Lost at Sea (closed for scarlettnuit)

[WatchingCloud]

“Making any progress?”

Conner sat up at the sound of Annie’s voice, only to crack his head on the underside of the cabinet in which he’d spent the last hour laying awkwardly. He cursed in three different languages, then slid out to find the older woman chuckling softly at his injured head and pride. Had it been anyone else, he’d have been annoyed at her response. Annie, however, gave as good as she took…in more ways than one.

“Fuck off,” he said by way of greeting.

“I take it that’s a no, then?” Annie, dressed down in an over-sized sleeping t-shirt against the muggy Singapore evening, hopped up into his pilot’s chair and ran her fingers across the inert control panel. From his seat on the floor, he had an excellent view of her panties, no doubt intentional just to tempt him.

Conner didn’t take the bait, rubbing his head and standing. “No,” he said. “It’s got to be something in the wiring. I’ve already ordered a replacement board since I don’t trust the navigation to work long enough for us to haul the Precipice all the way back to the Mediterranean. She started getting touchy last time out and I don’t want to be lost and without radio in those waters.”

“Afraid of pirates?” Annie was definitely teasing him now, since he knew full well she was the one who lost sleep worrying about such an encounter.

“Let’s just say I’d rather not test Precipice’s top speed,” he said. In truth, he was pretty sure they could outrun most of the typical pirates that plied the waters of the Arabian Sea and Gulf of Aden. But, no, he didn’t want to find out he was wrong. “Now, are you here for something in particular?”

“A lady can’t come ask to be properly tucked into bed?”

Conner sighed, shaking his head and smiling. Annie, in her mid-fifties, was the oldest of the luxury yacht’s four member crew, with nearly two decades on him. She was fit and pretty, though, and very married. He made it a point to remind her of that whenever she flirted with him, which was often. Usually, he was able to resist. Usually. Her perky nipples were testing his resolve, this night.

“Foul temptress,” he said, patting her shoulder as he worked around the cockpit to find his glass of ice water. He pointedly ignored her bare toe as she snaked it up into his crotch from behind while he drank.

A local television station was playing quietly on one of the screens along the back wall of the cockpit. Conner liked to take in a bit of the local color wherever they made berth, even if he often couldn’t understand the language. This looked to be a local or national news network, with various headlines crawling along the bottom and a cute lady speaking from behind a desk. A moment later, a video clip began running, showing a scene at some night club or other.

“Oh fuck,” he said when he recognized the young woman in the scene. He’d known her since she was a pre-teen, seen her grown into adulthood, and just yesterday watched her disembark with her parents after a week of cruising the South Pacific. They were supposed to do some hobnobbing with the local leaders before flying back home, or whatever it was royal families did in their official capacity. The princess getting into trouble at night clubs probably didn't fall into that category.

“Is that…?” Annie slipped off his chair and joined him in watching the story. “Oh dear. The king’s gonna have kittens.”

Conner had to agree. “Well, at least their yacht time is over instead of just about to begin. We won’t have to put up with the fallout.”

They watched until the story finished and moved on to something else. It wasn’t entirely clear what had happened, but the local authorities appeared to have gotten involved. Hopefully, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be smoothed over.

“So, ‘Captain,’” Annie said, running her hands over his chest. “About that tuck in?”

Conner sighed. Again, tempting, but he decided to pass tonight. He was a sweaty mess from working on the computer systems and too tired to be good company. Inevitably, he’d give in at some point on their trip home. She could wait.

“Boo,” Annie said when he politely declined. “Well, you know where to find me when you change your mind.”

“Good night, Annie,” he said, pointedly. She flashed him some ass as she walked away, knowing perfectly well he was watching.

Conner grumbled, took another drink of water, then ducked back under the control panel to take one more look around.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Rose Theodora Georgiana Francoise couldn’t believe the fuss that everyone was making over a simple night out. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror of her suite and got even more annoyed. She was dressed respectfully enough. While she was wearing a form fitting black dress, the neckline covered anything that might have been alluring and the hem of the dress came down an inch past mid-thigh. Compared to all the other women in the club she had visited, she had dressed like a nun.

However, that wasn’t the point, not to her father anyway. She was getting royally ragged out about having gone at all. She tucked a piece of her chestnut hair behind her ear before crossing her arms over her full breasts as her father continued to yell at her. Her soft brown eyes regarded him with anger as he continued to yell at her for going to such a place.

“I did my duty! I NEVER go anywhere! I’m bloody 24 years old and I have NEVER done anything to embarrass this family or my country! I can’t help it if some oaf decided to grind up on me! I had no idea that the press knew I was there!” she tried to fight back but was met with a roar from her father so loud and terrifying that it ended the conversation full stop.

He left the room, locking the door behind him. The minute he left, she grabbed a bag, stuffed it hastily with clothes and snuck out the back window. She was tired of being treated like a child and even more tired of being treated like a prisoner.

She walked through the alley along the side of the embassy and managed to get out before any of the morning staff noticed her. Dawn was breaking now and the streets were empty save for a few street sweepers. She walked aimlessly, wanting to get far enough away that no one would stop her. She had no idea what she was doing. Like so many times before, her passionate spirit had sent her off without a plan. She paused in a small garden and sat on one of the benches she found there. She was lost in her thoughts when she was distracted by a rather loud seagull flapping overhead. In a flash, she was on her feet.

It wasn’t long before she found her way to the marina and to her family’s yacht. She walked to the bridge and when she found no one there, she dropped her bag and went below deck. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily at the thought of having to get this asshole captain up, but it had to be done.

BANG BANG BANG

“Connor! Get up! We need to get moving, IMMEDIATELY!” she called loudly through his door. She then unceremoniously threw the door open and moved to his bed to shake him awake.

“We need to get this boat one the water immediately. Father want’s it moved back home with me on it. Apparently I’m too much of a bloody embarrassment to be seen with him,” She lied coolly.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Five minutes earlier...

Conner slowly roused from sleep to wakefulness. He'd been having a very intense dream, one he was disappointed to see end early.

No. As consciousness coalesced, Conner realized it hadn't been a dream. Someone was sucking his cock. He didn't have to pull the sheet back to know it was Annie. He lifted it anyway and the older lady gave him a good morning wave and smile, despite having a mouthful of cock. She was still wearing her nightshirt and had clearly taken advantage of knowing he preferred to sleep nude.

"Good morning, Annie," he said, half sighing. "What would your husband say?"

Annie paused long enough to answer. "That depends on whether he'd stop licking the landlady long enough to actually say something."

Conner shook his head. Annie claimed her husband and their landlady had a thing, so it was only fair that she could mess around with Conner while at sea. Given the couple's extended time apart with her job on the yacht, maybe it worked. They seemed incredibly happy together the few occasions when all were together. Who was he to judge?

She added, "And, after having to listen to Eduardo and Mylie going at it all night, I need this."

Apparently the crew's chef, Eduardo, and first mate, Mylie, were back "on again." Annie resumed sucking and Connor dropped the sheet over her head and laid back quietly, enjoying the moment.

BANG BANG BANG

Conner half jumped out of bed at the sudden hammering on his door. Annie froze, but her lips didn't relinquish his cock.

“Connor! Get up! We need to get moving, IMMEDIATELY!”

It took Conner a moment to recognize the voice of the princess. Rose? What the hell was she doing back on the yacht? Her and her parents were supposed to be in Singapore for another day before flying back to Europe.

Before he could reply, she threw the door open. Rose never looked bad - young, petite, fit, innocent sexiness - but in that dress he got the distinct impression she hadn't gone to bed last night. In fact, he was pretty sure she'd been wearing that one on the news report last night. Lovely.

His next thought was to be torn between shock and embarrassment at being seen like this, but apparently his cabin was still dark enough at the dawn hour she didn't immediately notice he had company.

Rose said, “We need to get this boat on the water immediately. Father wants it moved back home with me on it. Apparently I’m too much of a bloody embarrassment to be seen with him."

Well, Conner thought, that did seem almost reasonable after last night. Maybe a bit harsh. It'd be over two weeks of sailing through mostly dull waters. Things must have really blown up.

"Uh, well, we can't leave just yet," he said, subtly nudging Annie with his leg in hopes of getting her to actually stop. What had gotten into her? "Our comm system has been glitchy and I don't want to get caught out at sea when it finally craps out. New one should be in tomorrow. Maybe late today if we're lucky."

Rose's eyes finally seemed to notice the huge lump under his sheets. Annie took that moment to let his cock free from her mouth and pop her head out from under the sheet.

"Good morning, your highness!" Annie said with uncommonly good cheer.

Conner did his best not to roll his eyes. He did snatch the edge of his sheet before Annie pulled it any further down and exposed him to the princess.

 

[scarlettnuit]

“I don’t give a shit, get your ass up and get this thing out to sea!” she ordered him. She was about to pull back his sheet when she noticed the lump underneath. It wasn’t long before Annie made her appearance and cheerful good morning.

Rose was glad the darkness in the cabin as she felt her entire body turn beet red from embarrassment. She did her best not to audibly gasp but she had no idea what to do with the situation and so her default was to be a bitch.

“Get out of here you tramp! You’re fired!” she yelled at Annie and then glared back at Connor, “I expect this thing out on the water in 15 minutes,” She hissed and then stormed out of his cabin.

She climbed back up the stairs and made her way to the upper deck. She rarely touched alcohol but today seemed like a good day to try it. She walked to the bar and pulled out a bottle of 1964 Glenlivet that had been gifted to her father from some foreign dignitary. She threw some ice cubes into a glass and poured the scotch over it. She took a drink of it and gasped as it burned down her throat and into her stomach. It tasted horrible and she had no idea why people drank it but she was willing to give it a shot. She took another drink and then took the bottle and her glass to the bridge and waited for Connor to show.

 

[WatchingCloud]

"Tramp?" Annie practically spat at Rose's comments after the princess stormed out of Conner's cabin. "I'll show that ungrateful twit."

Conner grabbed her firmly but gently by the arm before she could get anywhere.

"Just hold up," he said calmly. "She can't fire you for doing nothing. But if you go after her, then the king will probably take her side.

"Maybe, just for now, until this all blows over, why don't you pack a few things and go to the embassy. You can talk with the royals or their chief of staff and see about getting this straightened out. Maybe they'll even fly you home so you can be with dearest husband sooner and not have to settle for little old me."

Annie softened under his soothing words, though he could tell she didn't like it. When he teased her about getting back to her husband, there was a small twinkle in her eye. She fondled his now-soft cock.

"That eager to be rid of me? Or do you want a bit of experienced tramp before you're stuck with...the bitch?"

Conner chuckled. He was tempted, but didn't need to make things worse by making the princess wait.

"There'll be time again later," he said. "Now, go pack. I have to clear things with customs quick. Tell the king and queen what happened...leaving out the, uh, unnecessary details. If they change their mind or Rose made this all up, they can call the Precipice and we'll turn around. If not, well, I'll see you back home in a couple weeks."

Annie nodded and kissed his chest. She never kissed him on the lips - no matter what other intimate acts the might share, that was reserved for her husband alone. She then hurried off to pack.

Conner sighed, took a quick shower, and dressed in his casual hot weather uniform - polo shirt and shorts. He stopped by Mylie's room, knocked, and gave her and Eduardo a very quick update on the change in plans. They took it as well as Annie, but agreed to get ready. Then he was off to the bridge, stopping in the galley just long enough to pick up a croissant and banana.

What he hadn't expected was to find Rose waiting for him in the bridge. He missed a step but quickly recovered, projecting his professional demeanor. It tore at him how he could be so ticked at her for this morning's behavior while still immediately admiring the figure she cut in that dress. He'd appreciated that figure, especially when she sunned herself on deck in a bikini, for years. There was a lot of her parents in her, for better or worse.

And she was drinking. That was out of character for her, especially the hard stuff and with bottle in hand. Yeah, this was going to go real well.

"Once I contact the harbor authority, we'll be able to cast off," he said, setting his breakfast on the small table beside the controls and turning on the system. Remarkably, the navigation and communications computer booted right up this morning. It still hadn't been working when he gave up last night. Of all the times for it to actually work. Would it be asking too much for it to die and have the coast guard do a random inspection?

 

[scarlettnuit]

“Well it’s about damned time!” she told him, her language saucier than usual thanks to the scotch. “I hope that whore has made her way off this boat…she’s freaking married for cripes sake,” she said, not quite able to bring herself to using the “f” word.

Almost as if she willed it, they were soon cleared to leave port. It wasn’t until they were out of the harbor and on the open sea that she finally started to relax a little. It was also about that time that she realized she was starting to get drunk and closed up the bottle.

“I don’t know why you have to make everything to hard Connor. You’d think I attacked you with a bloody whip my whole life.” She told him.

She picked up her bag and went into the master suite. There was no reason to slum it below deck if she could have the best view on the ship. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and slipped on a red bikini. It was modest by most standards, she wasn’t allowed to wear anything very racy, even the bikini had been an argument. Either way she was going to enjoy the sun while they had it and try to forget everything that had just transpired.

She walked down to the galley and when she didn’t see anyone, she grabbed a pitcher of iced tea and some pastries and took them with her. When she reached the sun deck she poured herself a glass of tea and laid out on one of the loungers. After a few moments it dawned on her that she was truly without any supervision, and as if to give her parents the silent finger, she took her bikini top off, assuming that no one could see her now that they were out on the open water. After that she happily munched on a piece of Danish, pausing only long enough to shove two middle fingers up in the air to absolutely no one.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner could hear the drink in Rose's voice. It was for that reason he didn't reprimand her for calling Annie a whore. If there was any decency in the world, the princess would later apologize to the older woman.

With clearance from the harbor authorities, Conner called down to Mylie who began untying the yacht from the dock. In minutes, they were cutting smoothly through the water toward the open ocean beyond. It'd be less than an hour before the number of fishing and shipping vessels dropped off noticeably.

“I don’t know why you have to make everything to hard Connor. You’d think I attacked you with a bloody whip my whole life.”

Conner was dumbfounded by Rose's comment. He made things difficult? In all their years sailing together, he'd rarely interacted with her, mostly for fear of her parents reading too much into it. What had he done to piss her off? Or was he just the proxy for her father as the drink took hold? At least she stoppered the bottle before walking off.

Alone, finally, Conner spent a little time verifying their course and heading. Almost as soon as he touched the computer, though, the screen flickered and died again. Of course. He tapped it and fiddled with the wires underneath, but nothing worked. He didn't like traveling without communications. They still had dumb GPS and paper maps in the cabinet, so they'd be okay, but he had a royal on board.

He touched base with Mylie and gave her the plan, hoping the comms would come back enough to touch base with the mainland. At the very least, this should get the king to finally agree to buy that backup satellite radio he'd been asking for. Mylie would man the bridge over night, so she went off to get some shuteye. From the look of it, she needed it after her night with Eduardo.

The chef was down in the galley, pondering their provisions for lunch options. It was a smaller group than usual, but he also had less of his "patron" fare as he'd only been expecting to cook for the crew. Conner reassured him it would be fine and he would go check with Rose it a bit to see if she thought she'd be wanting lunch at all.

Conner did his usual rounds of the yacht, putting eyes on everything just to convince himself all was in order. Satisfied, he went to Rose's cabin to knock but found the door open. It was empty and showed no signs she'd been in there since Annie cleaned it.

Why would she be there when she could use the master cabin? Conner shook his head and went down the hall and tapped that door. No answer. He called out, but again there was no answer. Either she was sleeping or perhaps she'd gone up to the top deck. He wouldn't go in uninvited, but he could look up top.

He climbed the stairs to the smaller top deck where there was a bar, hot tub, and recliners for sunning. There he found Rose in her red bikini. She sat up in her chair, back to him, and untied her top, setting it aside.

Well fuck me. Conner was surprised, pleasantly, by this change of behavior. Rose might be a bit of a bitch, but she'd also been a very proper one. Apparently, the petite princess took after her mother a bit more than he'd realized. Of course, the dear queen had only gone topless when her daughter wasn't around. Seemed like one of those "do as I say, not as I do" kind of things.

When Rose reclined, Conner was able to finally see one of her bared breasts. He was a guy, so checking her out over the years had been inevitable. Fantasies, of course, followed, not that he'd have ever pursued any of them. This was most definitely a step toward those, though.

Rose's breasts were nice and firm, not too big or too small, topped by a delectable pink nipple that appeared to be a little bit erect. It wasn't cold out, so perhaps she was a bit excited by going topless. Absolute perfection.

He watched on in silence as she ate a bit and soaked up the sun. Conner was acutely aware of his body's own natural response to the sight and he absently reached down and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. It was unprofessional, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt, right? If she was this brave with her parents gone, what else might she do? Would she ask him to rub sun lotion on her bare back?

He imagined rubbing his hands all over that tight body, exploring. His own hand reached inside his shorts and fondled his smooth hardness.

Rose abruptly shifted and began to roll over. Conner inwardly cursed, heart beating a hundred miles an hour, and stumbled back down the stairs in hopes she wouldn't see him. His hand was out of his shorts in a flash and he slunk his way down and toward the bridge.

Keep it professional, you idiot. You can't afford to lose this job.

He took his place behind the wheel - an almost pointless gesture with the autopilot engaged - and willed his erection to subside.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Rose had no idea that she was being watched, so much so that she found herself playing with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers for a few moments before sighing heavily and rolling over onto her stomach. She could feel herself starting to drift off, but jerked herself awake. She sat up and wrapped a towel around her torso and picked up her bikini. Sleep refused to hold itself off any longer.

She walked herself down to the master suite and stripped naked. She had always wanted to try it and with no parents or chaperones to shove her into a stifling nightgown, she happily crawled in bed naked. Between the long night and the Glenlivet, she was asleep in moments.

When she woke up, the sun was setting and her head hurt. She sat up slowly and eventually put on a loose t-shirt and khaki shorts, underwear and bra be damned. She slipped on a pair of socks and then wandered around the boat. No one seemed to be around, at least not on the upper decks, but finally found Connor on the bridge.

“When and where is dinner?” She asked him, “and where is the aspirin?” She asked unceremoniously.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner spent most of the day idly watching the ocean and otherwise babysitting the autopilot. The comm system didn't come back and he was beginning to think it was done for good. They might be able to get repairs or a replacement at their next fuel stop, but that was five days away.

All that idle time left his daydreams to their own devices. Inevitably, they drifted back to Rose. Rose in any of a number of her cute bikinis or sundresses or exercise attire. Or, now, topless. He really resented Annie having been left behind and he could use someone to help get his mind off the princess.

He'd snuck back up to the top deck to ask her about lunch, but she was gone by then. Best he could tell, she'd finally gone to sleep. Next time he saw her was near sunset when she abruptly appeared on the bridge, startling him out of another daydream in which he was about to learn whether she shaved down below.

“When and where is dinner?” She asked him, “and where is the aspirin?”

She looked a bit worse for wear, clearly just woken up and hung over. Being a guy, it was impossible for him not to notice the way her breasts swayed under the t-shirt she wore. There was a distinct difference in the way they moved when unconstrained by a bra, one seemingly hard-wired to get a guy's attention. His eyes snapped back up to meet hers.

"Dinner's whenever and wherever you want, highness," he said bluntly. "Eduardo was going to have dinner ready for what's left of the crew in about fifteen, so you could eat then if you want. And since Annie's not here, I guess I or one of the others can bring it wherever you want to eat."

He and the crew usually ate in a small nook just off the galley. The royal family and guests either ate in the formal dining room or up on one of the decks, depending on their mood.

Conner opened a drawer under his console and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. "Here," he said, tossing it to her. "There's probably some in your bathroom, but you can use this for now."

He wanted to be a bit snippier with her, but between his professionalism and lack of desire to see things escalate, he reigned in his tone.

 

[scarlettnuit]

She was less than pleased with his attitude though the only sign she displayed of this was one raised eyebrow. “I’ll have it in the formal dining room if you please,” She managed to tell him without too much ire and then turned and left him alone on the bridge.

In truth she didn’t care what they brought her, she wasn’t a picky eater, not that they’d know that. She would have been just as happy with a cheeseburger as a filet mignon, not that she was allowed to eat such inelegant food. On top of that she didn’t want to ruin the mood downstairs in the galley. She was sure they were already fairly pissed at the sudden departure and she was damned if she was going to ruin their lives any further than she already had. If she had been anyone else she would have told them the truth of the situation, but as it was, truth wouldn’t get her anywhere, and even if they listened, no one would believe her.

She waited in the main dining room and soon Eduardo brought her up a bowl of chowder and some garlic bread. She thanked him and remained stiff until he left the room. Once gone, she walked to the mini fridge hidden under one of the counters and got a soda before taking the bowl and the bread into the main living space and curling up on the couch.

Eduardo was an amazing chef and they were lucky to have him. Every bite was delicious, and she savored it happily. It also helped to settle her stomach, which she was glad for. When she was done se set the bowls on a side table and started looking around the tv for a movie to pop into the player. She was surprised to find a blank disc, and out of curiosity, she popped it into the player.

To her dismay, it was porn. Her jaw dropped and she blushed hotly as she watched the surprisingly attractive male actor making dinner out of his partner’s very wet pussy. She was about to flip it off when she paused and looked around. No one seemed to be around and they never dared to come upstairs more than they had to when the family were on board. She moved back to the couch and turned the volume down so that no one would be able to hear it but her.

She watched curiously and felt her body start to react. Her nipples hardened through her shirt and she found herself playing with them through the fabric. She felt her pussy start to throb, and after looking around once more, she unbuttoned her shorts and let her hand slide into them. Her middle finger found the growing pool of wetness and used it to coat her finger before she slid it over her clit.

She moaned softly and leaned back in the couch, her leg spread lazily as she moved her finger in time with the fucking that was going on on the screen.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner spoke with the other crew about Rose in hushed tones over dinner. He didn't mention catching her topless and Eduardo reported she was in a somewhat more polite mood when he'd delivered her dinner.

"Excellent as always, of course," Conner said as he pushed back his empty dishes.

Eduardo scoffed. In his heavy accent, he said, "You only say that because you want to try the tiramisu I spent this afternoon working on."

"Oh, now you're just taunting me," Conner said. Mylie just licked her lips as Eduardo got up to step back into the galley.

"One of you want to take a piece up to Rose?"

Mylie shared a quick look with Conner, then called back, "Conner would be happy to, hon."

Conner rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Honestly, he wouldn't mind another quick peek at the young woman, especially when he had an excuse to keep it as short as necessary if she was still in a mood.

He scarfed down his own piece with the others, helped himself to a second, and then took one up to the dining room where Rose had been, only to find it empty and dimly lit. He heard soft sounds coming from the adjacent living area, however, and figured she must have gone in there. As he approached, he recognized the sounds as coming from the giant television in the far wall.

And then he recognized what said television was playing and his stomach dropped. It was one of his porn videos. Usually, he kept his modest collection in his cabin, but once the family was gone he and the others were a bit more lax about using the entirety of the yacht for their own purposes. More than a few times they'd watched movies and even porn together. It got pretty dull out on the ocean sometimes.

He cautiously poked his head in the back door and saw it in the middle of a scene with the guy licking out a smooth, soaking wet pussy. The sounds were the usual mix of tacky music and moans of pleasure.

What really caught his attention, however, was the princess. She was slouched back on a couch, watching with great interest. He was mostly behind her, but it soon became apparent she was playing with herself. Holy fuck! Her clothes were still on, but she appeared to have one hand on her chest and the other between her legs.

Where the porn hadn't immediately gotten him aroused, the sight of Rose going at it did. Instantly. Not that he could really see anything. It was the knowing, the voyeurism of the moment.

As he watched on, she leaned back enough that he could see the swell of her breast and that she was pulling at her nipples through the fabric. A leg splayed out next and she shifted just enough that he could see her hand vanishing down inside her shorts.

What was he supposed to do now? He wanted to watch her, of course, but that would be completely inappropriate. Announce his presence and embarrass the hell out her? No, that wouldn't end well. Leave and forget it ever happened? He could tell the others. They'd probably find it all very amusing. Tempting as that was, it didn't seem right. Conner understood the urge to seek relief all too well.

He watched, quietly. While one hand held the dessert, Conner reached down to his shorts with the other. He slid inside the waistband and began rubbing his fingers across his hardon. It was a bit too confined to really wrap his hand around his shaft and stroke properly, but at the moment it was more about sharing this experience with the princess. Not that she'd know. But wouldn't it be fun to sit around and watch porn with her?

That would fuel his fantasies all the way back to the Mediterranean.

Conner continued to watch and play with himself as Rose got increasingly involved in her own activities. He could just make out her labored breathing. If only he'd had a little bit better angle from which to watch. When Rose appeared to climax, Conner had managed to get himself close, but he knew he couldn't stay any longer. Instead, he retreated quietly back to the dining room and then the stairwell leading up to it.

He caught his breath, adjusted his tumescent member in such a way he hoped it wouldn't be apparent, and then called out. "Your highness? Miss Rose? Are you around? I have dessert here from Eduardo."

He made sure his voice was just loud enough she'd be able to hear him from the next room. It'd startle the heck out of her, no doubt, but she'd have time to preserve her "decency."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Rose continued to watch the movie, whimpering softly as she pinched her nipple. Her hips started moving of their own accord as her finger danced over her hard, slick clit. She bit her bottom lip and started to buck harder against her hand until finally, she came. Her face tightened as her lips formed an “O”, not allowing a single sound to come from herself, with the exception of a few ragged breaths.

As she came down she slipped her hand from her short and sucked the glistening wetness from her middle finger. She had just turned off the movie when she heard Connor’s voice coming from the stairs. She quickly straightened herself and considered stealing the movie to take back to her room, but there wasn’t time. She stood up and walked to the table, unaware of the smell of her sex in the room, or the wet spot on her shorts. She was aggravated that he was even above deck and interrupting what she thought she might turn into a night of self-love.

She stood there with her hands behind her back, not realizing it pushed her breasts and thus hardened nipples forward. She didn’t know what it was about Connor but he always flared her ire. He was handsome, too handsome if she were to admit it to herself, but she refused. He was probably the only person on the ship that she constantly bickered with.

“Yes. Thank you,” she told him curtly as he brought up the dessert. Tiramisu was one of her favorites and she was more than delighted to see it, not that she’d let Connor know that.

“Well, you’ve brought it, you can leave now,” She told him, her mind still on swiping the dvd and going to the master suite. Her mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to have someone’s tongue on her, to feel her nipples being sucked…to have that tiramisu licked off of her body…she flushed red when her focus came back to the man in front of her.

“Just leave!” she shouted at him from her own embarrassment at her thoughts.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner couldn't help but glance at Rose's hard nipples, acutely aware of what had brought about that heightened state. She seemed less flustered than he'd expected, but every bit as curt.

"You're welcome, highness," he said, handing over the dessert. In that moment, he caught a whiff of sex. Despite the snippiness that followed, Conner's animal brain was already responding.

Rose, too, seemed suddenly flush. Maybe she had been more embarrassed at almost getting caught than he'd first believed.

"Just leave!" she shouted at him.

Conner was shocked by the outburst, harsh even from her. For reasons he couldn't explain, he actually smiled. It was brief and then he stood up straight and resumed a neutral expression.

"Of course, your highness," he said. He used that term with her when he was being formal. Miss Rose was his more casual way of addressing her. He bowed, also something he rarely did, and backed out of the room. Unable to resist, he glanced once more at her chest. Would she go back to watching his video?

Conner, still buzzed about the encounter, went back to the bridge and found Mylie at the helm, ready to take over for the night. She had her usual stack of books to keep her company. They talked briefly about the course, but it was pretty much clear sailing through the night.

From there, he started heading to his room. His back ached from all the time spent under the comm system, though, and he was sorely tempted to use the hot tub on the top deck. Usually, he and the staff avoided the entertaining areas of the yacht when the royal family was on board, but this didn't feel like a usual trip. It seemed unlikely Rose would be up there alone at night, anyway.

He climbed the stairs and found the deck where Rose had sunned topless earlier empty. He turned off all the lights save the underwater ones in the tub. Conner then stripped naked and set his clothes aside on a lounge chair. The water was perfectly hot, soothing to his muscles as he submerged and stretched out.

He laid his head back on the side and looked up at the night sky. Out here on the ocean with no light pollution, he could easily make out the Milky Way. Star gazing was a definite perk to this job.

From there, his mind wandered to other perks. Rose, topless. Rose, masturbating. Rose, Rose, Rose. His cock swelled quickly and he reached under water to lazily start stroking. Had she really changed all of a sudden, or was she just less circumspect with her parents gone? Cute as she was, still, it was hard to get around the bitchiness. Why did it always seem to be directed at him? He'd always treated her well, right?

Annie had once told him that he was the kind of guy who elicited extreme responses from people. When he asked her to explain, she'd laughed. "You're the polar opposite of my short, pasty, chubby husband," she replied by way of not explaining whatsoever.

Conner's imagination gave up trying to understand her and settled on the fantasy of the princess randomly showing up, getting naked, and joining him.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Rose was too lost in her own thoughts to care very much about how he responded to her, even the bow. She simply wanted him gone so that she could continue to explore herself. She had rarely in her life had time that wasn’t strictly planned and supervised and she wanted to take advantage of it.

One he was gone she walked back to the dvd player and swiped the disc. She didn’t know who’s it was, probably one of the crew members for all she knew as her father would never leave anything like this laying around, even if he watched things like this, which she couldn’t fathom.

She took the dvd to the master suite and popped it into the player. She made sure that the doors were locked and then stripped down naked. Her skin seemed to hyper sensitive as she ran her hands over it, savoring the smoothness of her own body. When her hands moved to her breasts, she found herself turned on by their softness as much as the dusty pink nipple that topped them.

She was about to turn the movie back on when she thought about an incident from school. It was so long ago she was surprised she remembered it. She had gone to an all girls school of course, and on occasion, the choir, which she was a part of, took trips for competitions. On this particular trip the hotel they were staying at had a hot tub in it and one of the girls started goofing around.

Suzanne had always been the rebel of their little group while Rose had remained more reserved. Every inch of her had wanted to rebel against her father and everything she was forced into, but she had known that the consequences would have been too high. However now, as she brushed her nipples with her finger tips she remembered that night, and how Suzanne had positioned herself in the hot tub against one of the streams of water.

Rose remembered holding her, and given that they had been the only two in the room, she remembered boldly tweaking the nipples of Suzanne’s ample breasts, enjoying the pleasure she managed to elicit from the other girl. Rose could feel her skin flush at the memory and quickly moved to put on her father’s robe and head towards the sun deck.

She padded up quietly, her stomach swirling at the thought of being able to get herself off again in the hot tub. She was smiling to herself as she climbed the stairs to the sun deck, only to see Connor. Her smile immediately faded and she wrapped the robe more tightly around her body, tying the belt of the robe securely.

“And what do YOU think you’re doing in our hot tub?” she half yelled at him as she approached. It wasn’t until she got closer that the lights from the hot tub illuminated his nudity.
“Oh my God!” she cried out as she quickly turned her back. “Are you…are you…fiddling with yourself!?” she cried out, embarrassed and disgusted at the thought that the man may have been jacking off in their hot tub for ages. What had she been swimming in!?

“You will get yourself OUT of the hot tub and back to your quarters! Tomorrow I expect you to scrub down this thing within an inch of it’s life!” she yelled as she kept her back turned and her eyes averted.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner was getting close to his climax when Rose's voice cut through his visions of her mouth wrapped around his cock. Between the wind and drone of the engines, he'd never heard her coming. He quickly released his cock, but by the expression on her face as she stepped forward he knew she could "see" him.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as she quickly turned her back. “Are you…are you…fiddling with yourself!?”

Conner was embarrassed at getting caught, knowing this could lead to his dismissal. It was inappropriate, no matter how much he'd needed it. But Rose's embarrassment eclipsed his own and he almost burst out laughing at her referring to it as "fiddling." Had he not witnessed her other behaviors today, he'd have been more concerned with his "defiling of her purity."

He was less pleased with her ordering him around and demands that the hot tub get scrubbed. Geez. Clearly she had no idea what had gone on in there over the years. Whatever.

Conner rose from the water, his cock still at full attention. He was too aroused, even under the interruption, to soften that quickly. Fuck it, he thought. She'd already seen enough.

The towels were stored in a cabinet and his clothes were on the other side of the princess. Affecting a confident attitude, he walked around to her front side, not trying to hide himself at all, and picked up his clothes. He turned to face her.

"Sorry about that, your highness," he said, bowing his head slightly. "I'll take care of it in the morning. Enjoy your evening."

As he walked toward the stairs at the back of the deck, he had an evil idea. He glanced over his shoulder. "You're welcome to keep borrowing my disc as long as you like."

Conner felt a thrill as he walked down the stairs, imagining her reaction as that sank in. He paused on the landing on the aft deck beneath the sun deck to avail himself of the open air shower. No sense dripping treated water all the way to his cabin. He could grab a towel down here, too. But even more to his amusement, if Rose wanted back down instead of using the hot tub now, she'd have to walk right past him. Him and his still raging boner.

 

[scarlettnuit]

When he came around to get his clothes and towel in all his glory, she sputtered a bit but couldn’t help herself as her eyes drifted down to his engorged cock. She tried not to look at it, and it was only after several shocked blinks that she was able to turn her head and look away.

Just as she was feeling relief at his departure, he had to throw back his comment about the disc. She turned beet red covered her mouth with her hand, knowing he had to have noticed her “watching” his movie. She moved down the stairs hoping to escape into the master suite but was accosted by his presence.

“How dare you!” she yelled at him, slapping his arm, the rage fueled more by embarrassment than anything, tears starting to well up in her eyes from the frustration.

“ ‘F’ you, you…you…ingrate!” she yelled at him. She then picked up his clothes and unceremoniously threw them overboard. “I hope you rot in hell!” she yelled and then stormed back into her bedroom.

She immediately took the disc out of the player and walked back out to the side of the ship and tossed it into the water. She decided then and there that that would be the last time she ever allowed herself to watch one of those things. She was so mad at Connor that all she could think about was firing him, and planned to do so when they finally made landfall. In the meantime, she crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep.

She awoke to the sound of lightening cracking loudly outside. She jumped and her heart raced from the sound. She boat seemed to be rocking more than usual and she moved to her bag and got dressed. She threw on her typical plain white panties and bra, jeans, a dark green sweater and her sneakers before heading up to the bridge.

“What’s going on?” She asked, the violent movement of the boat and the storm they seemingly had sailed into scaring her.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner didn't stop showering as Rose stormed down and slapped his arm. When he saw the genuine hurt and anger in her eyes, though, he realized he'd probably gone a step too far with that last comment. He wasn't about to apologize, though, after she threw his clothes overboard. Thank goodness he kept his personal stuff in his cabin's locker rather than in his pockets.

He finished showering, toweled dry, and returned to his quarters. As turned on as he'd been earlier, he was in a funk now and tried to figure out what he could do to avoid getting fired. They still had two weeks at sea, which would either be enough time to mend fences or rip them out altogether.

Conner woke shortly before dawn, immediately aware of the way the sea had changed. The boat was rocking harder and rain was pattering against the windows. In the distance, he heard the rumble of thunder. Lovely.

He dressed in shorts and t-shirt, non-uniform, to go up and check in with Mylie. His first mate was in the bridge, watching the storm breaking over the dark gray pre-dawn sky. Behind her, a old battery-powered radio intermittently changed from static to indecipherable chatter in Chinese or something Conner couldn't understand.

"What's the word?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Well, without the comm system, your guess is as good as mine. What I've made out from the nearby boats is there's something big spinning up. Really wish I knew where, though."

Conner knew the lingo and that chilled him to the bone. Out in these parts, spinning up meant a tropical storm or typhoon. Their yacht could handle rough seas, but he wouldn't want to get caught in something like that with twenty or thirty foot waves. Not knowing where it was or where it was heading was bad news.

"Go get some food and rest," he said. "Looks like we might need it."

Mylie nodded appreciatively and took her leave. Conner left the radio on, despite not understanding the conversation, and spent his time studying the weather. The waves were already pushing ten feet and the rain was coming in fast moving bands out of the south.

Rose showed up a few minutes later, dressed warm and conservatively compared with yesterday. She looked concerned, eyes flicking out the windows at the intensifying lightning, so he figured she was here because of the change in weather.

“What’s going on?” she said.

Conner decided now was as good a time as any to try to reset their "relationship."

"Hit a storm," he said. "Unfortunately, from what little radio chatter Mylie could translate, it might be a typhoon. With the comm system broken, we can't get a proper weather report or radar, so we're kinda blind here."

He didn't bother reminding Rose that the system was broken because she couldn't wait for the new part to arrive. The unspoken accusation hung in the air between them, however.

"I'll probably shift our course south in hopes of staying out of its way, if that's indeed what it is, but it's a lot of guesswork at this point. We're probably in for a rough ride today. If you need Dramamine, there'll be some in your bathroom cabinet."

 

[scarlettnuit]

She was going to yell at him for leaving with the comm unit broken but something in the back of her mind recalled him telling her this as she yelled at him to shove out. Her anger at her own situation had put them all in danger and that bothered her. Despite seeming the shrew, she would never willingly put anyone endanger, especially these people who had served her family for so long. She even had remorse for yelling at Annie, despite the fact that finding her in such a comprising position angered her, not that she knew why. She hated Connor and could have cared less what he got up to in his off time, at least that was what she told herself.

Her jaw worked as she walked to one of the windows that surrounded the bridge. “Can we turn back? I don’t want anyone to get hurt…I never meant to…” She stopped herself and pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes squinted shut against the guilt she felt. She had to maintain her authority.

A sudden wave rocked the boat violently and she ended up stumbling into Connor. She gripped him to keep herself from falling as the boat righted itself, but quickly pushed him away once her feet were stable.

“I’ll be downstairs if I can help. My Cantonese is rough but if it’s of any assistance, you know where to find me,” she told him gruffly and headed to the floor just below them.

She was scared, more so for the lives that her selfishness had put in danger. Connor, at least in her opinion, rubbed her face in this like she had meant to put them all in this situation. She thought about Eduardo and Mylie. She had always thought they were cute together, not that she would have acknowledged knowing anything about their relationship, but the always seemed to glow when around each other. She wondered if she would live long enough to feel that way about anyone, or if she did, if her father would ever allow her that kind of happiness.

As the hours progressed the storm got worse and her heart was in her throat. She made her way back up to the bridge to see what was going on. She hated Connor but during all this, she hated to be alone and decided to stay there with him.

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even so that her fear didn’t betray itself.

 

[WatchingCloud]

“Can we turn back? I don’t want anyone to get hurt…I never meant to…”

Was that guilt? Conner saw something more in Rose in that moment.

"Maybe," he said, "but I can't be sure that wouldn't be more dangerous that any other course."

A big wave rocked the boat hard, sending Rose into his arms. It was only from years on the sea that he kept his own legs under him and he braced hard to hold them both upright. For a fleeting moment, he smelled her hair and felt her lithe frame under his hands and forgot the storm. Then thunder crashed nearby and Rose quickly pushed away.

When she offered to translate, he thanked her. "We might just need that. I'll keep you posted."

Unfortunately, the storm continued to worsen through the morning. Eduardo brought him lunch and Conner was shocked to see five hours had slipped by already. He managed to get it down before another big wave sent his plate flying off his console.

Without any way to judge the storm short of his own eyes, he'd been trying to gauge the nature of the storm. He was pretty sure it was tropical and likely growing, since there hadn't been anything of concern in the forecast while they were still in Singapore. Around these parts, unfortunately, storms could explode in size and intensity in short order. The winds were out of the south, which meant they were probably headed straight into it. Once he figured that out, he's changed course to south-southeast in hopes of moving away from the core and track. The results hadn't been promising so far.

Some time later, Rose returned. She looked nervous but was clearly putting on a good face. “Is there anything I can do?”

Unlikely, he thought, but she probably needed something to keep her mind off the rolling waves and rocking ship. She had offered to translate, though.

"Man the radio," he said, nodding over his shoulder to the small transistor radio that was still spewing mostly static. "I haven't gotten anything useful off it, but I don't have time to scan the different bands. You can use the button on top to cycle through different frequencies. Maybe you'll have better luck finding a signal and news about this storm. If we can get a center and track, I might be able to get us out of it."

Stressful as keeping the yacht turned into oncoming waves was, he had to admit it was nice to have another presence in the bridge.

"I didn't know you spoke Cantonese. When did you pick that up?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

Rose nodded and looked in a drawer finding and retrieving a note pad and pencil from it. She sat by the radio and started turning the nobs, hoping to find anything that could help them. She was genuinely scared at this point, but Connor, despite her opinion of him, seemed to be keeping a cool head which calmed her nerves a bit.

It was only when he asked about her Cantonese that she looked up briefly to Connor. She didn’t know why she assumed that everyone in the world already knew everything about her, other than the fact that everyone seemed to be briefed on her skills before she arrived anywhere.

“It was part of my education. French, Spanish, Indian, and of course Cantonese seemed to round everything out. It was either that or Mandarin,” she told him as if she were talking about nothing that seemed particularly important or astounding.

The ship hit another big wave and she held on desperately to the counter where she sat and began turning the nobs more earnestly. “Nothing seems to be coming through,” She told him, trying to maintain control of her emotions. The thoughts of “please don’t let us die” kept rolling through her head.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner wasn't happy to hear Rose couldn't find anything on the radio any longer. That didn't bode well. He encouraged her to keep at it.

"I need to step outside for a minute," he said. "With the rain sheeting on the windows, I can't tell which way the clouds are moving now. Might need a course correction."

He could tell she wasn't happy about the idea, whether it being left alone or him going out, so he assured her it would be quick.

The rain hit him like a wall, blasted by the high winds. The bridge was more isolate from the noise than he'd appreciated. Out here, he really got a sense for how bad it was getting. Against the rain pelting his face, he managed to get a heading for the storm clouds overhead. They were more out of the west now, which was bad.

Back in the bridge, he was utterly soaked to the bone and chilly. He didn't have a towel handy but didn't want to leave then helm for as long as it'd take to change.

"I don't suppose I could trouble you to get me a towel and change of clothes from my cabin?" It felt awkward asking it of her, but it was the only practical option aside from standing here shivering and dripping all over the floor.

 

[scarlettnuit]

The one thing she didn’t want at that moment was to be left alone, but she understood that he needed to look around. When he came back in he was soaked and it scared her even more. She could only nod when he asked her to go below and get him some more clothes and a towel.

She ledge the bridge and stumbled through the ship, eventually making it down to the bottom deck. Things would have looked normal if it weren’t for the loose items being shifted and rolling about on the floor. She walked past the galley and was glad she didn’t see Eduardo or Miley. She had enough guilt laying bitterly on her tongue to see their disappointed and angry faces.

She finally made it to Connor’s cabin and scrounged around the drawers. She found everything she needed, underwear, jeans and a thick sweater. If anything she knew he needed to get warm or else hypothermia would set it and that was the last thing they needed.

She stumbled back up the stairs and through the ship. It rocked with a particular violence that sent her scattering down the stairs, her head hitting the railing. It was a small cut but because it was on her forehead, it bled like a gun wound. She managed to stop in the dining room to grab a first aid kit as well as she stumbled back onto the bridge.

“I don’t know where Miley and Eduardo are, maybe they’re holing up in their rooms,” She offered as she made her way towards him with the clothes and the towels. Her wet sneakers caused her to slide across the floor as another wave hit them and she found herself holding onto him again.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt anyone,” She said, finding the words spilling out of her mouth, unable to control her fear anymore, “I was wrong, I should have listened to you…” She added, having no problems with admitting that she was wrong.

She stumbled to the counter and cleaned up the cut on her forehead, as best she could. Just then another jolt hit the ship and she screamed as tears started to flow. She didn’t care so much that she was in danger, but the thought of her damning everyone else on the ship scared her to her core.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Conner was starting to enjoy Rose falling into his arms, if only the circumstance were better. He took the clothes she'd brought while she apologized again for the risk she'd put them in. It was then he finally noticed the head wound.

He set the dry clothes aside and hurried to Rose. She'd had the awareness to pick up a first aid kit, but trying to use it in the jarring waves was frustrating her to the point of tears.

"Let me," he said as he grabbed her from tumbling again. Once she was stable, he blotted the wound and found some antiseptic cream to apply before adding a bandage.

"Not as bad as the bleeding made it look," he said, closing up the case. "Definitely gonna need to hold the railings while getting around the ship tonight. Eduardo just let me know he's trying to secure all of the furniture."

Conner peeled off his shirt and used it to wash the blood from his hands. Then he dabbed Rose's cheek where a dribble had begun to dry. He tossed the shirt in an otherwise empty waste bin where it'd be out of the way. His shorts soon followed.

He glanced Rose's way. "Guess you've seen everything, but mind if I quick change here?" He was already down to soaked boxers, so it seemed silly to bring it up now. Still, he wanted to get completely dry. "Not asking you to leave, mind. And thanks for getting all this for me."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Rose’s first reaction was to push Connor away, but it soon became apparent that he was trying to help her. In quicker order than she could manage herself, her cut was cleaned and seen to. When he told her where Eduardo was she simply nodded in response.

He was being surprisingly nice to her, nicer than she recalled him being in the past. Then again, in the past he was like sand in a bikini and he was constantly irritating her, though if she were to be asked why, she wouldn’t have a reason.

“I tried, it’s just slippery with all the water,” She murmured, feeling very much that at this point in time, her comments were of little consequence.

She blushed hotly when he brought up that she had seen him naked and couldn’t even look him in the eye as she moved back to the seat in front of the radio and tried to find any kind of transmission again.

“Do what you want, you always do,” She responded finally and tried to focus on the nobs. Even in their current situation she was curious enough steal a peek or two while he was changing.

 

[WatchingCloud]

And there was Rose again, softening just before getting defensive. Hey, at least he'd given her fair warning this time. He shed his boxers and added them to the bin. The cool air on his soaked skin did nothing for his comfort, so he toweled off quickly with his back more or less turned on Rose. A few bigger waves caused him to move around involuntarily, though. In the reflection of the main window, he caught a vague glimpse of Rose sneaking a peek. He chuckled inwardly but didn't call her on it. Instead, he took his time getting dressed, shirt first.

"Ok, I'm decent," he said. "It's a sliding scale, of course."

He heard a few words cut through the static on the radio, but it probably wasn't enough to translate. Maybe they could get more.

"Hey boss," Mylie said as she entered the bridge. The tall woman was surprisingly graceful and had incredible balance, seemingly at ease on the rocking vessel. She credited her time as a volleyball player for it. "Oh, and Miss Rose. Didn't realize you were up here."

Conner filled her in on the day's events.

"I was just outside and the wind's out of the east, now, hence the change in direction. Think we might be getting overtaken."

He didn't want to spell it out in front of Rose, but it was enough for Mylie to understand the situation. She kept her game face on while relieving him off the controls. Things would get worse before they got better.

"Eduardo managed to fix some dinner," she said. "Too risky to cook, but he can whip up some fine sandwiches and salad. Why don't you both grab a bite and I'll keep watch?"

Conner nodded and thanked her. He gestured to Rose and followed close behind, ready to grab her should another wave send them flying.

"Best to eat with us down before," he said. "The waves won't feel as bad the lower in the yacht we are. And less furniture banging around."

As if on cue, another big wave knocked them from the side and he had to grab Rose around her midsection while grabbing a railing with the other hand. It was an hour or more until sunset, but already getting dark out with the storm. The bowels of the ship felt ominous, even with lights on.

Eduardo greeted then warmly in his bright, cheery, white and chrome galley. He was immune to sea sickness and pessimism. "Ready to eat? I made plenty!"