me that no other man had touched before. I
drooled at the sensations that flowed from deep within me and seemed to
ooze out from every pore as he started to drive me wild. I even began to
start pushing back, begging for him to go deeper and deeper.

     I came myself copiously as he fucked me. With Carlo's cock reaming me,
every forward thrust made my own cock jerk, till it eventually, jerked
itself off. My load shot out in steady bursts every time his thick thighs
reached my bum. I came and came and came, till all was gone, leaving a
string of sperm hanging from the end of my poor sized cock to the mess on
the bed, it wavering with every movement of my body.

     Then he came inside me! With his pelvic bone grinding tight up to my
rear, his balls banging against my arse. I felt his cock head swell each
time he fired off his rounds, felt them pepper my insides. God, it was
wonderful. I cried out with pleasure, then cried out when he suddenly
withdrew. It was a cry of loss. The sudden emptiness was painful, but not
only of the body, it also seemed to be of the heart.

     I heard him in the adjoining bathroom, obviously washing himself, and
I called out his name. It came out as a croak, or it sounded like that to
me. He must have heard me squeak, because he came back into the bedroom. He
was drying himself with a towel and it was still big, even at half size
there, hanging between his legs.

     `Yes my dear?' he asked with a smile.

     `I'm in a bit of a mess here. I came all over the bed. Can I use your
shower?'

     `Of course my sweet,' and he helped me up from the bed and it was all
I could do to stand up. He undid my bra and unclipped my stockings and
helped me roll them down, and I lifted each foot whilst holding his head as
he took them off me.

     `Don't forget the belt,' he called out as I made my unsteady way to
the bathroom. I unclipped it and let it fall to the carpet as I went in and
got into his shower. I had to be careful to keep my hair out of the stream
of water because I didn't see a hair dryer anywhere. I washed my face and
then the front clean of my sticky ejaculation, but I couldn't bear to touch
my rear end.

     `Carlo,' I whimpered as I came out of the bathroom, `I hurt.' He was
already dressed, but he quickly came over to me.

     `You poor dear, come here,' and he beckoned me to the bed. `Don't fret
now. Let me take this towel and bend over.'

     `No. Not again,' I pleaded.

     `Don't be silly, I'm only going to use this cream.' Then I felt the
cold soothing balm being smeared up the crack of my arse. It was almost
instant in its effect of reducing the burning since my shower, and having
the member of Carlo stretch me. That cream was a Godsend and after its
application could at least stand upright. He'd picked up my things and had
them ready for me. He started to offer them to me, but I waved them away.

     `I'll put them on later. If you would just help me on with my dress
please, I'd be most grateful.' This he did and then I stuffed my under
things into my handbag.

     `Let's go into the other room,' he said, opening the door and I meekly
followed him. Vito got up from his chair and silently went through into the
bedroom and closed the door. Carlo sat down on the settee and held out his
hand to me. `Come here darling, you'll be more comfortable sitting here,'
and he sat me down in his lap and held me as you would a small child.

     `I'm sorry if I hurt you, my sweet. I seem to forget that I'm, er,
slightly bigger than a lot of men.'

     `It's not so bad now,' I said, moving slightly to adjust my position
and cuddling in a little closer to his body and his arm that held me
there. `That cream has helped,' I continued, `but it's not your fault. I
wanted it. It...it was that I was not quite prepared for...for such a big
man.' I gave him a wan smile.

     `Here, you've hardly eaten a thing. Try this,' and he put a small
covered biscuit into my mouth. He slowly fed me as if I was a child sitting
there on his lap, but he did let me hold my own glass to drink. I put the
glass down and stroked his cheek.

     `Though it hurt at first, I loved it. I've never had one so good.'

     `You too were wonderful my little Queen of the Seas,' he said, giving
me a kiss on the forehead.

     `How do you know to call me that, and about the Count?

     `It was him that told me,' he said with a little laugh. `I met him in
Paris, just before I went to London to catch the ship. He told me of this
wonderful girl/boy called the Queen of the Seas, and how much pleasure
he/she had given him. He even told me your name.'

     `That wasn't very nice of him,' I remonstrated.

     `Please...don't take him to task. He only told me out of loyalty.'

     `Explain that, and also I think you said something about having this
suite permanently booked, and yet he was in it on the trip home.'

     `Well the Count and my father, at odd times, used to help each other
out in business before the war. When the Germans invaded France, there were
er, certain assets that had to be got out of Paris before they entered the
city. At the request of my father, the Count got these er, assets out of
Paris and out of France. As the Germans overran the country, the Count
couldn't return, or he would have been shot, so he went with them to
Australia, where he looked after them throughout the war. With it all
settled now, the war I mean, the Count was able to return to France, and
father made this suite and other cabins available to him and his party to
return home.'

     `What were these er, assets?'

     `That my dear, is something I cannot tell you, except to say that they
were, and still are, very important to my family,' he said, tilting my head
back to kiss me on the lips. `I'm on my way out there to see that all is
well.' He saw that my glass was empty, and called out to Vito for some more
drinks. Vito came in and saw to the replenishment of our glasses and
silently left the room again.

     `Doesn't he ever speak?' I whispered to Carlo.

     `Of course he does when asked a direct question,' he laughed.

     `Where does he sleep?'

     `In here. He has a camp bed somewhere, which he sets up at night for
sleeping on.'

     `Isn't it uncomfortable, I mean him always being around you, not the
camp bed thing?'

     `No, not really. I'm used to it.'

     `Even when you, er, and someone like me are in the other room, er,
doing...?'

     `No,' he laughed again. `I even let him watch sometimes, and has even
joined in a couple of times.'

     `Oh, I wouldn't like that,' I said, and to change that subject, asked,
`Does he get paid a lot for looking after you?'

     `You mean like a pay check every week?'

     `Yes.'

     `No. He doesn't receive any money. He doesn't need it. He has his
food, clothes and lodgings and anything he wants, he only has to ask.'

     `Then why does he do it if he doesn't get anything out of it?'

     `Oh but he does. Let me explain.' He took a deep draught of his drink
and I did the same and snuggled up closer in his lap, the ache in my bum
forgotten.

     `When he was twelve, he came, don't interrupt me now,' he said,
closing my mouth as I was about to speak. `He came to work in our family
business. Doing odd jobs and running errands, so to speak. Then when he
reached twenty, he was offered the job of looking after me. This he
accepted.' He held up a finger to forestall me.

     `I know what you are going to ask and I will tell you. When he has
been with me for fifteen years and reaches the age of thirty five, and is
still alive,' those last few words made me shudder, `he retires. He is
given a house and a small vineyard and has the choice of any marriageable
girl of the village he has chosen, and a pension for life, which is enough
for him to live and raise a family on. He still has the vineyard to earn
whatever he can make out of it. Then he will sire several sons, and in
time, he will send them to work for my family. If he has any daughters,
they will eventually grow up and marry like their mother.'

     `It's almost feudal! He can pick any girl from a village and she has
to marry him?' I asked incredulously.

     `Pick!' he laughed. `They will positively throw themselves at him. It
means security for them, less of a burden on their family and she can even
help them out financially. Believe me, it works.'

     `What is it your family do?' I then asked.

     `We're in the er, olive oil business. Now I think it was time for you
to be on your way,' he said, giving my back a little rub, and he helped me
up from his lap, and when standing, kissed me. His lips were still soft on
mine for a while and I almost lost myself again in his embrace. He broke
off the kiss and handed me my bag and escorted me to the door. Before he
opened it, he pulled a small tube from his pocket and put it in my bag.

     `Put some of this on before the show and some more before you go to
bed. It will help,' he smiled.

     `Can I...can we...,' I came over all shy, `can we again sometime?' I
finally got out.

     `Yes my darling, soon,' and with a last peck, I left to go to the
lounge and the dressing room.

                                                           *

     Diane was already there, doing her make-up when I got in and leaned
back against the closed door. `My God, you look a wreck,' she said.

     `I feel like one, the wreck of the Hesperus.'

     `Well? What was it like? Were many people there and you look as if you
had a good time?'

     `A good time was had by one and all. I was the one had by one and he
was the all. It was just the two of us.'

     `Give me the gory details then,' she asked, sitting on the edge of her
chair.

     `By God he was big! I think I screamed when he pushed it into me, and
my arse is so sore I don't know if I can sit down yet. I think you'd be the
same too it was so big.'

     `Well you won't be doing that again with him then,' she said, fussing
around and making up some padding for me to sit down on.

     `Oh but I will,' I said dreamily, a small smile on my face. `It was
gorgeous even though it did hurt. I've never felt so truly fucked before in
my life,' making my way to the chair and gingerly lowered myself down onto
it. `He even gave me some cream to use. It helped earlier, and I think I'd
better put some on now.' I got up again and peeled off my dress and Diane
went and leaned against the door as I got the tube of cream out of my bag
and smeared some round my bum.

     `We should really get this door lock repaired,' Diane said, as I
finished with the cream and started to put on my underwear, adding a pair
of panties this time. With the lower half clothed and my bra fixed, she
came off from the door and brushed my hair for me.

     `That's better,' she said, putting the brush down, `you'll look fine
when you've done your face.' Which I had then, just started to do, and
inside ten minutes, I looked my same radiant self again.

     David came in then and sat down to check himself out in his mirror
after saying his good evenings to us. He lightly touched up his own make-up
and asked if we were nearly ready, as Diane and I were getting into our
dresses.

     `David?' He looked up at me as I smoothed down my dress, `Can we do a
little change to tonight's programme. I can't really do the dance routines
tonight. I think I've strained a muscle.' I heard Diane smother a snort of
laughter behind me. I was barely able to keep a straight face as I waited
for his answer. Since Cynthia had her accident, he'd kept back a series of
routines if ever one of us ever had a similar problem, like now.

     `Not serious I hope?' he asked, a look of concern on his face which
was a rare sight indeed.

     `No. I had a bit of stiffness there a little while ago and it seems it
pulled a muscle. It should be all right tomorrow.' I had an even greater
strain not to laugh as Diane was behind me, turning her laugh into a
coughing fit.

     `Yes we can do that. We can do the stand by script that we've already
rehearsed. You okay with that Diane?'

     `Yes,' she managed to blurt out, still hiding her face behind me.

     `Okay,' he said, rising and going to the door, `come on now, we're due
on.' With that, we followed him out and did our show for that evening.

     I'm glad that I'd asked to cut out my dance routines, because by the
time we'd finished, I could barely walk straight. Giving the bar a miss, I
went straight down to the cabin with Diane.

     She helped me undress and not without some difficulty, helped me up
onto my bunk where I lay down on my front most gratefully. Diane, bless
her, put some cream on me and gently rubbed it in, and it really did soothe
me and I was soon asleep.

                                                           *

                                             To be continued.