Ruby

[A4mushroom]

(Open for one male to play the captain)

About three miles off the coast of sunny Miami a large, luxury yacht was fixed still in the crystal blue water. 'Jasmine' was painted high and large on the port side and back of the vessel in the same color of the dress that Disney princess of the same name wore. The intense summer sun shone down from the cloudless sky upon the pristine, varnished wooden upper decking of the three levelled super ship. The air was cool despite the heat of the suns rays and a relaxing silence was occasionally disturbed by the distant cries of the seagulls circling above. Inside the boat several catering staff prepared a light brunch with exotic and expensive ingredients and the captain sat in his private quarters on the phone to his wife back inland. He told her how he'd be home soon with a nice pay check after three more days wistfully navigating the west coast for his employer, the owner of this sea mammoth.

Out on the exterior a single person could be found on the top deck making proper use of the beautiful sunshine. A young girl in a bright red and minimal bikini lay upon a deck chair near the front of the ship. Her long hair was glowing as it reflected the yellow sunlight and appeared holy where it lay upon her tanned, blemish-less white skin. One of her long legs lay lazily against the other and glistened with a thin film of sun cream. The lotions sweet scent filled the air surrounding the girl, its calming odour being refreshed with every slight breeze. Her body was immaculate, well shaped and slender with wide hips and large, natural breasts. Her engorged bosom rose and fell slowly with even breaths. A pair of large, round and dark sunglasses covered light blue eyes which were closed beneath. The ambient atmosphere had guided her into a state of dozing. Her full rouge lips were moist and glistened, twinkling like the precious gem that shared her name.

Her father was the captains employer. An enormously rich oil baron from the south that happened to be in the right place at the right time when Bush invaded Iraq. She had lived a life of astounding luxury from birth and as an inevitable result suffered from a deficiency of independence. She was good natured at heart and didn't show signs of the typical spoilt-superiour attitude that plagued rich girls of her generation but under the gloss her own self-governing extended to, and stopped at wiping her own ass.

The captain voiced his love for his wife and family then hung up, returning his out dated phone to its original spot on the small bedside table. He clicked off the small lamp the was the light source for the entire, cramped space and left the dark room. As a member of staff he was sleeping in a room on the lowest, unglamorous maintenance deck of the boat with the caterers and the engineer. The ships personnel were squeezed into six private rooms which square footing equaled that of two and a half of the four luxury rooms on the second deck, all of which slept two and all of which were empty apart from one respectively. It hardly phased the captain though, he was hardly forced there under bad terms, it was just the way things operated. When he called into the kitchen to check the progress he was greeted with smiles.

"Grubs up in ten minutes, Will. You'd better let Ruby know."

His lungs filled with a deep breath of sea air when he stepped out into the roaring sunshine on the top deck. Approaching the white deck chair with careful respect the captain paused for a minute on the image of the baron's million dollar daughter. She was a supremely attractive young teen, he allowed himself that much. When it seemed the she hadn't recognised him she placed his hands behind his back and cleared his throat, cutting the silent air with a rough burst that disturbed Ruby's slumber. Her head twitched slightly before raising and turning to face the man that waited above her.

 

[saedo]

"Grubs up in ten minutes, Will. You'd better let Ruby know."

Will nodded and made his way to the upper deck. As expected, his employer's daughter was reclining on a lounge chair in the early morning sun. The crew liked to joke that perhaps the young woman was solar powered given her fondness for the sun.

Though he knew he shouldn't, he let his eyes wander over her body. Long legs rose up to deliciously curved hips that then narrowed down to a surprisingly slender waist. Her lithe frame continued until one encountered the massive swells of her breasts. Miss Ruby's mother had been busty, to be sure, but in her late teens the daughter had overtaken and surpassed even those impressive orbs. Will let his eyes wander the tanned curves as they surged against the confines of the bikini.

Will forced his eyes away as he felt an involuntary surge of warmth in his trousers. He knew he shouldn't tease his libido like that. Talking with his wife this morning had only reminded him how long it'd been since he'd been home. He could feel his testicles shifting uncomfortably, swollen after this unpleasantly long period of abstinence. God, he needed to get home and get laid.

He stepped close to the chair, waiting for no reaction. When none came, he cleared his throat. Her head stirred and she turned in his direction.

"Miss Ruby, just wanted to let you know that the cook will have breakfast ready soon. Would you like to dine inside or should I send a steward with tray so that you might eat here?"

 

[A4mushroom]

The crisp whiteness of the captains uniform dazzled Ruby's recently revived eyes even from under her dark shades. He stood above her representing a respectable position of authority over the entire ship yet he was obliged to tend to her wants, those were the real authority on board. It wasn't in Ruby's nature to abuse this power, she had been so accustomed to it her entire life she didn't see the potential for exploitation. Although she was used to people waiting on her it struck her as a little odd to have the captain himself relaying messages from the kitchen. Abandoning her relaxed form, she straightened her posture a little uncomfortably to appear more engaged in the conversation.

"I'll have it out here" The words took the form of a casual, almost awkward answer opposed to a demand. The captain nodded and bowed slightly as a waiter does before turning on his heels and returning up the gang way. She watched him go for a moment before raising her eyes to the screeching gulls above. The colors in her visual pallet were restricted to the deep blues and bracing whites that dominated her scenery. The mass of blue that took the form of the sea and sky was fractured by the occasional small cloud that glided boldly across the atmosphere. A second bold white entity in a sea of beautiful blue that recaptured her gaze was the captain. She stared as he walked.

"Captain" She called after him, raising a little from her chair. "Are you also eating now?" He confirmed. "I'd like it if you'd joined me up here, you can tell me where you intend to take me for the last three days of this trip. Have the steward bring up a table and an extra chair." He accepted and disappeared back inside the boat. Ruby reclined once more and closed her eyes. The cries of the gulls seem to dwindle with the absence of the captain.

 

[saedo]

Will felt his shoulders tense as her invitation to dine reached him. "Yes, Miss Ruby," he responded automatically. Internally, he was dreading such prolonged contact with her.

The table was procured and set up as directed. Will sat across from Ruby and tried to focus on the fresh fruit and what appeared to be some fancy French revision of bacon and eggs. It was not easy.

As he'd feared, Miss Ruby's chest was even harder to ignore when it faced him directly. Her impressive breasts rode high on her chest, so the tanned mounds seemed to hover at the edge of his vision. Try as he might, he couldn't help noticing the gentle outline of her nipples beneath the cups of her bikini; even in their relaxed state, they appeared as thick as his thumb.

He wished his own state were similarly relaxed. He hadn't bedded a woman since before the start of this trip and his neglected libido was using any excuse to act out. He was managing to keep his arousal restrained, but only just. He could only hope his resolve would last through the meal. The new uniforms were a bit snug already and he didn't care to test the quality of the inseam.

"Yes, Miss Ruby, we have a couple of options," he responded to her inquiry. "If you prefer to remain at sea, we can. If you'd prefer some sand and sun, there are some nice beaches along the coast to choose from. Alternatively, if you prefer something more private, there are some mangrove islands with suitable coves. They're too small to inhabit, but are large enough to have a beach for you to enjoy. Or if you have other ideas, you have but to ask. I will do my best to pleasure you.... " Will blushed slightly at his word choice. "... er, I mean, please you. I will do my best to please you."

 

[A4mushroom]

Ruby ascended from her lounged position on the deck chair once the steward and the captain had finished arranging the table and food, leaving her shades in her place. Her eyes wandered softly over the large plates of high quality breads and produce that glistened upon a crisp white table cloth. They began to engage in casual conversation as they dined, Ruby eating slowly and with an innate etiquette. She gave a dismissive laugh at his embarrassing choice of words. A chuckle that asserted her social superiority without any such concious intentions. Her personality had developed in such a way that her normal actions seemed like those of the privileged society, creating innocence and naivety in place of arrogance.

"With jokes aside captain," She looked up from her plate for a brief moment, "I'd love for you to take me to one of those quaint little islands." Ruby possessed a fondness for quiet solitude, a feature the came in bucketfuls with exclusive mini-islands. After the captain shared a little knowledge of the nearest ones and did some vague, on-the-spot planning the conversation took a short pause. During peaceful time, when all that could be heard were the gulls and the occasional scrape of a fork against china, a cool, gentle breeze passed over the ship causing the ends of the table cloth that hung over the sides to flutter ever so slightly. The wind caused little goosebumps to appear on Ruby's perfect skin. She wasn't uncomfortable and instead basked in the polite company of the captain.

Upon looking up from her plate again to give him a warm smile a piece of egg yolk slipped from her shiny fork. It left a small yellow trail down the inside of her right breast before falling into her lap. The captain watched as she took her napkin and calmly unfolded it to wipe her mouth and chest, picking the food out of her lap and setting it aside with an embarrassed giggle and a fresh red tint to her cheeks. Shortly after this she decided she had eaten enough and rose from the table. Ruby's waist swayed in a mesmerizing rhythm as she stepped barefoot past the captain.

"I just love being on the open sea! Don't you?" There was a recognizable passion in her voice. It was the first instance the captain had recognized any type of emotion in her speech since they had met. She was opening up to him more and more as the time spent together passed. "What a silly question, you're a sea captain after all." She criticized her self in a pretty fashion. Ruby was now lent against the railings that ran around the whole of the top deck, looking out over the vast expanse of salt water. Her ripe butt was presented to any onlookers and winked as the sun caught it. A luxury, forbidden fruit.

 

[saedo]

His hopes of restraint proved impossible to meet. While he kept his eyes focused above her chin throughout the meal, his pupils instinctively locked on to the errant bit of yolk. Within mere moments, his gaze had followed the goopy egg into her majestic cleavage.

He hauled himself out of that deep crevasse, but the damage was done. His crotch felt noticeably tighter as he blood pooled in his groin. He sent a silent curse at his employer's wife, who had picked out these bright white uniforms for the crew. His previous khakis might not gleam so handsomely in the sun, but the extra room in the crotch was sorely missed.

Things got even worse. Miss Ruby rose from the table, so as a gentleman he followed suit. He immediately wished he hadn't, feeling the fabric of his pants catch and tug on his swelling shaft as he stood.

Fortunately his employer's daughter seemed not to notice and spun swiftly to lean on the rail. On the plus side, this did direct her attention away from him. On the minus side, it thrust her pert buttocks into better view.

As with the top of her bikini, the bottoms were only moderately revealing. The so-called waistband was worn well below hers, seemingly on the edge of falling off her hips altogether. The triangle of cloth covered a decent portion of her round tush, but on either side a bit of cheek could be seen. Still, he'd seen her return from shopping trips with thongs that seemed little more than a few bits of colored string, so any coverage was better than none.

Still, the slight curve of her lower back that flared into her upturned butt seemed almost calculated to spur his desires. Fleeting images of his hands wrapped around her waist as he bounced those firm cheeks against his hips sent a fresh surge of blood to his nether regions.

"Um, yes... I love the sea," he mumbled in response. He glanced uncomfortably down. Perhaps it'd been his anxious imagination overreacting, but had he just heard a thread snap? His veiny cock ripping open the seams of these of these undersized pants like some miniature Hulk seemed unlikely, but still. "I'd better get to the bridge to make course for the island." He turned to go, hoping her back remained to him for a few more seconds.

 

[A4mushroom]

Ruby was disheartened by the captains attempt to leave so hastily. She was enjoying his company. Usually, she would be content in peaceful solitude as her high school peers were of the same social status as herself and therefore belonged to the majority of spoiled, white, rich teens that arrogantly saw the world as an obstacle momentarily hindering the fulfilment of every fickle, materialistic desire that entered their airy heads. However, the opinions of more down to earth individuals struck her as vastly more interesting and relatable so she often gravitated towards older, typically poorer people when the situation allowed for it.

It was summer break and she was going to university the following academic year. Her dad was having talks with some key personnel in Harvard but this struck Ruby as a little unfair for those whole entered through legitimate hard work and intelligence. She was by no means dumb, in fact relatively intelligent compared to the national average, yet she wondered how her place at a top end university could be used more efficiently by somebody more passionate than she. The boating trip was a exercise in both aforementioned traits Ruby possessed. She could get away from the requests to go skiing or shopping from her stuck up acquaintances and surround herself with the simplistic beauty of the ocean and the fascinating opinions of the working class.

"You needn't leave so soon Captain." Her voice strained a little as she masked her request for company with a cool, formal tone. "You too are entitled to a little relaxation on this trip." She turned and ventured over to her sun lounger. "I couldn't possibly have enough fun for both of us." With a smile she re-applied her sunglasses and resumed her relaxed, seductively casual pose on the lounger. "Call the steward up to remove the tables and chairs and have him bring a second lounger." The captain shuffled a little under the implication of a second lounger. Ruby tilted her nose downward, looking at him with naked blue eyes over the tops of her lenses. "Slip into something you could get a tan in and talk with me some more about these magnificent little islands you described."

The captain accepted her invitation and disappeared momentarily to find the steward and change. Ruby laid her head back and closed her eyes, imagining the captain speaking nautically to her as a cool breeze blew over her body. His soft tone soothed her and the wind made her body pleasantly sensitive. She saw his shapely face as he spoke comfortably, hard lips moving slowly with accurate pronunciation of terms she had no understanding of. She believed him to wear a tight white t-shirt that revealed the outline of finely cut muscular pecks to her wondering eyes. A slight, cheeky smile crept across her face as she day dreamed, now focusing on the imaginary man's legs and waist. His legs were quite hairy and tanned with pure white shorts covering his upper thighs, shorts that were five or six inches too short in length and around the waist to be worn in reality. But this was fantasy, and as Ruby stared at her captain's crotch she envisioned a sizeable outline of his thick cock pushed tight against the side of his leg.

The mental image was enough to make her blush in her dream like state. Before her excited mind could advance any further the steward, who was operating in complete silence before this moment, loudly placed a second sun longer adjacent to Ruby's. The sudden interruption was enough to make her jump out of her skin, she gripped the arm rests tightly as to not fall onto the deck. Her gaze quickly flickered between the face of the steward and her toes as her cheeks blossomed with crimson, her discomfort made it feel as if she had been caught masturbating.

"Sorry to startle you miss. The captain should be along shortly. Just changing into something recreational I believe." And with that her left formally. Ruby was left to calm her beating heart and fan her cheeks back to a colour that didn't match her bikini.

 

[saedo]

"Dammit!" cursed Will under his breath as he stepped down into the crew quarters. He'd almost made a clean getaway. But with her invitation to return and relax, he'd only been pulled right back in.

He'd considered refusing, citing pressing matters of the ship that needed his attention. But declining a request of his employer's daughter could be a tricky thing. Will had captained ships long enough to know that some wealthy individuals did not take kindly to being denied by their staff. He preferred not to refuse them unless the ship's safety or the law mandated he do so.

Unfortunately, she'd also instructed him to change clothes. Will didn't typically bring outfits for lounging in the sun. He was on board to work, not to relax. Given her attire, she likely wanted him in swim trunks. He doubted his knee-length khaki shorts would pass muster.

Not knowing what else to do, Will looking towards the other crew to borrow something to wear. That didn't leave many options. The female members wereo obviously out. Most of the other male crew didn't have quite his broad size, so he doubted he could fit into their waistbands. That left the mechanic, Rodney. He was a bit heavy-set, lacking Will's athletic build, but his frame was as close as Will was likely to find.

Rodney chuckled at his request. "A swim suit? Well, best I can do is this. He rummaged in a drawer and threw a handful of brightly colored fabric at the captain.

Will straightened out the suit and grimaced. "Seriously?" The suit was slightly more than a Speedo, but only just. The legs extended down just a couple inches below that of the crotch, leaving nearly all of his thighs uncovered.

Rodney just laughed. "Best I got, Cap'n."

Beggars could not be choosers. Will went back to his cabin and reluctantly put the trunks on. He grimaced as he glanced at himself in the mirror. The crotch was a bit snug, showing a bulge where it cupped his balls. Worse, with no leggings to dangle his shaft down, he was forced to drape it across the front of the suit. Even soft, you could make out a slight cylindrical shape curving across the top of his left thigh towards his hip.

Will donned a loose T-shirt. The bottom hem reached past his waistline, so he could only hope that might offer some limited concealment. Sighing softly, he went back on deck to join Miss Ruby.