You moved toward the bridge with an air of authority and determination. One deck hand asks if you are lost, but you tell him that the captain asked to see you. In no time at all you are standing on the deck of the bridge. The captain sees you and smiles, "May I help you, Miss?"
The captain is a tall, distinguished looking man with just a touch of silver in his jet-black hair. His accent tells you that he is French. "Captain, I have to talk to you about my husband, we left him behind in Jamaica."
The captain, looking quite concerned, invites you to his cabin, directly behind the bridge. You follow. The cabin is lavish. There is a queen size bed, a large desk, and a sitting area. As soon as you enter, you turn to the captain, "Captain, I'm a newlywed. My son-of-a-bitch husband made a stop in a whorehouse while we were in port. He missed the boat because of that!"
The captain is examining you closely. "He missed the boat in more ways than one." The captain began running his fingers up and down your legs. Finding the catch to your mini-skirt, he undoes the clasp and lets the skirt fall to the carpet. His fingers catch the hem of your blouse, he pulls it up over your head. "Marvelous," he exclaims as he lowers his head to your breast. As soon as he begins twisting and licking and sucking the sensitive nipples, you know you are in the hands of an expect. Butterflies quiver in your belly. You can feel the hot liquid begin to run in your pussy.
The captain lifts his head and looks deeply into your eyes, "It will take us two days to arrange for a sea plane to bring your husband out to us so I think we can leave him there until we go back. In the meantime, I will make it my personal duty to make this an enjoyable honeymoon for you."
As the captain resumes sucking on your tender and hard nipple, you feel his skillful fingers slid under the g-string and into your wet, hungry pussy.
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