The Lovely Lotus

Chapter2

The Captain’s quarters are quite lavish to include a dining table, desk, room for the large copper tub and a bed large enough to sleep ten. Richly colored silks draped around the bed. After the crewman has seen everyone else out the door, he walks back over to where captain Eliza is sitting behind a large desk and holds out his hand to her. Each night she takes the offered hand and allows them to guide her over to the tub.

Slowly he undresses her, removing all accessories, belts, rings, sashes, etc. Next, he kneels and removes her boots slowly. Then, still kneeling he unlaces her breeches, removing them until all that remains is the corset holding breasts begging to be released. He unlaces it and as the corset falls away her breasts fall heavily and sway making his mouth water, he ignores this and again reaches his hand out to hers after standing, assisting her as she relaxes back into the steamy, lavender scented water.

She closes her eyes for a few moments, breathing in the sweet floral scent and letting the heat of the water caress her, as always, she can hear him moving (no matter which member of the crew she has chosen. Hearing this causes a sly smile to dance across her lips. She loved each and every member of her crew, though not romantically.

This nightly ritual was simply to fulfill her needs and desires, thus this little game of patience she plays every night. She knows without opening her eyes that the man of the evening has positioned himself, so she has the very best view of him, and he is waiting for her approval to begin. Sometimes, she gives permission immediately, especially when she is tired. Other nights though, she enjoyed the game and stretched it out. Tonight is one of those nights.

As Eliza opens her eyes, she sees she is correct, he is standing mere inches away, where the lantern made him look quite magnificent, like the sea god Poseidon himself was in her cabin. Shadows played in nooks and muscles look more defined, not to mention his large member straining against the soft cotton breeches.

Most nights, Captain Eliza allows that night’s crewman to pleasure himself while she soaks the days worries away. After they climax, they kneel beside the tub, pick up a cloth and bathe their Captain from head to toe, as if she is the most amazing woman in creation, to many of them she is. Tonight though, she wanted to play the game a bit longer.

“Bathe me first tonight,” she tells him in a seductive tone. He looks at her with a question in his eyes but kneels beside the tub to comply. “No cloth tonight, only your hands.”

He raised his eyebrow at that, this was a new game, one he hadn't played with the captain before, but he was more than willing. “Ay, Captain,” he managed in a hoarse whisper as he picked up the bar of lavender soap from a nearby table.

What was her plan tonight, he wonders as his throbbing member seeps as he slowly moves against the outside of the tub. He slowly rubs the soap in his large, strong hands making a generous lather, then sets the soap back down. He looks up once more at Captain Eliza’s face and she is watching him intently.

“Captain?” he says questioningly.

“Shhhhhhh...wash me,” she whispers.

Gently, he begins to wash her, head to toe, spending a generous amount of time on her breasts, then slowly moving down, washing each of her long legs, until the only place he had not touched her was the place he wanted most to touch her in this moment. Right there at the apex of her luscious thighs. Right as he was sliding his hand up her thigh was brushing the top of her mound, she whispered, “step away.”

He follows the order slightly confused as she reaches her hand up for help standing and stepping out of the tub. “Dry me.” he happily does, then watches as she saunters over to a black velvet chaise lounge covered in plush pillows and stretches out on it, propped on the pillows.

“Come stand near me so we can see each other.”

“Here, Captain?’ he asks as he walks to a spot near her feet.

“Yes,’ she says breathily, “Now remove your breeches.” She watches intently as he obeys. She sees every rippling muscle, every scar, even that silly tattoo of a fairy on his inner bicep.

“Pleasure yourself.” With that he slowly began to stroke himself, terrified he was going to embarrass himself and come too soon. She wanted a show, by damn he was going to give her one.

As he stroked himself, he allowed his gaze to travel up the voluptuous Captain Eliza’s body, thick thighs, curvy waist, and large breasts men want to bury their face in (in fact each member of the crew had buried their face in the captain's bosom on one night or another). His eyes finally reached hers and found them to be glowing mischievously like bright emeralds.

He kept eye contact as he quickened his strokes, panting lightly and feeling the pressure trying to burst. Motion catches his attention, and he looks to see her hands moving along her body, one stops at her breast while the other continues to her thighs, once there she spreads her legs open wide, he can see the moisture gathering between her legs.

“Quartermaster, I want you to taste me,’ she gently commands. With an almost animal growl he drops to his knees, his large member still in his hand. He looks up once more with a question in his eyes saying “Captain,” awaiting her final command.

“Daxton, tonight I want you to call me Eliza.” That was all the approval he needed. No one ever called the captain by her first name, hell many didn't even know her first name.