“Yes, stay inside me tonight… I want to take you with me.”
******
Merrrrrrrr! Sounded the loud horn atop the sizable cruise ship.
The booming noise snapped the young, fanciful Sienna out of her passionate reverie.
“It’s vacation time, girl!” Paige Rumpe shouted to her best friend and buxom companion, Sienna Swooner (evidently the slower of the two).
“Hop aboard quick, ladies!” said a handsome man standing on the dock. “You wouldn’t want to miss this amazing ride, now would ya!”
“You got that right!” Paige replied, inspecting his body (specifically the lower bulge) as she ran past him and onto the ramp leading up to their vessel of choice. Sienna followed after, bumbling with the few, yet cumbersome bags she carried along in each hand.
“Hey Paige, wait a sec—“ she called after her eager friend. There was no sign of acknowledgment from the blond haired girl racing ahead. Sienna, using a shoulder, brushed the touristy straw hat resting on her head up a little higher and out of her sunglass adorned eyes. This was supposed to be their fun adventure for the summer. A last minute trip planned aboard this lovely little cruise. The pamphlet had said the boat would be circling around some far off rocky cliffs. One of which bore a striking resemblance to an erect penis. Paige, an insufferable fiend, never let this fact go to waste. And here she was now…
“Sienna, hurry up! We don’t want to be late! We might miss the penis-rock!”
Helping or assisting her straggling friend seemed to be entirely out of the question. They had an awesome cruise to catch, right! Every gal for themselves! And roughly 30 seconds later, and about as many awkward steps, Sienna managed to haul herself up the ramp and onto the wooden deck of the ship. She dropped her bags on the spot with a thud, a loud sigh, and coupled with a quick wiping of her forehead using the back of the right hand.
“Whew!” she said aloud. “Thanks for the help, Paige!”
Her meaty rumped friend trotted over with a mile wide smile spread across that cute face.
“Oh my goodness! Have you seen the guys on here yet? I just peeked over the railing there down into the pool. Wooo!” Paige fanned herself with a hand, using quite some exaggerated motions.
“Yes,” Sienna eyed her, “I’m sure your boyfriend would love to hear all about them.”
“Bah! Don’t spoil the trip already! There’s a reason we didn’t invite those saps. It’s meant to be a girl’s voyage, remember? We left the boys at home and I hope we left the wet blankets back there with them!”
Sienna Swooner laughed aloud at last.
“Alright, alright,” she sighed, “just try to make sure something else of yours doesn’t get too wet… We didn’t bring many towels!”
“Oh…” Paige paused as a hunky shirtless man walked past. “I’m sure we could find something to help me with that…”
“Unbelievable!” Sienna said, slapping her own forehead. “You are hopeless.”
“Just the opposite, toots. I’m all full of hope! And another thing, look at you.”
“What about me?” Sienna asked.
“You think no one can see you’re walking around with those big tits of yours hanging out? Look at your shirt, showing off your stomach and the low-cut top! But yeah, I’m the unbelievable one! Better be careful with those or someone might mistake them for flotation devices and climb aboard,” Paige finished off with a wink.
“Sorry,” Sienna snapped, “I didn’t notice over the sound of your hot pink shorts riding up your fat ass. Leave a lot to the imagination, don’t you?”
“Enough,” Paige smirked. “Your dad didn’t seem to mind…”
At this point it was all Sienna could do to roll her eyes. There seemed to be one thought on Paige’s mind, and one thought only.
“That’s it, Paigey… I’m going to the room so I can drop this stuff off.”
“Oh sweet! Take mine with you?”
Sienna found herself loaded up like a pack mule, clambering about in the assumed direction of their temporary living quarters.
“I’ll be at the pool!” Paige cheered, darting off toward a mess of toned, muscular bodies.
“Unbelievable…” Although here it could be seen, by only the most observant of eyes, that Sienna did in fact cast a quick glance at her own perky boobs (where it is said a smile flashed upon her face).
The sun beat down on the breasts, butts, and backs of each and every sunbather perched atop the wide boat deck. Their bodies began to glisten with sweat, brought on by the heat. However, when one lad or lass became overly hot, they would simply slink into the nearby pool for a refreshing dip. And when they pulled themselves from the water, their skin would shine even more with the cold beads of water. A real treat for all the men present. As just now a woman adorned in what could only be described as a string-suit attire exited the pool (with some difficulty, as she had been drinking for a while by the looks of her movements). She managed to remove the upper half of her body, leaning over onto the wooden floor, with her ass stuck pointing toward the rear. A glorious sight by any account. The water dripping down each cheek… A slight jiggling motion as she squirmed the remaining portion of her body free of the liquid. A fantastic start to the party.
“Swooner on a schooner! Swooner on a schooner!” shouted the, perhaps too familiar, voice of Paige Rumpe. She performed an ungainly yet provocative dance in tune to these words, evidently thinking the play on Sienna Swooner’s name was a some noteworthy accomplishment. And all this while stone sober (for the time being…).
A young man walked by the pair of girls as the scene unfolded. He couldn’t help but notice the welcoming boobs of Sienna (now being held snug by a blue bikini top, which pressed the two large mounds of flesh together, creating a VERY inviting visual). Paige, never one to pass up an opportunity to display her assets, spied his wandering eye. She immediately bent down to the chest of Sienna, mashed her face between those glorious tits and made the corniest motorboat noises in human history. Naturally (much like Sienna’s breasts), this caused quite a stir among the gentleman folk in the nearby vicinity.
“Swooner on a schooner!” came her muffled cries from between the awe-inspiring bosom.
The young man stood spellbound, stopped on his heels, staring intently at the spectacle. This caused Sienna to giggle self-consciously to herself. She glanced around the deck and spotted at least a dozen other men in similar poses, all frozen stiff, some with mouths agape, and even a few putting a hand over the front of their crotch regions as if they were attempting to conceal something of an embarrassing nature. Not to be outdone, a few cries of celebration and praise emanated from the upper deck as men peered over the railing, looking down her top. But playtime had to reach an end. And so Sienna placed her hands upon Paige’s head, speaking softly, “Alright raspberry, that’s enough. Pull up, get some fresh air.”
And while Sienna may have outwardly balked at this show of appreciation from Paige… her inner feelings might have been guessed easily enough by the way she jutted her chest outward, displaying those treasures long after Paige had withdrawn. One of those, “No no please don’t, really,” while a hand beckons all in attendance to continue. Her fine bootied friend pointed two fingers directly at the impressive chest shouting her schooner line once again.
“I love the look of those,” a manly voice suddenly intoned from their side.
Both girls spun simultaneously to take a peek at the fellow. He was tall, handsome, wearing sunglasses, and perhaps more importantly, shirtless. Showing off a well toned hard body. Broad shoulders and a strict posture, soldierly by the look of it. One he’d obviously spent a long time cultivating. A life deprived of candy and donuts, no doubt. But those abs may well have been worth it in this moment, or so the girls thought.
“Oh, do you?” Paige batted her eyes.
“Mmhmm,” he said. “Actually, I saw you slobbering on them over here and I came over to offer this lovely girl a towel.”
The ma
n extended a hand toward Sienna -- one white towel gripped in the fingers. She took it from him as they exchanged smiles (their fingers touching one another for the briefest of instants).
“Thanks,” came the coy reply.
“Always ready to help a beautiful lady.”
The young man pivoted around and walked away.
“My, my, my…” Paige exhaled. “That tasty treat wanted to slobber all over you, girl! Towel, my ass! He wanted to give you a tonguing!”
Sienna stared after the mysterious man, watching his toned back and traps flex and relax with each step. Certainly a nice v-taper to that lean body. Just her drug of choice. But, she thought to herself, it was a far removed image from her current boyfriend. A rather bookish boy she had grown to love during a college study class. Oh well, looks aren’t everything. And with that thought concluded (or more accurately, lingering on her mind…) she set about toweling off those bountiful breasts. Sienna gripped the material to pat the skin dry – and just then some thin piece of paper fell from within the bundle. It fluttered down through the air; glimpses of the green writing circling round and round.
Paige’s eye immediately caught the blur of motion, like some sort of wound up animal.
“Ooo! What is it! Did he give you his number? Ah, yeah! I knew he wanted you.”
“Let’s not get carried away, Paige. Maybe it’s just a paper from the cruise,” Sienna suggested.
“Yeah let’s sit around guessing all day! C’mon! Pick it up and loo—Oh hell!” Paige huffed. “I’ll do it!”
She bent over to retrieve the slip of paper. This action was met by a chorus of “Wooo!’s” from the guys standing behind her. Somehow it didn’t seem her hot pink short shorts were leaving much to the imagination. Quite the contrary. Paige didn’t bother pulling out the wedgie she had given herself. She knew from experience it would look damn good just the way it was (however slightly uncomfortable).
“I’ll take that, thank you!” Sienna quipped, snatching the paper away. “Hmm, let me see here…”
She looked intently at the paper. The font appeared to be nothing special or fancy. Standard easy to read, with bold lettering at the top.
“Well, what is it!” Paige asked.
“Hmm… It says, ‘You have been selected to participate in a private gathering of THE GAME this afternoon (3pm). The entrance will be located at the big red door at the back of the second deck. Bring this invitation with you.’”
Paige scratched her smooth blond hair. “What do you think that means, Sie? The game?”
“Oh, I didn’t tell you? They have the instructions and details written on the back. Silly of me.”
“Do they really!” Paige cried.
Sienna already had one hand upon her hip, with her head cocked to one side in a contemptuous manner. “No, Paigey, no they didn’t. How would I know what THE GAME is! We just got this note together.”
“Yeah, I suppose so… But if you get to play with him then I bet you’re pretty anxious!” Paige said, giving Sienna a nudge in the ribs.
“Hah! Not quite. Some of us are actually loyal to our boyfriends.”
This caused the blond friend to chortle loudly through her nose.
“You mean that pantywaist you’re dating? You’re a real trooper staying faithful to him. I’m sure he has to fend the crowds of girls off with his dragonblade sword or whatever the hell it is.”
“Actually, I was talking about you dropping your shorts – when you can actually manage to pull them out of that big ass – for anyone with a dirty smile. I have no idea how you haven’t given your boyfriend a dozen diseases by now.”
“Low estimate,” Paige cackled. “This ass of mine is clean as a whistle and these lips are ready to blow.” She slapped her butt loudly, causing another roar of excitement from the nearby men. Paige gave them a little shimmy for their time.
“Now about that game…” she mused.
“Well, it’s about 2:30 now. Maybe we should start heading back there to find out where it’s at and maybe what it’s all about?” Sienna asked.
“Fuck that! I say we go to the bar first. I want to drink a shot off your melons.”
“Unbelievable…”
And with that, Paige trotted off to the bar with a gang of horny eyes glued to her shifting booty; the rise and fall like ocean waves of joy. The hot pink shorts doing their damndest to control the wild current beneath them.
Only a few minutes remained until the clock struck 3. The appointed time for this game to commence. Sienna held the now moderately inebriated Paige by a lone hand, guiding her along the railways on their way toward the back of the ship. The pair walked for perhaps thirty seconds before spotting the large red door as mentioned in the note.
Paige tugged at her friend’s shirt top.
“Have ya got ‘em? Huh? Have ya!” she ordered. “You know I could have sucked off that captain in the bar if I wanted to!”
Sienna rolled her eyes before raising a fist to knock on the metal.
“Yeah, you big tits always think you own the world! Well, I’ve got a huge a—“ and just then the door began to swing open. The girls stood staring, not entirely sure what to expect. The suspense was enough to keep even Paige from blathering on.
“Afternoon, again,” said the same manly voice as before. It was their friend from earlier on (still shirtless and smiling). He tilted his head (adorned with a dark crimson soldier's beret) to one side upon spotting Paige.
“Good god,” Paige whispered to her friend, “they're military!”
“Oh, and you’ve brought a friend, have you?” the man asked.
“Mmhmm,” Sienna said uncomfortably. “I hope it’s ok… she needs to come with me. We’re on this trip together.”
The man paused for a moment, giving Sienna a chance to scan down the front of his plaid surfer shorts, holding just below the belt-line.
“Let me see,” he spoke at last. “Will you have your friend spin around for a moment?”
“Spin around?” Sienna asked.
“Yeah. Just have her turn around and – actually, do you have your invitation still?”
“Yeah,” Sienna replied slowly.
“Ok, drop it on the floor behind you here and have your friend pick it up.”
“Drop it for her to pick up?” Sienna questioned hesitantly.
“Mmhmm, right there behind you.”
And here Paige pulled sharply at her friend, as if to say stop asking questions and just drop the damn thing!
Sienna let the paper fall to the deck. Her friend happily spun round, bent over slowly and scooped it up. The doorman stared at her buttocks the entire time. Nobody was certain, but it sounded like he may have even moaned once (or twice).
“Ok!” he said, clapping his hands in a pleased manner. “You’re both fine to come in!”
“You mean we can enter, right?” Sienna inquired with a raised eyebrow.
The man smiled, stepping to one side, gesturing them in with an elegant hand wave.
Through this doorway they walked out onto another deck; a much more secluded section in comparison to the front portion of the ship. A nice area, they thought. An overhead extension provided shade for about the first half, where the deck then extended another few dozen feet or so.
There was already a crowd of people sitting in chairs, formed into a circular shape. These people turned to look at the new guests, namely that of Sienna and Paige.
“Wow,” Paige said, “these people are all gorgeous! Look at her over there! She looks like a super model and look at that guy, he MUST be a super model!”
“I don't know,” Sienna replied. “The men all look like soldiers, don't they?”
And at that they did. Each wearing at least one piece of military insignia. Navy seal team by the look of it. How quaint, to find them out here on a boat.
“Please take a seat,” the man said as he walked into the center of the chair formation.
Sienna and Paige sat down quietly as instr
ucted in two of the last remaining spots. And Paige had spoken the truth, for all of these people were of a pulchritudinous, beautiful nature. Not all equipped with large breasts, but perky and shapely things all the same. The men were mostly muscular and lean, with a few on the taller, more athletic side.
“Now everyone, if I could have your attention,” the man who had granted them access began to orate, “we would like to begin the game shortly. I will hand out a quick instructional sheet for everyone to see. Read quickly so that we may begin as soon as possible!”
The gathering of sexy sea-goers exchanged glances to one another and back again. It appeared that a number of these people had already played the game in question. This was evinced by their calm demeanor – whereas the uninformed looked nervously about from one another, wondering exactly what was set to occur.
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