Bosom Bondage Buddies

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 17 - A Swing and A Miss

  

The next day dawned bright and cool so we decided on our leather dresses. I laced Kelly so tightly into her soft ivory garment that her ample breasts threatened to spill over the top of the bustier at any quick motion. She had carefully crammed her tits into the bodice of the dress so that the aureolae around her nipples didn't show, but the erect nubs of her nipples themselves were unmistakable. Then I helped her with the laces on her thigh-high boots. When it was my turn, she squeezed me first into a corset then added the dress, lacing it as well. The supple material of the dress was pulled tightly enough to show the garters holding my stockings when I walked and also made it clear that I was not wearing panties since the band of my thong was pulled up under the corset. Kelly didn't have to worry about garters or panty lines since by our agreement she didn't wear underwear with that dress. By the time we got all the strings pulled tight we were laughing and giggling and reminding each other about how wonderful zippers were, especially when the time came to undress. I hadn't gotten any thigh-high boots of my own but I did have a pair of black sandals with eye-catching ankle straps and heels that were slender and elegant and very, very tall. Grabbing the jackets that went with the dresses, we sauntered on deck. It was late enough in the season that most of the other passengers were also wearing light jackets in the cool morning air, though many of the younger or more fashion-conscious women were dressed in short skirts. We did, however, set a new standard for shortness of our micro-miniskirts and height of our heels. As we approached the breakfast buffet, I was grabbed from behind by an unbreakable set of arms that would have done justice to a Kodiak grizzly.

"Good morning, Rocky," I greeted without turning around. In the first place it wasn't possible to move, and in the second I knew who it must be. He buried his face in the silken cascade of my hair and kissed the back of my neck, then turned me around.

"You look incredible this morning," he grinned. "I didn't think you could top last night's gown, but I'd forgotten how terrific you look in a short skirt. What a choice to have to make."

"Beggars can't be choosers," I teased. Since he was probably the richest man on the ship, it was especially pointed to call him a beggar. Kelly struggled to strangle her giggle and looked around for her blond. I knew if he didn't show there would be another along shortly.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked politely, the twinkle in my eye adding a question about the bulge in his pants he had been showing when he left the night before.

"No, you minx, and you know why," he chuckled with a better nature than I would have shown in his place.

"Believe me," I whispered to him, "I am sorry. Truly, truly sorry. I had the same problem myself."

He smiled ruefully at the fate that had brought us together at just that time (so he thought) then squired us to the buffet. By this time Kelly had attracted a couple of tall blond suitors, the factory must have been working overtime. Of course, the tight leather dress didn't impede her attraction effect. Since she was clearly not lonely, Rocky and I got a table by ourselves. My tight corset kept its usual limits on my eating and in a short while Rocky was escorting me along the deck, providing a tour throughout the ship except for the machinery spaces, and offering continual challenges for my high heels and tight skirt. I could see his amusement at my predicament, but I could also see his interest build whenever I had to stretch the material an extra amount. We ended up on the bridge and he patiently explained all the instruments and controls. He never had told me he owned the ship, but the deference shown him by all of the crew and his casual entry into places forbidden to regular passengers would have made it clear he had some special authority even if Kelly hadn't told me. The bridge wing was a good place to watch the humpbacks frolic with massive grace while my hair streamed back in the breeze to caress Rocky's neck. Rocky was pointing out the small Pacific Whiteside dolphins which were cavorting near the bow when I saw Kelly on a deck below. By now she had three blond studs in tow. It must have been the boots.

"Kelly!" I called. "Did you see the whales?"

"Couldn't miss them!" she called back.

That was about the only time I saw her during the daylight. I was able to go solo now whenever I needed to and she was enjoying the unaccustomed attention of her hunk patrol. The day flew by. Somehow Rocky and I missed lunch, which didn't matter since I couldn't eat much anyway. Besides, there were always buffets of wonderful food set out for anyone who couldn't wait for the next official meal. In a surprisingly short time the sun was going down and Rocky stood by the rail with me, watching the glowing orb sink into the sea with his arm slipped around my waist.

"Do you always wear that armor plate?" he complained.

"I told you that you wouldn't believe what I had to do to achieve this shape," I smiled.

"I may have to hold you somewhere softer," he warned. He slid his hand down to cup my smooth ass.

"Promises, promises," I teased as I leaned into his massive chest, wiggling slightly to signify my pleasure at his target.

He pulled me in front of him and reached his massive arms around me. He started to caress my leg, running his hand up, then under my skirt to the top of my stocking. His other hand moved from my waist upward beginning to mount the swell of my artificial bust. I gasped with real tension though not for the reason he expected, then moved away.

"Oh, Rocky," I moaned, "I want you so bad, but I can't right now. I'm so sensitive even a gentle touch feels like sandpaper. I'm so sorry."

"No," he panted, "I forgot. It's my mistake. Will you forgive me?"

"Forgive you?" I asked in surprise. "It's not your problem."

"Actually," he chuckled, "I guess you could call it my problem, too. It's certainly giving me fits."

"You should feel it from my side," I giggled, relieved that the situation had defused.

He escorted me to my cabin, still breathing heavily, and I wondered if after he left he was going to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. He left me waiting impatiently for Kelly who arrived in plenty of time to change for dinner, where we again had been invited to the Captain's table.

I already had on my corset and we decided to leave my hair down that evening, so I just needed to freshen my makeup and put on a dinner dress. Kelly needed to start with the corset and while I was lacing her into it I casually commented, "You seem to have had a lot of fun with your blond hunks today."

"Jealous?" she teased.

"I'm so confused right now I don't know whether to be jealous for myself as Ran due to the attention you're getting, or as Brandy since you're attracting them in teams and I only have one guy."

She laughed at my self-inflicted dilemma. "But what a guy. That stud is one powerful man. It looks like he could just about pick this ship up in one hand. He's rich, too. Lady, you need to catch him while you can."

"What do you mean?"

"If Brandy is going to understand what it means to be a woman, she needs to do more than kiss a guy."

"But I can't," I grumped in exasperation, "I haven't got the right plumbing."

"So improvise," she chuckled. "Find out what he feels like, and what he tastes like. You've got enough equipment for that."

I dropped my mouth in shock, "Are you serious?"

"Completely," she said smugly. "Are you woman enough to go through with it?"

I wondered myself. "What about you and your hunk patrol. Do you want to try and catch a couple of them?"

"Not really, but I hate to be a tease. I never really teased you as much as I'm doing with these guys."

"So quit teasing," I suggested.

"Oh, but I'm having fun," she giggled.

"Then make it more than a tease," I offered.

Now it was her turn for surprise, "You're kidding."

"No I'm not," I said. "Tell you what, if Brandy can do it with Rocky, you can do it with one of your hunks."

"Only one?" she teased.

"Or a dozen," I teased back, "however many you can handle."

"Whatever Brandy can do?" she asked.

I gulped, but nodded in confirmation and we continued getting dressed. Our gowns for that evening were still a complementary pair, this time in the dark wine red and pale pink originally selected for our nightgowns. They were tightly fitted satin up to a high lace collar, with puffy short sleeves but long skirts that hugged our legs down to the knees where they exploded into a wide, tapered ruffle that left our ankles visible in front but trailed to the floor in back. Completing the outfit were over-the-elbow gloves in shimmering white satin and thin-strapped sandals with our traditional towering heel. After all the tugging and adjusting was done, I tried to walk across the room in the narrow skirt.

"Goodness, this is impossible. I don't think I'm making a foot of progress with each step. My knees might as well be glued together," I complained.

"I know, isn't it glamorous?" Kelly giggled.

We left the room early, knowing our progress would be slow, and tried to negotiate the staircases with grace and dignity. We were quickly laughing with the impossibility of being graceful on stairs in those tight dresses, and relaxed into doing whatever it took. On the level decks, by rolling my hips forward in an even more exaggerated swing than normal, I was able to get about a foot of progress with each step, which seemed like a major achievement. When we finally reached it, we found that my place at the Captain's table was the same as before, but Kelly had been moved to the seat previously occupied by the vanished Lady Elaine and allowed to invite a guest. One or another of her blond hunks was waiting for us at the table, along with Rocky. The men courteously stood as we approached and held our chairs for us.

"You're looking terrific tonight as well," Rocky smiled.

"Tell me, how do you ladies walk in those outfits?"

"Very carefully," we replied in chorus, provoking laughter from our whole table. The Captain arrived shortly and the meal began, excellent as always. At least, the small portions that our corsets allowed were excellent. Just as we were finishing an officer approached the Captain and whispered in his ear. He made his excuses and left quickly.

"Trouble?" I asked Rocky.

"I don't know," he admitted, though I could see concern in his eyes. "Well, the Captain is capable of handling anything that might have come up, or he can find me."

We adjourned to the weather deck once again to look at the sea and the sky, but clouds hid the stars so we strolled along, listening to the hiss of the sea below. As we passed into a darkened area of the deck, before I knew what was happening, Rocky was kissing me deeply, grabbing the globes of my ass and pulling me into him. I deftly turned to keep his leg from coming up between my own and discovering my hidden secret, but otherwise responded to his kiss with matching intensity. Even as I abandoned a portion of my control to the animal passion I was feeling, I could hear Kelly's admonition echoing in my mind. Did I ever want to do more than kiss a man? Was this the man I wanted to do it with? No other man had ever made me feel so delicately feminine and I would never be closer to pure Brandy with anyone else, so it was now or never.

I let one white-gloved hand drift toward the bulge in his pants and whispered breathlessly in his ear, "My Hero, just because I'm benched for a while doesn't mean you have to suffer. If you won't think me too wanton, it would really please me to pleasure you. I still can, you know."

His eyes glowed in the shadows with desire and his breath rasped roughly with his need. He kissed me even more passionately than before, then nodded abruptly. Taking my arm, be led me toward the deckhouse, pulling too quickly for me to keep up in my too-tight dress and too-high heels.

"Wait up, darling," I tugged back on his arm. "Remember, I'm a little clumsy tonight."

"Never more graceful, my Brandy," he gallantly disagreed. "You are a vision of loveliness and flow with more style than any woman I have ever seen. Walking slowly is a small price to pay for the beauty you carry with you wherever you go."

This got him one of my better smiles and a squeeze where I clung to his powerful arm. Nonetheless, he slowed his pace to the best I could do, which involved enough hip sway to keep me bumping into him as we walked. He patiently waited as I negotiated the staircases until we reached the final one leading to the deck with his stateroom. At that point he laughed and effortlessly lifted me in his arms and carried me up the staircase in an intensely sensuous repeat of the famous scene from Gone With The Wind. Holding me as easily as if I weighed no more than the watch on his wrist, he opened his cabin door and carried me across the threshold into a suite that was much larger than the cabin that Kelly and I shared. The first room was a sitting room which he carried me across to reach the bedroom where he set me gently down on the enormous bed, then tenderly kissed my soft lips. I returned his kiss with passion and energy, anxious to proceed before my nerve failed. I managed to pull off my satin gloves, then felt like ripping the long, glamorous nails from my fingers as they got in the way as I began to fumble with the knot in his tie. He laughed at my predicament, though the fire in his eyes burned hotter than ever, and gently took over the task. I let him have the tie and knew the studs of his tuxedo shirt would be no easier so I decided I might be able to contribute to the zipper on his pants and reached down to make my attempt. His eyes widened as my fingers groped his bulge, and he started to pant as his own fingers began to fumble helplessly. In a second I expected him to tear his tie in two if necessary, but he finally got it undone and threw it away. He pulled off his jacket and started on his shirt buttons while I worked on his pants, finally getting the zipper down and the other fastenings released.

I reached up to push his suspenders off his shoulders, then made him hold his arms down so I could work them through the suspenders and free his pants. We were working frantically together to remove his clothes, my fingers clumsy with the long nails, his clumsy with need, and the humor of our adolescent groping hit us both at once. I dissolved into giggles and he answered with a deep chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight," I smiled. "We can take our time and do this like grown-ups."

"I know," he replied, "but you don't know how bad I need you."

"Oh, I expect I probably do," I giggled, knowing better than he would have believed possible.

He finished removing his shirt, slipped off his shoes and then pants and socks. In just a few seconds, probably faster than our haste would have allowed if we fumbled together, he stood before me in his thin briefs. I stood up to face him and we kissed as I used one hand to stroke him through his underwear, making his massive bulge grow even further. His kiss showed restraint and the fight to keep his need under control, allowing me to set the pace. His body really was massive, heavily muscled but with minimal fat. The years of hauling lines on his fishing fleet could be clearly seen in the ridges of his abdomen. I let the long nails of my other hand trail over his chest, twirling the curly hair which covered it. Pushing him backwards, I had him sit in a chair, then kneeled before him and pulled at his briefs. He lifted his hips off the chair so I could slide them down. His heavy cock began to appear, then sprang to attention as it cleared the band at the top of his underwear. It was like him, I thought, rougher and thicker than mine. The veins stood out in sharp relief. I could tell that the one I hid under the dress would be longer when aroused, but not as wide. I wondered if I could fit him into my mouth.

I knew my face was burning under the shadow of my hair. A part of me could not believe I had gotten to that point. A part of me wanted to turn and run. A part of wished for a cunt of my own, so that I could take him deeply inside of me. In the end, a compromise that was the one expected since my conversation with Kelly was my only real choice. I took the base in my hand, thrilled by the elegant nails that surrounded it, and blew softly on the tip. He gasped and his eyes glinted with need, and lust, and appreciation. I licked my glossy lips and leaned forward but my hair cascaded into the way. I used my other hand to gather up the heavy mass of it and draped it over one shoulder. Tilting my head to keep it there I licked my lips and again moved forward. I knew I was stalling, but I had to work myself up to it.

Kelly and Billie Jo had demonstrated highly effective techniques which I remembered in great detail. I extended my tongue and began to lick tentatively at the head, tasting the tiny drop glistening at the tip. I began to paint his throbbing cock from head to base, licking it in smooth, overlapping strokes that left it glistening. I had just pulled my head back to move to the next phase, then brought my dark red lips forward to plant a kiss on the tip when the phone rang.

It was as though an alarm had been triggered when I kissed his cock. I jerked back in shock, and Rocky groaned first with need, then with suppressed anger. I looked up at him with a silent offer to continue regardless of distractions, but he numbly shook his head.

"That's the phone from the bridge. They wouldn't call unless it were important."

"So is this," I laughed, but then I leaned back out of his way.

He grinned in good-natured recognition of yet another sign of the basic unfairness of the universe and went to the phone, forcing his panting breath back almost to normal when he picked up the handset.

"Yes . . . uh huh . . . What! . . . What's the Captain doing about it? . . . . uh huh . . . When? . . . uh huh . . . Okay, I'll be right there."

This last few words spelled the obvious end to our entertainment so I struggled back up onto my heels in the tight dress and looked around for my purse. Rocky looked at me with such sad eyes that I had to laugh, though I went to him and hugged him in sympathy. He kissed me deeply, but quickly, then turned to gather his clothes. After only an instant, he reconsidered and dropped his tux, then went to the closet to take out rougher work clothes instead. As he was dressing I used the mirror in his bathroom to once again refresh my makeup. A brush for my hair and I soon had the long waves flowing smoothly. With one last tug at my dress, I pulled my gloves back over my elbows and turned to go.

"Aren't you even curious what the call was about?" he asked.

I let my frustration sound in my voice as I replied, "All I care about right now is that we were interrupted. I figure it must be about as important as nuclear war or the Exxon Valdez or you wouldn't be leaving, at least, you better not be."

"Funny you should mention the Exxon Valdez. That's closer than you know. One of my fishing boats is in trouble and about to go aground. They've got a helicopter coming to pick me up and I'll have to go see what can be done."

"Not the Captive Princess," I worried.

"No, she's okay. This one is called the Siren Song. Could be a bad name if it puts the boat on the rocks."

"Will it be dangerous for you?"

"No," he assured me. "I mostly need to be there to make sure nobody else takes foolish chances."

I asked my last question with my eyes, and he shrugged his shoulders, indicating he didn't know when he would make it back. Nodding acceptance but with a big sigh, I again turned to go. He intercepted me and folded me into his massive arms, showing with tenderness his appreciation of my offered pleasure. I hugged him closely as well. I really was frustrated. Now that I had psyched myself up to actually suck a man's cock, I wanted to try it. I didn't know if I'd ever get another chance, nor if I would take it if the opportunity appeared.

"Walk out to the copter with me?" he asked.

"Of course," I nodded.

We walked along the passageway as fast as I could go, which means an easy stroll. I was in a glamorous evening gown and impossibly high heels. Rocky was in jeans and sweater, with rubber boots on his feet. A highly-polished panel provided a mirror for our combination and we had to laugh at the sight. Rocky didn't know by orders of magnitude just how funny the combination really was, but it cheered him up at least a little and tickled my sense of humor. When we reached the weather deck, the helicopter was hovering overhead. He hugged me at the doorway and I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, mostly to leave a red brand on his face for his friends to notice, but in an instant he was gone, walking to the waiting hoist line. As they were helping him into the basket he said something to the ship's officer standing there, pointing at me. I watched from the shelter of the doorway until he was lifted to the helicopter and disappeared inside.

I was turning back to the doorway when I heard the officer call out, "Miss Dewinter . . . Brandy!"

"Yes," I waited.

"Mr. Thornton asked me to escort you to your cabin. He also indicated that you and your sister-in-law are welcome to move into his cabin while he is gone. I don't expect we'll see him again before Anchorage."

"Tell him thanks when you see him again," I sighed, "but we'll stay where we are. It's only two more days. I don't think I'd like being there without him, anyway."

"As you wish, miss," he said agreeably.

"Please, call me Brandy," I offered. "I'm not special enough for important people like you to treat so formally."

"Miss Brandy," he compromised, "if Rocky likes you, you're plenty special for this crew."

I smiled and gave him a quick, sisterly hug, but I couldn't walk at all in that outfit without swinging aggressively so I gave him a show as well. His eyes widened in appreciation, and I could see a bulge form in his pants. However, I had already psyched myself up once that night, and I wasn't that much of a tramp, at least, I didn't think so. When we got to the cabin that Kelly and I shared, I heard soft voices coming out from under the door and in my frustration I thought how amusing it would be to burst in on them and start playing the outraged lover. But whoever Kelly had found, it was only part of our agreement and I wouldn't disturb her. I had turned to the ship's officer to suggest we find someplace else when the door opened and I saw one of the female cabin attendants exiting the room. She saw us and quickly closed the door behind her to keep us from seeing inside. Nodding at me, she dropped her eyes and left, giggling softly on her way.

I glanced at the officer and said, "Perhaps I'll go in after all, thank you for your time."

He nodded and touched his cap, then hurried off, obviously on the trail of the attendant.

  

  

  

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