I swiped my card, slipped through a nondescript door, and went down a steep companionway. This area of the ship was a uniform pale blue, a little rough around the edges with lots of exposed piping and wiring, a blank utilitarian space that the passengers would never see.

Two decks down, I reached the crew quarters and my cabin. Normally, as an officer, I would have my own cabin, but an above-average-sized one was available, and I agreed to share it with Nina, a fellow entertainment officer and good friend.

As crew on a cruise liner, you learn to pack lean. Uniforms and a few casual outfits for shore days are all you need. Add make-up and personal effects, and the cabin fills quickly; double that, and space becomes a premium.

As I entered the cabin, I found Nina sitting on the edge of her bed. Despite having just finished a six-hour shift, hosting dinner in the captain’s restaurant and finishing in the piano bar, she was immaculate; her glossy black hair was in a bun, not a hair out of place. Her white shirt and uniform trousers were still crisply creased.

Her years in the USN had left her hardwired to perfection. I could bounce a coin off her midriff; she was toned to perfection.

I sat on my bed, unlaced my white dress shoes, and toed them off. We sat for a while, chatting about our day, mostly moaning about certain passengers. Every trip has those rude and entitled souls.

Nina stood to slip out of her uniform. She never wore it for long in the cabin; she hated wrinkling it. Within moments, her shirt was in the washbag with her bra; her trousers, folded in an almost ceremonial fashion, hung tight on a hanger.

I watched her abs ripple as she moved, not an ounce of fat, pure toned muscle from head to toes. Now clad in nothing but sheer white uniform tights, she moved to sit on her bed. Happy in her near nudity, she started to unravel her bun.

She sat cross-legged, her smoothly waxed sex fully on show through her seamless hose; I could see her darkly pigmented nether lips. Nina never wore panties.  An unusual tingle started deep in my tummy and radiated through my body.

I stood and started to remove my own uniform. Slightly conscious of my softer body, the way my smaller boobs sat a little lower, with a slight softness to my stomach and legs.

Still, Nina had encouraged me to use the crew gym with her, and changes were coming. I did my best to hang my whites the same way Nina’s were.

Stripped down to my thong panties, tiny as they were, they offered some modesty. I poured us both a cold soda, then sat back down.

This was our second cruise together; we were totally comfortable with each other; nudity, sex, sharing secrets, we had both made ourselves scarce for the other on occasion, and we’ve both caught the other grinding the bean in bed.

I was looking at Nina’s toes through her hose. “I love your toes. Did you do them this morning?”

“Yep, it's called midnight blue.”  Her long, tanned leg stretched out toward me.

I lightly held her foot, stroking her instep through the sheer material. Nina let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure. “Tell you what, keep doing that for a while, and then I’ll paint yours too.”

“Okay, I have some coconut lotion.” I offered.

“Yes, please,” she answered with a smile.

I fetched my lotion whilst Nina peeled her hose off before sitting opposite me on my bed.

I started to massage her feet for a while, but honestly, sitting there gazing at her glorious naked body, I’d have sat there all evening. Especially as, by moving her leg, I could see her pussy, and watch as her lips peeled apart.

I very selfishly and generously decided that the foot massage included her legs right to the knees. She soon caught on, smiled knowingly, and shifted her other leg to open herself fully.

As I firmly stroked her calves, working the silky-smooth coconut lotion into her shin, she sighed and reclined on her elbows. I watched in delight as her nipples visibly grew before my eyes.

Wonderful large, dark nubs, just begging to be nibbled and sucked on.

My thong became soaked with my juices and stuck to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to satisfy my building desire.

Nina looked me in the eyes and pulled her knees back. Her lips were swollen with arousal and glistened in the cabin lights.

“Thank you, Anya, this is very special.” Her voice was suddenly very husky. “Your turn now.”

I moved against my headboard as Nadia fetched her nail kit.

Her eyes swept me from stem to stern. “Oh no, fair’s fair, panties off, Ma’am.” My cheeks flushed; I felt the heat as I tugged the sodden, gooey cloth down my thighs.

I could smell my arousal, that slightly spicy aroma that had followed me through life since my college years.

Nina moved toward me, adopted her favourite cross-legged position, and laid my ankle across her calf.

Heat radiated from her firm, soft skin against my calf.

Sheer bliss. Nina’s hands kneaded and stretched my aching feet.

Happily, she released the tension; then she plucked a file from her bag and began shaping and smoothing my nails. As in everything she did, her touch was deft and precise.

By now my pussy was throbbing with desire; I could feel my juices running down between my butt cheeks. There was a deep ache of arousal that started in my nipples and ended deep in my core.

Nina was painting my left foot; I moved my other foot away, offering my pussy to her gaze. She smiled, licked her lips, and made a tonguing motion.

I gripped my nipples, stretched them, and groaned aloud in pleasure.

We had crossed a line. These two friends were no longer only giving a foot rub.

Nina lifted my foot to her mouth and blew across my freshly painted toes. Quite possibly one of the most erotic sensations I’d experienced in my life.

“Anya, your pussy is delightful, but it’s awfully wet. Maybe you should…” Her words trailed off, her intent quite clear.

Suddenly my mouth went dry, and my heart pounded in my chest. I smiled at my friend and nodded.

Careful to keep my wet foot still against Nina’s leg, I slipped a hand between my thighs and lightly stroked my sticky lips.

As soon as I parted my lips, a torrent of juice flowed across my thigh.

To my delight, Nina leaned forward and dragged her finger through my slit. Straightening up, she licked her finger clean with slow, exaggerated sweeps of her tongue.

I so needed to cum and cum hard.

Thrusting two fingers deep inside myself, I pushed the heel of my hand hard against my clit. Not very delicate but very effective.

I screamed in release as I shuddered through a massive orgasm.

Nina gripped my wet foot, eager to protect her handiwork.

The sheets below my ass rapidly became soaked.

I relaxed back against the pillows; little tremors ran through my body.

“Okay, let's swap feet.” Nina giggled as she let go of my foot. I managed to reposition my shaking legs.

Again, Nina gripped my foot. Her strong thumb worked my arch. But then she shook my world.

She extended my leg until my foot was against her sopping sex, and started to masturbate herself against my toes.

“URRRRGH! YES!” She moaned as she fucked my foot.

Truly, I had never been so excited, so aroused, so wet. I curled my toes, letting them ruffle her lips as she rubbed against my foot.

Her cum, warm and slick, coated my toes. Nina knelt up, changed her angle, and settled back down.

I could see what she wanted.

We both smiled,

She slipped my big toe into her pussy, a slick, magical heat enveloped my toes. Her pussy walls squeezed my toe. I curled it and pushed deeper.

“Oooooooh!” A wail of pure lust burst from her as I lay there, a wet, throbbing mess. My fingers gripped and stretched my nips as my best friend fucked herself with my foot. Nina drove her pussy against my foot; her juices coated my foot and ran down to my heel.

“Oh fuck, Anya, I need more. I need my cunt filled.”

In all our time together, she had never used language like that.

“What do you want?” I could hear the tremors in my voice.

“Fuck me, make me cum, please.”

We were so far over the line; any line you could name had been crossed

The raw need in her voice excited me like nothing before.

I moved my foot. My toe popped out of her pussy with a sloppy, wet plopping sound. Nina groaned; I giggled.

Now it was my turn to lead. I placed my hand between her full, firm breasts and pushed her back onto the mattress.

My eyes feasted on the sticky puddle between her thighs.

My pussy is very neatly trimmed; hers was beautifully smooth. Her darkly pigmented lips were swollen with arousal and glistened with her cum.

I swallowed hard; suddenly my throat was tight and my mouth filled with saliva. I realised how much I wanted, no, needed this.

My head dropped, and my tongue skated over her sticky lips; I took my first taste of another woman’s pussy.

Sticky sweet cum coated my tongue, so unlike my own spicier taste. Fuck, I loved it. I dove in for more and more, working my tongue deep inside her pussy.

“Yes, eat my cunt, fucking eat my cunt.” Nina was in a world of need.

Her hips were bucking, driving her cunt hard against my mouth.

She was so close to a huge cum, but I needed to do more. My eyes settled on her discarded hose.

Lifting my cum coated face from between her thighs, I snagged them from the bed. Nina lifted her head and tried to focus on my face. “Please, don’t stop, I’m so close.”

“Oh, Hun, we’re nowhere near finished yet.”

With that, I wiped the silky hose around my pussy. I was literally dripping.

I probably didn’t need to; Nina’s cunt was like a splash pool by now.

Gently, I rubbed the hose against her cunt lips. Sheer white to begin with, the cloth was now virtually transparent.

Nina’s response was instant. She cried and whined and jiggled her hips, craving more contact. “Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me.”

Eager to please, and as excited and aroused as she was, I took one of my legs in my hands and started to gently saw it against her cunt lips.

Kneeling between Nina’s legs as I was, I could feel them starting to twitch and tremble. She was close now, cresting that orgasmic hill.

“Pull your legs back.” I suddenly realized I liked being in control.

Those abs rippled, and Nina’s knees moved back, fully exposing her pussy and ass to me. I’d never seen an ass in real life. I’d never seen my own, and I'd never looked that closely at my boyfriends'.

Like her pussy, it was waxed smooth; also, like her pussy lips it was pigmented darker than her skin. All that cum leaking from her cunt had coated her pucker, and it shone, and almost winked at me. I couldn’t resist. My index finger snaked out and caressed her.

“Oooo!”

I rubbed carefully and applied a little pressure.

“Oooo!”

“I think you like that.” I giggled.

“Mmmm.”

I kept caressing her cute brown pucker as I returned my tongue to her pussy.

I looked across the cabin at the full-length mirror.

We were unrecognisable. Our hair was a mess, our bodies coated in perspiration and cum. Fuck! I felt so alive.

Nina was rocking herself against my face again; she needed to cum.

Grabbing her hose, I started to push one leg with my finger into her ass. She bucked and moaned as I forced the silky material deep into her.

Happy with my efforts, I stopped licking her cunt and started to push the other silky leg into her sticky, swollen slit.

“Fuck me, I’m so fucking close.” Nina was close to losing it.

I’d toyed with her long enough.

My mouth returned to her cunt.

I licked the length of her slit, feeling her heat through her hose.

Her moaning, now slightly muffled, was constant, and her bucking so severe I could have lost a tooth. Finger deep in her cunt, I sucked her clit into my mouth. It was swollen and huge.

Nina exploded. She shook, she screamed, she flooded my mouth with cum.

Just as she started to calm down, I tugged on the hose.

Smooth, silky fabric slipped out from both her pucker and her cunt lips, which finished her.

Her entire body spasmed. A long moaning wail died on her lips, and then she went limp. I watched those magnificent tits gently rise and fall; she was breathing, thank fuck for that.

On very shaky legs, I moved to dampen a washcloth.

I’d meant to wipe Nina’s face, but something was in her mouth.

My thong panties; she’d used them to muffle her screams. I tugged them free and dropped them where we lay.

Carefully, I wiped Nina’s face, removing a sticky mix of makeup, cum, and sweat. Her eyes opened, and a smile lit her face. “Thank you, that was amazing. I’ve never cum like that before. Thank you, Anya.”

I very gently kissed her mouth; our tongues brushed. “Mmm, you taste of me.” Nina sighed, clearly exhausted.

“I do, don’t I?”

I refreshed the cloth, wiped my face, then reached for her hand.

“We’ve ruined your bed.”

I took Nina’s hand and led her to my own bed.

Snuggling in my bed, Nina cupped my breast as she spooned against me and fell asleep; her gentle breath caressed my ear.

ooOOoo

The next morning, consciousness came slowly. Distant voices passing our cabin awoke me.

I was hot, my mouth dry, and my body ached. Something was off, out of the norm. Then a mental freight train hit me and hit me hard. Images of fucking Nina flashed before my eyes. What the fuck had I done?

“Mmmmmm.” A gentle sigh from beside me. A soft breath against my neck; a hand cupping my right breast.

For the first time in my life, there was a naked woman in my bed, and she was snuggling up to me. It felt good, very fucking good.

Gently, I lifted the hand from my breast and slipped out of bed.

Coffee was the first thing. Nina and I started our days with strong black coffee. I turned on the machine and surveyed our normally neat room.

Nina’s bed was a mess; her sheets were hanging off, my panties were lying on her pillow, and her ripped hose were in the middle of the floor.

My bed was a little better; the sheets were kicked back, and there was a beautiful naked woman curled up on it. Nina was almost fetal, with her long dark hair spread across her pillow.

My eyes settled on her elegant ankles, her soft feet, and their dark blue-tipped toes. I really did like that colour, and a tremor passed through my tummy as I remembered what they had started the night before.

With a final hiss and splutter, the coffee machine finished, and I poured two mugs.

It was time to wake Nina, and for the conversation that would follow.

I didn't know what course that conversation would take, but it would take one. I set the two steaming mugs atop my locker, pushed a pillow against the headboard, and sat down gently.

“Coffee?” I gently rubbed the bare shoulder nearest me.

A groan came before one dark eye opened. “Oh.” Quickly, Nina scrabbled to sit up, tugging the sheet above her breasts.

Her eyes bounced around the room like a pinball: my naked tits, her wrecked bed, my panties, her hose. With every glance, her recollection grew.

“Oh fuck, it wasn’t a dream; we really fucked.”

“Yes, we really fucked. Oh, and good morning, by the way.” I could hear the nervousness in my voice.

“Mmm, yeah, good morning. Did you say coffee?”

For the next few minutes, we sat quietly, sipping coffee and trying to wrap our heads around the night before.

Those few minutes seemed like a lifetime; eventually Nina broke the silence. “So, ah, is it a good morning?” Her eyes couldn't meet mine.

I took a deep breath and a long draw on my coffee. “Well, last night my friend and roommate stripped naked with me before we fucked each other senseless, and now we’re sitting naked in my bed. So, is it a good morning? I can’t say that I ever expected to wake up naked with another woman, much less to have fucked her, and yet, yes, I feel amazingly good, and yes, it’s a wonderful fucking morning.”

Now those dark eyes moved my way. “So, no regrets, no anger or disappointment with me?”

“No, definitely not. You?”

“No, I’ve always wondered what it would be like with a woman, and I’ve thought of you a lot.”

With a deep breath, I broached the thought at the top of my mind. “So, would you do it again?”

“Yes, I’d love to.”

“Well, my other foot needs painting.”

ooOOoo

The wind had picked up as the sky had darkened. The temperature had dropped, and rain was possible overnight.

Apart from the ship’s lights, it was dark as pitch, and the ship rolled slightly as it ploughed through the night. The passengers were all below decks, watching shows, eating and drinking, or fucking. On my last pass through the premium cabins, I’d watched two couples kissing and fondling as they retired for the night. Both women were dressed to thrill. Necklines as low as their hems were high. Sheer hose and spike heels, with diamonds glittering in the soft lights.

The men, immaculate in designer tuxedos and glossy shoes, wore obscenely expensive wristwatches.

Both couples had kissed goodnight, their hands wandering before whispering sweet nothings; the men then offered their women’s hands to each other before escorting their new partners into their cabin.

Even during the day, this outside area of the uppermost deck was off limits to passengers. Given the darkness and some convenient superstructure and fittings that obscured the security cameras, you could be assured of a little privacy up here.

I leaned against the railings, my mind drifting back over the last few days. How I now reveled in the feel of soft, warm female flesh. The scent, the feel, and particularly the taste of pussy. Just as I inhaled the fresh citrus aroma of Nina’s body wash, her voice whispered in my ear, “Hi there, sexy.”

In her soft-soled uniform shoes, she moved with the grace of a Ninja. I hadn't realized she was approaching.

“Hitch up your skirt.” Her voice brooked no argument.

Even as I glanced around the deck, I dropped my hands to my hips and tugged my white uniform skirt up my thighs.

That cool sea breeze enveloped my bare pussy.

At Nina’s request, I wore nothing but sheer white thigh-highs under my skirt.

Nina's razor had whipped away my previously close-cropped landing strip.
Immediately, Nina’s hand moved to cup my sex.

Her strong, warm fingers caressed and squeezed my pussy lips.

My wordless response was to bend forward, pushing my ass and pussy toward her. I could never have imagined how sensitive my butt hole could be.

A finger, a thumb, some spit, or on one occasion, an olive oil sachet from the canteen, had all opened my eyes, and indeed my ass, to the world of anal pleasure.

Now my pussy was open. I could feel my gooey excitement as Nina parted my lips. Her fingers danced along my oh-so-sensitive flesh.

She was pinching my lips, gently stretching me. Another finger slipped into my depths.

“Urrrgh!” An involuntary squeal of pleasure escaped.

I froze. Was anybody else about? I didn’t think so; I’d seen nobody on my way up.

SLAP, a swift, stinging blow to my ass cheek. My pussy dripped in response.

“Quiet, Anya, you’ll get us caught.”

I slipped a knuckle into my mouth. Nina slipped hers into my ass.

My senses were in overload.

A cooling, salty breeze caressed my hair and pussy. Ocean mist dampened my face as Nina worked my body.

She had her thumb deep in my ass. A slight sting as it stretched my ring. At the same time, she’d curled a long finger into my cunt.

I started to work my hips. I raised onto my toes to force her fingers deeper. I wanted it all; my body was so alive.

I was bent double, rubbing my breasts against the railing. Flurries of delight shooting from my nipples to my cunt. I might well need a new white shirt.

Nina had set a rhythm. Pulling her thumb out as her finger plumbed the depths of my cunt. Then reversing to stretch my ass wide as her thumb flexed in my most private of places. I was biting down on my thumb, suppressing the squeals of delight.

“Cum for me, darling, let it go.” Nina breathily whispered

I could feel her warm breath against my neck. Her lips grazed my ear before sucking on my earlobe.

Everyone has a spot on their body; that trigger point that will send them over the edge. With me, it's my earlobes, a fact Nina had discovered some days earlier and exploited at every opportunity.

With Nina, it’s the undersides of her breasts.

Anyway, she picked up the rhythm and sucked hard.

Her spare hand covered my mouth, preventing me from biting my thumb off. Lights danced before my eyes and spasms of ecstasy shook my exploding body.

I honestly don’t know what happened next. I didn’t feel her finger leave my pussy, nor her thumb leave my ass.  I certainly don’t remember my legs giving way, or Nina taking my weight in her arms.

When my senses returned, I was sitting atop an inflatable life raft canister. My skirt was down again, but I could feel how wet my thighs were. My crisp white uniform shirt was sodden across my breasts, stained and ruined.

Nina, as immaculate as ever, sat beside me, offering an arm for support.

“Hi, welcome back.” Her face split into a huge grin as she gazed into my eyes.

“Oh Fuck, that was amazing, beautiful, and amazing. Every time you make me cum harder than before.” Even to me, my voice sounded strained.

Gingerly, I moved to stand on shaky legs.

“OK?” Nina asked, still holding my hand.

I took a few steps.

“Yeah, well, my ass is a little sore, so is my pussy, but in a nice way.” I giggled.

“Put my jacket on; you can’t be seen in that shirt. It looks like you’ve just been fucked on a wet deck.” Nina giggled in delight.

“Who’d have thought.” I  giggled back as I took the jacket and fastened the front.

“Now let's go back to the cabin; I need a long hot shower. Then I’ve got a pussy to eat.”

Our lips brushed; our tongues danced. Nina caressed my ass as I cupped her breasts, taking care to run a thumb along their undersides.

With that, we headed to the main deck and the crew’s companionway.