Picking my jaw off the floor again with her, “My God Michele, you look absolutely stunning!”
She smiled bigger, giggling a bit, her big breasts bouncing inside her thin dress as she did. She blushed even. “Too much?”
“No, you’re perfect.” I assured her. If she didn’t believe my voice, she could believe the tent forming in my suit pants. Throbbing already, and without underwear, the crown was clearly visible to her. She looked briefly and smiled wide again.
I tore my eyes from her to glance at my watch, we needed to go. No time to waste, grabbing her by the hand, I led her from the room. Not caring if people saw us leaving together anymore. If someone saw, let them talk.
The Porsche made the drive to the docks quick and enjoyable. Her ponytail letting her hair flow in the wind without getting out of control. She stroked my arm as we drove. I appreciated how she always wanted to be touching me. A parking space was relatively easy to find, and we walked quickly to the docks where the dinner cruise ships were parked. I tried not to stare as Michele’s heavy breasts bounced, bra-free, inside the thin dress. She need to adjust the top frequently as to not spill her globes from it.
She giggled as she stopped walking to adjust the dress again. “I was smaller when I bought this dress. You can see everything!”
She was commenting while she looked at her pink buds, pressed against the inside of her dress, now jutted out in the most beautiful and obscene way. The curves of the swells and crevasses under of her breasts were exposed as the fabric was stretched. She also reached down and tugged down the hem of her dress, it had crept up higher, exposing the detailed lace bands at the tops of her stockings half way up her thighs. I wondered if she wore panties, as no visible lines through the dress gave me the answer. If so, they were well hidden, I secretly hoped to myself that her perfect lips were bare underneath as we continued our walk.
Arriving on the dock, we were greeted by a host, a handsome young kid, probably 22, dark hair slicked back, about 6ft tall, and looked to be well built under his white short sleeve shirt and white slacks, a red vest taking the place of a suit. He double checked our reservation on his tablet, “you just made it, we were hoping you’d be able to join us.” As he spoke his eyes roamed Michele’s dress, the pale and bare skin of her shoulders, her barely contained chest jutting towards him, “right this way”, he eyed Michele in her dress again, almost gawking momentarily at her very pregnant belly, and grinned as he turned and lead us down the floating dock to our boat.
Michele looked at me and smirked, she’d noticed his attention to her curves, and that smile told me she enjoyed his attention. She struggled a bit in her heels on the floating dock, her pregnant body throwing off her center of gravity making walking in heels difficult even more difficult with the bobbing dock.
Two more men dressed in the same white and red uniform helped her board the boat with extended hands to help her across the gap between boat and dock. They were shorter than our escort here. They were likely 5’8 or so, with sandy blonde hair, one curly, the other straight. Both bearded men were powerfully built, bulky muscles stretched the shirt sleeves around their arms and large hands indicated they hauled lines from boats most of their lives. She stepped carefully with their help, and I crossed easily behind her. Their eyes never left her body, she noticed and they didn’t seem to care they were caught staring at her beautiful curves. I could have fallen into the water and I don’t think either of them would have torn their eyes from her, in their minds, no doubt, already devouring her.
I noted the handsome kid, tossing lines from the dock and hoping onto the boat himself.
“Everyone is staring at me.” She said a little sheepishly.
“You’re beautiful.” I tried to boost her confidence.
“I know that look, they can see everything, they want to fuck me!” She whispered back.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.
“No, but it’s gotten me really wet! You know I only want you baby.” She confirmed what I’d thought, she was as turned in as I had hoped.
The captain someplace, dropped the boat into gear and we carefully pulled away. Michele took my arm as the handsome kid, I finally saw his name tag, ‘Chris’, led the way and we were escorted into the dining cabin. Momentarily my heart stopped as I made eye contact with a smiling Cassie at the far end of the room. I must have looked panicked, so she quickly lifted her menu to cover her face before Michele noticed.
As we walked through the dining cabin, what Michele did notice is every pair of eyes watching her. Men and women alike, looking away from each other to observe this beautiful woman walking past them. It seemed everyone was taking time to undress her with their eyes. They didn’t have much to imagine as the tight white dress hardly concealed a curve. A moment ago fifty or so people were all seated and looking over their menus, and making small talk. The room fell completely silent, all eyes on Michele, she clung to my arm a little tighter.
One older woman looking over Michele’s practically exposed body turned up her nose and shot a sneer at her presumed husband at the table. He smiled as Michele and I walked by, enjoying himself despite his wife’s disapproval.
Nearly everyone else behaved as he did, smiling and ogling Michele. Even with her new found confidence in herself, she still clutched my arm tightly, feeling exposed and vulnerable momentarily.
At the back of the room, we approached a narrow stairwell to the top deck. It was blocked by a chain across from one side to the other and a sign that read, ‘RESERVED-Private Party’. Chris opened the chain and offered a wave for Michele to continue up the stairs. With me immediately behind her behind, now face level with me, I nearly couldn’t control myself. All I wanted was to lift her dress and bite her tender cheek, undoubtedly making her squeal in painful delight. I resisted, knowing soon enough I’d have my chance.
“Oh my” Michele exclaimed as she stood on the top desk of the boat. She gawked at the tall buildings all lit differently above us, their reflections in the water as the ship moved slowly.
“Beautiful,” I agreed, but standing behind her, I wasn’t looking at the buildings, my eyes were entirely trained on Michele’s perky little cheeks I’d stopped myself from biting a moment ago.
Open air seats lined most of each side and were surrounded by railings, with more seating in the middle. They were a couch style for comfortable viewing. The center section, a giant oval, flat padded area on top with seating all around. A single candle lit table, covered in a table cloth with two chairs resided on the aft portion of the deck. A rose in small vase lit by the candle, when Michele finally noticed, she vibrated with excitement.
“You’re amazing!” She nearly yelled enthusiastically turning and giving me a hug.
I smiled within her embrace and hugged her back. She pulled back partially to look at me.