The Captain looked down from the bridge of the ship. He watched the passengers milling about the top deck, sunning themselves and playing in the pools. He had been a cruise ship captain for only a few years and it never ceased to amaze him the broad range of people he would see on the ship: old people, young people, children, married couples, honeymooners, teenagers, and so on, all from different walks of life. Some were swimming in money and some had saved for years to afford this one vacation opportunity. He never tired of watching them from his perch overlooking the ship and the ocean.

He was a man of average height and build; some would say he was handsome, some would say he was simply cute. He had features that attracted women, but no woman could ever say what it was that had attracted them. He couldn’t keep a relationship for very long, as he traveled so often and for such long periods of time. Even the most understanding of women got tired of his frequent absences after a while. He didn’t blame them. It was lonely to be the Captain. He couldn’t fraternize with the rest of the ship’s crew because he was in charge, the boss, the head honcho. He was a figurehead for these people and could not be seen in the crew bars below deck doing shots with the rest of them. He wished he could, though. He longed for the camaraderie of it. Instead at night, he wandered the ship to his heart’s content, alone, and would eventually make his way back to his quarters where he would read until he fell asleep.

He grew sad in the twilight hours, thinking of his latest failed relationship. He had thought she was the one, had been nearly positive. She was everything he wanted and she seemed to love him just as much as he loved her. She returned all of his affection with equal ardor and all of his physical attentions with great enthusiasm. But in the end, she wanted more of him than he could give her. She wanted him to quit the cruise business and work on a riverboat to be closer to her. She had not understood that this was his dream, his life’s blood. She had also failed to realize that the money he brought in, the money with which he lavished her with gifts, was not something he could get working on a riverboat.

He still missed her often and regretted the way they had parted. It had not been a friendly breakup; there had been a great deal of pain on both sides. She thought he didn’t love her enough to do this for her and he thought she didn’t love him enough to not ask him to. It was a classic no win situation but they had run it into the ground with each other enough that they would probably never speak again. His heart still mourned her, yet his head reminded him everyday that she had not been the one after all.

Later that night he was wandering the ship. He enjoyed the peace and quiet of it, the gentle roar of the ocean and the salty night air. The ship was so different when the decks weren’t overrun with the passengers. It became a fortress of solitude in which he could lose himself from the rest of the world. He rounded the corner and was at the bow of the ship. From this deck, the ocean was a long way down. He walked over to the railing and leaned against it, letting the ocean breeze caress his face. He closed his eyes and let the calm rocking of the ship soothe his pain away, the saline mist of the sea splash clear his head.

“Hi,” said a voice next to him.

He opened his eyes and turned to look. There was a girl standing next to him smiling at him. She appeared to be about college age, probably on the cruise for spring break. She still wore her bathing suit even though the pool had been closed for hours. It was a tiny bikini and left little to the imagination. She wore a colorful wrap around her waist that extended to the floor. She looked very much like a typical cruise passenger.

“Hello,” he replied. He wished she had let him be. He wasn’t sure he was in the mood for company tonight. However, it was part of his job description to hob knob with the passengers and he was loath to be rude to her.

“You’re the Captain,” she told him, with no real question in her voice.

He chuckled to himself. Did she think he didn’t know who he was?

“That’s right.”

“I’ve never seen you up close before. You’re cute.”

He stared at her, shocked at her candor. He wasn’t that old, unless mid-thirties counts as old, but it struck him that he had no idea what the younger generations were thinking half the time.

“Why, thank you, Miss…?”

“Jenna,” she said. “My name is Jenna.” She held out her hand to him and he took it, smiling.

“Pleased to meet you, Jenna.”

“Ah, the pleasure is all mine, Captain.” Jenna winked at him as she said this, which confused the poor Captain even more. Was she flirting with him?

She leaned against the railing next to him, gazing out over the expansive sea.

“I love this time of night,” she confided. “The ship is quiet and the ocean is so dark you almost have to squint to see anything out there.”

She turned to look at him, smiling. He looked at her in surprise as it was almost like she had read his mind. Maybe there was more to this girl than he gave her credit for. He stared out to sea, trying to think of anything to say to her. He found himself tongue-tied and felt like the village idiot all of a sudden. Since when could a college brat make him tongue-tied??

They stood silently side by side for several minutes, both soaking up the atmosphere around them. He was the first to speak.

“How old are you?” he asked.

She looked curiously up at him. “Does it matter?”

He thought for a moment, wondering why he had asked her that. He hadn’t planned to ask her, it just popped out. He also wondered to himself whether or not it did matter. He shook his head to clear the thoughts away. Geez, it wasn’t like he was trying to sleep with her.

“Nope, doesn’t matter. I guess I was just curious.”

“Ah, I see. And now you’re not?”

She was toying with him and enjoying the hell out of it. She liked watching him squirm. She knew she would have him and soon. He apparently just didn’t know it yet. He watched her as she waited for his reply, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now I’m not,” he told her, trying to take the high road. He wasn’t sure he wanted to take the high road. He was, after all, a man, and she was a very attractive young woman.

She laughed and turned back to the sea. He got frustrated and began to walk away. He started down the starboard side of the ship, convincing himself he was content to leave her standing there alone, looking like a goddess worshipping the stars overhead. Before he got halfway down the deck, he spun around and stalked back to the spot she occupied on the railing. Without a word he came up behind her and began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, all the while his hands pulling her to him from the front, her back against his chest. His dick became immediately hard upon contact with her luscious skin. She leaned into him, throwing her head back to give him further access to all of her. Jenna moaned with pleasure as his hands explored her every inch.

Her breasts were so ripe and firm, perky in her bikini top. He untied the top and let it fall to the deck. Her nipples were erect just from his touch. He squeezed them and pinched them, making Jenna cry out. She reached her hands behind to grab his cock. She never turned around, but kept facing the ocean as he ravaged her body from behind. She felt his manhood pressed against her hands, his tumescent flesh throbbing and aching to be inside of her. Jenna felt the wetness in her bathing suit bottoms. His lips trailed down her back, causing her knees to grow weak. She held on to the railing, slightly bent over, so that her bottom came in contact with the hard cock bursting out of his pants. She reached around and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his dick and worked it with her hand. He undid her wrap, then slid her bikini bottoms down her legs. She was naked now, on the deck of the ship. For a brief instant, the Captain wondered if anyone would happen by. The sight of her nakedness before him, however, banished any thoughts from his mind outside of that he had to have her and NOW. Her tight little ass was right there in front of him and he grew harder and harder as her hand worked up and down his tortured sex.

He shoved his hand between her legs, gasping at the flood of pussy juice that surrounded his fingers. She was ungodly wet. He fingered her ruthlessly, and she bucked against the railing she so desperately clung to. He rubbed her wetness all over, from her clit to her ass, drowning her in her own dew. She moaned and wailed as he made her come over and over again, his fingers stroking her clit faster, stronger, deeper.

He could wait no longer; he had to be inside of her. She leaned further over, sticking her butt out to him, offering herself. He explored her ass with his hands, his fingers; bending over, he explored her with his tongue. She was wet; she was ready. He positioned himself at her tight brown opening, and slowly, he worked his way in. She was so taut around him he couldn’t see straight. His breathing was rapid and shallow as he fucked her. She held on tightly to the railing, clinging, bracing herself against it during this barrage of fucking. He started out slow, but quickly worked his way up to urgent and demanding. Being inside her ass was like fucking a virgin. He couldn’t get enough of her.

He spanked her repeatedly as he penetrated her, his hand leaving red marks on her flawless skin. She only told him to fuck her harder.

“More,” she screamed. “MORE!”

He increased his speed, knowing he would come soon. She reached down and began to pleasure herself as he did.

“I’m gonna come again!” she cried out.

“Oh, god,” was all he could manage.

He felt her climax shoot through her small body and her ass squeezed even tighter around him. He came then, unable to hold back any longer. He poured his load into her tight wet ass.

He pulled out of her and she slunk down onto the deck, finally turning to face him. She sat there, naked, back to the ocean and looked up at him. She was panting and her face was flushed. She grinned at him.

“I knew you had it in you,” she told him.

The Captain laughed.

“So did I.”

He pulled up his pants, reset himself and continued on his jaunt around the ship.