The water of the swimming pool glistened in the afternoon sun, sparkles of light reflecting off the smooth surface.  The hot tub sat unused, the hot water bubbling loudly, providing soft background sounds to the pool deck.  We approached a group of five people; four men and one woman as they stood anxiously between the pool and the hot tub.

    Collette smiled as she approached, "please strip."

    The group appeared surprised by the suddenness of the command but they all immediately began to pull off their bathing suits.  The woman, a tall brunette untied the string of her bikini top as the four men pulled their swim trunks down their legs to stand naked on the terrazzo deck.  The woman dropped her top onto the ground and then stepped out of her small bottoms to stand as naked as the four men.

    Collette stepped between the group and lowered her naked body onto one of the lounge chairs.  She turned to the shortest man and spoke, her voice light, "would you like to lay here and catch some sun with me?"

    "Yes, mistress," he said.  He was smiling broadly, elated to have been singled out.

    Collette turned to the woman, "what is your name?"

    She stepped forward and curtseyed daintily, "Margaret Oreilia, ma'am."  Her voice was surprisingly deep for such a small woman.

    "Well, Margaret.  Would you mind if I borrowed your bikini?"

    "Of course not," she said sounding slightly surprised by the question.  She picked up the discarded strips of cloth and held them out to Collette.

    With a giggle Collette said, "not for me.  It's for him."

    The short man looked perplexed and then embarrassed.  Collette's meaning was clear and her words confirmed his fears.  "Put her bikini on, and lie here next to me."

    "Yes, mistress," he whispered.  He took the floral bikini top and tied the strings behind his neck.  He struggled to secure the second set of strings behind his back, and Margaret stepped forward to help him with the laces.  With the top on he pulled the thong bikini bottoms up and positioned them on his hips, adjusting the rear between his ass cheeks.

    "You look very pretty," Collette giggled at his discomfort.

    He blushed and then positioned himself on the lounge chair next to Collette.

    "What is your name?" Collette asked.

    "Joseph Zimmerman, mistress."  He was looking at the floral pattern of the bikini he now wore, his eyes glued to the triangular scrap of fabric.  

    "Where do you work?"

    "I am a doctor. I work in the infirmary."  His attention was focused on the bikini still.

    "You know, Joseph. I do hate tan lines, that is why I sunbathe in the nude.  I guess you don't mind them, though."  With that she laughed merrily, the mirth in her voice catching and the rest of the assembled throng joined her in her laughter.  Still laughing slightly she turned back to Margaret.  "Would you mind getting some suntan lotion for Joseph and I, please?"

    "Right away, mistress," she replied.

    Margaret returned promptly with a bottle of SPF-30 sun block. Collette looked up at her and smiled, "please put some on me, Margaret."

    "Yes, mistress," she acknowledged.  Margaret dropped to her knees and knelt beside Collette.  She popped open the bottle of suntan lotion and squeezed the bottle, drawing a long line of the yellow fluid down Collette's leg.  She set the bottle on the ground and slowly began to massage the lotion in.  Collette's leg began to shine in the sunlight, the oily lotion causing her skin to glisten.

    Margaret worked her hands up Collette's legs.  She coated Collette's calves, knees, and thighs before picking up the bottle of lotion again.  She squeezed a dollop of the liquid on Collette's stomach and worked that in as well, working ever higher.  She coated Collette's shoulders, neck and arms, before ending at her hands.

    "Very nice, Margaret.  I will have you do my back when I turn over.  Now, please do Joseph.  We wouldn't want him to burn, now would we?"

    "No, mistress," Margaret responded.    

    Margaret shifted positions and began to apply the thick liquid to Joseph's legs.  Joseph was lying face-up as Collette had requested, squinting his eyes from the Egyptian sun.  Margaret massaged the sun block into Joseph's skin, starting at his ankles and working her way up his legs.  She returned to the bottle twice more as she applied the lotion to his body.  

    Margaret applied the suntan lotion to Joseph's chest, avoiding the cups of the bikini top.  She worked on his shoulders and arms and when she had finished coating his body she stood up, "done, mistress," she announced.

    "Very good, Margaret.  I will be with you a bit later."  Collette turned to a tall, heavy-set man and asked him to step forward, "what is your name?"

    He stepped forward and extended his hand to Collette, "hello, mistress.  My name is Oscar Greene."  His face was a warm mask of friendliness, "I am a diver.  I am here to unclog mechanical systems that may become clogged as debris, fish and the like get sucked against the strainers for the condensers in the engine room.  I seldom work at sea, for obvious reasons.  In port, however, I go over the side.  I work with Anthony Williams, whom you haven't met yet."

    "Nice to meet you, Oscar."  She smiled at him, "tell me, how well do you eat pussy?"

    His smile faded to a look of surprise, he obviously had not expected such a question.  With a soft blush he admitted, "I don't know, I never have."

    Collette squealed in delight, "well, then, I shall teach you."  With that she spread her legs, setting her feet flat on the ground on opposite sides of the lounge chair.  "Start slow, Oscar," she instructed as he stepped forward to lie on the foot of the long chair.

    Oscar inched his face forward and tentatively pushed his tongue against Collette's pussy.  He slid his tongue upward until it slid through the her pubic hair and then he looked up to see the look on Collette's face.

    "Keep that up, Oscar.  Go slow.  Taste me, pleasure me."

    He repeated his light-tipped stroke, his tongue barely pressing against Collette's sex.  With each stroke his face pressed more firmly against Collette's pussy.  Each stroke brought a whisper of "harder," or "good," or "oooh," from Collette's lips.  She guided his tongue from the comfort of her chair, instructing Oscar to lick her clit and probe her pussy deeper.

    Oscar obeyed her commands, his tongue slipping where Collette directed.  His tongue slipped past the gentle folds of her sex.  He danced his tongue over Collette's clit until she was screaming in pleasure.  Her voice carried over the pool deck and I noticed Joseph shifting his burgeoning cock within the brief confines of the bikini bottoms.  The other two men were using their hands to hide their erections, the erotic scene before them enticing their libidos.

    Collette provided aural indications of her pleasure, her thick voice prompting Oscar's tongue to glide against her clit.  Oscar obeyed, his tongue sliding along the hard flesh in random spasms.  Oscar listened to Collette's guidance, slipping his tongue where Collette directed, her moans of pleasure his inspiration.

    Collette hissed, "harder, press har..." her voice trailed off as she came, her hands gripping the aluminum sides of the lounge chair.  

    Oscar kept his tongue pressing against Collette's clit, not wanting her pleasure to wane.  He listened to Collette come, his tongue plastered against her wet sex.  Collette's feet lifted off the ground, riding inches above the pool deck.  Oscar waited until Collette directed him to stand before he pulled his tongue off of her sex.  He climbed off the lawn chair and stood next to Margaret.

    "You are a quick study, Oscar," Collette complimented him.

    With a faint blush, "thank you, mistress."

    Collette turned back to Margaret as she slowly rolled over.  "Please put lotion on our backs," she said.

    Margaret stepped forward, bent to grab the bottle of suntan lotion, and squirted a large glob onto Collette's back. Bending forward she massaged the lotion into Collette's back and shoulders.  She returned to the bottle and spirited another dollop onto Collette's shapely ass.  She worked the lotion into Collette's soft butt and down her legs from thigh to foot.  She ran her hands along Collette's body, listening to the sounds of pleasure that drifted from Collette's mouth.

    Finishing with Collette, Margaret turned to Joseph.  He needed no prodding and rolled over to allow Margaret to coat his back and legs with the lotion.  The bikini bottoms would keep the sun away from his ass.  

    As Margaret was finishing applying the lotion to Joseph, a feminine voice rang out, "what have we here?"

    "Hi Melinda, hi Travis," Collette said, turning her head to greet the approaching couple.  

   I understood the words, though they were spoken in French.  Melinda was wearing a small bikini, her breasts threatening to spill from the tiny cups, and Travis' bathing suit was a tiny wisp of fabric.  Melinda glanced at the form of Margaret spreading suntan lotion on Joseph's ass while I stood by Collette watching over the proceedings.

    She looked at the two men standing by waiting for Collette to summon them forward and smiled, "you do have a way with people," she said, her accent thick. She laughed and then with a flourish she turned rapidly and shoved Travis into the pool.  He landed with a loud splash, the water spilling to wash over her feet.  

    Collette laughed loudly, reveling in the site of Travis swimming with a shocked look on his musculature face.  Collette turned until she was once again lying on her back.  He swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood, using his hands to wipe his face.  He looked at Melinda and then to Collette as she lay naked on the lounge chair, "see what you started?"  

    In her perfect French Collette replied, "I'm sure you brought that upon yourself."  Then she turned and gave a conspiratorial wink to Melinda.  

    The two broke out in laughter.  Melinda crossed to lie on a free lounge chair.  "Will she apply lotion to anyone?" She asked, indicating Margaret.

    Collette nodded, "of course." 

    Margaret understood Collette's meaning and crossed the short expanse of the pool deck to straddle the lounge chair that Melinda had taken up residence in.  She opened the bottle and poured the squirted a line of the yellow lotion onto Melinda's stomach.  She began to work the lotion into Melinda's skin, spreading the lotion over Melinda's taut skin.

    "Trés bien," Melinda purred as Margaret continued to massage the suntan lotion into her body; from her shoulders down to her calves.  

    "Oui," Collette replied, acknowledging Melinda's compliment, watching as Melinda capped the bottle and returned to stand by the pool.

    Travis swam a quick lap and then climbed out of the pool to glare at Melinda.  

    "What?" Melinda asked innocently.

   He looked at Melinda, opened his mouth to speak, and thought better of it.  He smiled and jumped back in the pool where he began to swim laps, his arms slicing efficiently though the water.  He continued to swim laps, only pausing occasionally to hang off the edge of the pool to listen to Melinda and Collette ramble on in their perfect French.

    I caught intermittent phases as they spoke, "what else can you make them do?" or "I like his swim suit," but mostly they spoke too rapidly for me to understand their words.

    Collette smiled and spoke, "here, let me show you."  She turned to the last two men and commanded that they stepped forward.  In English she asked, "what are your names?"

    The first, a tall blonde man with a tiny mustache spoke first, "Harlan McDougal, mistress," he informed her, "I work in the engine room on the boilers."

    The second man stepped forward and took Collette's hand, kissing her knuckles gently, "Ian Vigland, mistress.  I work as a carpenter here on board your beautiful ship."

    "Well Harlan, Ian, what I want you to do is make us come.  Ian, eat me, Harlan, you are to eat Melinda.  Let's make a contest of it shall we?  Whoever comes second, that man will reward Joseph with a blow job.  Shall we begin?"

   It was a mad dash as Ian and Harlan ran to drop between Collette and Melinda's thighs.  The thought of having to give pleasure another man spurred them on.  Ian dropped to his knees, the lounge chair shaking under his weight.  He reached forward and ran his fingers through Collette's pubic hair, using his fingers as a guide towards her sex.  He was not hindered by a bathing suit.

    Harlan dropped to his knees and climbed onto the chair that Melinda was relaxing in.  He ran his tongue up Melinda's leg, licking a path from her ankle, past her slightly bent knee, past her thighs.  His probing tongue snaked against the thin material of Melinda's bathing suit.  His tongue pushed the cotton material into her sex and she moaned in delight.

    First point for Harlan, I thought with a wry chuckle.

    Ian's hand held the soft folds of Collette's sex open to the dancing motion of his tongue.  He dove for her clit, dancing his tongue against the hardening nub until she began to squeal in delight.  Ian's tongue darted rapidly, shaking from side to side against the heated nub of pleasure.  

    Melinda was moaning in bliss as Harlan began pumping two fingers within the silken folds of her sex, and his tongue encircling her clit.  Her legs shifted to the ground, her thighs widely parted.  Harlan continued to pleasure Melinda, his mouth head bobbing rapidly as he struggled to bring her to orgasm before Ian brought Collette to orgasm.

    Ian continued to run his tongue over Collette's clit.  Collette moaned and then a huge grin crossed her face.  She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Ian's head.  She squeezed, trapping Ian's head against her body so that he couldn't move. He was struggling to free himself as Collette held him firm.  When Melinda's screams of pleasure shattered the sunlit air Collette opened her thighs.

    "After you make me come, Ian," Collette giggled, "you will give Joseph a blow job."  She looked at his face drop and then his head bowed.

    "Yes, mistress," he said, lowering his mouth to Collette's sex.  With his tongue he was able to bring Collette to orgasm quickly, his fingers holding her sex open, his tongue licking the pink flesh, ending at her clit where his tongue danced in spasms.  His tongue pleasured her sex and she came loudly with Melinda, Harlan, Margaret, and the rest of the gathered troupe looking on.

    "Very good, Ian," Collette chuckled.  "Now, please give Joseph a blow job.  We will all be watching, so do a good job."

    Ian climbed off of the lounge chair and inched over to where Joseph was lying.  He had rolled over until he was once again resting on his back.  His cock made a tent out of the bikini bottoms, pushing against the thin material.  Ian, his face crimson, knelt on the thin slats of Joseph's lounge chair.  He looked at Collette who nodded and then he reached forward to pull the bikini bottoms off of Joseph's cock.

    Joseph made a soft squeak and then gasped when Ian lowered his mouth to place his nervous mouth on the erect cock that was begging for attention.  Ian's eyes were shut as he pulled Joseph's cock into his mouth.  He sucked on the erect member, his tongue sliding along the sensitive underside of Joseph's cock.  

    Joseph was moaning in delight, his hips bouncing slightly as Ian continue his oral ministrations.  Ian began pulling his mouth from Joseph's cock before sliding his lips back down onto the erect shaft.  Ian sucked on Joseph's penis, his head bobbing.  

    "Don't forget to swallow," Collette reminded Ian with a laugh.  She giggled louder when a soft moan escaped Ian's lips.  

     Ian continued to pleasure Joseph, his lips caressing Joseph's cock.  Joseph moaned, his hips bucked and he hissed, "I'm coming."  His hips lifted off of the lounge chair and with a squawk of delight he came, filling Ian's mouth with his seed.  

    Ian opened his mouth in surprise and a trail of Joseph's sperm ran down his chin.  Remembering Collette's words, he quickly shut his mouth and caught the rest of the hot semen, swallowing the thick fluid with a blush on his hips.   Joseph came loudly and his ass fell to the vinyl of the lounge chair to lay limply, his flaccid cock now peaking out from his bikini.

    Ian began to climb off of the lounge chair.  "Very good, Ian," Collette applauded, her hands slapping together softly, "but you missed a spot."  She pointed to her chin, indicating the trail of semen that was collecting there on his face.  

    "I'm sorry," he said, his eyes downcast.

    "That's okay, Ian," Collette smiled.  She turned to me, "lick his face clean."

    I crossed over to stand before Ian.  I looked at Collette and the contented look on her face.  I extended my tongue and gingerly lapped Joseph's spent seed from Ian's face.  I licked the semen, swallowing heavily.  I returned to Collette's side after I finished cleaning Ian's face. 

    "Very good," Collette said, reaching up to take my hand.

    I ran my thumb over her hand and smiled.  

    "How far are we from our first port?"  Collette began, "after all, we do need some clothes as I recall."

    Melinda looked interested, "did somebody mention shopping?" she asked in her thick French.

    I glanced from Collette to Melinda and back, "I am not sure.  Let me go check with the captain.  Do you need anything else while I am gone?"

    She purred, "a drink would be wonderful.  Some water, please."

    I took orders from Melinda and Travis as well and left the pool deck to climb the stairs to the bridge.  

    I returned ten minutes later carrying a tray with four large glasses of ice water.  Collette had dismissed the group, the four men, Ian, Harlan, Joseph, Oscar and Margaret had disappeared into the ship to return to their duties.  I delivered the drinks, handing Collette's hers with a smile.

    "What did the captain say?"

    "We have been in the Mediterranean Sea about two hours.  He can have us in Alexandria for some shopping in less than an hour, or if you want we can be in Tel Aviv in about seven hours, or Rome in about eighteen hours or we can be in France in just over a day.  The choice is yours."

    Collette tilted her head, thinking about what she desired.  "Let's go to CCollettes or Marseille, France will be wonderful," she turned to Melinda and spoke in her fluid French, "CCollettes or Marseille for shopping?"

    Melinda squealed as she realized she would be returning to her home country, "CCollettes," she decided.  

    "Yes, mistress," I replied, "I will inform the captain.  Shall I gather the next group?"

    "No.  I am a little sore and a little tired.  I just want to soak up the sun for a bit, and perhaps swim in the pool.  Do we have any noodles?"

    "Yes, of course. They are in a room between the dressing rooms."

    Collette purred in delight as I wandered off to inform the captain of Collette's decision.  

    When I returned I found Collette and Melinda still soaking up the sun's rays.  Travis was resting against the side of the pool, his arms folded up under his chin.  I entered the dressing area and pulled out two noodles, the long pencil-shaped swim toys.  I returned to Collette's side, showed her the noodles, and then tossed them into the pool.  "Thank you," she whispered.

    I laid down on an empty lounge chair and the four of us relaxed under the sun's watchful gaze, sipping on water, in silence.  We were comfortable, not needing idle chatter to ease an uncomfortable situation.  Collette rolled over twice before she climbed off of the chair.  She dove into the pool gracefully, appearing at ease in the water.  

    "Come on in," she called out, grabbing a noodle.  She wrapped the purple cylinder under her neck and floated naked on it, the cool water sliding over her skin.  She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the tantalizing sensations of the water and the sun as they both played over her body.  

    Melinda eased herself in and then swam to the second noodle.  She placed it between her legs, floating vertically on it, the two ends sticking out above the surface of the water.  I took another sip of the water and then dove in.  I swam the length of the pool under water and then turned myself around, my elbows resting on the pool deck, to watch Collette and Melinda chat in French about the ship, the weather, the crew, and the upcoming shopping expedition.

   The shipped turned towards the slowly setting sun; heading west towards the southern coast of France.  We spent the day swimming in the warm water, floating on the noodles, and drinking casually, the water fading to wine.  When we finally left the pool to return to our cabins to prepare for dinner we were wrinkled and tColletted, our skin glowing with a subtle pink hue.

    We showered and changed into one of the few outfits we had, shorts and shirts, and met Melinda and Travis for dinner in the dining room.  Candles were burning, and the smell of chicken drifted to our waiting nostrils.  My stomach grumbled at she scent, I didn't realize how hungry I was until the pleasing aroma alerted me of the fact.

    A woman we hadn't met yet, she introduced herself as Danielle Pierce, served our dinners commencing with a small Caesar's salad.  We ate the salad and buttered warm rolls to accompany. Danielle carried a large tray out on her shoulder and delivered four Cornish Hens, one for each of us.  The smells were intoxicating, and the flavor matched, the meat melting on our tongue.  It tasted delicious, and Collette purred in delight, savoring the flavorful meat.  "Very good," she commented, and we all agreed.

    We ate dinner, savoring the food, enjoying the company and the gently rocking ship.  We sipped wine, chatting amiably, and I appreciated Collette's brilliance in translating from French to English.  She made me feel included in the conversation thought I spoke very little.  Danielle cleaned the dishes and reset the table with a new tablecloth and place settings, leaving the table as we had found it.

    The night descended and the ship cast dancing lights into the dark water.  The ships wake left a luminescent trail behind as we steamed along towards the southern coast of France.  The crew kept things running smoothly, the ship darting through the dark night unerringly.  The ship was spotless and the staff kept it that way, they were proud of their jobs, and happy to serve Collette in any capacity.

    We bid each other a good night, Collette and I returning to our cabin, and Melinda and Travis walking slowly to theirs.  We made plans for a breakfast meeting prior to our arrival in France.  The ladies had chatted about the shopping trip and I could hear the excitement in their voices at the prospect of spending a small fortune in the myriad upscale shops and quaint shops that littered the coast.

    We got ready for bed and drifted off to sleep, the future looking bright.

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