I was on a luxury yacht near the barrier Reef with a group of guys that were old mates from college. A few days into the trip I was relaxing on the deck in the afternoon. Four of us were reclining on the chairs in the sun, just chatting and enjoying the endless drinks the stewardess was bringing us.

A few drinks in we got a bit disinhibited. We had been talking about all the girls we'd fucked in college and who was hottest.

One of the guys asked if I would rather fuck one of my exes (who was hot) or the stewardess. I laughed and said the stewardess and all the guys had a chuckle. After that, they kept making comments about me with the stewardess.

She was hot - cute face, long brown hair, tanned perfect skin, beautiful tits and a thick curvy ass. She was being friendly and polite as expected but very reserved. I figured there was a rule they couldn't flirt with guests but we had also discovered she had a long distance boyfriend and she really missed him... She would feel too guilty to think of anyone else. It was a pity... But we were paying customers and going to play around pushing the boundaries without repercussions anyway.

The guys had started to make louder and more obvious comments about her over time as she was nearby serving us. Nothing major at first but it got more bold and objectifying over time. We kept pushing it. As she was walking away with some empty glasses, one of my mates said "yeah you're right her ass is better than Zara's". She didn't react but he had obviously said it loud enough that she heard him. A true professional though, she didn't react, but just kept walking away.

The next time she came over to us, I made a bit of small chat with her and she smiled and laughed - probably just being a good host; but as she walked away, she stopped a few steps in front of me, paused, and then bent down to pick presumably something microscopic or imaginary off the ground. She was wearing a cute stewardess outfit with a white collared shirt and a cute short baige skirt. As she bent down, she kept her legs straight and the skirt rode up a little before clinging to her gorgeous ass. The group of guys howled with applause and dog whistles. She stayed bent forwards for only half a second, then stood back up swiftly, brushed her hair back with a hand, and continued walking into the interior of the boat.

We were talking excitedly about what had happened. We couldn't believe we had cracked her facade. I mean she was a hottie and clearly had grown up loving attention. After all, she had probably been away from her boyfriend for weeks and there was only so much that soppy texts could satisfy her.

This was good. She was showing she actually loved the attention - and that better group to get attention from than a bunch of rich, fit guys far away from home with no one else to focus on?

After the initial bold display, she calmed down a little and didn't give off too much more. She probably didn't want to push her luck with the rest of the crew noticing, but she had clearly signalled she wanted us to continue even if she then kept a professional facade all but for a few little glowing looks she would shoot me from time to time. She loved my attention and compliments. I could tell she was into me but she had too much to lose if she pushed it any further.

Later that night, I woke up at around 2am and felt restless, so I got up to go and sit outside of my cabin in the salon. I sat down on the couch for a few moments before I overheard hushed but fiery talking. It sounded like an argument. I stayed still trying to listen in and heard sobbing amongst the inaudible words. Only one voice... Someone was trying not to be heard and had presumably left their cabin for a difficult phone call. At this time, probably with someone from another time zone. I kept trying to stay still and unseen but hear the words. The sobbing intensified and the words stopped. Hurried footsteps approached the salon from the outside, and the stewardess I'd been eyeing in the day entered the salon looking disheveled and teary in her nightwear - tiny shorts and a tank top with no bra.

She stopped, looking startled when she saw me. I told her it was ok and I had just come up to get some air and didn't mean to intrude. She relaxed and cast her eyes down. She looked vulnerable. I didn't need to ask to figure out what had happened. I asked her if she would sit with me for a bit on the couch. She seemed hesitant but agreed, sitting on the far end of the same couch I was on.

"It's tough been away from home for so long" I said. She nodded and wiped some of her tears. I couldn't help but stare at the outline of her breasts through that little tank top. We talked a little and she started to calm down and loosen up. She'd clearly had a bad argument with her boyfriend and things weren't good. She had been away for so long and it was getting harder to keep things together. She still had her eyes cast down. I scooted across and put my hand on her shoulder and she looked up at me. We locked eyes for a second and then she embraced me. She put her arms around me and pulled in, pressing her chest against mine and laying her head on my shoulder. I could feel her soft tits against me. She squeezed and I squeezed her back.

"This feels nice" She said softly. "It has been ages since I got to hug anyone"

I returned her embrace, putting my arms around her. I just held her there for a while, feeling her warmth. I didn't want to be a creep, doing anything obviously sexual when this woman who had just been crying was seeking comfort from me, but I couldn't help immediately having sexual thoughts. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick as I felt her pressed up against me. She smelled so good too. I cautiously rubbed her back with one hand as I gripped her.

"Mmm" she said, expressing her approval of this. I continued to rub. She gripped me a little harder and nuzzled my neck with her head. I could feel her body relaxing so I kept rubbing. I slipped one hand up the back of her little tank top and touched her skin to skin. She exhaled audibly at the contact, like she had been waiting for this and yet was caught slightly off guard.
I kept rubbing her back and was working my way from the middle to the outside.

"That feels good" she whispered in my ear.

I kept stroking my hand towards the side of her back. Her breathing became more relaxed. When I reached her side though, her breathing became more laboured again. I rubbed my hand along her side, getting dangerously close to her breasts as I stroked lazily.
My hand moved up the side and brushed against the edge of her breast.

"Mmm" she said again, followed by more laboured breathing.

Something had changed. We'd clearly crossed a line, and she'd indicated that it was ok. I dragged my hand back down her side, then up again, staying further along the side of her breast this time and evoking a pleasured moan. It was 2am and we were all alone in the salon. I don't think she was thinking of her boyfriend anymore, but if we were caught, she was going to lose her job and be branded a slut. Still, in the quiet and dark room of the vessel, we were in our own world.

Having crossed the line, I now started to fondle her breasts under her tank top without hesitation. Her soft moans were those of both pleasure and relief, like she had been aching to be touched as a woman of her beauty should.

She'd probably been waiting weeks or even months. Without hesitation, she straightened up and slid her tank top off, showing her breasts in full in front of me. She was now clad in only her tiny shorts and I wondered if she was wearing any underwear - a question that would be answered shortly.

I reached up and touched her chest and neck. She was starting to get more heated and disinhibited by the raw passion. She placed her hands on the side of my head and pulled herself on to kiss me. Her chest was once again pressed on mine, minus the layer of her tank top now. I clutched tightly and reciprocated. We kissed passionately as we held each other tightly. It was primal, animalistic, two people wanting the same thing on a basic biological level.

She got astride me and I felt the pressure of her on my crotch. I was only in my boxers and she was only in her shorts. I could feel the warmth and softness pressed over me and I'm sure she could feel my hard dick pressing up into her. She started to press downwards and grind as we continued to make out. It felt amazing. I knew it wouldn't be long until I was inside her.
She was so horny. I could feel her energy and it was feeding into mine. I moved my hands down to feel her ass inside her shorts. I gave it a squeeze, but not for long. She confidently grabbed my wrist and moved it around the front of her shorts, placing it just inside them. I could feel her shaved skin, warm above her pussy and I stroked my hand over the area. I usually would've spent longer on foreplay but she was fiercely aroused.

As my hand moved lower I felt her heat and slick wetness at the same time. She was drenched. Months of pent up sexual energy had been unleashed and she was flooding her shorts. It was slick and sloppy, almost embarrassingly so for her. I lifted her and laid her down in the couch before quickly sliding off her shorts and then mine. It was dim in the salon but she looked so beautiful in front of me. This couch was going to get messy but that wasn't going to stop either of us right now.

She really wanted it. As she looked up at me, she locked eyes and parted her legs. Her pussy was exposed to me and I could see the glistening wetness soaking through her lips as they parted slightly. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked now. She wanted to feel filled up inside and I gladly accepted the invitation.

I climbed on top of her and saw her whole body shiver with anticipation. I lined my dick up and she gasped. It felt so warm as I pushed the head of my cock in, which slipped in effortlessly with her copious lubrication. She gasped and moaned loudly as it entered. I pulled back out slowly, but she grabbed my hips and pulled me into her. Warm, silky, wetness surrounded my dick. It felt amazing. The only thing better than the physical feeling was the intensity with which she craved me to fuck her. I lined my dick up and she gasped. It felt so warm as I pushed the head of my cock in, which slipped in effortlessly with her copious lubrication. She gasped and moaned loudly as it entered.

I pulled back out slowly, but she grabbed my hips and pulled me into her. Warm, silky, wetness surrounded my dick. It felt amazing. The only thing better than the physical feeling was the intensity with which she craved me to fuck her.

Her hands moved to my neck and she pulled herself up to kiss me as I was poised slightly above her. I could feel her starting to move her hips, wanting to feel me moving deep inside her. I started to thrust. I fucked her slowly at first, still cautious that we were out in the open in the salon and not wanting to make any noise. Any banging could be investigated by curious crew.

She wasn't holding back though, and she had more to lose. Her moans were only just restrained enough and filled me with a nervousness that we would be found out - but the throbbing feeling in my cock deep inside this hot and disinhibited woman eventually overtook my caution. We started to fuck harder and harder. She couldn't get enough. Even pounding her to full depth, she was gyrating her hips and trying to maximise the feeling inside her. She was so hungry for cock after all this time. She didn't care about getting caught. She didn't care about a condom. It was pure desire.

She started to move more intensely, pushing her clit into my pelvis and grinding the sensitive spot into me with increasingly laboured breath. At this stage I was trying not to cum. I was so turned on by this woman being a total slut for me. I could barely hold on. Her breathing was rhythmic and increasing. Her grinding was purposeful. I wasn't sure if she usually came this easily but she was so worked up. I felt her legs tense and tremble, and then a long moan - louder than anyone trying not to be caught should've let out. She gripped her legs around me as they tensed in waves. I felt the muscles of her pussy contracting and a small gush of wetness.

I couldn't hold on any longer. I gripped her back even harder and pushed myself as deep as I could, feeling the tip of my cock hard against her cervix. I shot my cum deep inside her. A huge load. Her mouth was agape as she felt my dick squirting cum inside her. It was a mix of ecstasy and I look like she was only just realising the implications of her situation - aboard a ship, a guest deep inside her soaking pussy, shooting his load of cum in her unprotected.

After I fucked her, she seemed to realise just how much of a mistake she had made. I think it was a moment of lust combined with a lack of caution from the emotions of her argument with her boyfriend, but she had thrown caution to the wind. Suddenly, impaled by a stranger's cock and filled with his cum on a yacht on the other side of the world - on which she was an employee, she seemed to realise her predicament. Nervously, she tried to push me off. I got up and she squeezed her legs together trying to keep the cum in.

She scooped up her clothes, walked awkwardly to the nearby bar and used some paper towel to try to clean herself up. I looked down at the couch and felt bad for her, thinking of the cleaning she was going to have to do. She looked stressed and worried now. Damn. I didn't like seeing her like that after I had just fucked her. I had loved the look of lust in her eyes and this was just sad now. I moved to the bar and grabbed the pen and pad and scribbled a quick note. I went over to her as she was finishing cleaning herself up and tried to put my arm around her, but she pushed me away. "I really shouldn't have done that" she said, brushing my arm off. She must have felt like such a slut who just let herself get used by a rich guy.

Partly I felt bad, but partly I was thinking about future opportunities. I spoke up "Hey, don't feel bad about it. You've got needs, even on the other side of the world from home." She was barely placated. I continued "anyway I've got your back. This stays between us. If anyone tries to pin anything on you... Message me" I thrust my scrawled note out to her. She looked at it hesitantly and then grabbed it "we'll make up some excuse". We looked at each other for a moment and then I couldn't help myself "you're really fucking sexy but... If I keep looking at you, I'll probably make more of a mess. I'd better get back to my cabin before anyone catches us."

I left her there as she pulled her shorts up.
On the way to breakfast the next morning I noticed the spotless couch. I wondered how long she stayed up cleaning the evidence.

The next day was pretty unremarkable. I made a point of not showing her too much attention. As much as I wanted to brag to the guys about how I'd fucked her, I sensed it was a fragile situation and round 2 relied on subtlety. But dusk, I was wondering how long I should wait before trying to catch her alone again when I got a message from a new number "you didn't tell anyone did you?"

I replied "nope. Not a word"

The next few minutes went slowly as I wondered what her angle was.
"I don't usually do anything like that and I would never cheat on my boyfriend. I just want you to know that we're on a break and I made a mistake"

"Don't read into it - it's just sex" I replied, trying to steer her away from any feelings of guilt. I thought that's what she wanted to hear, but she didn't reply for the rest of the evening. She wouldn't look me in the eyes for the rest of the night or the next day. However, later that next night, after we had all retired to our cabins I got another message.

"Are you awake?"

"yeah. What are you up to?" I replied.

A few moments later she sent me a picture of herself from the crew bathroom. Fuck. I couldn't believe she was suddenly sending me sexy pics.

She told me she was all alone in her cabin (usually shared by two crew) because her cabin mate was on night duty tonight. She also disclosed that she was feeling really conflicted about what happened. It went against her morals but she couldn't stop thinking about getting fucked on the couch and she was so horny. I described to her how hot she looked on the pic. She sent me another pic from a way more sexy angle. I was rock hard already and I sent her one of my dick bulging through my underwear. I told her how much I wanted to see her juicy lips around it. She replied to that with another pic of her licking her finger. This woman was really horny. I was really grateful for her boyfriend pissing her off this much that they were on a break. I was getting all of her pent up sexual energy redirected to me.

We continued to sext and trade pictures. She sent me some from her photoshoots too. She was desperately horny and I'd clearly awakened a repressed desire in her because she told me how she wanted me to fuck her hard while I called her a dirty slut.

To that I replied "my cabin or yours?"

I arrived in her cabin to find her on the bed in her lingerie in her best "fuck me" pose. I closed the door and made my way over.
She was laid on her stomach, propped up slightly on her elbows, and with her knees bent so her feet were in the air - like someone laying on their front and reading a book in bed might appear; but instead, all her focus was on me.

She was hungry for more but a little less frenzied than last time. She had longer to think about what she was doing this time after all. I walked over beside her bunk, right near her head. She bit her lip as I did so and then cocked her head a little as I pulled alongside. Without hesitation, she grasped the side of my shorts and pulled them down to expose my dick. I was already fairly hard. I had walked over fresh from sexting her and we were both in the mood.

She grasped my penis and gave it a firm few grips as she looked up at me, while slowly moving her lips towards the head. Her lips came to rest on the tip and her tongue circled around over it as she drew me into her. I let out a satisfied exhalation and quickly caught my breath to tell her what she wanted to hear "oh yeah you're such a slut. I love how much you want my dick".

She seemed spurred on by this and starting to work my dick dutifully with her hand whilst sucking on the head. All the while she kept looking up at me with big eyes while I told her what a good slut she was. She sucked my dick so enthusiastically. She seemed thirsty, like she had been parched and only just found water. She wanted it and used her mouth and hand with fervour. I couldn't imagine that she would do the same for her boyfriend. This was the kind of blowjob she would only give a stranger so that she didn't feel like a total slut around someone she knew.

I started to relax into it as she worked my dick. Her sloppy mouth was making all sorts of noises with the size of it in her. As she pushed deeper into her throat, she looked up at me with big wide eyes like a puppy wanting to be praised. I put my hand on her head. I was in ecstasy experiencing this blowjob from a sex starved sexy woman. She would get in so much trouble if anyone caught us like this. I did wonder where her bunk mate was and what excuse she had come up with to get her out of the room.

A few moments later, I closed my eyes, overcome with the weakness you feel when a woman is giving you that sort of treatment. It didn't last long though, as I heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening. I hadn't thought to lock it. We both startled and as I opened my eyes and turned my head, I felt my heart drop. The damn captain of the boat was standing there. He was a tubby older man with balding hair.

I quickly pulled my shorts up to cover my erect and saliva covered dick. The stewardess had grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her. She looked terrified.
The captain was just looking at the stewardess, staring, mouth open.