I found her button with the tip of my finger and rubbed it gently. Mitsuko squeaked into my mouth and she hugged me even more tightly. I continued my slow, gentle massage until she shuddered and broke the kiss, taking a deep breath and blowing it out.Mitsuko released the hug and tugged on my polo shirt, pulling it out of my jeans. I slipped my hand from her jeans, causing her to whimper softly. She pulled my shirt up and over my head, then from my arms, and let it fall to the floor. I pulled her into an embrace, crushing her small, firm breasts against my chest. We kissed again, I ran my hands down her back, slipped them inside her jeans and panties, and cupped her firm butt. I pulled her against me, enjoying the pressure on my shaft, and imagining what it was going to be like when I reached my desired destination.Breaking the kiss, Mitsuko moved her hands to my belt and unbuckled it, then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. She tentatively slipped her fingers under the. Everything just moved wrong on the ship. Her Aunt Vondi had cautioned her with horror stories of seaborne illness she’d termed sea-sickness, but her Aunt’s worries had proven unfounded. Some of the Royal Guard had succumbed to heaving their stomachs’ contents over the rails, but she’d been fine.She ambled onto the deck. With the constant rolling of the floor, she couldn’t very well walk onto the deck. An amble had been the best she could manage.She made her way over to the rail with a purpose other than adding her dinner to the bottom of the sea. She’d found she enjoyed standing at the rail, watching the water. It calmed her. At that moment, she needed calming. She needed calming enough to brave the sickening fish smell for a time. The day promised to be exciting, but also terrifying.As she stood at the rail, she sighed. She finally realized the sea air held a briny odor but the annoying, fishy smell wasn’t coming from the sea. It must originate from the boat.The crew, as they had.
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