Another tour of Helen...

"So... hmmm... trapped on a ship with a nefarious pirate captain..." I joked as Helen's fingers continued to run along each side of my spine.

"If you really want, I'm sure I've got a princess dress somewhere in the closet." Helen pinched me as an accent to the joke.

"Oh but what about my poor naive trusting childhood friend?" I fired back, enjoying the moment of repartee.

"I don't remember running into her at any point. No wait... you decided to get her an uber."

"Oh that's right... well, durn it, guess I'll just have to start over..."

"Not if I can help it..." Helen laughed, pulling me away from the railing towards the hatch which led to her cabin.

I ducked my head as we entered into the small room. The hatches on this thing seem to have been built for someone at least a couple inches shorter than me, and I'd already hit my head one too many times.

Helen's cabin was spartan, consisting mostly of a large bed, a desk and chair, and a pair of doors near the end which she had explained led to her closet. The bed itself was made nicely, and I was certain if I'd decided to break out the quarter it not only would have bounced, but with my luck, probably would have landed on edge and stood upright. A bit larger than most racks I'd seen, it even had a nice wooden frame on it with a few decorations that looked hand carved.

She pulled away from me, and took several steps towards the desk. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but when the nearly black fabric of her coat began to slide over her shoulders, I had a rough idea of what she was up to.

"Do me a favor and get the hatch." Helen inclined her head towards the still open item which allowed a light breeze to come in. I secured it tightly, clamping shut the hatch with the bar at the side which ratcheted two small metal pieces into place in a nice simple mechanical connection.

"Don't want to be disturbed, huh?" I smiled back at her, noting that she had now half undone her khaki shirt, and the sight of her white sports bra underneath was quite a distraction. I noted that there were some slight protuberances, which I was pretty sure wasn't from the cold.

"You'd be amazed how many times I kiss a girl, and this thing comes under attack..." She knocked on the side of the bed with her knuckles.

"But you're not kissing a girl this time." I pointed out clearly as she dropped the heavy fabric of her shirt to the deck. It made a soft sound of impact on the floor, and I smiled as Helen also dropped her soft beret as well, running her fingers through her short hair.

"Yeah, well, there's that." She laughed, gripping her sport's bra in one hand and pulling it over her head with a quick motion. Her breasts fell free with a soft bounce, and I couldn't help but admire Helen again, taking in all of her upper body, including the large angry scar.

"So... Chafing dish, huh?" I asked, letting her help me remove the coat.

"Admittedly it was being wielded by a henchman of Doctor Reinscythe. That asshole had a sick sense of humor" She shrugged her shoulders, which caused her to jiggle slightly, and I think she knew it, as she came around behind me, her hands coming around to undo each button of my shirt, one by one.

I was still in a bit of a whirl, taking in the feelings of Helen's hands as my shirt came apart, leaving me only in my pants and shoes. I turned around again, and found Helen in my arms, kissing at my lips happily, and her motion causing the back of my knees to bump into the bed. I sat heavily on it as she continued to kiss at me, the entire time her hands busy somewhere on her own clothing. I heard the sound of buckles being undone as I reveled in the sweet aggressive kiss. Hell with it, at this point, I was already undoing my own pants and kicking off my shoes. What was going to happen was obvious to both of us.

"You know you're going to have to fill me in on all these little adventures of yours." I remarked, enjoying the sight of Helen's lower body as her slacks and somehow sexy practical underwear dropped to the floor. I don't know how the heck she managed to make plain white cotton seem like the most beautiful thing in the world. I think it had something to do with the person wearing it.

"Only if you're signing on." Helen pointed a finger at me happily, before helping me yank my jeans off.